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A Gorean Storean Ch. 06

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It’s really odd how long it takes her to realize he’s the villain of the piece, considering all the evidence that’s staring her in the face.

He rides a black tarn for christsake, what were you thinking, woman? Were you somehow thinking he was the good guy in all this? Just cause he does these daring night raids and he swept you off your feet doesn’t make him some kind of hero.

You think just cause someone has balls it makes him this paragon of manhood?

Bitch, please.

You loved the evil. You stared straight into the darkness, and you smiled like a good little slave and you said, “fuck me harder, darkness.”

Ja, ma vanashe.

All the time you had him inside you, you knew were just thinking “give it to me. Give me all that pain and anger. I know part of you hates me, and here’s the thing- I totally feel you on that. And I want to feel the hate, the rage, the pure unadulterated loathing, hard and painful, thrusting into me.”

He hurt you, and you wanted him to hurt you.

You liked the pain.

Now, as you spiral down into miles of empty air, don’t forget how enthusiastically you fucked your own destruction back. You liked it when you made your rapist moan in spite of himself. He didn’t want to give you what you really wanted, but he couldn’t help himself. He didn’t want to love you, weak and pathetic and naked, at his mercy, but you made him love you. You made him want to protect you, pain in his ass that it was. You made him want to be the good guy so you’d believe it, and that got you off.

What’s the point in lying to yourself, here at the end of the story? You’re dying. It’s over. And soon the voice you were forbidden to raise except to agree or flatter will simply cease to matter, and who gets to talk, and what language they do it in, will be an academic point.

Her stomach drops out, and its funny to her that falling like this feels exactly the way she thought it would. Everything that she was afraid would happen, each time Thunderbolt would rise from the ground in a jarring gyring fury of wind, is happening- there was never really anything she could do, lashed by her wrists and ankles, and even if she could get away, where would she go?

She’d die out there for sure, the other girls know how to make snares and all kinds of crafty stuff that would keep them fed if they had to kick around the wilderness for a while, but she doesn’t have the first clue how the fuck to go about keeping herself warm and fed.

Vol of Thentis loves to hunt. He hates the girl for that look she gets on her face, like she’s too good to eat that bloody meat- butchering is hard work, and she’s really not much help- he can see how frightened she is that he’ll see her disgust when he laughs aloud at the dying thrashing of the animal caught in his snare, and he wants her to share his joy so badly that he strikes out before he even thinks and catches her a blow, and he hates her for the self loathing that rises instantly when her bright strange eyes fill up with tears.

She makes him ashamed of himself, so he rapes her. If she were worth anything, surely the gods would have granted strength to her arm to fight him off. No warrior would suffer such indignities with such a disgusting gladness. She likes it, and he can tell she knows he knows, and it makes him unreasonably angry that she tries to hide it.

He’s tried speaking slowly, constructing simple sentences that even a barbarian should be able to understand, but she’s too scared to even try to learn or comprehend.

“Stupid slut,” he laughs, and when her eyes fill up with tears, he just sighs angrily and pushes her down to fuck her.

Dear God, she thinks, as the drops of his sweat fall to prick her skin like chilly raindrops, I think he meant that as a compliment.

She glares into his eyes, and he wants to strike her for her disrespect. You cannot judge me, you little whore, I own you! He thinks. And then he laughs aloud at how ridiculous the thought is, now that he comes to think it.

He’s laughing at me, she thinks, but he was angry a minute ago. Maybe this is good, at least if he’s laughing he won’t go looking for that whip of his. Just how the blue fuck did I end up in this situation again, anyway? The whole part with the spaceship and the monsters just felt really unclear and confusing.

He takes forever running traps and cooking food, and by the time he’s managed to roast a half raw piece of meat for them she can barely stay awake long enough to eat, as hungry as she is. She’s too tired to be self conscious as the last light fades and she shivers in the chilly air, even though Vol of Thentis is staring at her in that way he does. It’s a look of curiosity and concentration, his gaze as intent as it was two hours ago when he peered close to drive his skewer into the oozing chunks, and squinted in the failing light as the sun sparked and burned and sank behind the horizon and the night overtook the still cold planet like the artvin escort smothering, itching folds of a black wool blanket, with a chilly wind and the sorrowful sound of a nameless bird weeping in the near distance. He managed to both scorch the outside and leave the inside unpleasantly raw, so that the wet center breaks apart on her tongue and disentigrates in her mouth with a slimily unpleasant feel. She almost gagged, the meat so fresh and raw it tasted rotten.

It’s the same penetrating gaze that fixes her now, a restless dissatisfied audience that will soon grow bored if she remains paralyzed with fear, a crowd that will turn nasty if she cannot find the strength within herself to move and lose herself in her role. Her own eagerness paralyzes her with the realization of her own unseemly haste, and she sprawls headlong over her own desire and falls into a shuddering confusion of tears.

Vol of Thentis lets out his breath in an angry rush, and turns away to stir the fallen fire.

She feels her appetite desert her, but she forces herself to swallow even though her throat has become very dry. The more she tries to overcome her shyness, the more she realizes the massive depth of her vulnerability. The frankness of his desire both arouses her, and chokes into silence the words that long to rise in her throat.

He’s never really bothered giving his slave girls names, and this is something he regrets after all these years because they have a way of running together in a blur of hair and eyes and breast and legs, and only rarely will he think of this one or that one; he can bring to mind how she squeezed him with her legs until he thought she meant to hurt him, but that he let her (because the pain felt strangely good), remember how she used to squirm and cry out his name in a shrill voice until he thrust himself into her mouth just to shut her up, and how the little bitch came in a hot wet rushing flood of tears and shame when he pulled her hair until she screamed. He can remember the perfume she was wearing when he took her, and that the night had been cold with chancy stingy moonlight and the flying had been poor, but he cannot recall her smile, nor whether or not she sang, or if she scorched the clothes with the iron.

What was it he called that blond creature that he snatched from those city walls so long ago? He doesn’t think he ever found out what she called herself when she was free- to be honest, he didn’t care, but he wishes he had some way to call her to mind.

He had to beat her more often than he would have liked, and even now it troubles him; she had been a troublesome slave, so he wishes he did not feel such sorrow in recalling her.

The girl is asleep in a pile of furs. One of the most annoying things about her is the way she snores; it’s loud, almost male, a grating sound that intrudes on his thoughts on the rare occasions that he has an evening to himself, between hunting their food and fighting battles and staying awake when bandits are nearby, an ehn to himself to sit and think by the fire, drinking and brooding.

His thoughts often make him weep, and although he could shed his tears in the company of his sword brothers, it feels unseemly to weep before a female slave.

Are you afraid of what the Earth bitch thinks? His friends would mock his reticence, he knows.

No use in beating her for it, it would be like shocking Thunderbolt for crapping at the wrong time. The beast can’t help it.

He thinks he called her Marissa, the one with golden hair, but he cannot be sure. That could have been the name of some paga girl he bedded of a drunken night; it was a hundred years and more ago. Yes, Marissa was another wench, he recalls her now. She was black of hair with a little waist and big, soft breasts that seemed to rise from her smooth olive stomach as if borne up by the very air. He had spent all but his last few coins on drink, and he needed employment for his sword before he could afford a whore, in truth, but when he walked past the dingy little paga tavern and saw her on her knees serving wine, he knew he would go hungry the next day.

As it happened he had been able to get a good price for his sword in spite of his hangover, and before the morning was even spent, for the war in that city had become hot and bloody and killers were in high demand upon both sides. But that night he cursed his hard cock even as he haggled down the landlord and handed over his last copper, beckoning the girl to follow him with a curt, angry gesture.

It would be easier, by the priest kings, to think back to Marissa’s wet and welcoming embrace, smooth as silk and hot as black leather in the sun, to stroke away the ache he feels inside (now dulled but not stilled by drink), to lose himself and forget the rough rasp of his own sword-calloused hand on the tender skin of his cock and imagine instead Marissa’s wet lips and the tears he struck from her eyes when her teeth grazed him ataköy escort and the gasp of pain and fear that sent him shooting down her throat in a screaming torrent of rage and triumph, if that skinny restless earthgirl could at least be silent as she slept. Lazy, he thinks her, but when he stirs to rise and take her where she lies (fallen still at last! He should be relieved that she’s closed her eyes and freed him to drink and dream by his fire. He never knew such a strange creature, so full of worry) he finds he cannot bear to rouse her, even to serve his brief straightforward pleasure. How can such a little creature make such a din? They can hear you down in the cities of dust, girl! He wonders irritably, spitting in his palm and returning to his task with a renewed will.

Marissa. Marissa. Her name is the soft sad whisper of the wind blowing through the dying stalks of the sa-tarna in the dying of the year. Her nipples stood hard enough to hurt if a man caught one in the eye as she knelt before him and tried her best not to shiver in the chilly air. Her skin had a soft and ashen pallor beneath the tan where the sun had kissed her khaki skin as she served her master’s customers in the courtyard of the tavern by day. A walled in garden behind the inn, tables and chairs were set beneath a trellis with flowering vines whose name he did not know, and Marissa served paga while a fountain played and birds sang in the leaves and the shadows danced on the stones. A common tavern in a nameless town, Vol of Thentis had passed the place several times as he found his way about after leaving thunderbolt in the hands of the local tarn keepers.

At night the moons rose in the sky and Marissa danced, ringing out a tune with little silver bells as she shook her wrists and ankles, making a song as she kept time to the gyrations of her hips and breasts and offered herself to the warriors as they swaggered by, trying to catch their eyes as they passed the little stage by the fire. No doubt the landlord would beat the girl if she were not able to bed enough men of a night, as well as pour and clean, wash dishes and change linen. Her tired face had brightened when she caught Vol of Thentis looking, and she blushed and tried to hide her face when he mouthed the words “Tal, Kajira,” at her. He’d have to come in and pay for her to hold her close enough to make her look at him, and when she spun away, hair flying as she lept and leaned and twirled furiously to resume her dance, he had been decided.

Marissa had blushed modestly enough when he told her to kneel, but he could see the excitement beneath her fear and loosened up his swordbelt, letting it fall to the stones and shaking his scarlet tunic loose of his skin where sweat had plastered it to his chest. The rich, sour smell of his own body greeted him, earth and rain and blood, as he pulled the half-soaked fabric past his face and flung it down; already soiled, he left it where it lay. Marissa shrank back and he caught her easily by her hair, jerking her off her feet so that she stumbled into his arms with a frightened little cry. He shut her mouth with his lips, her spit sweet and sour. In her terror she was salivating freely and Vol of Thentis let her warm spit run down his throat as he pushed her to the narrow bed alcove and kissed her atop the stained, grimy cushions. Drinking her in, he forced his hands to be precise and steady as he undid the clasp of her camisk and pulled it from her body with as gentle a motion as his impatient hands and cock would let him, not wanting to tear it as he knew he could not pay the landlord for it. A cheap nothing of a garment, but the man would want something for it just the same.

The girl was bought and payed for though. Vol of Thentis took her in his arms, her body feeling light as a feather to him with the blood coursing hot through his veins, and when he thrusts himself inside her it is liquor and it is battle and it is laughter and songs beneath the stars, it is the clasp of a friend’s hand and an enemy’s cry of woe and despair as his men break and run before the wind of Thunderbolt’s terrible wings and his snatching, rending claws and the red sorrow of Vol’s sword as it makes a ragged, bloody ruin of iron and bone, muscle and sinew.

He felt her breathing begin to come in short pained gasps as his body pressed the air from her lungs, and he propped himself on his elbows to allow her to inhale more easily. She caught her breath with a sob of gratitude, and her throat moved as she gulped reflexively. Vol of Thentis caught her smooth, thin skin between his teeth, biting hard enough to leave a mark that might last a week or two, no longer caring if the innkeeper blustered and whined about damage to his property. No doubt he could appease the man by collecting some debt for him, or meeting some foe in the field on his behalf. Bargains could always be struck with innkeepers.

He took his money’s worth from the girl that night, atakum escort and she screamed her pleasure to the bare, ill lit little room as the chill set into the stone and the torches burned down low. He had not left her til she was so exhausted that he could no longer rouse her. After he had taken his pleasure of her twice in brutal succession, he saw her eyes grow heavy and her weary limbs relaxed even as the blood rushed back to her face and hands. He thought she would drift into sleep then and there, so he placed his thumbs beneath her arms and lifted her bodily from the bed, standing her on her feet facing him and then forcing her gently back down, her knees buckling a little from her rough and sudden deposit, to sit facing him upon the bed.

He knelt before her.

She tried to shrink back, her buttocks clenching gently as she pulled her stomach taught, struggled to contain the terrified racing of her heart as it pounded against her bosom, but Vol of Thentis’s strong arm wrapped her little waist in a grip of iron and he used his left hand to roughly, impatiently, push her thighs apart.

He buried his face between her legs. She tried to evade his tongue’s insistent search, squirming her little bottom back on the cushions, but he wrapped his rough warm palm around the trembling silk of her left buttock, tightening his fingers until he judged the pain would be enough to dissuade her half hearted enterprise at escape. He laughs at her when she gives in almost instantly to the searing ache when the pressure of his fingers burns down in her tender flesh, and she almost throws herself into his arms now that he’s given her a little taste of what he can do.

He pulls her closer and rewards her with a kiss. She learns quickly. He likes that in a slut.

This should wake you up, my wilting little Talender. My poor dying venumium, I’ll be the rain that brings the color back to your petals. You shall have your water, my thirsty little flower, but the downpour will grind you into the earth and your small brave life be forfeit to the might of the thunder and the lightening and the dreadful winds that will sweep you before them. My sweet Marissa, my storm will tear up root and stem and scatter your frail pieces to the ends of the Earth. Awake, my thirsty little paga maid, be still my little dancer, lie still beneath your master.

And she whispers in his ear as her little arms come up to clasp him as a drowning woman might, “Ma, Ja Vanashe.”

He pushes her down on her back, and brushes the soft curtain of her shiny black hair to one side to form an iridescent puddle on the rough cloth of the cushion. He places his hands upon her hips and feels her shyly moving in his grasp, shifting to be comfortable; her dark grave eyes beg his pardon. She fears being thought insolent. Good.

He allows her fidgeting. She’s only a girl, after all, she can’t comprehend his passion. He buries his face in her hot lap, burrowing into the dark wire of her pelt so she won’t see his tears. She falls still, cold and patient as a still pool whose placid calm he destroys with a crash; she shudders beneath him and ripples radiate from the shattered center of her, and she shakes and weeps and shudders beneath his devouring tongue.

Thinking of her there on her back, those dark liquid eyes pouring over as she choked on the words “ma ja vanashe” her little nails striking soft brief sparks of pain in the skin of his back as she clawed at him in her panic, her silent struggle to be still lost before it was begun as she clings to him in terror. And chokes out “vanashe. Vanashe. Ma vanashe”, as the the tempest sends her fragile form tumbling headlong through the air and she shivers and shakes trembling as she loses herself in oblivion and the silence pounding like to deafen her.

When she can no longer hold herself still and his impatient hands have caught her little wrists, his arm bearing down but just enough to hold her in her place, she screams aloud and her sharp little teeth catch at his palm, a sweet little defiance like the sting of a biting insect in the moment a man crushes it into a smear of blood on his palm.

When he feels himself about to climax he fumbles for his dirty tunic and wraps it around his hand, catching his spill in the soiled silk. His sweat has dampened it and it will dry stiff in any case, the girl will never notice the stain when she rinses their clothes in the water when dawn comes.

He hopes.

Vol of Thentis shifts his way this way and that, the ground hard beneath his back, feeling the unpleasant tingling sensation in his loins and wincing at the inevitable sinking of his spirits.

He can hear his friends’ jealous laughter now, the smoke and smell of memory another unwelcome intrusion, and with the blood subsiding in a rush that he hears like the melancholy music of an ice-cold waterfall, he cannot shut out the voices that clamor in his mind’s ear.

Oh god, he’s jerking off again. Earthgirl doesn’t open her eyes or make a move. She’s learned to keep still if she doesn’t want his attention, which is as immediate and overwhelming as the shocking plunge into cold water.

She wishes she had a cigarette more than anything in the world right now.

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The pain in my head was excruciating as I woke to the sound of laughter. The sun streaming through the trees told me I had been unconscious for hours. There were tents—miserable looking things, really, and a cauldron rigged above a dying campfire.

I had to be in the bandits’ camp. I tried to move, but I had been lashed to a tree. Why I remained breathing was a mystery—was I actually still alive? I decided quickly that being dead wouldn’t hurt so much. Time was hard to gauge; I stared at the empty campsite from my fixed vantage point for what may have been an hour, my mind drifting in and out of a dreamlike state of deliriousness. I could see a basket of bread and a flagon of some kind of drink on a stump near the fire pit, and looking at it made me almost weep.

Though I’d eaten once the previous day, I was already ravenous. The hunger helped me to focus, and my wits had just started to return to me when I heard the bandit company’s voices approaching.

“I’m just sayin’, Mr. Block, I haven’t run one through in months. I think it’s my turn—”

“There ain’t no turns, Mr. Pitts, ’cause there ain’t no law. You run him through, if’n you want to tangle with me after. “

“I’ve no mind to scrap, Mr. Block. Only, well, Mr. Booker’s washed his hands red with the slag’s daddy, and here I am all clean.”

“Clean’s one thing I wouldn’t accuse you of, Mr. Pitts.”

“Besides, mate, it wasn’t planned, you see. Killin’ ‘im was a sort of happy accident, I’d say.”

The bandits numbered four. The one called Mr. Block wore a black rag over his head, tied in the back. A brown vest, marked with white notches, covered his torso, with a filthy brown shirt underneath. Mr. Block’s face didn’t betray a bandit’s cruelty—if anything, he looked like every petty town councilor or Baron’s man you’d ever seen.

Mr. Pitts was shorter and thin as well, with the mad energy of a rodent but much uglier. He looked as if he’d crawled out of the earth, so filthy was he, with the shrill voice one might expect given his pinched little face.

Mr. Booker was as hairy as a sheepdog, but without the redeeming loyalty, cheerfulness, or honest employment. He had the kind of airy joviality only found in good-hearted buffoons and soulless killers.

The fourth man, as yet unnamed, was silent. His hawk-like face and intelligent manner made him look both nobler than his companions yet also vastly more dangerous.

I looked around for Kali, but didn’t see her. Mingled in with the bandits was a woman I could only assume to be Lina, the bandit wench of whom Kali had spoken. I took her for a woman of thirty-five, with a ruddy complexion, chestnut brown hair tied up in a bun, and heavy bosoms made for suckling. She seemed perfectly calm around the bandits, and I could easily fathom that she’d been their personal whore of sorts for some time.

“Alright, honey tits,” Mr. Booker told Lina, “Make us some bacon and beans, and quick. We’re movin’ today.”

“Yes, sir—ohhh,” Lina squealed, as Mr. Booker slapped her ass, hard. “Breakfast first today, sir?”

“Yes!” interjected Mr. Pitts. “I’m fucking starving. You can get your breakfast when we’re done.”

Thus far little attention had been paid me, though that was about to change. The fourth man, the one who had yet to speak, noticed I was awake. An elbow to Mr. Block’s ribs later, and the pair of them walked menacingly towards me.

“You’re a lucky one,” Mr. Block said, with an unctuous grin. “Most days you’da run dry by now. Don’t worry, boy, we’ll put holes in you yet, if’n you won’t dance for us.”

I was beyond confused—why would a bandit want me to dance? I didn’t even know how. Perhaps the fourth man read my expression, because he spoke, for the first time. His voice was soft, calm, and measured, almost reassuring, which made it all the more unnerving.

“Boy, tell me about this,” he said, holding up the Baron’s signet ring. “Where’d you get it?”

My mind raced. The truth would reveal my outlaw status, but these men were outlaws, too. A clever lie, though, might enable me to gain some advantage. If only I could think of one.

“It belonged to Baron Welkenschwanz’s son. I took it from his body after…after I knocked him out. I’m running away from Sameneimer to escape the Baron’s justice,” I stammered, more or less adhering to the truth.

The fourth man eyed me warily.

“And then you tried to steal our wench? You’re a brave one—stupid, but brave, to steal from barons and bandits.”

Without thinking of the consequences, I blurted out, “She tried to steal my horse!”

I felt guilty immediately, as if I was harming Kali to save myself. Mr. Block whispered into the fourth man’s ear.

“Boy, I believe you. I really do,” the fourth man said. “Only, thing is: we can’t be havin’ our spoils…well, spoiled. We caught you…disciplinin’ that one-eyed monster of yours near ourwench, and there’s a price for that.”

The sudden onrush of terror blotted out any capacity for guilt in me. Kali ardeşen escort would have to save herself, as it appeared these bandits meant to do me in.

“Monster?” Lina asked curiously. “You sayin’ ‘e’s got a big one?”

“Fuckin’ massive,” Mr. Pitts said, before Mr. Block struck him hard in the ribs. “What was that for?”

“Don’t make the whore all sloppy for ‘im,” he warned, “‘fore she goes off tryin’ to ride him the next chance she gets.”

“I never touched Kali…I mean, your wench, sir,” I protested. “She merely wanted to see my…shameful disfigurement.”

The bandits had a hearty laugh. Perhaps, I thought, I might amuse them such that they’d elect to keep me alive.

“It’s a terrible affliction,” I averred. “I…I do confess I might have brought about the untimely end of a few sheep back in my village.”

The bandits laughed, save Mr. Pitts, who needed Mr. Booker to explain my jest to him before he grasped its wit.

“Clever boy, this one,” Mr. Booker proclaimed. “Only, as I see it, the clever rarely find their way into a bandit forest.”

My mind, at that tender age as yet unaccustomed to strategic thought, was barely up to the task of concocting a scheme. Yet I soldiered on blindly, hoping to hit upon a means of salvation.

“I mean to join you,” I blurted out finally..

They looked at me expectantly. I would need a story.

“I…ummm…well…when the Baron’s men…I mean to say…”

“So you stole the ring as a masterwork, eh?” the fourth man queried.

Not knowing, of course, what a bandit might consider a “masterwork,” I nevertheless plunged onwards.

“Yes, sir, yes. A masterwork indeed,” I chirped eagerly.

“Well,” he said almost paternally, “it’s not a bad first go at it. Perhaps there’s hope for you yet.”

Perhaps, I thought. It was just then, for the first time, that I heard the sounds of high-pitched, muffled screams. Kali was there.

“That means breakfast, boys,” Mr. Booker exclaimed with glee. “How’s the food, wench?”

Though the men were casually possessive and degrading to her, Lina seemed to bear their affronts with paradoxical good cheer.

“Good and hot today,” she cried out. “And not a moment to soon.”

The bandits left my vicinity to take their places around the campfire, all save the fourth man, who entered one of the tents and retrieved the bound figure of my erstwhile travelling companion, Kali. She kicked, as best she could, against her restraints, but if a bandit knows one thing, it’s how to tie a knot. Kali was held fast, helpless against the bandits’ depredations no doubt to come.

“Now, don’t you try closin’ yer eyes this time,” Mr. Pitts admonished. “Else this’ll take all day.”

Kali was dumped unceremoniously on the ground alongside Mr. Block, who began to devour a side of bacon. Even from my vantage point, I could see how ravenously hungry Kali appeared. My own stomach was tied up in knots, and I knew at that moment that I would sell my soul to Mother Death for a bite of the beans grubby Mr. Pitts was shoveling into his greedy maw.

The men took their time eating, enjoying their filling breakfast perhaps more demonstratively than necessary. It was then that I realized the meaning of their meal: they were taunting Kali. The source of the bandits’ persuasion was no spell or charm, but rather the simple facts of slow starvation. No wonder Kali looked so thin, unremitting rebel that she was.

I watched with a mixture of horror and desire when Mr. Block scraped the remains of the bacon and the beans into a large bowl.

“Now, wench, take your pick. You splittin’ this bowl with honey tits or goin’ without again?” Mr. Pitts said lasciviously.

I could only imagine what the bandits would demand of poor Kali in exchange for a bit of food.

“Bacon’s burnt,” she said stoically. “And the beans are cold by now. Maybe tomorrow.”

I was amazed at the strength it must have taken her to turn down a meal that, to my greedy eyes at least, looked like a veritable feast.

Without warning, Lina walked up to Mr. Pitts and pulled his shabby britches to his ankles. A small, unimpressive cock flopped out, and she placed his whole shaft in her mouth at once, as if it were mere routine. I heard her hum a tune with Mr. Pitts’ willy in her mouth and barely two minutes later, she was pulling his spent cock from her mouth and wiping her hand across her lips. I wish I could remember the tune; I think my dear old mom might have sung it to me once.

At that time, I’d never seen a woman use her mouth on another man, nor had I seen such an act accomplished with so little movement on the woman’s part. Even fully engorged, Mr. Pitts must have been an easy mark for a talented fellatrix like Lina. So enthralled was I by the bizarre site, that I had missed Mr. Block and Mr. Booker taking the opportunity to free their own straining members from confinement. Without neither hesitation nor haste, Lina knelt on her knees below Mr. Booker, who arnavutköy escort fed his cock little by little into her waiting mouth. Mr. Booker put up a much better show of himself, even causing the wench at his feet to retch and sputter a time or two.

While Mr. Pitts had been quick to spew, Lina was forced to employ more of her skills to coax the seed from Mr. Booker. Like a maid at a butter churn, she pumped his shaft furiously, intermittently taking him full to the hilt into her willing mouth. One could be forgiven for believing she actually enjoyed such debasement; with her free hand, she reached under her simple homespun dress and began to caress herself intimately. Mr. Booker grasped big handfuls of her heaving tits, calling out “mommy!” as he came, thrashing.

While such undignified behavior would have embarrassed you or I, dear reader, it was instantly apparent that among their own kind, bandits have little sense of shame, and I suppose my impending demise made me no one of consequence to them. This general brazenness was confirmed when I spied Mr. Block coating Lina’s breakfast with a generous dose of his seed. Evidently, he’d been unwilling to wait for Lina to service him and took matters into his own hands. Why he’d choose poor Lina’s breakfast as the place to deposit his offering was a mystery to me.

I expected Lina to wait until the fourth man had his way with her as well, but she immediately went for the bowl and hastily devoured it. The fourth man made no objection to this. I instinctively recoiled to see her consume Mr. Block’s semen along with her bacon and beans until I remembered how common it must be for Lina to ingest such fluids with her meals.

Kali looked positively wretched, unable as she was to contain her envy over Lina’s meal. I recalled how dismissively she spoke of Lina in our short time together and could see how, to a woman so bent on resistance like Kali, Lina’s total submission to the bandits would seem demoralizing, an unpleasant glimpse into a possible future.

“What about him?” Lina asked. “How’s he gonna eat?”

Mr. Booker cocked an eyebrow.

“Slut’s got a point. We don’t usually keep another twig and berries around ‘ere.”

“He’ll live,” the fourth man said. “For now, let’s hunt—Mr. Pitts is on watch.”

As the other bandits departed, I expected to see Mr. Pitts return Kali to the tent. To my surprise, instead he freed her.

“Don’t try lick the bowl again, bitch,” he said cruelly. “You want our cream, you get it straight from the source.”

Without a single instruction, Kali and Lina set about performing chores. Each time Kali turned towards me, even for a moment, Mr. Pitts slapped her hard across her ass.

“Don’t you worry about ‘im. Be dead soon enough.”

Mr. Pitts performed no work of his own, save for watching the three of us. With little to do in my current condition and no prospects of being useful myself, I settled for observing Mr. Pitts, hoping at the least to learn about how the bandits worked. Either I’d succeed in joining them—only to slip away at the first chance, of course—or I’d find some weakness to exploit and steal away once more with Kali, and perhaps even Lina, if she so desired.

It was well past midday when I noticed for the first time a pattern of furtive movements on the part of Kali. Each time Mr. Pitts took his eyes from her, she would discretely perform some sort of small motion with her hands, though with her back turned away from me I couldn’t discern what it was.

Mr. Pitts was eating a loaf of bread and what appeared to be an unwashed carrot when Kali quickly crumpled what I then saw to be a small scrap of paper and flung it at me. I had never seen such a thing before—to destroy so valuable an object as a sheet of paper. Oh reader, how strange it is now to pour out buckets of ink upon these sheets and recall how once I only laid eyes on paper in the rare occasion that the baron’s men came to settle accounts.

At that moment I gave thanks that my arms, though bound at the wrist, were not pinioned behind me as Kali’s had been. Taking care not to alert Mr. Pitts of anything out of the ordinary, I first used my feet to pull the scrap towards me. Unable to make obvious movements, it took some time, and during the interlude, I had time to ponder what I might do with the paper. I prayed Kali knew well enough not to write any words: a picture or map might do me some good, but a message in writing was lost on me.

Once I had the scrap, I opened it surreptitiously. Both my hopes and my fears were confirmed: there was indeed a map, but also a series of written instructions. When Mr. Pitts completed his lunch, I tucked the map away, fearful of being found out. I gave Kali a forlorn look, waiting for her to glance at me and discern that I could not read her note. When she caught sight of me, she immediately set aside the pants she was mending and spoke to Mr. Pitts.

“Alright,” she said in evident resignation. “I’m bloody artuklu escort starving. Give me a loaf of that brown and I’ll suck your cock.”

Mr. Pitts laughed, an unpleasant, weaselly laugh, and pulled his pants down for the second time that day.

“Since the old slag drained me this morning, I might just last long enough to wear you out, cunt,” he said.

Kali positioned herself such that Mr. Pitts was looking away from me. I couldn’t see her take his prick into her mouth, only his skinny bum clenching as he thrust in and out. Kali made little mewling sounds, evidently to hold Mr. Pitts’ attention, and at once I grasped her plan.

She must have ascertained my illiteracy from that look I gave her. Now she was distracting Mr. Pitts, so that I could secure some help reading. I beckoned Lina over, and she tilted her head curiously. I wished I could cry out for her to come to my aid, but instead I merely motioned for her, with my bound arms and desperately shaking head, to come over. If she could read the message, perhaps she might decipher for me the words I could not.

“I think he’s gettin’ randy,” she called out to Mr. Pitts, who was distracted enough by his forceful fucking of poor Kali’s mouth to require her to repeat herself.

I shook my head frantically. Had she not understood me?

“Fuck ‘im,” Mr. Pitts called out.

Lina began to remove her dress.

“No, you fat whore. Don’t fuck him, FUCK HIM!”

At once, Lina pulled her dress back on, and Mr. Pitts bellowed out, as he no doubt reached climax.

“I think he wanted a go at me,” Lina said, laughing to Mr. Pitts. “Thinks he’s one of you already.”

Mr. Pitts turned towards me, and I fumbled to hide the map. I was too obvious. Dragging Kali along by her hair, he approached me. Once she came closer, I could see that Mr. Pitts had coated her face with his seed; moreover, despite his miniscule endowment, he seemed to have produced an obscene amount of semen for a man who’s just enjoyed the services of another woman scarcely six hours before.

“What’s the word, Mr. Pitts?” the fourth man cried out from a distance.

What a time for the bandits to return! I closed my eyes and prayed that Mr. Pitts might fail to discover my secret, but when I felt his greasy finger rummage underneath my knees, I knew Kali and I would be discovered.

“What’s this?” he asked, unfolding the paper.

“I…I don’t know. I can’t read,” I blubbered.

I was not putting on a particularly gallant display. Dear reader, I will spare you the gory details, but suffice it to say that my bladder does not always obey my mind when great danger draws near.

“Fucking hell,” Mr. Pitts called out, and now the bandits were upon me.

“A map,” Mr. Booker said. “And she must’ve drawn it.”

“Says here he should kill us in our sleep,” Mr. Block said, drawing his blade.

“And here I thought she just wanted a little bread and cream,” Mr. Pitts said in mock self pity.

Kali’s face, still spattered with Mr. Pitts’ cum, was twisted into a mask of horror. For my part, I had traversed fear to arrive at utter paralysis. Only my eyes still worked: I watched the fourth man, the one whose name I’d never heard spoken, whisper into Kali’s ear.

“I’ll take the mark!” she cried out.

The bandits, to that point leering and cruel, suddenly changed. Mr. Block reached for a cloth to hand Kali, while Mr. Pitts straightened his shirt a little. All trace of their lascivious grins had vanished, and they took on a vaguely funereal air.

Mr. Booker departed slowly and returned with something I’d never seen, the skin of a white bear. There were certainly no white bears in these woods. One day, I would ride into battle mounted on such a majestic creature. As a young man in those woods, though, such adventures were well ahead of me.

The fourth man whispered once more into Kali’s ear. She turned to me, glaring, but did not speak. Her eyes never left mine as she removed her clothing. Mr. Pitts took her tatters and flung them into the fire, where they burst into an unnatural, towering flame. Kali lay on her stomach, hands at her sides. The bandits, hitherto constantly engaged in lewd taunting and ribaldry, were silent, solemn.

The fourth man approached Kali and knelt down at her side. Reaching out his index finger, he traced an indecipherable pattern across the small of Kali’s back. I confess to being distracted by the sight of her bare ass, though the scene was more outré than erotic. She breathed slowly, deeply, as he traced his finger in a spiraling pattern, and in a moment he was done.

Kali lay there, perhaps uncertain what was to come. In an instant, though, she cried out in pain, and smoke rose from the spot where the fourth man had touched her. I could see the mark forming: a black, hateful looking spiral, traced in a place where a man might see it when he enjoyed her from behind. I recalled Kali proclaiming that women marked by bandits often became whores, and I wondered whether such a fate awaited her.

Yet the greater mystery was why she’d suddenly assented to the mark. What had the fourth man whispered to her to cause her stout resistance to crumble? In all likelihood, I would never know: the only mark bandits gave men was a knife wound.

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This chapter’s all story.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Lord Talos of Evora

Kingdom of Solais

21st of Starset, 1282 D.f.

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Gloomy clouds of gray reigned overhead as the party traveled the plains of eastern Solais. Any remnant of civilization was now a three-day’s ride behind them, and was an idea so very distant that it may not have existed at all. The brisk autumn wind smelled of rain, and the rolling horizon held nothing but grass, streams, and the occasional tree.

And plenty of rabbits. Talos, riding point, kept his crossbow at the ready lest he rode within ten yards of one of those frolicking bunnies, but otherwise made no change of course as he led his sorceresses through solitude and desolation. Fresh meat was merely a luxury when traveling with a teleporter after all, and his crossbow bolts would be worth more than a meal if he ever needed them.

Talos typically enjoyed solitude on his travels, but solitude of this magnitude typically led to an idle mind; and idle minds oft turn to anxiety, as if reminding itself that it’s wiser to struggle than to live comfortably. Talos did not mind the struggle, of course; he was one to pick the difficult road over the simple when given the chance, and would never shy away from danger as long as he could swing a sword. Yet, his mind now always turned to one particularly gnawing worry; the fate of Casiama, his Cass, and what she would think of him when they finally reunited.

The day of answers drew nigh. Only eight to ten days remained on his journey to the straightened shore, a journey which would have already been completed if he’d traveled alone and not gotten himself distracted. There he would find Casiama alone atop a hill, fall hopelessly in love with her once again, and then have his soul shattered when she enlightened him of an infallible truth. At least, that’s what the Oracle had told him two months ago.

To Talos, this prophecy now made distractions more valuable than food or water, no matter how they slowed his travels. He calmed himself with a deep breath then turned his attention to his lovely enchantress, who was riding thirty yards behind him beside the gorgeous Tanya.

Alanna was just then attempting to stifle a laugh as she looked on a concentrating Tanya. Tanya had her eyes glued to the book at her side, which levitated in the air beside her as she rode atop her terrifying black stallion. She had a hand raised skyward as if attempting to grasp the clouds above, and muttered a silly phrase under her breath which was clearly the source of Alanna’s joy.

“Be the water… I am the water… I am made… of water…”

Alanna couldn’t help but snort with laughter. Tanya had been trying her hand at elemental evocation for the better part of a week now, and hadn’t gotten much further than a pitiful trickle of water.

“Go!” Tanya cried to the heavens, a sudden burst of steam exploding from her palm. The enchantress beside her giggled, shaking her head.

“Nooo Tanya, you have to be the water,” she teased, puffing out her cheeks and bobbing her head as if it were a vessel at sea. “Like this!”

Tanya huffed, shooting her a look of disgust. “How is that water? And why must I say these words? Humans are already mostly water.”

“I’m telling you! You can’t study your way into elemental mastery, Tanya. You have to feel it.”

Tanya rolled her eyes. “And what does water feel like?” she scoffed. Alanna puffed out her cheeks again, causing Tanya to giggle at her silly face and Alanna to giggle in turn at her sweet laugh.

“Okay, okay, let me help you. Shut that book and shut your eyes, Tanya,” Alanna warmly said. Tanya gave her a smirk of disbelief before snapping her book shut with the wave of a finger, then closed her eyes just after. Alanna willed her mare two lengths closer.

“You are the water, Tanya,” Alanna softly said. “You are everywhere. You rest, you wave, you splash about when asked by the wind, and you never mind her asks. You’re calming, you’re powerful, yet you are always modest. You are only water. You’re… transparent, you’re refreshing, but most of all…”

Alanna raised a palm, then willed a spout of water from it to splash Tanya in the face.

“You’re wet,” she grinned.

“Alanna!” a soaked Tanya thinly screamed, glaring at her. She wiped her face clear of water, but certainly not of shock. “You’ll rue the day you ruined my makeup!”

“So liike… yesternight?” Alanna teased. “Or yester-yesternight? Or yester-yester-yester-“

“Ah!” Tanya yelled, expelling another cloud of vapor from her palm towards Alanna. Alanna diverted it simply with a raised hand, then willed her mare to gallop away.

“Tanya, no! I’ve appearances to keep!” the enchantress cried as she rode away.

“And I didn’t?!” Tanya squeaked in reply, kicking the flanks of her stallion. “Get back here! I’m sure you’ll look great with a crooked nose!”

“Noo!” Alanna giggled, leaning over to shoot another spurt of water at the sorceress antalya rus escort chasing her. Tanya warded it with an iridescent bubble then conjured a dozen black roses, their stems covered in thorns, and flung them at the enchantress.

And so the swift battle of irrelevant magics continued. Alanna soon raced past Talos, who had a hand to his face to hide his smile, as she cried for mercy and warded away the simple illusions. Tanya’s black stallion flashed past him a moment later charging at full tilt, but was soon driven away from Alanna by a stream of water and a helpful enchant.

“Traitorous steed!” Tanya loudly declared as her horse turned about and slowed to a halt. Talos, keeping his same pace, rode past the drenched sorceress and her unwilling stallion at a trot.

“It’s probably for the better; I like her nose how it is,” he softly said, silently telling his enchantress to return the horse’s self-determination in the same breath. Tanya huffed and wiped her face again, then rode up beside him.

“I would’ve returned it come nightfall,” she muttered with a smile, reaching out for her levitating spell tome. She looked it over in her hands and wiped the cover clean of water, chuckling. “Oh. That’s why she told me to shut the book. How thoughtful.”

“Gracious, even,” Talos dryly replied.

“Let’s not be hasty here,” Tanya smirked.

“I think she may even like you,” he continued.

“Yes, well… tell her to come back,” she sighed, giving the distant enchantress a friendly wave. “I won’t give her a crooked nose. Today.”

“Mm. Sounds like the feeling may even go both ways.”

“Now that’s very hasty, Talos,” she warmly replied. “But probably true. It’s difficult not to like her.”

“Told ya,” he shrugged.

“Not to mention we… well, you know…” Tanya shook her head in an attempt to will her blush and smile away, but failed in the endeavor as she looked on the approaching enchantress. She cast her gaze skyward instead. “Why are we following the sun, Talos? Where in the world are you taking us?”

He cleared his throat. “Old man Barnabas’ place,” he answered.

“Old man who?” Tanya smiled. Talos reached for his saddlebags, producing his map of the easterlands a moment later. He unfurled it, then leaned in towards Tanya to share it.

He pointed at a small ‘x’ on the map. “Here. The only company we’ll likely find out in these parts.”

Tanya took the scroll from him, squinting at it. “Old Man Barnabas… the Greatest Hooch-Maker in Solais?” she asked, reciting the marking’s label.

“Mhm. I’m hoping it’s drink,” Talos replied, taking the map back. “And I’m hoping it’s good. Though, judging from Mattias’ strange taste in women… who knows?” he chuckled.

“Oh? Are you telling me you wouldn’t sleep with a succubus, Talos?”

“Sleep with? Sure, I’d try anything once, even the goat-woman. Live with, though?” he replied, shaking his head. Alanna spoke when she soon completed her fifty-yard return to them giggling, smiling, and being that ray of sunshine she was.

“Don’t be greedy, my love. We’ve Tanya to dream of now,” she gently chided him, turning her horse about to trot alongside.

“I dunno, Alanna. Mattias professed that the goat-woman could ride for hours on end, whereas we know Tanya tires after only a quar… ter… sorry,” Talos coughed out, backpedaling from his jest at the sight of one displeased sorceress.

“No no, go on,” Tanya replied with a coy smirk. “Please, continue to compare my sexual prowess with that of a demoness. Your nose is safe for now.”

Talos wiped his nose as he looked out to the horizon instead, decidedly not continuing that avenue of conversation. He sighed.

“Sure hope it’s drink.”

-=-=-

The clouds overhead were swept away and the sun had turned to orange by the time the party neared their destination for the night. A brisk wind pushed against them as they rode, as if telling the trio they were headed in the wrong direction, but Talos paid it no mind.

Before them stood a gently-sloping hill, ringed by trees and a pair of streams flowing to the straightened shores to their south. Atop the hill laid a single modest house, from which a soft trail of white smoke rose into the sky. The location of such a home wouldn’t have confused Talos had there been farmlands around it’s perimeter, but as he neared all he spied was a small garden fit for one. A hermit, he supposed; he’d encountered their kind more than a hundred times, and found that each was more insane than the next.

Talos took the lead as their horses cantered up the hillside. His eyes darted left and right as he neared the cottage as if suspecting a trap, but besides the garden, the home, the trees and the streams, all he could see was a single, lonesome dog, who barked at him as they neared. Talos dismounted first, unequipping his sword and crossbow as he did, and made his way to the house’s entrance.

Sure, it would have made araklı escort more sense for Alanna to take the lead. No man or woman could resist her charms, after all, even if they were warded; but three days without seeing a single soul made a swordsman nervous, and so he was the one who rapped on the door whilst his sorceresses stood behind him wearing their best smiles. Talos crossed his arms when he heard the approaching footsteps from inside.

The door slowly creaked opened just a crack, displaying a portly, older man who held a loaded crossbow pointed at Talos’ chest. The old man cleared his throat, and spoke to his uninvited guests with a raspy voice.

“I’ve no coin here for ye to thieve, scoundrel,” the old man said with a squint. “Best try Hardcore, or another town who’s more use of currency.”

Talos waved a hand, but kept his arms crossed. “Fortunately I’ve no desire for coin this day Barnabas, no matter how true your story may ring. I’m unarmed. Can I ask the same from you before someone is injured?”

Alanna was already reading in the portly man of course, and she found he held no desire to shoot at his guests. The portly man wasn’t even sure if the crossbow would still work, seeing how old it was. Alanna pushed these thoughts onto Talos, who found them entirely irrelevant; no man but the stone-hearted ever desired to shoot another, and the stone-hearted typically don’t grow old.

The man’s squinting gaze finally left the bloodied, intimidating form that was Talos, to instead look at the two deceptively-innocent-looking maids behind him; he lowered his crossbow soon after.

“Ye’ve heard of me?” old man Barnabas asked of Talos. “But, how’s such a thing possible? Who’re ye?”

Talos extended a gloved hand before realizing it was covered in a layer of blood and grime, then removed his glove.

“Name’s Talos, and my women go by Alanna and Tanya, mages both,” Talos greeted, nodding his head respectively, and shaking Barnabas’ trigger hand after he’d set his crossbow against the inner wall of his cottage. “We were led this way by the half-man Mattias, who swore up and down that you were the greatest hooch-maker in Solais. So, rather than coin, I seek whatever deserved such praise, and perhaps a sturdy roof for the night if you could offer it.”

“That fookin’ midget!” Barnabas guffawed with a hearty shake. “How’s tha’ little bastard getting along? Hopefully hasn’t lost his legs I pray, lest he be forced closer to the ground!”

Talos chuckled. “He’s well Barnabas, and fortunately still possesses both his feet. May we come inside?”

Barnabas put a hand on the door to swing it fully open, and offered an outstretched palm for his unexpected guests. “But of course! Any friend of Mattias is a friend o’ mine. Just mind the mess, if ye would. Not many travelers venture this way, if ye can imagine such a boon.”

Talos nodded. “I can. Gratitude, Barnabas,” he softly said before stepping past him to enter the cottage. He was aware of the hermit’s lingering gaze on both Alanna and Tanya as they did the same with smiles and gratitudes, but didn’t pay it any mind. Such a thing was to be expected.

Barnabas poked his head out from the cottage once the threesome was inside. “Mutt! Inside!” Talos heard the jangling of a collar, and then watched on with a smile as Barnabas’ dog ran inside the house. Barnabas shut the door after him, then turned to the trio.

“Make yerselves comfortable! I’ve rabbit and greens fer supper tonight, same as all nights, and there’s a washboard and suds by the stream if either ye ladies need’ta wash yer clothes.”

Want to be my washerwoman? Talos smirked to his enchantress, receiving a similar smile from her. He figured the old man’s haste recommendation came from a desire to see the sorceresses disrobe, which was also to be expected.

“Gratitude, Barnabas,” Alanna giggled. “Perhaps on the morn’, when I could better see what I’m washing?”

Talos grinned as he looked around the room. Everything appeared self-made by the old hermit, with materials found nearby rather than purchased in town. The couch, for example, was more of a wooden bench, whilst the rocking chair beside the crackling fireplace had the simple edges of an untrained carpenter.

“S’pose that makes sense,” Barnabas grinned, clasping his hands together. “Well, I’ve a never-used guestroom in any case, just down the hall there,” he nodded, then turned his gaze back to Talos. “But ye came fer hooch! And I got yer hooch. Tell me, Talos, do ye desire mandrake, or nightshade?”

Talos smiled, now that his hopeful wish that hooch was indeed drink was answered. “I’ll avoid the poison tonight and take the mandrake, Barnabas.”

The hermit guffawed, clapping Talos on the shoulder. “But, me man! They’re both poisons, just like all drink! Perhaps I should’a said woody nightshade, though; a bit more’va edible fruit than it’s cousin.”

Talos grinned, shrugging. “Let’s try both, then. What the hells.”

“Both! I can already tell yer a good man. ardahan escort Sit down, all ye, and make yerselves comfortable. Let an ol’ man fetch the drinks and cups.”

“Thank you,” Tanya smiled, taking a gander at the bench behind her before gracefully lowering herself onto it. She was joined by her companions a moment later, whilst Barnabas skipped towards the back of the house to clang around in the kitchen for a minute. His dog came up to Alanna in the interim, who gave him her back-patting, ear-rubbing attentions.

“What a nice man,” she said to her companions as she pet the dog. “He gave us the warmest welcome we’ve received in all of Solais.”

“Besides the crossbow, you mean,” Tanya softly mused.

“Can you blame him?” Talos shrugged. “He may not have coin, sure, but drink and a house is more than enough reason for bandits to strike. Hells, I’ve seen robbers try to take a life for a pair of boots.”

“Boots?” she asked with a raised brow.

“Boots,” he confirmed. “By their nature, peasants aren’t blessed with the fortune of being the Chancellor of Tardia’s daughter, Tanya. A good pair of boots can cost them a month’s fortune, and a lack of boots can cost them their lives. Poverty breeds desperation, desperation breeds thievery, and the world spins on anyway.”

“Well, I know that,” Tanya blushed. Alanna giggled, leaning in to ruffle the dog’s fur with both hands.

“If I were queen, I’d give boots to all my subjects,” she generously declared. Talos scooched towards her to kiss her on the cheek.

“And what great royalty you’d make, honey,” Talos smirked as he retreated. “Queen Alanna the Temptress.”

“Queen Alanna the Well-broken,” Tanya giggled in jest. Alanna shot her a glare as she assaulted the dog in front of her with love.

“Queen Alanna the Beautiful,” she corrected her. “Come on Tanya, you know I’d only spread my legs for my most loyal subjects.”

“Which would be literally everyone, enchantress,” Tanya shot back, sticking out her tongue. Alanna groaned.

“Ugh! The things I put up with to keep the peace in my realm,” she giggled as Barnabas returned to the hall, juggling two large glasses and four wooden cups in his arms. Talos shot up from the wooden bench to help him set them on the table, then sat back down between his sorceresses as Barnabas poured the first round.

“Alright ye intrepid folks,” he said. “We’re startin’ with the mandrake. Ye’ve had hooch before, I take it?”

“None of us have, sir,” Alanna answered with a smile. Barnabas grinned.

“Ohh, I see. So none of ye’s have nothing to compare it to. Well! It tastes like fire,” he explained, handing a cup to Alanna, “it’s repulsive to all ye’s senses,” he continued, serving Tanya, “and it’ll knock ye’s on yer butt if yer not careful,” he finished, handing a glass to Talos before taking one for himself. “Fer the ladies, I’d recommend holdin’ yer nose. Goes down easier that way. Talos, I’ll kick ye out of my home if ye try the same. Give us summin’ to drink to.”

Talos raised his drink, as did the other three. “To finding friends in unexpected places,” he cheered, tilting his drink towards Barnabas, before bringing it to his lips and downing the double shot of poignant liquor on the first try. He couldn’t resist grimacing when he felt his throat, lungs, and heart fill with flame, and he sharply exhaled when he slammed his cup back onto the table. “Hoooo shit.”

Alanna, in the meantime, was sharply coughing to his right and shaking her head. Tanya, still plugging her nose as best she could, was now panting louder than the dog.

“It’s… it’s… respectable, Barnabas,” she tried complimenting, her cheeks reddening whilst she gave her damnedest not to hurl. Barnabas grinned as he stood over them, apparently immune to the drink’s effects, and set to pouring the second round.

“A bit spicy, that one is. Let’s try the nightshade next,” he generously proposed. Talos nodded, Tanya put a hand up in refusal, and Alanna continued to cough and sputter.

“Sounds great,” she croaked out.

-=-=-

And so the drinks flowed as the night drew long. Talos and Barnabas matched one another’s pace with enthusiasm as they shared tales of heroism and adventure, whilst Alanna and Tanya, neither of them enthusiastic nor eager to consume any more of the vile liquid, kept to water.

Talos felt on top of the world after only three drinks of the magical liquor. With a peasant’s drawl did he slur his words after five. Somewhere between the seventh and tenth he’d even somehow found his sword, and decided from then on to swing it about as he paced about the room and regaled the old man Barnabas with many a tale.

Only after the eleventh did he begin telling the story of why he, Alanna, and Tanya were actually here in the first place. He spoke of elven princesses, of white towers of yore, and of the origins of the Emerald Moon seen the world over. Barnabas, to his credit, seemed to take the stories in stride, no matter how ridiculous they would have seemed to most. The party had learned earlier that he’d been an adventurer in his younger years as well, before deciding to settle in the countryside and away from the troubles of civilization. This worldly view likely helped his digestion of Talos’ tales.

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Anita

The pain came in waves, one after another. At first they were far apart, but then they started getting closer together. By the time Saban set down, they were almost on top of each other. Saban shifted back to human as he carried me into the castle. When I looked up, he was crying. Another jolt of pain filled my stomach. I gasped.

Marian met us at the door. “I had one of the apprentices watching for you,” she explained. “I’ve got a room set up. Hurry.” Maybe there was some hope for me after all. I rode another wave of pain. Then again, maybe not.

Saban laid me carefully down on the bed, and then headed for the door. “I can’t watch this,” he said.

I reached out for him. “Stay. Please.”

He hesitated, then came to stand at my side. “I’ll stay as long as you need me,” he said.

I grabbed his hand, and squeezed as the pain came again. “Thank you,” I gasped as the pain momentarily subsided.

Marian slid up my shirt and laid her hand on my stomach. I felt her magic probe my body, looking for damage. Marian blinked. Then she frowned, and I felt another wave of diagnostic magic. “This makes no sense,” she muttered, and then met my gaze. “What has the pain been like, Anita?” she asked. “Is it a steady, biting pain, or does it come and go?”

“It comes and-” I gasped as another wave hit me.

“How close together?” she asked.

“Seconds,” I gasped, right before another wave struck.

Marian turned to Saban. “Help me get her pants off,” she told him. “I need to see something.”

Saban lifted me, and Marian slid off my pants, and then my underclothes. She peered intently into my vagina. Then she looked up, smiling. “Anita, your cervix is dilated. And this pain you’ve been having, it’s not the demon clawing its way out. It’s contractions. You’re giving birth.”

I blinked. “Come again?”

“You’re giving birth,” Marian said. “I’m not sure how, or why, but that’s what’s happening. You’re going to be just fine.”

Saban squeezed my hand. “She’s… She’s not going to die?”

Marian smiled. “No. There may be complications, but I can take care of that. I’m the best healer in the kingdom, after all.” Marian met my gaze. “Anita, next time you have a contraction, I need you to push. Can you do that for me?”

I nodded. Saban squeezed my hand again, and I squeezed back. Then my grip tightened as another contraction hit me. I closed my eyes and pushed.

I felt the baby demon slide out of my womb. Tiny tentacles reached out and gripped Marian’s hand. As I pushed again, the tentacles tightened around Marian’s hand and pulled. The baby demon slid free.

Marian caught it. “Congratulations, it’s a-” She blinked down at what she was holding. “Tentacly squid thing.” She thrust it at Saban. “Here, you take this.”

Saban took the infant demon. Tentacly squid thing was not a bad description. It was green, with big red eyes and tiny fanged mouths. It squirmed in Saban’s grip and squeaked.

I looked over at it. “It’s kind of cute. In an eldritch horror sort of way.”

Saban smiled. “If you say so.”

“It’s kind of our child,” I said thoughtfully. “Ours together. If you think about it.” The little demon reached for me. I smiled. “Looks like it want’s its mommy.”

As I reached out to take the little thing, Saban lifted it out of my reach. “It’s not like a human baby, Anita. It’s a bit small, but, otherwise, it’s a fully functional adult. Demons don’t care for their young.” He frowned at it. “I’m going to put you down,” he told it, “And you’re going to take a form more suited to conversation. I want answers.”

*

Saban

Anita frowned. “Can’t that wait? The little guy just got born.” The new demon squeaked again, and she smiled at it. “Awww… Aren’t you just the cutest little thing?”

I glared at my offspring. “You’re doing that on purpose. Well, I’m not going to fall for that cute little darling act, so knock it off.” Its stalk eyes drooped and in squeaked mournfully. “I said cut it out!”

“You’re being a little harsh,” Anita said, glaring at me. “It’s your child, Saban. Don’t you feel anything for it? Some small scrap of affection?”

“No. Why would I? As I said, demons don’t care for their young.” I placed the tiny demon on the floor. “Shift. Now. And if you turn into anything cute, you will suffer for it.”

Anita opened her mouth to protest, but closed it again as the young demon began to shift. I heard Marian mumble her apologies and some excuse before she almost ran out the door. I couldn’t blame her. Demon shifting was never pretty. When everything stilled again, a young man crouched warily on the floor. He looked up at me. “Is this acceptable, Father?”

I considered. He wasn’t cute and fluffy, at least. His chosen male form was almost feminine, with large, innocent looking green eyes and soft looking waves of blond hair. I had no doubt his appearance was carefully chosen for the effect it would have on Anita, but I could not find anything specific to object to. I nodded. “This is acceptable, yes.”

The young man slowly antalya escort rose, watching me carefully. He was about a head shorter than I was. He was probably couldn’t get any larger. He was, after all, very young. “You implied you had questions for me.”

“Yes. How did you keep from killing Anita? And why?” I asked. My mind brushed his. I would know if he lied.

The other demon was carefully avoiding my gaze, his eyes downcast. Good. He knew his place. “I was able to control the amount of power I was drawing, so I didn’t take any life force. I am also able to give off certain chemicals, ones that affect the human body. When I first became aware, I made my mother’s body think it was in the final stages of pregnancy, and, when I was ready, I induced labor.”

Anita frowned. “You can emit hormones? How?”

“It’s a power some demons have,” I explained. “It’s not one I’ve got, so he must have inherited it from Vice.” I considered my offspring thoughtfully. “Doing that sort of thing is not easy. It must have taken a lot out of you. A lot that you didn’t really have to spare, given that you were restrained in your feeding.”

The young man nodded, eyes still downcast. “Yes.”

“Why?” As a test of my power over him, I forced him to meet my gaze. As soon as I released him, he looked away. I could feel his fear.

The other demon wet his lips nervously. “Mother, you may not know this, but newly conceived demons acquire some of the memories of whoever was the receiver in the mating process. In this case, that was Father.”

Anita blinked. “You acquired some of Saban’s memories?”

My offspring nodded. “Yes.”

I suppressed a growl. I did not like other people being inside my head. “Continue.”

The other demon shifted from foot to foot. “I… acquired some of the memories of your time together. I could… I could feel how much Father loved you, Mother. And I could feel your life up against mine. Killing you… It wouldn’t be right.”

The look in his eyes, and the feel of his thoughts, took me back to a time, long, long ago, when I was newborn. Before that, even. It wouldn’t be right. I remembered thinking the exact same thing. Something in me softened.

He was so very frightened. He had seen my mind. He knew how possessive I was when it came to Anita. He thought admitting he remembered my time with her would anger me. He hoped Anita might ask me to be merciful, but he was waiting for me to kill him.

I lifted his chin so that he met my gaze. “Do you have a name?” I asked softly.

He looked away. “Estries. I chose the name Estries.” His eyes flicked to his mother. “It means born of love.”

I smiled. “Estries. I like it.” I cupped his face in my hands. “I bet you’re hungry.”

*

Anita

Apparently demons could transfer power to each other. I hadn’t known that. One more item for my thesis.

And apparently it wasn’t a pleasant process. Estries whimpered. Saban released him, and he fell back, gasping. “Better?” Saban asked.

Estries nodded. “Thank you.” He frowned. “You didn’t really have any to spare.”

“That’s my business,” Saban said stiffly.

Estries looked away. “I’m sorry.”

Saban growled. “Stop doing that.”

Estries looked terrified. “I’m sorry! Doing what?”

Saban sighed. “Stop being so damn nervous. You’re my son. Show some backbone.”

Estries stared at Saban for a second. His back straightened, and he raised his head to look Saban in the eye.

Saban smiled. “That’s better.”

Master Evona entered the room. Belatedly, I realized I still wasn’t wearing any pants and tried to cover myself. The master wizard didn’t seem to notice. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but Marian said the birth was over, and I wanted to see the new arrival.” She looked thoughtfully at Estries. “Are you the new demon?”

Estries nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

Master Evona smiled, not bothering to conceal the avarice in her expression. “I’d like to examine you, if you don’t mind. No one has ever studied a newborn demon before.”

Estries smiled. “I don’t mind.”

“Good.” She looked from Estries to Saban. “I’m sure both of you need to feed. Young man, I have a volunteer waiting for you in my study. You can feed from him while I watch.”

Estries looked nervous. “Ok.”

Master Evona continued. “Saban, a apprentice wizard named Betania is curious about your methods. If you give her a demonstration, I’m sure she’d be more than willing to spare some magic.”

Saban frowned. “Is that alright with you, Anita?”

I frowned. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

Saban sighed. “No reason.”

“Good.” Master Evona said. “I’m glad that’s settled. Anita, I have had the servants prepare a bath for you in your rooms. Hot water is magical in and of itself. Saban, if you would be so kind as to carry Anita up there? Healer Marian says she shouldn’t be walking quite yet. Betania will meet you outside of Anita’s quarters.”

“Alright,” Saban said. He moved to pick me up.

I shied away. “Do you think maybe I could get my pants antalya merkez escort back first?”

*

Properly clothed once more, I reclined in Saban’s arms while he carried me up the stairs. Estries had gone off with Master Evona to feed and be studied. I was a bit annoyed I wasn’t the one doing this examination, but there would be plenty of time for me to do my own later.

One of the servants, a woman named Jenna, was waiting for us in my bathroom. “Master Evona says I’m to help you bathe.”

I smiled. “Thank you. Saban, just put me down near the tub. Then you can go get something to eat.”

Saban frowned. “Are you sure you don’t want me to help you undress?”

I shook my head. “I’ll be fine.”

“I’m not sure I want to leave you,” Saban said.

“If I need you, I’m sure Jenna will be willing to go get you,” I replied. “I’ll be fine. Go.” Saban went.

Getting undressed was a bit tricky, as was getting into the tub. Once I was in, though, the hot water felt amazing. I sighed in contentment. “I can do the rest myself, Jenna. You can go.”

She shook her head. “Master Evona said I’m suppose to stay with you, in case you need anything. But I can wait outside, if you’d like some privacy.”

I nodded. “Thank you.”

She left, and I settled back against the tub with a sigh. Gods, this felt amazing. Thank you, Master Evona. Time to relax after all that fuss was just what I needed.

So. I had a child now, of sorts. A son. Well, sort of a son. In their natural form, demons didn’t have genders, so he was technically neither male nor female. However, he seemed to prefer a male form, like Saban, so son seemed the best word to use.

I wondered a bit about why Saban had suddenly softened toward Estries. Maybe he was responding to my own feelings about our child. Saban loved me, after all.

He loved me. I still wasn’t sure how I felt about that. And now we had a child together. I wondered again if Saban would be satisfied with just my friendship and a place in my bed. If he wanted more, I couldn’t give it to him. I didn’t love him, and I never would.

I idly wondered what Saban was doing right now. Feeding, probably. For some reason, that bothered me. I wondered why.

*

Saban

I skipped the small talk with Betania. As soon as we reached her rooms, we got straight to business. Fortunately, she didn’t need much foreplay.

I ran a hand along Betania’s sweat slicked stomach, searching for her clit. When I found it, she screamed and pressed back against me. I could feel the bumps of her spine.

Betania seemed to be having the time of her life, and her magic flowed out of her in great waves, but I just couldn’t get into it. If I were human, I doubted I’d even have an erection. This was business, nothing more.

I thought of Anita. She hadn’t cared if I was with another woman. I sighed, and, almost mechanically, wormed my tentacles between Betania’s breasts and the wall to tweak her nipples.

I would never take Anita from behind like this. Not unless she requested it. I liked to see her face as she came, the way her eyes lit up like fireworks. With Betania, I couldn’t care less.

It had been over a year since I had fed from anyone besides Anita. Betania’s power just didn’t taste right to me. I took another big gulp of it anyways. Who knew when Anita would be recovered enough to feed me herself? I sighed again.

“Lift me up,” Betania gasped.

“Excuse me?” I said, jerked abruptly out of my musings.

“Lift me up. Into the air. I want to feel how strong you are,” Betania said.

I slid a tentacle under her ass and another one around her waist. Betania shuddered in passion as I lifted her, flipping her around so she faced me.

This wasn’t a bad idea. I could get a better angle on Betania’s pussy this way, and I now has sole control over our pacing. I could make her cum more quickly. The sooner this was over, the happier I’d be.

Distracted as I was, I almost missed Betania’s orgasm. I would have if she hadn’t been screaming so loudly. I lowered her to the floor, and, as soon as she could stand on her own, I stepped away.

Betania tugged on my hand. “Let’s just lie down on my bed for awhile.”

I pulled my hand free. “Once was enough for me.”

“I’m not talking about more sex. Don’t you cuddle at all?” Betania asked.

With Anita, there were few things I loved more than holding her close as her breathing slowly returned to normal. I liked it when she drifted off to sleep in my arms, and I could hold her all night. She didn’t let me do it often, so I treasured every time I’d woken up with her in my arms.

I materialized my clothes, and took as step toward the door. “I should go check on Anita.”

A gleam appeared in Betania’s eyes. “So it’s true.”

I frowned. “So what’s true?”

“That you love her. Everyone’s been speculating about it for months. There’s even a pool going among the apprentices.” Betania grinned. “I just won 18 silver.”

I growled. “You’ve been betting antalya otele gelen escort about my feelings for Anita?”

“Of course. The odds were 3 to 1 against, by the way. There’s also been some academic papers examining the evidence for and against. It’s all been just conjecture up until now, though.” Betania smiled. “And I get to be the one who gives proof. Does Anita know?”

I sighed. “As of five days ago.”

“I’m guessing from your sigh she doesn’t feel the same way,” Betania speculated.

I nodded. “You guess correctly.” Why was I telling this girl so much? My feelings were none of her business. Especially since she would probably publish a paper on them.

“Don’t worry. She’ll come around,” Betania said. “You’ll see.”

*

Anita

Marian came to check on me while I was still soaking in the tub. She looked me over, cast a healing spell, and pronounced me mostly recovered. “Just avoid vaginal penetration for a few days.”

I stayed in the tub until the water was cold, but, in the end, I had to get out. Once dried, I opened the door to my rooms.

Saban was waiting for me on my bed. Naked.

I looked him over. He looked yummy lounging on my bedspread, one hand idly stroking his erect cock. That was likely the effect he was going for. Unfortunately… “No.”

He gave me a soulful look. “Please?”

“You just fed,” I told him. “And I don’t have any power anyways.”

Saban shook his head. “That’s not what I’m after. Anita, I haven’t touched you properly in almost a week. For awhile, I thought I’d never get to touch you again. I want to be with you, to hold you, to enjoy the fact that you’re alive.”

“I can’t have sex. Healer’s orders,” I informed Saban.

Saban grinned. “About that. I met Marian just as she was leaving your rooms, so I asked for a detailed list of what you can and can’t do. Penetration is out, but everything else is fair game.”

And I’d run out of excuses. I ran my gaze up and down Saban’s body again. Gods, he was gorgeous. “Fine. But we do it my way.”

Saban rose, and bowed. “It will be as you command, mistress.”

We’d had sex on every flat surface in my rooms at one time or another, but, tonight, I wanted to use the bed, and Saban agreed with me. He held me close, kissing me deeply, and then gently lowered my head to the pillow. “Relax, and close your eyes.”

I closed my eyes. So, we were playing this game tonight. I’d had blindfolded sex with Saban a few times before. Once had been a time when he’d had the upper hand, and he’d forcibly covered my eyes. Remembering the feeling of being held down, not knowing what Saban would do to me next, I shivered.

I shivered again as Saban slowly caressed my neck with his tongue. Saban was right, it had been almost a week. Gods, that felt good. Long, slow strokes of Saban’s tongue gradually moved down my body, stopping at both nipples to nibble and suck before moving even lower down. I quivered as Saban passed my navel, infuriatingly slow, and moved further down, ever so gradually, before finally coming to rest on my…

I gasped and arched up against Saban as his tongue brushed my clit. Another slow, deliberate stroke moved across my entrance before moving back up to play with the little nub. Slow whorls around it teased me with their closeness before he flicked his tongue across it once more.

“Faster,” I gasped. “Pick up the pace, Saban.”

He chuckled, my clit still in his mouth, before raising his head. “Patience, love. I want to take my time.”

Another slow caress made warmth spread through my nether regions. As I had many, many times before I wondered about how Saban knew so much about oral sex. It took most men years to get this good.

“More,” I moaned.

Saban laughed, and shifted his attention back to my nipples. He sucked on each of them, taking his time in getting them nice and hard before nibbling on them gently and swirling his tongue around the tip.

“Back to my clit,” I ordered. “Now.”

Saban ignored me. Tentacles reached out to grip my wrists, ankles, and waist. One slid across my eyes, keeping them shut.

“You promised we’d do this my way,” I accused.

Saban paused in his work. “Next time, dear one. I promise. Just let me have this. Please.”

I sighed. “Alright.” It wasn’t as if I could stop him. I still had no magic, and, while the familiar bond remained as strong as ever, it wouldn’t give me control over Saban until he fed from me again.

“Thank you.” Saban went back to teasing my nipples.

He really was taking his time, building my arousal slowly but steadily as he worked over my body with his mouth. “I never thought I’d taste you like this again,” he murmured, lips brushing my clit. “You taste so good.”

“Then lick me faster,” I insisted, knowing he wouldn’t.

It felt strange to do this without any penetration. Any other time, by now Saban’s cock, or a tentacle, or at the very least his tongue would be buried deep within my flower, but Saban seemed content to follow the doctor’s orders.

Slowly, Saban picked up speed, going from long, deliberate strokes to short, swirling licks. He tended to both my nipples again, and, this time, when he left them, two tentacles stayed behind, working them masterfully. I gasped and moaned as the warm, tight feeling inside me increased, building until-

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Author’s Note: Well, I haven’t posted here in a while. Been busy, but that’s besides the point: I’m back. I bring with me the first installment of the main story to A Cat has Nine Wives. Be warned, this contains: Futanari, cum inflation to the extreme, lactation and a catgirl. You have been warned.

*****

A deep rumbling began beneath her. It was comforting in a way, the familiar vibrations she felt as the plane landed reminding her of those vacations she took with her parents. She turned, half expecting to see their smiling faces, but it wasn’t them; it was just a stranger. Michelle took a deep breath and steadied herself, both physically and mentally. She felt almost queasy, the anxiety that came with her return almost had her wishing she’d never boarded her flight, but it was too late now. Somewhat calm, she stood once the plane had completed its landing and walked down the aisle like everyone else, though she was fully conscious of the stares she received. Given the fairly small town they landed in, she wasn’t surprised people were shocked to see someone of her appearance there.

Michelle ignored the looks however and continued to make her way to baggage claim. She was used to them by now, having acclimated herself to such viewing during her time in England. Still, she felt a small blush of mild embarrassment, but also pride from her appearance, especially when she thought back to how she had looked just over three years ago. Michelle glanced at her reflection of a window, noting her full, pouting lips, dark rimmed eyes, long crimson hair and of course her body proper. When she had left, her breasts had looked to be large E or average F cups, if such a thing was possible, but now they were G going on H cups. Her ass was shapely and large, framed by her womanly hips, which in turn were accentuated by her slender waist. Of course this wasn’t even her proper appearance.

As she carried her luggage to the front of the airport, quickly hailing a taxi, Michelle let the memories of what had happened come over her. Three years ago, she had been shot, only to find a drug of somekind that may as well have been a miracle, as it had healed her wound. The gunman was caught, but it was later reported that he hanged himself before the police could get any information out of him. After that she had taken the rest of the drug and experienced a dramatic change in her appearance and sexual orientation. At first it was the greatest thing to happen to her: her breasts grew, as did her hips and ass, while she retained her toned physique. Then things got… weird. Accompanying the growth, came something straight from a Japanese Anime, as Michelle had grown a pair of cat ears and a cat tail, each with crimson fur to match her hair. This wasn’t too bad either at first.

As she reminisced the scenery passed by quickly, but her inhuman eyes caught almost every detail as if they went by in slow motion. The cat traits had come with perks besides her enhanced appearance, as she could now hear much better than ever before, see in total darkness, even smell the most slight scents, and that was in her ‘normal’ state. When she let her ears and tail out, she found her senses heightened even further, including her strength. Michelle glanced down at the pewter cross she had bought on a whim one day, while pewter was not the strongest of materials, it wasn’t exactly easy for humans to bend without machinery. Almost without thinking, Michelle began to deftly mould the cross into a ball, then change it back.

To any who heard this, they would think there were no downsides. And there weren’t, depending on your views. The changes had brought a massive boost to Michelle’s libido, and had also caused her to act on secret desires involving several women in her home town. Michelle was a lesbian, something she had known before the change, but had refused to completely accept for fear of further isolation at her school. With the drug, she hadn’t given a second thought to acting on her secret desires. Madison, a popular girl who had personally tormented Michelle during 9th and some of 10th grade, had been one of those desires. Even now, Michelle had to shake the thoughts from her mind to keep her arousal at bay.

Her desire hadn’t been limited to just those she had secret lust for. Michelle assumed her body was in a sort of constant heat, pumping out overwhelming pheromones mixed with a natural aphrodisiac or something. It was more or less only a theory, but one that she thought to be the most accurate. Those had come into play after her transformation, when she had expressed a desire to fuck her own mother, who was far from unwilling, however Michelle’s consciousness, thankfully, brought her back to reality before they went too far. Until she went to school that day.

With the sudden increase in her sexual appearance, Michelle was targeted by Madison and her posse. When they had cornered her in the girl’s bathroom, Michelle had been overwhelmed by the scent of so many women, all of which were unknowingly exuding their unknown desire for sex, though ankara otele gelen escort this was mostly normal for teenagers. To cut a long story short, Michelle’s lust had taken complete control, which resulted in a threesome with Madison and Amanda, Madison’s second in command, both of which expressed submissive behaviour after the act. Thinking about this led Michelle’s mind to her other secret, one that was a good deal harder to hide than her ears and tail, since those at least retracted into her body when she wanted them to. After passing out from a series of merciless orgasms, Michelle had woken to find she had a new growth.

Even now, as she was driven into the town she had grown up in, her cock gave a twitch at the memory. Michelle was a futanari, a term used by the Japanese in favouritism over hermaphrodite. Her pussy remained, but was often blocked by her now cantaloupe sized balls, the scrotum that held them always taut around the orbs. Her cock was currently ten inches when flaccid, big enough that she had to keep it tied to her thigh, since she couldn’t press it between her thighs due to her balls. When it had first grown, Michelle’s cock was only eight inches with balls just a touch smaller than softballs, but like the rest of her, they had grown over the years. Thankfully, Michelle had grown accustomed to the new appendage and even enjoyed having it.

A feeling of constriction around her cock brought her attention back to reality. Michelle quickly filled her mind with unarousing thoughts, her cock already struggling against its restraints as it grew to a foot in length. Thankfully, the thoughts of old nuns being tortured by the devil quickly diminished any sense of arousal. She breathed a sigh of relief, and let her mind focus on the buildings passing by. It almost brought a tear to her eye, seeing so many buildings she recognised, rather than the unknown streets of English towns and cities. It’s good to be back, she thought, though the sense of worry was hard to displace.

It was understandable. In the three years she had spent in England, she had hardly ventured outside of the home she had rented in the countryside. She had made roughly six trips into a large city, and each time she had been paranoid about any woman she came across, her eyes alert for any sign that they were aroused by her. The first time, she had been onset by at least a dozen women, all in their late teens or early twenties, clearly in their prime, and each one practically followed Michelle like a pack of puppies. Fortunately, Michelle had been able to escape before things could escalate. The next few times she had been able to spend a few hours in public before her pheromones took effect, and the last one had seen no incidents, though that had been during the Christmas holidays, when most were with families. Still, the tests had paid off and she felt somewhat confident that she could control herself.

Even then that control was fragile. Michelle’s libido was off the charts, to the point where she actually needed to masturbate multiple times a day, at least if she wanted to go out in public. The first time had been a day when she had refused to get herself off, and the potency of her pheromones was far greater than the other times, something she proved on another occasion that had very nearly resulted in her losing control. A shudder ran through Michelle at the thought, though whether it was one of pleasure or terror was impossible to determine, even for her. The taxi came to halt, the driver slamming on the breaks suddenly, jolting Michelle from her mind. Seeing that she was at her destination, she paid and departed.

Michelle had chosen to rent an apartment. She knew she had plenty of money, enough to possibly even buy a nice house, but she didn’t want a permanent residence in case things went south, as they had done before. The building was possibly the largest in the town, besides the distant mall that was little more than a glorified Walmart. Michelle entered and was about to head towards the elevators, but, upon seeing it was carrying several people, about half of which were attractive women, she made a bee-line for the stairs. Her luggage was light, in that she only had a small suitcase and a backpack, but they were filled the to breakpoint with clothes, one set for her normal state, and the others for when she transformed. Michelle walked easily up the stairs, resisting the urge to jump between each flight in case someone happened to see.

Her apartment was on the second highest floor. Even without the luggage, most people wouldn’t dream of climbing so many stairs, but to Michelle she may as well have been taking a brief walk through the park. Upon reaching her floor, Michelle opened the stairwell door and was met by a strangely familiar face. This didn’t matter to her, as she immediately averted her eyes, having noticed the attractive appearance of the woman.

“Sorry about that.” She mumbled and stood aside, letting the women walked through.

“Don’t worry about it, thanks.” ankara rus escort The stranger said in parting. As they walked down, Michelle looked after them, thinking that the voice was familiar as well, but she couldn’t quite place it. Shrugging she continued and made her way to her new, if temporary, home. It was well kept, despite her being the first resident. The carpeted floor was clear of any dirt and mould, the walls were painted a plain white with hooks around the place for pictures. A tv stand even sat in the centre room opposite a small couch. In the bedroom there was a neatly done bed, the sheets, covers and pillow cases all plain white like the walls. The fridge was stocked already as well, though only with a small bottle of milk and some food.

You really get your money’s worth here, Michelle thought as she went about familiarising herself with the layout. She made sure to keep the scent in mind, her nose as effective as any other means to tell if there had been an intruder. The only thing lacking was a chest of drawers for her clothes, but given that she had anticipated having to buy a couch, bed and the drawers, it was only a mild nuisance, though it did mean she had to go outside. Her stomach also growled, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten since midway through her flight. She took a deep breath and steeled herself, mentally telling herself she could handle this at least.

Feeling somewhat prepared, she decided to head out. It was only three in the afternoon on Thursday, so she was certain most stores would be open. Michelle used the stairs again, having heard several people crowding around it on her floor. As with earlier, she was met by the familiar stranger upon opening the door.

“Hello again.” They greeted her, to which Michelle only smiled nervously and nodded; the voice really was familiar, “Don’t see many people using the stairs around her, heading to the gym?”

“There’s a gym here?” Michelle asked, surprise overwhelming her briefly, causing her to look up.

“Yeah, it’s on the third floor. Got a swimming pool and everything… are you alright?” She asked, seeing Michelle staring at her.

“Huh? Oh, um, yeah, yes. I’m fine… um, I’ve gotta go.” Michelle excused herself and lightly pushed past the woman, rushing down the stairs. She was gorgeous: full, pouting lips coated in glossy red lipstick. Her eyes were framed by thick lashes and almost seemed to smoulder with sensuality. Her skin was smooth and flawless. Michelle had glanced down briefly during the short conversation, and she clearly remembered the large, round breasts staining against the woman’s shirt, with a slim waist emphasising her bust and shapely hips. Michelle stopped and looked up catching sight of the woman’s rear, seeing it peaking beneath her short skirt to reveal the lacy thong she wore. Michelle felt her cock throb with desire at the sight.

Thankfully, she had practised such occasions in England. She would look at beautiful women in magazines or on the internet, but, when she felt herself growing aroused, she would immediately turn all thoughts to old women, wrinkled and grey, nothing attractive about them. If her cock was actually reaching erection, she would think of gory movies like Hostel or Evil Dead. To her eternal relief, the work had paid off and she was mostly able to quell her arousal with such thoughts. With her mind clear and her penis still, Michelle continued to walk down the stairs, setting a brisk pace to make sure her mind didn’t wander. It wasn’t long before she was heading back out into the streets.

Michelle was familiar with the town’s layout, her frequent jogs during school holidays or on weekends giving her a near instinctive knowledge of the best routes to take. As such she headed in the direction of the nearest furniture store, a place that was small, as were most other stores in the town, but her mother had frequented the shop and the furniture they offered was comfortable and long lasting, even given their affordable prices. Michelle kept her mind focused on her goals for the outing; purchase a chest of drawers for her apartment, and get something to eat. She used to have a focused mind when it came to clear goals, even if they were small, and now was no exception. Attractive women passed her by, even bumping into her, but Michelle’s attention was on her prospective purchase. Not long after hailing an employee, she had bought what she wanted.

Michelle told them to hold onto it for now, saying that she would be back in an hour or so. Most of the employees were men, so she felt at ease talking to them, having found very quickly that her pheromones didn’t affect the male gender. They were eager to help her in any they could, given her just below average height of five foot five, and of course her G cup breasts didn’t hurt either. It almost made Michelle giddy thinking about how easily swayed men were, all because she had a nice body. She wandered around the town for a little while, eyeing various takeaway places and diners, until her gaze fell on a antakya escort new restaurant. At least, one that hadn’t been there when she had left.

It was only slightly larger than a diner, but the design was distinctly that of a restaurant. It seemed to have families in mind for the most part, as Michelle could see various tv sets playing children shows. It was also family owned, clearly something that played a part in the layout. Michelle took a sniff of the air and her mouth was soon watering, smelling the scent of grilled fish above all others. As she walked in, she caught sight of a sign saying they were looking for a new waiter or waitress. Well, I might need the extra cash, and it might be a good way to preoccupy myself, Michelle thought and made a mental note to hand in her résumé tomorrow. She also remembered that she actually needed to make and print out a résumé.

She took a seat secluded in the back and browsed the menu. Michelle’s eyes immediately caught the fish related meals, she soon called over a waiter and ordered a grilled salmon with a large glass of fresh milk. I really am a stereotypical catgirl, Michelle thought and chuckled under her breath, finding the thought mildly amusing. She was somewhat thankful to her new taste in food, as it had served to keep her spending down, since she had lived fairly close to the ocean, roughly a thirty minute run at full force. And so, with her superhuman body, she was able to hunt fish fairly easily. Milk came as a kindness from a couple of farms nearby, the people who owned them elderly and eager for a helping hand.

Despite her diet of fish and milk, Michelle’s body worked as great as ever. Her food expenses were rarely an issue, only when she was unable to catch enough fish or the cows were sick or something did she have to purchase a meal. Not only that, but after she moved to England she found someone who made fake Ids, perfect ones at that, to the point where even banks couldn’t find the difference. Granted, the id alone had cost Michelle twenty thousand British pounds, which roughly came to thirty thousand American dollars, but it was worth it, as she was able to set up a bank account and earn interest. The house she had rented was rundown and no one was willing to buy it, due to the cost of fixing it up, but Michelle only wanted a place secluded and in liveable condition. As such she didn’t spend much on rent.

Water was a mute point as she didn’t drink much and her body didn’t seem to require maintenance. Her skin remained flawless, her hair smooth as silk, and her odour akin to flowers. Though she did have to pay a handsome sum to get internet where she lived, but it wasn’t much in the grand scheme of things. After that however, she only had pay a few hundred every month, which was earned back in interest with profit as well. Of course, it wasn’t enough to totally survive on for when she returned to the states, even if it was only for a year, so she would do extra work for the owners of nearby farms to earn a bit of extra money. It had all paid off and now she was set up for a very long time, even if she didn’t get a job.

Her food was delivered quickly. The scent had her mouth watering yet again and she promptly dug in, practically moaning at the taste of something cooked so well, rather than the haphazard job she had done for the last three years, though the food had tasted fine either way. However, this meal had actual flavour to it beside the fish, which added greatly to the experience. Even the side of salad that came with it was a welcome change of pace.

“How was it?” The waiter asked as he came to clear up her dishes.

“Delicious. I haven’t eaten anything like that in a long time.” Michelle said, practically purring as she stretched. The waiter smiled and handed her the bill, which she quickly paid for and left a nice tip. Definitely gonna work here, Michelle thought as she left, patting her full stomach contently. She returned to the furniture store and picked up the chest of drawers. They asked if she needed any help, to which she replied that she didn’t, stating it wasn’t that heavy and she lived nearby. They almost looked disappointed that she didn’t need the help, but didn’t push the matter.

Back her apartment she placed the drawers at the foot of the bed. The bedroom was small, though not unpleasantly so, rather it was cosy, even if the bed and drawers dominated almost the entire space. The place she had rented had lacked a proper bed, any mattresses that laid around were old and far from comfortable, however Michelle found it easy enough to sleep on the floor, so long as she had something to shield her from the cold, at least during the Winter. Now, she was laying on the bed, under the sheets and purring in delight. Her ears and tails popped out as her body grew to full size.

It was a lot like stretching. At first the feeling had been somewhat uncomfortable, but now she actually enjoyed it. Her tail swished around under the covers, the feeling of the fabric on her fur was one Michelle enjoyed. As she turned to lay on her stomach, she felt weariness overwhelm her, having been so anxious about today that she had completely forgotten about the jet lag, but now it came back with a vengeance. In moments she was curled up and beginning to breathe deeply. Not long after that she was embraced in the welcoming arms of sleep.

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Ass

Content Note: This retro/future SciFi teaser is for the 2024 750 Word Project. Beneath this line are exactly 750 words.

Captain Scarlett appeared on twenty billion video screens across Earth, Mars, Venus, Luna, and all orbital colonies. Ruggedly handsome with square jaw and dark wavy hair, his good looks were topped off with a dark five day beard. One could see the scar on his right cheek under the beard if you looked close enough. His Western Alliance Navy uniform was pressed perfectly, and the patch on his right eye matched his uniform. He lost that eye when he was taken prisoner at the Battle of Venus Prime.

“Today we honor the hero that not only saved Mars, but drove back the Eastern Bloc’s military buildup…” said the announcer as Ray Clark, President of Mars, stepped up to pin a medal on Navy Captain Alan B. Scarlett. Suddenly, the screen changed from the presentation ceremony to a live concert.

“Hey! I was watching that!” complained Marine Colonel Pandora Vermillion.

“You were standing right there next to me; you got the same medals I did.” bahçelievler escort Alan pointed to the two Spaceman’s Medal of Gallantry medals that floated gently in their stateroom, orbiting a squeeze bottle of wine. Alan and Pandora were on a slow boat back to Earth and the Martian government gave the couple the honeymoon suite for the trip for their heroic mission that saved all the Martian colonies.

“All of your Berserkers got the medal, that was amazing,” murmured Pandora, her naked flesh rubbed against his as they floated in the Zero G bed. “Usually only the commander gets an award that prestigious, and the troops get lesser awards.”

“Well… when your uncle is president of Mars…”

“President Clark is your uncle?”

“I told you that at our wedding, great uncle, he is my grandfather’s brother.”

“That was years ago, you never mentioned it since.” Alan doesn’t talk about his family much. They were killed when Alan was a teenager. Eastern Bloc commandos attacked the colony of Bradbury Canal and blew a hole in the wall, killing ankara escort dozens, including his family. Uncle Roy took him in until he traveled to Earth to attend the Western Alliance Naval Academy.

Pandora Vermillion was born on Luna Alpha 5, a large residential colony on the moon. She was a bit of a troublemaker, and her father convinced her to join the Marine Corps. Pandora was slim, athletic, and the sexiest woman that Alan had ever seen. Milk white skin, crimson hair, emerald eyes, and a tiny pixie like nose with a splattering of freckles.

Now they were heading for a new adventure, retirement. They found the perfect house on earth. Now it was time to rest and heal after the most demanding mission ever flown by man, the Asimov Plan.

Alan pulled his little jar head tight and kissed the back of her neck, her brilliant red locks floating in a French braid. She turned in his arms and whispered the first thing she ever said to him at the base gym on the day they met. “If you catch me, you can fuck me.” Then, with a waggle of her red eyebrows, she maltepe escort planted her tiny foot in his stomach and kicked off.

This time he was quick, and he grabbed her ankle before she drifted off, but her momentum pulled him out of the bed and they were drifting slowly across the suite, playfully wrestling, and soon he pulled her into a 69. 69 is the best sex position in zero G if you don’t have cushioned walls with Velcro straps. She fought and kicked, but the moment his tongue touched her clit, she surrendered to the pleasure her husband of eight years coaxed from her.

As his tongue playfully danced on her clit, her lips traveled up and down his cock, driving him crazy with pleasure. They clung to each other, carrying each other to heaven as Mars shrank in their porthole.

“Come on Popeye,” Pandora said to her sailor. “I want you in me.”

Alan grinned. They’ve had more sex in the last six weeks than they had throughout their marriage. Alan strapped himself to the cushioned wall and said, “come here Honeybug.” He pulled her onto his cock, and she sank on it with a lusty growl. They worked this out eight years ago. She planted her feet on the wall and pushed away while he grabbed her hips and pulled her onto his cock. Their cries of pleasure filled the honeymoon suite as the passenger liner carried the tired soldiers to their first permanent home.

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Bukkake

It started with a text message, he has a smart mouth and we enjoyed the banter, at times it came close to the mark, but that’s what life is all about. Both adults, well I only speak for myself on that one, discussing everything and anything.

After a while it was obvious that we both fancied each other, the text messages were more explicit, more raunchy and I found myself longing for the next message. I was checking my phone throughout the day, damn this man has got under my skin.

And so it began, my man was coming to see me one Saturday in August. Finally I was going to see the guy that got me overheated so easily.

I was nervous but excited at the same time. What if he arrived and didn’t like me. Oh god that would be so embarrassing.

I got up early, did I feel sick or was it excitement? God knows, I got in the shower, washed my hair and using my favourite shower gel I washed my skin to within an inch of its life. Shaved my legs and pussy, all tidy for my man.

Wrapping a towel around me I proceeded to dry my hair, yeah it was looking nice. Next, cream body. I love the one I’m using at the moment and it left my body silky smooth and smelling divine.

Makeup done, not too much just the normal mascara and lipstick, red I think that always looks sexy. Now what to wear, oh my god do I dress up, do I wear nothing but a robe, decisions decisions. I opted for a very pretty purple and black silky slip. It hugged my full figure showing off my ample breasts and my sexy tummy and bum. There…. Done.

Now I wait, what if he doesn’t turn up, what if he looks at me and gets back in the car…..

My stomach is in turmoil… why for god’s sake we’ve been texting for so long, we get on fine. For god’s sake he’s just a bloke. Yeah but not any bloke.

For the umpteenth time I checked to make sure I looked alright, damn, perfume, I forgot perfume, finding my favourite I sprayed it everywhere.

Oh god I hear a car amasya escort pull up, there’s no turning back now. I went out to meet him. He’s everything I dreamt of, tall and oh so handsome. Then he spoke. My gorgeous man from Devon has a Midlands accent, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. His voice made me melt.

He came towards me, his arm went around me pulling me in close he kissed me. Oh dear god yes please.

We walk indoors. I offer coffee but he only drinks cold drinks, that’s cool, weird, but cool. I take his hand and lead him to the bedroom.

My body is on fire, his touch is insane, his kisses, my god his kisses are the best ever.

I lay on the bed and watch as he strips his clothes off, leaving them on the floor. He lies next to me, his beautiful brown eyes penetrate my mind. He is completely in control. I am mesmerised as his hand moves over my body, my silk slip is pulled up as his hand reaches my pussy.

I’m so wet, he looks at me, his eyebrow rises and he smiles.

Dirty girl, he whispers, god if only he knew what was going on in my mind, dirty doesn’t come close. His fingers stroking the lips of my pussy, his mouth over mine, I feel the heat rising inside. Then as his fingers penetrate my wet cunt I moan and wriggle in sheer delight, pushing my hips up as his fingers do their magic.

I moan loudly as he pumps faster, his hand goes over my mouth

Shh little one.

I can’t breathe but he doesn’t remove his hand from my mouth. I look at him pleading to let me breathe, his smile, that beautiful smile, then and only then does he remove his hand. I gasp for air before he places his lips over mine kissing me passionately, I lose myself in his presence.

He moves himself from the bed and stands beside me, his right knee on the bed, his huge cock in front of my face. I hold the shaft gently, licking the top with my hungry mouth, all the while his fingers are pushing in and out anadolu yakası escort of my soaking cunt. I feel the volcano deep inside starting to erupt. I try to hold off, concentrating on sucking his huge cock. He tastes delicious. I move my mouth up and down the shaft, I listen as his breathing changes, at the same time the volcano deep inside decides to erupt. A stream of hot lava is released, my pussy squelches as he moves his fingers.

I increase the pressure by holding the shaft tight as I suck, he pulls away as the hot seed is released from his cock, landing in my mouth, my face and my hair. Oh my god there is so much of it. He climbs over me and lies beside me kissing me passionately. Always the joker, our banter starts like two crazy teenagers.

Eventually we make our way to the bathroom to shower. This beautiful man washes my body gently, then he tells me to bend over so he can wash my arse and pussy. Oh how naive am I as I feel his hands on my hips and his huge cock entering me from behind. He pumps hard and fast before spilling his seed. I feel it dripping away as I turn to kiss him.

We dry ourselves in big blue towels, kissing and talking.

He dresses and after four hours, he leaves the house promising yo let me know when he gets back to Devon,

My pussy ached and felt swollen, filled with delicious hot cum.. I fell for this guy, hook line and sinker. Everything about him is perfect. He is so handsome, funny and extremely sexy, I can’t wait for the next time.

Several weeks passed and we had the opportunity to meet again. I gave him the address and waited in anticipation for him to arrive.

When the knock came on the door, I was like a child in a sweet shop, standing there was my man with the beautiful brown eyes and the sexiest smile ever. He came in and we sat in the living room discussing this and nothing in particular.

He pulled me towards him, kissing me and anamur escort wrapping his arms around me. I felt like I was needed for the first time in a long time.

How can you possibly fall in love with a guy you’ve only met once before. I know we face-time each other most nights, but this man has literally stolen my heart.

We eventually went upstairs, my room was the first on the left. He threw the pillow on the floor, undressed and laid there waiting for me. I only had a white t-shirt on with a lacy black thong, so it didn’t take long to get naked. I climbed on the bed and leant over him kissing those beautiful soft lips. He pulled me on top of him grabbing my arse in the process.

Rolling me onto my back his hand quickly started with my pussy, his strong fingers pushing inside my very wet cunt. His brown eyes watched me as he brought me to orgasm. Before I could get my breath back he was on top of me and sliding deep inside. He pounded pussy bringing her to heights she could only dream of.

My moans got louder and my breathing shallow, he put his arm over my throat pushing down hard.

I looked at him, he knew I couldn’t breathe but he didn’t move his arm away, the feeling of drifting away was clear in my head.

Panic did you, he said grinning at me.

You bastard no not at all.

He knew I was lying but I’m damned if I was going to admit that.

He pulled my arse towards him, holding my legs high as he continued to give pussy every thing he had.

The bedstead was banging against the wall, I desperately tried to put my hand up to stop it, Too late, he was pushing harder, faster until I felt the hot seed swimming up through my soaking pussy.

He laid there totally spent, regaining his breath back to some normality. He held me in his arms, telling me what a good girl I was, kissing my forehead. I truly felt like a girl. Our bodies in a sea of sweat, this is heaven I thought.

After a while he said he had to get back, his work is an early start.

Our usual shower routine took place, he washed my back as he did before. Finally drying in a pink fluffy towel..

As he left I felt like I was missing him already. My gorgeous man with the brown eyes and oh so sexy voice.

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Daddy

When my Mom asked me if I could spend the day with my Gran, I wasn’t expecting to wander around the local shopping mall for hours, but that’s precisely what we did, and surprisingly, I enjoyed it.

Because I was with Gran, we went into shops I would never usually visit. One place I tried was a ‘nail bar’. This isn’t a hardware store where you buy nails; it’s a place run by Asian women who provide excellent manicures. Gran had said she wanted a manicure, so I decided to get one, too.

I laughed as I said, “Now we possess the nails of a King and Queen; should Charles and Camilla lunch?”

“Sounds like a great idea,” Gran replied. “What about a pizza or a curry?”

“I think I’ll try that place over there.” I pointed at the ‘Umami’ sign above a curved glass cabinet, where they displayed a fantastic array of cooked and chilled Japanese foods.

“I’ve never tried Japanese before; is it nice?” Gran asked.

“You should try the Teriyaki chicken with edamame beans; I think you’ll like that.”

After we finished lunch, we visited Gran’s favourite bookstore. She bought one of the ‘chick-lit’ books she liked so much, and I splashed out on a sports magazine. As we came out of the bookstore, I noticed a pop-up stand selling massage chairs and other gadgets displayed along a waist-high table.

“This looks interesting, Gran. Do you fancy a free massage?”

“If it’s free, I’ll try it.”

“Good afternoon, folks,” said a well-dressed young woman. “How would you like to try our M2000 massage chair?” She pointed at the over-padded ‘Lazyboy ‘-style chair to the rear of the long table. Gran agreed to the offer of a trial session, then disappeared with the woman for her free massage.

While Gran test-drove the M2000, I looked at the smaller gadgets on display to fill in my time. One of the gadgets was called a Fascia Gun; it was the shape of a pistol with a thick grip and ‘barrel’. As I picked it up from the table, another young woman appeared by my side and explained how the gun worked.

“Many athletes use the Fascia gun between games to relax muscles. Fascia refers to the connective tissue in the motor system and the tough outer membrane that wraps around organs.”

The woman had been well trained in the technical side of the Fascia gun but obviously not in customer service. She continued with her explanation, oblivious that I wasn’t listening. She finished by saying, “… Therefore, the fascia gun is ideal for people who work out or exercise regularly.”

When I asked the woman how much the gun was, she told me the price, including the seven separate attachments. The primary attachment looked like a black golf ball, and the others were all shapes and sizes for various types of massage. I decided to buy the gun and paid for it before my Gran returned from the M2000 chair challenge.

“You should try that,” Gran pointed over her shoulder at the chair.

After I dropped Gran at her place, I went straight home. I was due to meet an old school friend for drinks. We’d reconnected on Facebook via a friend of a friend.

Ashley had been in the same class as me in high school, but it had been many years since I’d seen or spoken with her. Our last class photo highlighted Ashley’s beauty as a teenager. However, she was now in her early thirties, so I had no idea how much she’d changed.

When I arrived at the pub, I recognised Ashley immediately and waved hello across the heads of other patrons. Her face was the same as the photo in my apartment, but her body had undoubtedly changed. She used to be a size six, but I guessed she was now a size sixteen or more. A true ‘BBW’, a Big Beautiful Woman.

“Hi, Ashley,” I said, leaning closer and kissing her cheek.

“Hey, Jason,” she replied. “Long time no see.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s great to see you again, Ash…” I found it a little challenging to keep up the conversation for a moment; I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was gorgeous.

“I know I look different than when we were in school, Jase,” she began tentatively, “But it’s still me under all this blubber.”

I could see she was about to cry, so I put my arm around her shoulder and said, “I know you’re still you, Ash, and you are just as beautiful as you were when I had a crush on you all those years ago.”

In between dry sobs, Ashley replied, “Thanks.”

“Do you like wine?”

“I do, but I’m trying to avoid things that make me gain weight.”

“OK then, how about a G and T without the G?”

She smiled. “What’s that?”

“It’s a gin and tonic without the gin,” I laughed. “Hey, can you grab that table over there, Ash, and I’ll order drinks.” I pointed toward the table, then at the bar, to avoid shouting.

Ashley’s emotions seemed to be back in check when I returned. I placed the drinks on the table and then gently took her hand. “Would you like me to help you lose weight?”

“Sure, but how could you help?” she asked, sounding close to tears again.

“If nothing else, I could be your exercise partner. You know, walking, running, gym sessions. Whatever you amasya escort need.”

“You’d do that for me, Jason?”

“Of course, I would. And, don’t forget, I’d get fit again, too.” I took a sip of my drink and grinned. Ashley’s face broke out in a smile for the first time since I’d waved at her from the door.

After two drinks, we were chatting like old friends, enjoying one another’s company. I asked Ashley how serious she was about losing weight and when she wanted to start training.

“I’m dead serious. Is tomorrow too early to start?”

“There’s no time like the present. What time do you start and finish work?”

“I work Monday to Friday in the office block across the road from our old school. I begin at 8.30 and finish at 5.00.”

“What sort of work do you do?”

“I’m a website developer, so I spend most of my time sitting at a desk.”

“How long have you worked there?”

“Since I left school,” she said. “I sit behind that desk all day, making websites for people who think that’s the answer to all their business woes.”

“We’re going to reverse your overweight situation, but it will take time, Ashley. We’ll get you slim again and firing on all cylinders. Agreed?”

“That would be great. What have you in mind?”

“I hope you’re prepared for this, Ash?”

“It’s made my life miserable since I left school, so I’m ready to do whatever it takes.”

“OK. I’ll be at your place at six thirty tomorrow morning. Wear your tracksuit and some decent flat shoes; we’ll walk at least three miles every day before you go to work. Cut out bread entirely from your diet, and only eat a green salad for lunch until further notice ─ cornflakes or fruit for breakfast and lean meat and vegetables for dinner. When you finish work, I’ll be at your place by 5.30; same clothes, tracksuit and flat shoes. Sound OK so far?”

“Wow,” was all that Ashley could say in reply. “I’ll see you in the morning then.”

At six thirty on the dot the following day, I arrived at Ashley’s apartment. The door opened as I was about to knock, and she stood there in a tracksuit and Nike trainers.

We followed the fitness regime we’d agreed to for the next week. On Saturday, we took a break by only walking five miles after a rice salad lunch. Following the walk, I asked Ashley how she felt. Her answer was simple, “I’m sore all over.”

“I have something that can help with that.”

“You’re not suggesting we stop, are you?”

“No, definitely not,” I replied. “If anything, we should increase the exercise starting Monday.”

“What do you have that can help?”

“A Fascia Gun.”

Ashley looked a little worried, then grinned. “You’re not going to shoot me, are you?”

“No,” I laughed. “The Fascia Gun is for massaging sore muscles and giving them respite from hard exercise.”

“Oh,” she said.

“If you’re interested, we could meet at your place – or mine – and I can give you a massage… so you’re ready to exercise again on Monday. What do you think?”

“I’d appreciate that, Jason. “

“What about I come over to your place at six? We can use the floor in your lounge if you don’t have a massage table. You got plenty of towels?”

“Yeah, heaps,” Ashley said, looking a little shy and embarrassed.

I arrived at Ashley’s house just before six. Something told me I’d missed something, an unsaid message. It might be due to Ashley’s sudden shyness and embarrassment earlier, so I’d need to figure out how to ask the right questions and listen carefully to the answers.

When I entered Ashley’s apartment, I noticed the huge fluffy towel in the centre of the lounge floor with a pillow at one end.

“Looking good,” I said, pointing at the towel.

Dressed in a grey tracksuit, Ashley said, “I’m a bit nervous, Jason. What would you like me to do?”

“There’s no need to be nervous, Ash. I will only massage your sore muscles and prepare you for more exercise.”

“I know,” she whispered. “It’s just… well, you’re the only man I’ve ever invited into my apartment.”

“Really?” I felt that the missing link was about to show itself.

“Yes,” she said. “I’ve had nothing to do with boys since school.”

“Have you ever, you know, been with a man?”

“No.”

“What, never?”

“Never.”

“So, are you… “

“Yes. I’m a virgin.”

“Well, that’s unusual in this day and age, Ashley, but it’s not something to be ashamed of or embarrassed about. If anything, you should be proud of your status.”

“I know.” A tear rolled down her cheek. “It’s not that I haven’t wanted to be with a man; it’s all down to losing my confidence as my weight increased. Then it escalated from there.”

“I can see how that could knock your confidence, Ashley,” I held her hand and encouraged her to kneel beside the towel. “We can catch up on the past after I begin the massage.” She moved from kneeling to lying face down on the towel.

“I want you to relax while I get the Fascia Gun from my bag, Ashley.” She put her arms above her head, rolled left and right, anadolu yakası escort and pushed her stomach and hips into the towel.

“OK. Ready when you are,” Ashley replied.

After retrieving the Fascia Gun, I placed it on the towel and knelt beside Ashley with my hand resting palm down in the centre of her back. I tried to make my voice sound as calm as possible. “What I’ll do, Ash, with you fully clothed, is gently rub your neck, back, arms and legs; I’ll do the same areas again with the Fascia Gun, then get you to turn over onto your back, where I’ll do the same again.”

Ashley giggled nervously. “Sounds good. I think.”

As I started the massage, Ashley began to squirm. I tried not to laugh when I said, “If I get too close to any sensitive areas, you know, areas you don’t want me to touch, just tell me. I’ll move somewhere else that doesn’t make you squirm. OK?”

“I trust you, Jase.”

“Good.”

I began massaging Ashley’s neck and shoulders, and from there, I went down each arm until I rubbed her fingers from wrist to fingertips and then back again. When I moved my fingers across her back, they caught in her bra strap through her tracksuit top.

“Wait a minute, please, Jason, you can’t do this properly with me in all these clothes.” Ashley elbowed her way up, then grasped the waist area of her tracksuit top and pulled it up and above her head. She sat in her bra, with rolls of flesh overflowing the waistband of her tracksuit pants.

After Ashley stood, she pushed her thumbs into her waistband and pulled her track pants towards her feet. She had already kicked off the slippers she wore following her shower. She looked self-conscious, standing in a bra and panties and nothing else. I noticed her nipples poking through the lace latticework of her bra. Ashley’s breasts were huge. I’m not good at guessing size, but I’d say at least 38DD.

“Are you sure you want to lose weight, Ashley?”

For a second, I’m sure she thought I was being callous. Regardless, she said, “What do you mean?”

“Well, I think you look beautiful the way you are, whether you think you’re overweight or not.” I don’t think she knew what to say or how to react, so she just smiled shyly and said nothing. I asked her to lie on the towel and began massaging her again.

Again, I started at her neck and shoulders, rubbing gently in circles across her chest, around the edge of her bra and down her stomach. When I reached her panty line, Ashley’s breathing quickened.

Moving to the opposite end of the towel, I held her foot high enough to massage it from sole to ankle. After doing the same with her other foot, I went from the bottom of her calves to the top of her thighs, stopping just short of her panties.

By now, Ashley was not only squirming from side to side; she was virtually humping the towel and so excited. I wondered what she would be like when I started massaging with the Fascia Gun.

When I’d discovered that Ashley was a virgin, I decided tonight would be strictly massage and nothing further. I did not want to frighten her. However, this didn’t mean that Ashley couldn’t have an orgasm or two while I prepared her for more exercise.

“Roll over onto your stomach again, Ash. I’ll start the Fascia Gun, go over the same areas, and relax your entire aching body. You ready for this?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

After depressing the trigger at the rear of the gun, I felt a deep vibration through my hand and arm. The pulse became more profound as I touched Ashley’s shoulders with the black ‘golf ball’ attachment and gradually moved down her body.

Ashley was now making noises that sounded like a satisfied kitten. She was trying to keep her moans to a minimum by putting her hand over her mouth, but as I moved upward from her calves to her inner thighs, I could tell she was close to orgasm. When I ‘accidentally’ touched the sensitive area between her anus and vagina with the vibrating head of the Fascia Gun, she exhaled like she’d just completed an hour’s gym.

When she stopped shaking, I asked her to turn over onto her back again so I could continue. I worked the Fascia Gun across her breasts, around her nipples and down her stomach, and then when the golf ball touched just above her vagina, it was like lighting the blue touch paper on a firework. The hand came away from her mouth, and she gave a controlled squeal.

“That was wonderful, Jason,” Ashley said after the Fascia Gun ceased to vibrate. “How did you discover this way to massage?”

I laughed out loud. “I learned about the gun while my Gran was getting a freebie massage on the M2000 automatic massage chair at the shopping mall.”

“Well, thank your Gran from me.”

“I will. So, are you ready for more exercise now?”

“I am.”

“In that case, I’ll meet you here at midday tomorrow. We’ll only walk once tomorrow, five miles, and then a shower at my place, followed by another massage.”

Sunday at midday, I opened the door and invited Ashley in. She wore the same Nike trainers, anamur escort but a different tracksuit to the one from Saturday.

“You ready, Ash?”

“I am,” she grinned. “Last night’s massage removed all the aches and pains from this week’s exercise, so I’m raring to go.”

“Good. Let’s go then.” I stepped out into the hallway and held the door aside for Ashley to join me.

We kept a good pace for the entire five miles and were drenched in sweat when we finished. I suggested I use the shower first; then, I could prepare the room for her massage while she was showering. Ashley agreed, and that’s what happened.

While Ashley showered, I made the room tranquil by using soft lighting and added the smell of lavender and the gentle hum of calming music in the background. I wanted the massage to go well and set the scene carefully to help me take things to a new level. I knew that coaxing Ashley’s muscles into surrendering their resistance would help me achieve my goal of making love to this BBW virgin.

“Lie on this towel, Ashley, like you did at your place.”

Now that Ashley knew the procedure, she had already removed everything except her bra and panties. She lay full-length, head on the pillow I’d placed at one end of the towel.

“Put your arms by your sides this time and relax while I massage. First with my hands and then the Fascia treatment.”

Ashley shuddered as she attempted to relax. She was obviously nervous but looking forward to what had happened the previous evening.

With long sweeping strokes to warm up the muscles, I gradually intensified the pressure, slowly identifying the areas of particular soreness and accumulated fatigue. I used the oil I had bought specially for the occasion, for kneading and stroking Ashley’s muscles into submission.

“How’s that, Ashley?”

“Great. I can’t wait for you to begin the Fascia treatment.” She turned her head on the pillow, snuggled down and gave another shudder, moving her butt from side to side.

I completed the hand massage at the panty line. When I reached the top of Ashley’s thighs, I was about to say, ‘Are you ready for the Fascia?’ when I noticed the dark tufts of hair poking from Ashley’s panties.

“Have you ever considered shaving down here, Ashley?”

“I have, but I kept putting it off, and, of course, it just kept growing. No boys were in my life, so I just left it to grow.”

“What about when you go swimming?”

“I’ve never been swimming, “she admitted. “With my overweight situation, I dropped all sport and recreation.” Once again, she sounded as though tears were close to the surface.

“How would you like me to shave you?”

“No… I’d be far too embarrassed,”

“Nobody here. It’s just you and me, and I won’t tell anyone. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”

“Well… “

“You’ll be perfectly safe; I do this daily for myself. My chin is like a baby’s bottom.” Ashley started laughing as I rubbed circles on my chin. “I have a safety razor in the bathroom and plenty of sweet-smelling shave foam. What do you think?”

Ashley blushed scarlet and then whispered, “OK.”

I put the Fascia Gun to one side for later, grabbed a spare towel and covered Ashley while I went to the bathroom. “Take off your Panties, Ash, and stay warm.”

When I returned with a large bowl of warm water, a razor and shaving foam, Ashley lay as quiet as a mouse with the towel tucked under her chin.

“You ready?” I asked.

There was a tentative “Yes” from Ashley. She sighed, then pulled the towel to one side to show she had removed not just her panties but her bra, too.

I knew it would probably make things easier if I sounded confident. “I want you to lie back and relax, Ash.”

Despite my request, Ashley instantly tensed, grasping the towel in her fists. “Open your legs wider so I can safely shave around your vagina and backside.”

Making gentle razor strokes from where the pubic hairs grew in profusion above Ashley’s vagina, I slowly approached her butt. To ensure there was no chance of nicking her with the razor’s edge, I reduced the length of my strokes the closer I got to her outer pussy lips.

I became more aroused with each razor stroke, and the more strokes I made, the more pubic hair disappeared. Ashley continued to fidget from side to side, no matter how careful I was. She was now making low guttural noises with each stroke. Her vagina shone pink and was beautifully smooth. The outer lips folded inwards and almost entirely hid the inner lips and clitoral hood.

I spread more foam on my fingers and covered the entire pussy a second time. I wiped my fingers on the towel, pushed my first and second fingers against the outer lips, and opened them like the petals of a rose. Placing the razor to one side momentarily, I gently rubbed the nub of her clitoris, and the effect was immediate. Ashley grasped more of the towel in her fists and raised her ample backside from the towel.

After putting my hand into the still-warm water, I washed away the remaining foam from her vagina and butt and inspected the entire area. She was now perfectly smooth, and her skin shone where I rubbed in the scented oil I’d used when massaging. I went from her shapely buttocks down the crack of her ass and back to her clitoris, making tiny circles the whole way with my fingers.

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Losing My Anal Virginity To Nichole

This is a transcript of my experience with Nichole that occurred in June, 2023. The last time I had seen Nichole in person I had given several of her shemale friends each a blowjob (which we all loved) but more importantly, Nichole had revealed to me that she wanted to have anal sex with me. And as I resisted she had introduced me to using a butt plug for her (which was a profound experience for me).

Nichole had instructed me to wear the butt plug every single day and wear it longer and longer each successive day. The butt plug got me sexually aroused so I did not mind. I had learned to wear the butt plug for four hours straight with no problem. And although I was still unwilling to allow Nichole to fuck me, I DID think about it as Nichole instructed. Every time I felt that filled up feeling from the butt plug deep inside of me I mentally thought, “this is what Nichole’s cock is going to feel like when I finally let her fuck me.” And Nichole strengthened this by routinely texting me, telling me to put my butt plug in and asking me,

“Matt, how does that butt plug feel inside you?”

And I would respond,

“Nichole, I love this feeling of your cock inside me.””

And one day in June Nichole texted me (AND Latisha) this message,

“Matt, I want you to wear your butt plug for 2 straight hours, three times a day every single day for a full week. And while you are doing this, I do not want you to cum at all, even once. I texted Latisha too as she will be watching you closely to ensure that you do not cum all week long. Trust me, it will be worth the effort.”

And Latisha DID watch me closely and I did NOT cum (although I would have if I could have gotten away from Latisha long enough). And after a week of having a butt plug inside of me maintaining my sexual arousal through anal penetration and NOT being allowed to cum, I was VERY horny.

That was when Nichole had me and Latisha come over to her house promising a surprise for me. I was thrilled as Nichole had promised to buy me more butt plugs and an anal dildo. Before we were about to leave Latisha got a text and I got a text at the same time. The text was the same and instructed Latisha to put my butt plug inside me right before we went to Nichole’s place. This thrilled Latisha and since Nichole had asked, I let Latisha put the plug inside me. Then we went to Nichole’s.

When we reached Nichole’s, Nichole asked me right off if I was willing to let her fuck me. I told her I was still unwilling to do so. Nichole responded, “That is what I figured you would say so I got you a bigger butt plug and a dildo. Matt, another use for butt plugs is preparation for anal sex. We WILL have anal sex so I am going to get you used to it now. Latisha, show him what you brought.”

Latisha reached into her purse and pulled out her strap-on harness and a realistic dildo of hers which I recognized (it was almost 2 inches wide and a little more than 6 1/2 inches long). She put the harness on quite quickly and attached the dildo so it hung down from her body like a real cock.

Nichole went on, “Matt, you may not be ready for actual real anal sex but you will soon want to try to see what the feeling of actual anal penetration feels like. You will train for this further by allowing Latisha to fuck you with her strap-on dildos. If you are aroused by the feeling of the butt plug deep inside of you then you will like Latisha’s cock inside you even more. Hold on…”

As Nichole went into another room Latisha stood behind me, rubbed her cock between my crotch and said, “Matty, I can’t wait to fuck that tight ass!!” I had mixed feelings and said nothing. Nichole came back with a big bag and some baby oil and some lotion and a towel. Nichole took a new butt plug out of the bag which WAS larger, roughly 61/2 inches insertable and 2 1/2 inches thick. Nichole ordered me to drop my pants and underwear. Nichole said, “Take the butt plug you have in out. We will have you try this larger butt plug. We must train you to use larger butt plugs to prepare you for the strap-on dildo that Latisha will soon use on you.”

I slid the butt plug out and Nichole oiled the larger butt plug up and slowly and gently slid it inside me. It took several attempts but Nichole finally slid it fully inside of me! The effect of the larger butt plug was electrifying! The sexual arousal was more significant from the very start! It was so huge inside of me!

Nichole noticed this right away so took advantage of my arousal to explain. “Matt, there are many reasons for using successively larger butt plugs on you. You are turned on I can tell (and I WAS actually more turned on by the larger size). Since you are not yet willing to let me fuck you… you need a little help accepting the idea. Consistently increasing the size of the butt plugs you will be wearing will mentally condition you from physically being a sexual penetrator to physically being a sexual receiver. Very rarely do you experience altınova escort any sexual satisfaction with us shemales but soon your sexual satisfaction will be derived from strap-on dildos and my cock instead. And when it does, the increasing sizes of the butt plugs will assist in accommodating larger size cocks. So it is important that we use larger butt plugs to cause your erogenous zone to shift from your cock to your ass. Why don’t you walk around a little before I explain another reason why we will be using larger butt plugs on you.”

I said nothing but walked around as Nichole asked of me. The feeling of the larger plug inside me felt amazing. All I could think of was, “Oh my god this feels so hot… it feels like there is a huge cock inside me! Nichole is right! The larger size of this butt plug is turning me on more!”

Nichole knew exactly what I felt and said, “Does the larger size of this butt plug result in a stronger sexual arousal?” I responded, “Yes.” It feels like a large cock inside you doesn’t it, Matt,” she asked. “Yes,” I answered again. “That is what I hoped for Matt.”

She explained, “See, don’t be scared by this but using larger and larger butt plugs on you will result in a gentle feminization of your sexuality. The more you use the plugs and the larger plugs you use, the more aware you will become of being sexually aroused by being anally penetrated. This will result in you eventually becoming accustomed to the feeling of a cock inside you like a girl. This gradual feminization of your sexual awareness will eventually result in a strong desire to be actively anally penetrated.”

Nichole paused and Latisha watched and I said nothing as I felt the huge butt plug inside of me and wondered if Nichole was right after all. So she went on.

“I know you do not believe this but, especially with how I tell you to masturbate with the dildo I will give you, the more you continue to use the butt plugs, the longer you use them each day, and the bigger butt plugs you use, the more you will like the feeling of your ass filled up by a cock-shaped object. Trust me Matt, there will come a day where you will CRAVE the feeling of a cock in your ass!”

“But I do not want to be fucked like a girl,” was all I could manage to blurt out.

“Don’t worry Matt… you will still like girls just like you do now. You will just learn to appreciate what it is like to feel like a girl sexually. In fact, eventually, when you allow me to fuck you regularly you may even cum like a girl too just from being fucked. But in between then and the time when you first allow me to fuck you, you will experience another feeling which girls feel. You will not allow me to fuck you and wearing the butt plugs arouses you but you will not be able to cum from either yet. Your inability to cum from being fucked will develop in you a hot, lusty, frustrated feeling which we girls get when we cannot get laid. But don’t worry about that now. Just feel that big cock-shaped plug inside you for now.”

For about 45 minutes we talked and drank as Nichole talked about how enjoyable anal sex can be and Latisha listened and constantly stroked her big strap-on dildo and smiled at me. And when someone needed a fresh drink, I was always asked to get up and go to the kitchen and get the drink so I could further experience the feeling of the butt plug inside me. I will confess the feeling of being anally penetrated made me quite horny.

Finally Nichole announced, “You look really horny Matt. Why put off ’til tomorrow what we can accomplish today, right? Why don’t you go into the bathroom, take the butt plug out for now, go to the bathroom and shower so you are completely clean. I have something else to show you.” Latisha just smiled her silly sly smile while holding her strap-on dildo in her hand. So I did what Nichole asked, went to the bathroom, gently slid the new butt plug out of me, went to the bathroom, then showered and cleaned the plug and myself thoroughly. When I re-entered the room, Nichole now had two dildos with her, one of medium thickness and another of larger thickness. Nichole told me, “Matt, these are for you to masturbate with. You will soon find out that you like anal sex and you will be glad I gave these to you. I will show you how you should use them. From now on, when you jerk off, I want you to use these dildos at the same time. Here, come with me into the other bathroom.”

Clad only in a towel, I followed Nichole who carried the two dildos into the other bathroom and Latisha, still sporting her strap-on dildo, followed me. Nichole asked me to kneel on the linoleum facing the bathtub so my kneecaps were flush against the side of the tub. Then she asked me to spread my legs a little wider and slowly sit down until my ass was completely against the tiles between my spread out legs with my calves fully on the ground. Nichole gave me a little push forward to ensure my knees were directly pressed against the tub then she stood back and eye-balled my position for a few altıparmak escort seconds. Then she licked the suction cup of the smaller dildo and firmly pressed the suction cup end of the dildo directly to the linoleum 12 inches to the right of my butt so the dildo now stood straight up in the air like a hard cock. Then Nichole said, “Okay! That looks good! Let’s get that cock hard Matt! Stand up and lose the towel!”

As Nichole took a bottle of baby oil off of the bathroom counter and unscrewed the top, I dropped my towel. Nichole got on her knees and started to suck my soft cock with her wonderful lips. As I got harder and harder she took a generous amount of baby oil and spread it all over the dildo stuck on the tile stopping her impromptu blowjob only long enough to say, “Make sure that you use plenty of lube on your dildo.” Then she went back to work sucking my cock.

But when my cock reached its fully hard state Nichole stopped blowing me and stood up, placed a little baby oil in my hand and ordered me to start slowly stroking my cock as if I were jerking off. This I did despite my confusion. Nichole sat down on the floor near the tub and to the right of the dildo stuck to the tile and watched for a little then said, “Good! Now, I want to see you straddle this dildo so when you are stroking your cock you are also riding this cock inside you. Get down on your knees again, one knee on each side of the dildo and the dildo behind you. I knelt as she asked me to with her help. Then Nichole advised me, “Okay, hold onto the side of the tub with one of your hands for leverage.” This I did. “Now, reach behind you with your other free hand and find your dildo.” This I did. “Position the head of your dildo so it is under your ass and hold the head steady as you position your body until the head of the dildo is pressing against your asshole at a comfortable angle.” This took a little bit of time but I told her I was ready after about 20 seconds. “Now, just slowly lower your body onto the dildo a little tiny bit then rise back up off of the dildo. Then lower your body onto the dildo once again but lower yourself a tiny bit more so the dildo goes a tiny bit deeper then rise fully off of the dildo again. And keep repeating this process slowly going deeper and deeper each time.” And I did it! Going slowly and with Nichole’s help and encouragement I got all 6 inches of the dildo inside of me. Soon Nichole had me riding on the dildo as I was stroking my cock. The feeling of a cock sliding in and out of me which I was controlling was thrilling. Still, Nichole made me stop the experience and stand up before I came.

Nichole, while looking at me, handed the baby oil to Latisha (who was now standing) as she said, “Matt, now you know how to masturbate with the dildos and I expect you to try jerking off with these dildos inside of you when you cum as often as you can now. You seemed to enjoy it. Now bend over the bathroom counter and spread your legs a little wider.” As Nichole was stilled clothed I figured she was not planning on fucking me but I still asked, “Why?”

Nichole grabbed my hand, pulled me to the counter, turned me around to face the counter, and gently but forcefully bent me over at the waist until my right ear and right cheek were against the marble of the bathroom counter. She leaned in close to me holding her right hand firmly on the middle of my back and whispered in my ear, “Matt, you learned that riding a dildo is not too bad of an experience. But you should feel what it is like to be fucked too. It is Latisha’s turn now so relax.”

I felt another hand also pressing on my back to hold me down further and another hand spreading my ass wider as I felt a dildo pressing against my ass while I heard Latisha exclaim, “Matt, it is time to learn what it feels like to be fucked by a cock!”

I was a little scared as I felt Latisha’s cock slide a little bit inside of me, slide a little bit out, then slide even deeper. It took Latisha no more than 20 seconds to get all of her dildo inside of me as I gasped! Then she started to slowly stroke it in and out of me. It stung a tiny bit and felt weird but as Nichole continued to encourage me to relax and try to enjoy the feeling, and Latisha continued to stroke the full 6 1/2 inches of her dildo slowly in and out of me, the pain went away, and the feeling became almost enjoyable until I was surprised to realize that my cock had begun to swell!

I felt both of Latisha’s hand’s now move to my ass cheeks as she moaned a pleasing, “mmmmmmm,” sound. As she stroked in and out of me she would, every now and then make a moaning sound of pleasure like ‘ahhhh’ or ‘uhhhmmmmm’ or ‘ohhhh yeah’. I was still kind of shocked that I was being fucked in the ass by a cock-shaped object and it did not feel terrible. Occasionally, I too would let out an ‘ohhh’ sound when I felt a little uncomfortable but this was not too often. Suddenly Latisha changed rhythm and, worked the whole cock inside me in one swift stroke as deep as she could amasra escort and she would moan with each deep fuck she gave me. I knew she was getting turned on when she began to increase her speed a little. Then she pulled her dildo out of me, put one of her legs up on the counter to gain leverage, put her dildo back inside me and fucked me some more. After a minute she stopped, pulled out of me again and stated, “I need to fuck that ass even better. Lie on the floor on your back with your legs in the air.” This I tentatively did but when I was on my back, Latisha lowered her whole body over me, entered me once again and started to fuck me quicker. Then she started to stroke my hard cock with a free hand teasing me, “you like my cock inside you don’t you, Matty!” I was beginning to realize that I was getting very aroused and felt like I might cum soon so when Nichole approached Latisha from behind, touched her shoulder, then whispered something in Latisha’s ear which caused Latisha to not only stop fucking me but to pull out of me altogether and stand up, I was disappointed and somewhat shocked.

Nichole took my hand and helped me up and the three of us left the bathroom and went to the living room. I sat on the couch and Nichole sat on my right. Latisha sat in one of the chairs. As I sat there naked, totally hard, and so horny, in desperate need of cumming, and somewhat confused, I became further confused as Nichole began to remove all of her clothing revealing her glorious, semi-hard cock. Once fully nude Nichole turned to face me, widened her legs, and sat down on her calves while holding up her body from behind by placing her hands against the armrest. Her semi-hard cock was directly beneath my face when she said, “You have done very well so far today Matt with the dildos and the strap-on. You deserve a treat. So I am going to let you suck my cock. But as you are sucking my cock I want you to be constantly thinking of how a cock inside your ass now arouses you,” and Nichole slipped one of her butt plugs inside me. The plug she used was only a little over 2 inches thick but it was 7 inches of insertable length and every moment after it was in me I felt it deep inside of me. It made me aroused. It made me want to cum so badly. It made me think of cock every time I felt it. So as soon as it was in me, I felt I needed Nichole’s cock in my mouth and in my throat! I bent over her and swallowed as much of her cock as I could right away!

Now, my memory of what happened next was somewhat disjointed. The only reason that I am able to delineate my experience in such detail is because, later that night I found out that Latisha, in typical fashion, had filmed all of the action with her cell phone. The rest of this story is based on the video she shot that night.

As you know by now I love sucking Nichole’s beautiful cock and am pretty adept at deepthroating so I went right to work sucking 6 inches of her hard cock in and out of my throat as Nichole knelt completely stationary before me. The only sound that anyone heard was the noise the opening of my throat made each time I took Nichole’s cock slightly into my throat:

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After about 45 seconds of this I decided I was ready so on the next up-stroke, I took a deep breath and slowly swallowed 6 inches of Nichole’s now fully hard cock into my mouth. Then I pushed and forced her cock even deeper until every inch of Nichole’s 8 inch cock was in my throat. The first three inches of Nichole’s 2 inch thick cock had now passed the opening of my throat. The feeling of her thick cock stretching my throat from the inside was so amazing that I stopped and left Nichole’s cock fully in my throat for a few seconds as I marveled at the feeling.

Nichole must have loved the feeling as well because, when I finally bobbed off of her cock, she no longer remained stationary but rocked her body back and forth so her cock slid in and out of my throat at a fast pace. Nichole was getting turned on so when she said, “Suck that cock, Baby,” I got down on my stomach and looked up as she began to face-fuck me at a reasonable but constant rate without stopping. This non-stop face-cucking caused the typical deepthroat sounds but also caused me to gag occasionally and drip saliva onto the couch cushion when I gasped for a breath.

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Right then Nichole said to me, “Good boy,” then she whispered something else to me which I did not understand due to the deepthroat sounds I was making. It was only when Latisha and I watched her cellphone video for the first time later that night when we realized that Nichole had told me, “Good Boy. I am going to fill your ass with this big cock just like I am filling your mouth!”

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It was raining cats and dogs that morning. And it was Sunday.

Michelle was walking with her slippers on the side of the road to reach the bus station and go to the college.

Sunday and college in the same phrase was already sounding bad enough, but was raining hard and it was 4am.

Buses on Sunday didn’t make all the runs as while the week, and she couldn’t be late for the meeting with her professor.

The umbrella in a hand, the plastic bag with her shoes to change in the other, and her feet completely wet because of stepping in the puddles.

“What else could go wrong today” she was thinking in her mind.

Surprisingly, but not that much, at the bus station, the display was saying that her bus to the city was delayed 15 mins because of the weather.

It was dark and she was alone there and kinda scared by the look of a couple of guys looking at her like wolves look at the sheep they’re going to eat.

Minding her business, but suspiciously looking around, she waited for the bus, that when finally arrived, made her release a deep sigh of relief.

The bus was almost empty. Sunday was off day for most of the people and usually for her too.

The night before she almost forgot she had to go college in early morning, and she went meeting her girl friends and stayed up till late, so she was feeling really tired and still sleepy.

Good thing it would have took almost two hours to reach Manila and she could have take a nap on the bus.

The two ugly guys at the bus station, fortunately didn’t take her bus.

Walking thru the seats, she said hello to a man that previously had been in her mansion to makeover mom and dad’s master bedroom toilet.

He had been always a kind man. Many times, during the weekdays, he used to keep a seat for her when the bus was crowded.

She remembered the first time she met him. It was another bad day ad this man let her sit on his place when he noticed the bandages and gauze on her knee.

Since that day, they used to travel to the city many times sitting side by side and sometimes nicely talking about this and that.

Ronald was a 52yo man, married and with 6 kids.

He lived in a squatter area and struggling to bring food to his family, he used to have also a few bad business. People around, were saying he wasn’t the good man he was assuming to be, but Michelle didn’t feel scared of him. Not even once. He never did anything bad to her and had always been kind.

He was sort of ‘rough’ and always smelling like cigarettes, but that wasn’t bothering Michelle, who also was secretly smoking, since 15, when she was ‘out with the girls’ to feel more like a real woman.

She looked at the back of the bus and smiled when she saw that the last row was all for her. The bus’ lights were off and she could finally take a nap and just wake up at the bus terminal.

It didn’t take long time before Michelle fall asleep deeply with her head laying against the window.

She didn’t notice at all Ronald peeking at her time to time, and also didn’t notice at all when he transferred from his seat to the one right beside her. She was just sleeping too deep.

Michelle was such an unripe juicy fruit to Ronald. Back in the days when he was working in her house, many times he saw her roaming around just with panties and bra from a room to another. But she was just a couple of years older than his daughter and that seemed to him so not right.

Just, that morning, when she passed by his seat, the smell of her perfume pervaded his mind, and made him horny.

Just two women and another guy on the bus, all in the first rows of the bus.

He was right in the middle and Michelle in the last one.

He found himself a few times peeking at her and stroking his dick thru the pants thinking about how good should have been feeling her mouth on it.

What made him step up and move to her, he didn’t really know at the moment, but when her perfume stroked again his mind, it was like he couldn’t see clear anymore.

The feel of a rough hand on her legs was what Michelle felt. She was feeling this hand caressing her thigh on the side. Many times she had erotic dreams about her and classmates doing things. Many times before it felt so real, but when she woke up, nothing really happened. It was just a dream.

Ronald hand was moving on her legs slowly. Moving up a little her skirt.

Her skin was so soft and she was smelling so good. His head was side bent smelling her black long hair.

What woke Michelle from the dream, was the familiar smell of cigarettes coming from the breath of Ronald. In that moment she knew it wasn’t a dream and the feeling between her legs was making her feel so good.

He wasn’t definitely handsome, but interesting. A big man, just a little older than her father, curly hair and black beard. Strong and rough.

Her daddy’s issues were hitting her bad and she definitely liked to be touched by a man.

Michelle never had any experiences before. Her college schoolmate were all looking so alanya escort immature, also those last year guys.

In the dark hours at home, she used to watch porn vids with girls having sex with daddy’s type of men. Her friends were always joking on her about these daddy’s issues, but was sort of true, since her father was always abroad for work’s related problems and she never had a real father figure since she was a baby girl.

She kept faking she was sleeping, till his hand reached the edge of her panties. She felt like a warm wave passing thru all her body and automatically opened her legs. Her body was like doing everything by itself.

She was feeling ashamed, sort of abused, but at the same time the situation was exciting her and the Hello Kitty on her panties soaked wet, was the proof that she liked what was happening… a lot.

Was that the moment when Ronald’s finger passed the edge and touched her wet pussy. Ronald was happily surprised and started touch her, while Michelle breath was getting deeper and longer, almost moaning.

“Do you like it?” he whispered in her ear.

Michelle, slowly moving her head towards him, opened her eyes and nodded.

Ronald, looking straight in her eyes, removed his finger from her panties and licked it clean from her juice.

That warm shiver she felt before, became stronger seeing him doing that.

It was something she saw before in those porn videos online, but never in her fantasies, she thought a man would have done that for her.

Her panties were getting wetter. She didn’t know what was happening. Michelle’s mind was confused. Her strict education was always fighting with her naughty way to be. She was “a natural” as her friends used to say, but something like that never happened before. She was a rich girl and that man was probably the lowest possible class man she ever had met before.

She could feel the warm smelly breath of Ronald on her neck’s skin. He turned to her, using his left hand fingers to play her pussy thru the wet panties. Meanwhile, with his right hand, he unzipped his jeans and started stroke his hard cock.

Fortunately, because of the dark, nobody was noticing this young girl bending back her neck for pleasure on the last row of the bus. Her breath was deep, wheezing and seeing him jerking for her, with her, was making her excited more.

“Suck me” whispered Ronald.

Michelle didn’t want believe her ears. She tried to fake she didn’t hear him say that. They were on a bus and she was scared to be seen a make a sin that would have been ruining her ‘good family girl reputation’.

“Suck me now” he said again in a rude way.

A little feeling of fear made Michelle bend down on Ronald’s dick.

The acrid smell of urine pervaded her nostrils. She was slowly opening her mouth and taking out her tongue out to taste him, when he pushed down her head and she felt like choking as big as he was in her mouth.

His right hand on her head was giving the rhythm of the blowjob and Michelle could feel his breath getting faster and deeper with time, until…

Ronald squirted a huge amount of cum in her mouth.

Michelle, gagging and coughing attracted the attention of the two women in the front seats.

“Is she ok?” asked to Ronald one of the two.

“She just didn’t digest her breakfast” answered him trying to take away the attention of those two nosy ladies.

Her puke mixed with his cum, messed the whole floor in the bus.

Michelle’s eyes were reddish as she’d cried and she was still feeling nauseating for what just happened.

In her mind, she was just hoping for the bus to reach the terminal, so she could have just leave and forget what just happened, even she liked it somehow.

Sitting still beside Ronald at that point, was like being a prisoner. She knew that unless he was leaving the bus at the terminal, she wouldn’t have been able to move away from him. What she didn’t know, was that it wasn’t over.

“Look how good you are” said Ronald showing her his cellphone.

Michelle was seeing herself sucking his dick on the screen the cellphone.

“If you don’t want me to show this to your mom and dad, from now on, you’re going to be my sex toy”.

Those words whispered by Ronald, were like a knife in her back. Aside of choking and puking when he did cum in her throat, she liked what happened. Why doing that to her?

She couldn’t say anyone about it. She couldn’t scream or anything. Who knows what he should have done if only she tried to react against that.

All those rumors about him, shouldn’t be all lies. Once she heard at the market a man saying that he was the guy who killed another man just because of a cheeky compliment to his daughter.

She remembered about that episode. The guy was found dead and with his dick cut and inside his mouth.

“See you tomorrow Michelle” were the words he used to greet her when they reached the bus terminal in the city.

What happened that morning on the bus bothered Michelle the alsancak escort whole day.

She wasn’t really sure she would have take again the bus the morning after, but another part of her, the same night, found herself masturbating in her bed thinking about what happened in the bus.

That morning, the bus was on time. At 6.15 o’clock, she was already stepping inside the but and walking in the aisle between dozen of seats full of people sleeping or chit chatting between each other.

Ronald was sit already in the last row and the seat on the window side was empty for her.

Lights were down, he was there and it would have take almost a couple of hours before reach the city. The only difference from the day before, was that the bus was kinda crowded and probably nothing should have happened.

Ronald was acting like nothing happened the day before. Talking to her like many times before happened when, like that day, they used to ride the same bus going to the city, her to go school and him to go work.

Michelle, thinking that would have been safer, had put her school backpack over her legs.

She was telling him about the movie she had been watching the night before with her mom and about some scandalous scenes in it, that her mother didn’t want her to see, when she suddenly felt the hand of Ronald pass thru the backpack, under her skirt and moving up her leg as it happened before.

“Sir please…” she whispered blushing.

“You’re my sex toy, remember?” he whispered back.

The risk of being caught, his fingers touching her again, was making her excited once more, like it happened the night before in the bed while she was masturbating and thinking of him.

His fingers moving sapiently inside her panties, were making her shiver and want to moan, and it was really hard for her to keep a decent look in the middle of all those people around them in the bus.

He was playing with her. Bringing her to the edge of the orgasm and stopping, to start again when he was able to feel her breath get calmer.

The edging game seemed Michelle like never-ending. She came like a river just a few minutes before reach the bus terminal.

Walking down the bus, her legs were still shaking and being in the last row, while they were waiting for all the people to go down, Michelle felt Ronald getting really closer to her. Taking advantage of being the last two falling in line, he pulled up her skirt and pushed his boner to hit her ass.

“One of these days I wanna fuck you” whispered in her ears.

Michelle just nodded, like in a hypnotic status, meanwhile her pussy was dripping her panties due to the previous orgasm.

“See you tomorrow Michelle” greeted her again Ronald, while she was running to the Jeepney stop to not get late for her lessons.

Days were passing by like that. Everyday the same bus, the same window seat and Ronald secretly touching her during the journey to the city.

Michelle, for her part, when he was bringing the jacket in the rainy days, started to jerk him off while he was touching her pussy.

It was Sunday. Right two weeks later, after their first time in the bus, when Michelle woke up really early.

“Where are you going on Sunday” asked her the mother.

“I need to meet my professor for my sociology assignment mom” answered Michelle while wearing shoes.

There was no school for her and no work for Ronald on that Sunday.

They just agreed to meet and finally go further in their so called relationship.

If people would have known about that, probably the adjectives would have been corrupt, rotten, depraved.

A 52yo man and a barely legal 18yo student.

But, aside the first time, when he threatened her with the video on his cellphone, anything happened in the last few weeks, was something Michelle liked and wanted more.

She had been thinking about it. Most of her friends already had lose their virginity with schoolmates, probably in a dirty toilet at the college.

For her, an hotel room was waiting for that moment and with an experienced man.

What happened on the bus, or better say what didn’t happen on the bus, made Michelle feel strange.

She was expecting him to touch her as usual. She didn’t wear panties on purpose and she was ready to suck his dick like happened before. She had been watching videos on her laptop and read how to swallow his cum without puking.

He woke her up once at the bus terminal.

“Let’s go. We’ll take a taxi” said Ronald.

She followed like a puppet, but bothered for his behavior on the bus.

“Maybe he just want to fuck at the hotel” was her thought.

Things got hotter in the taxi.

While they were just sitting and talking, Ronald had his hand on her leg, caressing, when he noticed the taxi driver peeking at them from the inside mirror.

“What are you looking at, huh?” said in a rude way Ronald to the guy.

“Do you like her?” he kept on saying.

Michelle was feeling embarrassed about the situation.

Nobody altınordu escort knew her well in the city, but the taxi driver was really looking at her insistently and she was feeling so shy.

“No sir. I would never allow myself to like your daughter” replied the taxi driver.

“She’s not my daughter. She’s my sex toy” replied Ronald with a naughty grin on his face, starting touching her breast thru the shirt.

Michelle’s cheeks got red from the embarrassment of his words, but on the other side, he was finally touching her and that what she wanted since stepping inside the bus that morning.

She pulled her head back while he started to unbutton her shirt and starting play her nipples. Also she opened her legs a little and holding his wrist, made him feel she wasn’t’ wearing panties.

“Look ahead and drive” Ronald said.

The taxi stopped when they arrived at the motel.

“It’s 300 pesos Sir” said the driver.

“Do you accept special payments?” asked Ronald.

“What do you mean Sir?” asked the driver.

“I’ve seen you peeking her tiny boobs while you were driving. Do you want to touch it and lick her nipples as payment?”

Michelle was surprised by Ronald’s words. Almost shocked.

“Daddy please…” muttered.

She started call him “daddy” a few days after their first time and Ronald was really aroused by that.

“Shut up” yelled her back.

Nodding, the taxi driver moved to the underground parking of the motel and once stopped, moved to the back seat with them.

Michelle, was in between two men.

The taxi driver started touching and sucking her nipples, meanwhile Ronald was touching her between the legs.

Never in her wildest dream she would have thought that something like that could happen in the real life.

Her nipples were hard as rocks and a little sore.

“Ouch” she said a couple of times while the taxi driver was biting her.

But the feelings were all good. Her slutty side was unleashing right that morning.

“Touch his dick” whispered Ronald in her ear.

Surprising the driver, Michelle unzipped his trousers and pulled out his hard dick and started with slow movements up and down.

Compared to Ronald, he was really small and it didn’t take long for him to come, messing his pants and her hand.

Looking straight in the eyes of Ronald, Michelle licked clean her fingers and kissed him deeply, sharing the taxi driver taste.

“Get the fuck out now” said Ronald to the guy.

They stepped down and went straight to the motel’s reception, where a young guy, that should have had almost the same age of Michelle, gave them a key and took Ronald’s money without even look them back.

Arrived in the room, Ronald took out from his small backpack a box and handed it to her. “Here. This is a gift for you”.

Michelle, surprised, started opened the cardboard box and remove the paper and the plastic which were covering an 8″ pink rabbit dildo.

“Is this really mine daddy?” asked her with a big smile on her face.

He nodded back, but then again, with an enthusiastic voice she said “but daddy I’m virgin still how…”

He didn’t even let her finish the phrase. Pulled her against him and started kissing her.

His beard was tickling her face and that was the real first kiss he was giving her. Could she consider herself like his lover? His mistress?

Her romantic dream, fastly ended when he pulled up her skirt revealing her freshly shaved pussy.

That morning, Michelle woke up really early to get ready. While showering she looked down and decided that she would have look like those pornstars in the videos. Completely shaved. Clean and good to lick for “her man”.

“You little slut. You really got ready for my dick” exclaimed Ronald.

And in less than a second she found herself thrown on the bed, with him licking her between the legs and fingering her ass.

His callous finger penetrating her small hole was giving her pain and pleasure. But Ronald knew the moves. His tongue playing her clit and his finger digging her deep in the ass were making Michelle feel like in heaven.

She didn’t need to keep silent anymore. She was moaning and without even understanding what she was saying, was desperately begging him for more.

“Fuck me, I’m ready” were the words she pronounced right before she felt a piercing feeling in her pussy when he entered her without any precaution.

She was wet from her fluids and his saliva, but she was still virgin and the big tool of Ronald, made her feel like wrecked.

She started screaming, moaning, crying all together. All of a sudden.

But he wasn’t listening and she couldn’t move away.

She just was under him. Getting hit roughly and harder the more he was moving inside her. That wasn’t definitely the way she was dreaming her first time. But that was it.

She was biting her lips to try to feel less pain, meanwhile he was groaning in her ears and pushing his hard dick deeper than he could.

Suddenly he jumped out and moved right beside her face.

Michelle could see Ronald’s dick wet and dirty of her blood, right before he took her head and pushed it inside her mouth.

Fucking her mouth, and giving her again that feeling of gagging, Ronald came in her mouth like a river.

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