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Emma was reading through the books and notes she had taken the liberty of keeping from the mansion. Magic from textbooks seldom had the same feel as the personal notes from someone trying to do something strange. She also wanted to know just what happened and make sure she understood it.

While she was reading, Liddy walked by her room to find the door open. She stopped.

Cat had tried to call Liddy but saw she was obviously distracted, when she looked in the door she realised why.

Mari had the fairy on her back holding her by the breasts as they went to their room only to find Cat and Liddy there staring through the open door. They joined them and appreciated just what had them so distracted.

“Damn,” Blaze muttered when she looked to see what everyone was staring at.

Emma rolled over to see everyone through the door who had been staring at her. She realised she had meant to change and got distracted after stripping to lay on her bed naked while reading. That they had been admiring her bum as she shifted positions to read from the books in front of her. It really surprised her, she was so used to being able to sense when someone’s eyes were on her. She hoped Hannah appreciated being lent the artefact while she went looking for the witch in the swamp.

****

Hannah had been concerned when Foxy frantically hushed them to silence. Marching through the swamp they had to rely on hand signals because Foxy got really agitated about an hour into the search.

Foxy had been twitchy and irritated with her ears trying to scratch inside them. With everyone quiet, she seemed to settle down but military hand signals can only communicate so much, not why a fox might suddenly get itchy ears.

Hannah kept her eyes open and could feel when others looked at her thanks to the artefact Emma had given her. She knew they were all supposed to keep track of each other, but it never seemed like she would be looked at so often. Some glances lingered, as her own tended to do when something interesting was in her field of view. Suddenly, she snapped her fingers and crouched down as she sensed eyes on her from outside the formation.

Everyone followed suit and waited.

Hannah took cover behind a tree yet the sight was still on her. She laid down in the thick foliage and still eyes tracked her. She looked above and saw nothing, yet was certain that’s where the eyes were located. As much as she didn’t want to discomfort Foxy, she needed to speak.

“Check shot!” Hannah called out to let everyone know there might or might not be an enemy and fired into the air above her. Yet still the eyes watched her.

Foxy tapped her on the shoulder and started pointing insistently in a direction.

Hannah got up and moved everyone quickly since they had been spotted and made too much noise. The eyes followed her from above constantly and Hannah realised that whoever was looking at her, wasn’t actually there. She hated it when magic wasn’t working on her side. Hannah slowed down when the shape of a structure appeared in the swamp. She and the others took cover. The eyes suddenly stopped watching her, and it wasn’t until a figure emerged from the wooden hut that they returned.

The woman was dressed in bits of snakeskin, bone, and wood. Strange fetishes covered her and hung from her matted hair. Her skin was darker than Inky’s and decorated with paints. “What be ye doing in here near my home?” She spoke with a strange accent. “And how did you know I be seeing ya before you arrived?”

Hannah was about to respond when Foxy yelled, “Hazard shot!” and fired at an assemblage of bones that hung from a tree near the hut. What was once a finely crafted piece of artistry was shattered when the bullet hit it. Foxy let out a hard sigh of relief as she scratched her ears again, keeping one hand on her rifle aimed at the woman.

“Messing with your ears was it?” Hannah asked.

“It collected and funnelled all human voices from all over to this area. Things in the trees redirected them, but it wasn’t until they got to that thing that it drove my ears insane. It’s how I knew where to go, but even a whisper tickled my ears in a very uncomfortable way.”

“Right,” Hannah stated before turning to the woman and approaching her. “To answer your questions, we were hired to remove you from the land and I’ve got a thing. So, in the hopes that we can complete the job literally and not the metaphorical manner implied in the bounty, can you please pack your things?”

“You think I will leave me home because you asked politely?” The woman asked as Hannah met her on her porch.

“Hoped so, but I can settle for knocking you over the head and hauling you back.”

“I think you underestimate me power,” she replied while letting a snake that was in her hair wrap around her hand as she reached up to touch it.

“Shit, Vile? Did we bring any power?” Hannah asked, looking for her.

Vile approached, flames licking her body. “Damn bugs sure as hell know we have. Why are they not eating any of you?!”

“Didn’t you get the bottle we handed out before we left?” Conna asked, coming partially out of cover gümüşhane escort in the trees.

Vile was nonplussed, “I may have not known what that was.”

“Anyways,” Hannah interrupted. “It seems that we brought some of our own. Also, we have a warrior priestess in full armor in a race ship in the sky that we can drop on you anytime so, ya know, good luck making this difficult for us. Also, why are you surprised to see her? Didn’t you look at all of us?”

The woman wiped the shocked expression off her face and looked back at Hannah, “I saw you and you knew it, I was curious. Ya were much closer than I had time for with the fox keeping ya quiet. But my power is much more subtle than ya be used to.” She got really close to Hannah as she spoke.

Hannah swatted the snake that was climbing out of the woman’s hair away. “Look, that’s all lovely but I really just want to pick you up and go.”

“What kind of person just ignores a poison snake coming from me hair and into her face?”

“Well, I doubt they find enough to eat in your hair so you just put them there to scare us. Plus, they are black with red scales, not the red with black scales dotted white. So I doubt I’m in much danger. Assuming I remembered that trivia correctly. That guy was chatty and I was thinking of passing the wilderness survival course he was teaching by spending a night with him rather than a week in classes I had already taken.” Hannah paused to look at her friends. “They lost the papers saying I completed the training, and I had to do it over. He wanted to talk about the things he thought the class should have covered and took forever to get off!”

“Ye be a solder or a harlot?” the woman asked trying to take a jab her.

“Sometimes I’m both,” Hannah replied with a shrug.

“Well, ye be wrong about the snakes.”

“Are you sure?” Hannah asked. “Tonna, do you know how to tell what snakes are poisonous?”

Tonna slithered into view, “This might surprise you but no. I don’t really know anything other than that some are.”

The woman looked worriedly between Hannah and Tonna before Hannah spoke up.

“Relax, she can’t turn you to stone unless you are a man.” It was only then that Hannah checked out the woman as a woman and decided that what was under all the decorations was quite an interesting womanly figure.

“Ye said I could pack me things?” she asked, finally relenting to the idea that resistance was pointless and possibly unnecessary.

“Yes, though I would like to see how you were able to view me.” Hannah extended her hand. “Hannah.”

“A fair enough request. Sarasha.” She took Hannah’s hand.

Sarasha guided Hannah into her hut. Aside from the dilapidated construction out of basic materials, it seemed well kept. On a table was a bowl of water, where the surface reflected like a mirror.

“It canna see far, and only at familiar places. I having already walked all through this land.”

“Can I use it? To look at our ship?”

“Just touch the water and think of the place. Tha ripples will settle and you will see.”

Hannah decided to check in on Mari since she knew Ving was flying above them, and they occasionally heard her flyover. She touched the water and saw Mari and Easy’s room but it was empty. It didn’t seem to find people, just places.

“Try Inky,” Vile suggested, towering over Hannah to get a view.

Hannah tried to focus on Inky’s bedroom this time and finally found Mari.

****

Inky was getting her uniform stripped off as she kissed Mari, who was already naked. It wasn’t until the skirt came off that they could see Easy already between her legs. The viewers wondered how they had missed her, even at the angle they were viewing at. The three of them were at the foot of the massive bed made to support Vile.

Mari pressed her breasts against Inky’s and loved the pressure against them every time she embraced a woman. She assumed any men that embraced her loved getting to feel her breasts on them, but something about being with another woman made it better. Kissing made more challenging by the breasts between them felt more exciting as well. The hard breaths Inky made as she felt Easy slither her tongue deeper into Inky while the fairy hands played with both of them were enough to send Mari to an early climax. A good start to their fun.

“You ate Vile before she left, didn’t you?” Mari asked before nipping Inky at the neck.

“And she me. I bet you both taste her.” Inky answered, grabbing Mari by the breasts and getting grabbed the same way in return.

“Mhmm,” was all that came from Easy below them.

“The four of us need to play sometime together, but I couldn’t wait. Checking out Emma got me in the mood for us to include another and Liddy called dibs on the elf.”

****

Hannah couldn’t wait. She hit the water to look into Liddy’s room but didn’t see her, so she hit it again for Emma’s. Vile protested a bit.

****

Emma loved how Liddy worked her tongue between her legs. The sight of Blaze kneeling behind Liddy doing the same was a bit strange, since hatay escort one of the hands grabbing the bum in the air was artificial, but it was hard to focus on it. Emma laid back and teased her own breasts as Liddy did her thing. She knew it was an Emberborn fetish that Liddy had and that she herself never had an interest in women, but it didn’t stop it from feeling amazing. Her books had fallen off the bed, forgotten for now, while her body writhed in pleasure. She saw Cat sitting across the room, touching herself at the sight, deciding to enjoy the show without overwhelming the elf. Despite not quite doing it for herself, Emma reached out and touched Cat with her spectral hand and saw the reaction from Cat as she felt it touch her.

“Well fuck leaving me out of this!” Leira shouted as she came into the room.

Leira stripped naked, her breasts inflating as she slapped Blaze on the ass before kneeling in front of Cat. Soon, she felt the spectral hand between her legs while she took its place on Cat, who had already grabbed the mermaid by the hair and pulled her close, wrapping her legs around her.

Emma tried to make Leira orgasm for fun to get things started, but her own body spasmed in climax just as she tried and she couldn’t control herself. Every woman touching her, even through the spectral hand, climaxed as strongly as she just had – and for a moment, they all felt the pleasure of someone else.

Emma felt she was only ever herself when her body was used in a way her father would hate. The desperate desire of Leira to please Liddy. Blaze at odds with her pleasure from women. The determined lust of Liddy who didn’t want to be left out. Cat felt desperate to be an animal of lust to be used by another animal.

They all paused to process the sensations they had just felt, knowing they weren’t their own.

****

“They stopped already?” Hannah asked rhetorically.

“Go back to Inky,” Vile commanded.

****

Inky was on her back with Easy between her legs, Mari sitting on her face rocking her hips while stroking the fairy on the head. She struggled against the pleasure of the long tongue flicking and wriggling inside her while she tried to match the same effect inside Mari with her human tongue. Not that she felt like she was doing poorly, having felt Mari climax twice already, but she knew she was never going to be as good. Still, the feeling of Mari playing with her breasts or laying down to run her own over her skin helped her forget any limitations.

Mari loved the smiles Easy gave her as she looked up, showing her tongue slide inside Inky and her own mouth. Although she knew it impossible, she liked to imagine Easy so deep into Inky that it was the tip of her tongue licking her, not Inky. She looked up briefly and saw Harriot holding the metal piece Mari had gotten back on the big ship. A quick nod had Harriot lifting her skirt and putting the piece inside herself after licking it to mimic a man’s member. Still, the cold shock of it made Easy scream as it entered her and then moan hard as the thrusts into her body rocked it.

Harriott pulled her breasts out to let them move freely as she held Easy by the hips and thrust into her. The very same act moving the parts inside her and proving to be just as pleasurable. She wondered how it would have felt to have really been a man thrusting into a woman, but quickly decided it wouldn’t have felt as good as feeling a man thrusting inside her.

Mari reached over to the cupboard over the headboard and opened it to find the toys Inky and Vile liked to use. She plucked a pair of chains from their bowl and found the clamp ends. She put one on each of her nipples, moaning hard at the pain each one caused, then tossed the chain to Harriott who held it with one hand while the other gripped the fairy. Mari screamed as the tugging on her breasts and nipples hurt with each subtle and not so subtle movement. She climaxed hard for Inky, who reciprocated quickly.

As much as Harriot loved holding the chain attached to Mari, she had an idea. She let go of Easy’s hip and grabbed her by the wings. It didn’t take Easy long to figure out what she was doing and did what she could to help. Soon, Harriott had the chain clamped on the ends of Easy’s wings. With each flutter, the chains pulled on Mari. This let Harriott focus on ramming inside the fairy to make her wings move and yank on Mari, who in turn held Inky by the breasts. It, with the pleasure of the toy inside her from her own thrusting, let her enjoy Harriot own climax.

****

Hannah felt both tails inside her as they watched. Vile had already freed her breasts and fondled them hard while working her tails. She felt Foxy hold her hand beside her since there was limited space to place it on the table. She had to support herself from Conna who was behind her, working her fingers inside the fox. They were all watching the sight except for Tonna and Sarasha.

“She not be kidding when she said both soldier and harlot,” Sarasha commented.

“It really doesn’t take much to set them off like that,” Tonna replied, ısparta escort trying not to damage the hut as she pushed her tail between Vile’s legs, penetrating the demon. She spared a hand for Conna, who had been aching for someone to touch her between her legs. Tonna, too, got some attention from Vile who reached behind her.

Sarasha watched and tried to process just how different she expected things with the interlopers to go.

****

Hope took a moment from between Ving’s legs to speak. “You sure this is safe?”

Ving was strangely positioned – one foot on her seat, the other on the side panel, giving enough room for Hope in the narrow passageway to the rear compartment to get under and pleasure her body. “Yes, the controls can keep us going in loops and I can see out the windows for any signals.”

“They stopped moving, so maybe they are trying to convince her or help her pack or whatever.”

“Yeah, don’t care. Put your tongue back on me and make me climax. I want you deep enough for Hannah to taste. It’s been hours and she’s going to need it bad when we get back.

Hope did as Ving demanded. She loved how assertive she had gotten and certainly didn’t mind being told to enjoy a woman. It was certainly better than walking through a humid swamp in full armor.

****

Tonna loved being in the room with the hot bath as Sarasha cleaned herself. While the woman scrubbed paint off herself, Tonna got to work on Sarasha’s hair. It was a tangled mess, and she needed all four arms holding brushes she had collected from around the ship to make any kind of progress.

“I had been thinking that maybe you had been laying a trap, but your girls getting playful with my mirror and seeing this ship showed me otherwise. Ya really all be harlots for hire?”

“Yes,” Tonna laughed. “We try to be, but we keep running into monsters and THAT is what people remember most. It’s like people aren’t surprised to see women selling sex on an airship but kill a few monsters and suddenly it’s exceptional.”

“‘Tis exceptional. But ye be right in thinking that we just seen as sex by default. It surprises no one ceptin’ maybe when ye don’t have a man calling tha shots.”

“Plus, with Vile and me, we don’t really blend in as normal. Though I have discovered that it doesn’t keep men from wanting us.”

“Only thing that keeps a man from wanting to put himself in a girl is a sharp tool and a wicked smile.”

Tonna laughed hard. She couldn’t argue with that in the slightest. “Agreed, though if I want to keep getting laid and paid, I will hide the sharp objects and smile kindly.”

“Ye enjoy doing this then? None of ye Ember girls be wearing collars, but I dinna think you wanted this.”

“I was actually cursed with this form by someone because I had too much sex with other men, and while the curse changed things, it didn’t diminish my sex drive. Like the rest of the girls, I want it bad, and if I’m gonna get it, I might as well get paid for it. Besides, these girls are the first to keep me from feeling like I’m trapped. I can go out there and get laid by any of them at any time. Just because I feel like it. None of them look at me, even with literal snakes as hair, and turn away.”

“Ye have any men on tha ship?”

“Nope. Not unless we are docked and seeing clients.”

“Shame, could use a plucking meself.”

“Not into women?”

“Nah, I like me the smell of men workin’ hard ta please me. ‘Tis what got me in tha swamp in the first place. Men came down to tha south and find me, bring me back like a trophy, but the locals dinna like the idea of me bearing him an heir, so they ran me out of town. Then they be blamin’ me any time their men fall out a line instead of it being their own fault.”

“Did you cast any spells on them?”

“I dona have the magic ta bother them so far away. Just said unkind things in me own tongue ta them as I left, to make them scared.”

“From what I heard, any man who can’t get it up is blaming you.”

“Bah! They had that problem long before me.”

“It’s a kind of tradition on this ship for women to become harlots. Think you might want in on it? Can’t promise they won’t still have difficulties getting it up, but we can at least promise you won’t be blamed for it.”

“The captain say I have till next port to decide what I want to do plus half the bounty that got put on me. I answer ye then.”

“Fair enough. If you don’t want a woman, we do have a mechanical toy you might want to try. Should do you well enough for now. It vibrates fast.”

Sarasha peaked her eyebrows in interest.

****

Liddy hated having to wait to see the Duke, but she couldn’t always have a head to toss into court and grab everyone’s attention. Inky and the squad kept her free from unwanted conversations while she processed what had happened with Emma and the others. They had all felt another woman’s climactic thoughts and been quite confused by the whole matter. She had felt Leira’s fear of being left out and abandoned. Despite all that had happened, it was still something that bothered her when others were having fun without her. Aside from that, she knew one of the others felt what she felt and that bothered her as well. They didn’t talk about who felt what, but Liddy knew someone must have. Her thoughts dwelled on just how much she needed to be bothered by it. She knew it was no secret how much she liked Emberborn, and they all had their kinks that nobody else would understand.

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Gleaming Ch. 23

by TJSkywind

A lot of things happen here. For those sensitive to such things, in part 10, there is a suicide attempt that is thwarted.

Thanks to TerrytheTraveler for lending a hand with catching errors and asking questions. Any inexplicable repetitions, continuity goofs, gaffs, typos, dropped words, usage errors, omissions, commissions, permissions, WTFs and OMGs are totally my fault.

Welcome back to the violent world of Starlight Gleaming. Enjoy!

Book 5 – Atlantis Rising

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Part 4 – Rad High Club

* * * * *

With the rumble of the aircraft engines humming through the seat, I kissed my wife, and she leaned into me until our foreheads touched, all of us wearing the noise suppression earphones.

“I love you, my husband,” Izel murmured to me, her brown eyes alight and her face filled with happiness. “I can’t wait to introduce you and the rest of my new family to my people!”

“I love you, too, Izel Kandikan. Have I told you lately how happy I am to have you in my life?”

“Hmm, yes, but you can keep telling me, Ranji, because hearing you say it makes me feel wonderful.”

“Duly noted, dear wife. I love having you in my life.”

Izel closed her eyes as a shiver ran through her body, then sighed happily.

Janetta’s mutter of “fuckin’ tapir pricks” from my other side brought a chuckle to both of us. Janetta and Zinja were secured to their seats, leaning against each other and softly snoring while sharing the large pillow from our bedroom that Zinja had carried aboard. Instead of the earphones, both had opted for the foam ear plugs to make the sound of the roaring engines bearable.

Amused, Izel spoke in Nahuatl, saying, “You wore them out last night, my husband, even as you pleased them both. It was so hot watching you stretch them, destroy their minds with pleasure, one after the other, leaving them gaping and overflowing with your potent seed.”

“You enjoy watching me making love to them?”

“Of course, Ranji! Seeing proof of your new virility adds to your hotness. We both owe your Calia a great deal, and I want to watch you pleasure her. Now you are more easily able to physically attend to all of your women. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you honoring Nahua tradition, and you never make it seem like an obligation or a duty. Each morning, I get to wake up with you lying next to me. You approach me with love in your eyes and affection in your touch. Whether gentle or when desire drives you to roughness, I love feeling your strong hands on me, guiding me to where I can best please you with my body, and feeling that lovely, hard cock opening me up, driving me to ecstasy, and filling me to bursting. Starting out my day filled with the warmth of your love in my belly and a well-plundered pussy? It’s the best feeling in the world, Ranji.”

It was true, I did owe a lot to Calia. I was able to focus on work when I needed to, but I was also able to provide more affection to Calia and Ixma, and both women seemed to blossom from the increased attention.

Izel caught sight of Sisi looking at me, and my wife smiled, giving my hand an affectionate pat. “Your oldest wants a bit of your time, I think. Go be with her. She loves her Tenant.”

Grinning, I unbuckled and stood as Izel retrieved her tablet from her carry-on bag.

My daughter beamed as I moved over and freed her from her safety harness. Wearing her junior Air Service uniform and jacket, she had her name tag, Kandikan, the High Guard patch on one arm and an Air Security patch on the other, the latter gifted to her by my Second. Scooping my daughter up into my arms, we gave each other a hug as I made my way to one of the few windows. Ixma and Mina joined us. Sisi and Mina watched as we briefly kissed, then we held up the girls so they could look out the window with us to the world below. I had deliberately chosen to carry a pair of binoculars for the trip. Drawing them out, I put the strap over Sisi’s head so she could indulge her curiosity and zoom in on distant sights.

Holding onto Sisi, when she saw something interesting, she’d let Ixma and I look through the binoculars, and either Ixma or I would explain what she’d seen or simply marvel with her. Sisi tried to get Mina interested in looking through them, but Mina wasn’t interested, more content to hold her stuffed rabbit and cuddle against Ixma under her jacket.

The early morning skies had been cool, grey, and rainy when we had departed High Guard, but the weather cleared as the rads literally flew by and we headed west, racing the sun in its overhead trek.

This part of the Inner Sea, within sight of the continental shoreline, was known as the Sheltered Coast. Below us were just a few of the numerous serpentine chains of islands comprising the northernmost Eastern Islands; while some islands zonguldak escort were small, others were quite large. Amongst the crystal-clear seas below us, we saw lines of coral around sandy shores surrounded by verdant canopies of green or jutting towers of rock erupting out of the surf. Further inland there might be flashes of reflected sunlight from glittering lakes, rivers, and streams, and through the binoculars, we spied a few distant yet still spectacular waterfalls on island after island.

Before the recent trade agreement, we would have had to travel around the eastern air space of the Eastern Islands, avoiding the proximity of the Seven Nations entirely as on my earlier trips, and extending our travel time by a full day. However, the new agreement allowed us to fly nearly direct from High Guard to Mohingo War Base, saving both hours of travel time and considerable amounts of aviation fuel. We had departed just after a very early breakfast, having packed our luggage the previous evening. Our four-hour trip would have the added benefit of traversing two time zones, allowing us to arrive near lunch time.

The fuel savings was a good deal all around. While most of the rest of the developing world still primarily depended on petroleum, there was a strong movement to shift away, especially for civilian and commercial land transport like the Empire used.

Recent scientific theories posited that petroleum (and methane pockets) were renewable over a few thousand years, being replenished by specialized bacteria living deep within the outer mantle instead of being created over millions of years during previous epochs as had been previously thought. As an analogy, human joints are encased by bursa sacs filled with thick synovial fluid that keep the bones from grinding and abrading against one another. The theory was that petroleum and methane pockets both acted to reduce the friction as tectonic plates abraded or subducted, giving the affected plate some “give” to reduce potential fracturing, and that the absence of such deep pockets of petroleum and methane were akin to the bone moving against bare bone, a painful experience in humans, and making earthquake events much more severe. Siphoning off methane pockets led to increased micro-quakes as the tectonic plates continually made minor adjustments to building tension along the edges. Petroleum pockets helped cushion the land, reducing the chance the plate interior might buckle and fracture, as it had millions of years ago when the shifting plates caused the northern continent to be split as the center was forced to buckle, allowing an inner sea to form, a sea that persisted for millions of years.

What we did know for sure was that as active as the surface of our world was, with storms, rivers, volcanos, and more, that our planet’s outer mantle was just as active. There were freshwater rivers that sprang forth from underground pathways, and one of those good-sized rivers, traveled close to ten rads before vanishing underground again. Another legacy of the ancient inner sea was the extensive limestone cave systems left behind. One such system in Kene-Tuck within the Seven Nations had been partially mapped, and stretched all the way west to another huge cave system in the Empire’s Mogollon State, a distance of exceeding seventeen hundred rads!

Likewise, the Eastern Islands had numerous freshwater pools along its shorelines that were sometimes visited by bull sharks that traveled through labyrinthine underwater caves accessible from the shore. While other sharks might be limited to the heavier saltwater layer during high tide, bull sharks weren’t so constrained.

According to Ixma, bull sharks have the unique ability to store salt, and have been documented traveling hundreds of rads up freshwater rivers searching for prey to eat. She also assures me that there more examples around the world. I’m informed that this new science specialty is called Subterranean Geologic Systems.

As Ixma shared some of her knowledge with us, I saw joy in her eyes as she spoke and smiled back at her. Today, she explained about the many rich undersea ecosystems surrounding the islands as we saw patches and bands of soothing blues, teals, and pale greens.

At one point we passed over a pod of orcas, periodically surfacing as they hunted. Ixma authoritatively told us these apex predators were known as the dire wolves of the ocean, and lived off of large fish, sharks, and seals in equal measure.

“Is this something you are interested in pursuing, Little Mama?” I asked her.

Biting her lower lip, she said, “Well, I love studying zoology, too, but I’m equally fascinated with marine biology, marine archeology, and how this new branch of Subterranean Geologic Systems impacts both. I can’t decide!”

I chuckled. “It’s all right. Follow where your interests take you. The Empire depends on its farmers and fethiye escort ranchers to keep its many citizens fed, but just because you were born into the farming caste, that doesn’t mean you’re locked into it forever. Science has spill-over effects between disciplines, and the better we understand our world, the better we’ll be able to cope with future catastrophes. You have my blessing and my support to continue your studies, wherever they take you.”

“Thank you, Ranji!” Ixma exclaimed, pulling me down for another wet kiss. Mina grumbled a bit, but we paid her no mind.

We looked at the sights below for a bit, then returned to our seats. As Ixma and Mina settled, Calia dozed, her head nestled into her own pillow.

On my way back to my own seat, I leaned down and murmured, “I love you, Calia.”

My reward was the hint of a smile that tugged at the edges of her mouth, showing that at least on some level, my friend and lover had heard me.

Our immediate destination, Mohingo War Base, was located in the northwestern region of Nahua. The plan was to spend the first two weeks in Nahua itself, allowing Izel time to catch up on her administrative duties and attend to any matters that were outside the norm. My wife was also determined to accompany me on my visit to Teela and Zaniyah.

With the death of Kirfan, the Nahua elders had been unwilling to let Izel take over as ruler for all of Nahua; as much as I knew her people would benefit from my wife’s wise leadership, I was personally grateful as I had come to treasure having my wife living with me at High Guard. There were still a few bumps in the family dynamics, but overall, Izel was fitting rather smoothly into her position as second after Janetta, and actually took over many of the duties that Janetta as Mistress of my household was responsible for but had been previously handled by Calia. With Calia’s skills as a mediator and emotional healer now in demand, Izel was happily filling the void with her experience and wisdom.

In any event, the Nahua Council of Elders had appointed Lord Cacalotl Axocotzin as the interim Regent. Among Queschuan speakers, he was referred to as Lord Raven. His appointment was pending approval by the Emperor, but no one was worried there would be any changes. Lord Raven was the paternal first cousin to Izel’s late father, Tizoc. Interestingly, some media sources had been referring to Izel’s late father as Tizoc the Great, perhaps as a move to help those who had suffered under Kirfan’s mismanagement cope with the current hardships. Izel warned me that there were still parts of Nahua in turmoil, attributable to bad economic policies that provided short-term cash income at the cost of impoverishing the citizens. With her disapproval clear, she said some of that damage might take years to recover from.

My wife worried over how much time she would end up spending in meetings and governing; she really wanted to show off her homeland to us. And as much as I knew she wanted to impress me as her husband, I knew she also wanted Janetta to fall in love with the place as the homeland of her parents.

Prior to our departure, Izel had had several video conferences with her staff in Ocotépan and especially with her long-time deputy, Lord Tango; he was the head of her civil bureaucracy, and effectively ran things during her many long absences. A couple of times she had had me listen in as she conferred over important issues, allowing us both to recognize the other by sight. Later, she sometimes asked for my opinion. Other than a few minor points, I never saw anything amiss with her logic or her decisions. I nearly always ended up offering her a backrub afterward, which she enthusiastically accepted. If Janetta was around, I made sure she got one, too. If I was asked to do some deeper muscle work on the glutes, well, that tended to get the recipient worked up, which ended up getting a deeper, wetter, internal massage which was also well received.

However, the last time I’d rubbed Izel’s back, she’d startled me by suddenly bursting into great, wracking sobs. When I asked her what was the matter, she had replied, “I just love you so much, Ranji. You treat me like a queen! You’re always so loving. I’ve had back rubs before, but my maids do it because they work for me. You do it because you love me. I’m so lucky to be your wife!”

Startled by her reaction, I turned her over so she could sit in my lap. After calming down, Izel became quite affectionate, peppering me with dainty kisses and wandering caresses. When her touches and hip grinding in my lap started getting hard, she happily stroked me until I was firm enough for her to straddle me, and then she rode me to our mutual release. Afterward, she fell asleep while sprawled on me.

As my wife had observed, the rest of the weekend before our departure, I’d used my mouth and my cock on my fierce warrior and my farm girl alanya escort twice. Between long naps, Janetta and Zinja got hot food, and then had their pussies thoroughly pounded and filled. Of course, I’d also stuffed Calia and Little Mama in between, leaving them happily dozing and leaking as well. I readily admit, I enjoyed their sweet charms and the fact that I was more often capable of rising to the occasion as the situation warranted or desired.

Later, at dinner, Calia and Ixma had given me happy smiles. Calia ventured to say that even if the captain didn’t say anything, she seemed mellower at the dining table. Carefully speaking in Nahuatl, Ixma wryly declared that I’d fucked the bitchiness out of her, at which point both women dissolved into giggles. While neither Janetta nor Zinja liked the comment, Izel’s snort as she sprayed part of her drink caused further amusement. While concerned for my wife’s recovery, the long-held festering guilt from having neglected Calia and Ixma so often faded away. My balls were more frequently emptied but they no longer ached for hours afterward.

I had hoped with my increased energy – courtesy of Calia’s healing – to maybe resume my correspondence studies with my father. Instead, keeping up with my wife and mistresses ate up what little free time I had. Fortunately, the increased libido also reduced the number of hours of sleep I needed each night. I was also drinking and eating more, but that was a necessity. At first, I was unloading an extra pulse of semen during my orgasm. Three weeks after my healing, I was regularly firing off two extra squirts, and earlier that morning, when I’d come inside Izel, I had fired off a total of nine times into her liquid heat. When I’d pulled out, it didn’t all come gushing out at once, either. Calia had said she’d tweaked my sperm production. After I had finished hosing down Calia’s insides, Ixma had wryly observed that she now needed to keep extra padding in her panties because she leaked for hours afterward. Then she had licked me clean, her eyes filled with a mix of sultriness and satisfaction.

That set me to thinking about Teela. She was Nahua, too. For many months, she’d gone without me following Nahua tradition with her. The older woman had known I wasn’t Nahua, and had kept quiet about her pregnancy. It was only because of Zaniyah, by way of her house manager, that I’d even known she’d conceived. Would she expect me to inseminate her during our visit? Or more to the point, would Izel expect me to do that? As much as my personal life was filled by the five women I lived with, I had to admit that I found the notion of hammering Teela’s pussy hard enough to make her squirt again arousing. And getting a chance to feel her round belly, full of our child? I actually looked forward to that.

While I was thoroughly enjoying all the extra intimacy, I hoped this increased libido boost stabilized soon. I was enjoying the extra energy and my quicker recovery times, but I didn’t want to have a need to inseminate taking over my free time. I flashed on the embarrassment of becoming perpetually horny.

Calia snorted aloud, then dissolved into howls of laughter as she sat up, and her gaze caught mine. Ixma, naturally was curious why the sleeping Calia suddenly woke up laughing so hard. Not a single word passed between them, but Little Mama looked straight at me and started giggling.

Yeah, this new telepathy thing could be embarrassing. It would have been easy to let their laughter irritate me, but I knew the women loved me, and if the image of me hammering Teela’s pussy into squealing and gushing submission or me worrying over possibly having a constant erection gave them amusement, well, what of it? I knew that if there were serious issues involved, Calia would do all she could to make it right. In the meantime, at least with Teela, I would get a chance to enjoy it instead of getting clocked on the back of my head by a skillet.

When their laughter abruptly ceased, I frowned, and both women flushed, gazing at me with concern.

*Master, you nearly died from that blow!* her voice said in my head. *Had that happened, we would have been bereft, never having had the chance to see you and let you know how much we missed you!*

I felt Ixma’s concern echoing through Calia’s thoughts.

I’m aware of that, I thought back at her. Overhearing a conversation sometimes happens. With your ability to hear thoughts and communicate without speech, well, I trust you, Calia, to respect the privacy of those around you. Catching a stray thought is one thing, but continuing to listen to my thoughts is rather rude, don’t you think?

*Yes, Master, you’re right, and I am ashamed. I’m sorry! I should have stopped or let you know I was listening, and I inadvertently involved Ixma in my transgression. Please, forgive us?*

The contrition on their faces was more than enough for me. I smiled at them, and relief washed over their faces. I thought, I love you both.

Then I noticed that Izel had paused in her reading, setting her tablet into her bag, and took my hand into hers. “Husband, uh… Ranji? I… uh, I’ve heard stories about something called a Rad High Club and that you were already a member. I wondered if it were possible that you and I could maybe, possibly get to…?”

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Irene’s heavy boots rested on a filthy dashboard as the space station jumped into view at lightspeed. She reclined in her chair and took a swig from her large bottle, bright, neon liquid dripping from her chin.

‘You have reached your destination. You are currently orbiting Jovis V,’ announced a pleasant synthetic voice.

‘Welcome to your new home, kid,’ Irene turned in her chair and stamped her feet on the grey, metal floor.

She was a lean, hard-looking woman, muscular, her left arm replaced by cold steel, its hand a claw. She wore a battered leather jacket and from her belt dangled around a dozen knives in all shapes and sizes. On half of her head, she wore her tangled green hair long, but the left side had been burned and remained perpetually bald and scarred.

‘Wh-where are we?’ asked the prisoner.

‘Ain’t ya been listening? This is Jovis V, the biggest damn house of pleasure this side of Proxima and ya, ya little sweetheart, got me an offer.’

‘J-Jovis V?’

‘Yeah, that’s not something ya’d have heard about in that God-fearing little colony of yours. They like to keep out of the way of polite society. Ha! Lucky that’s no longer your thing, pumpkin.’

Ada took a small step back and looked past her captor out through the observation screen. Even from here, a million neon lights were visible all over the massive station. Her clammy palms pressed together, she was a tall, round-faced girl. Her hair and eyes were dark and her figure curvy and feminine, a little plump, some would say. Her wrists and ankles were bound in light metal shackles and she wore nothing but an artificial skintight cotton suit, which the ship had fabricated after Irene had torn her dress.

‘The interested party’s gonna be needing ya ready in a week’s time. Till then ya better behave, got it?’

‘Behave? Are you gonna sell me to some pervert? I wanna go home!’

‘Do ya now? Ya know what those pirates did to your home? I’d be surprised if ya’d recognise it, ha, even the graves’ll be unnamed unless someone took the time to mark a couple hundred ditches. Nah, I told ya, this is your home now. Look, isn’t it nice and shiny.’

‘You’re horrible!’

‘That’s just the kind of backtalk we gotta get eliminated, pumpkin.’

Irene rose and Ada backed away immediately until she hit the closed bridge door. Whirring and buzzing, the metallic arm grabbed a handful of the girl’s hair.

‘I hope you’re a real fast learner, cause as a teacher, I ain’t known for my patience.’

‘All right, first order of the day: seductive dance.’

Irene had cleared a little space in her gym and mounted one of her pull-up bars vertically as an impromptu stripper pole. She pointed a mechanical finger at Ada and with a series of beeps, her shackles fell from her limbs.

‘I-I’ve never danced before, what am I supposed to do?’

‘What, no boy-girl rodeos? No square dancing at the big harvest festival? You’re starting to disappoint me with your country bumfuck credentials, pumpkin.’

‘M-my name’s Ada. And I mean this kinda dancing,’ she glanced at the pole and blushed.

‘Ya know what, real first order of the day: respect. Got it? Ya don’t talk back to me, ya do what you’re told. Also, ya call me mistress and when Mr. Southerner buys ya, then ya call him master and ya worship him and when he tells ya to worship someone else, ya do that too. And when someone calls ya a name, then that’s your fucking name. Now dance, pumpkin. Ya got your tits and your arse, wiggle, I don’t think your customers are gonna be choosy.’

Ada wasn’t weak, not at all. She was heavy but she could lift her weight easily. At first, she had little trouble. Walking around the pole, hanging off it with one hand, switching hands, showing a little cleavage here, a little bottom there, swaying back and forth to the rhythm of Irene’s moody melodies all seemed manageable. All too soon, however, Irene became demanding. She had Ada climb up and try to swing round, had her sling her legs round the pole and lean back and even use nothing but her hands to stay in position for several seconds and display her stocky legs. Ada was hot and breathing heavily when Irene told her to strip.

‘What?’

Irene slapped her across the face, mercifully using her human hand.

‘Yes, mistress, of course, mistress!’

Clumsily, she began to peel out of the suit.

‘Not like that, slowly. Start with the cleavage.’

Ada pulled down the zipper until her large, soft breasts were mostly exposed. Right away, she felt her skin prickle, sweaty and cold. Her nipples went rigid still just beneath giresun escort the fabric.

‘Good, this is how ya will draw your customers.’

Irene pulled up a chair and planted herself right in front of the pole.

‘Pull me in, pumpkin.’

Ada bit her lip to stop herself from answering. She took a deep breath to stop her fist from shaking and grabbed onto the pole. She shook her bum, tip-toed around a little, then leaned back and gave her one-person audience a glimpse of her womanly wiles.

‘That’s it. See? Nothin to it. Gimme a flash. There’s a good girl, but seriously, work on your smile.’

Ada’s teeth were clenched as she straightened up again and covered her nipples.

‘Ya got my attention, pumpkin. Now for the real work. At this point, you’re gonna get a signal, see I’m tellin ya, I’ve made my choice for the night and it’s ya, ya little scamp.’

She beckoned Ada.

‘Ya can imagine I’m holding a wad of cash, if it helps, cause this is the main event, baby girl.’

Ada just stared and the slaver sighed.

‘What d’ya think Southerner is after ya for your exceptional skills as a dancer? Come here, ya dolt.’

Ada moved.

‘Now ya might be told what to do, but the important thing is that you’re ready for anything. Your body’ll be Mr. Southerner’s then and people are paying him good money to play with ya, so ya better let them play.’

Irene ripped the suit and grabbed a perky little nipple.

‘Whatever they feel like doin, ya better play along, got that?’

‘Yes, mistr- ah!’

Irene laughed as she twisted hard.

‘Good, now let’s see if your game’s up to scratch, pumpkin.’

The slaver patted her crotch.

‘It’s called body language. Read it.’

‘Y-yes mistress.’

Fumbling fingers found their way up Irene’s legs. She was in washed out, old-fashioned jeans.

‘Take your time, build anticipation. Try a kiss.’

Ada ducked past the knives and pressed her lips against the zip. Irene didn’t like to shower often and stank of grease and the ozone residue of blaster fire. Both of these smells were overpowered immediately when Ada pulled down the jeans and revealed the slaver’s cunt.

‘That’s right, I’m a natural green.’

The mechanical grip was firm around Ada’s neck and she could taste sour as the slave was forced down to pleasure her owner.

Ada walked out of the shower, letting a cloud of steam into her tiny quarters. She was glad to be out of the shackles, even though she knew escape wasn’t an option. The ships suits were ironically more comfortable and more freeing than anything she’d ever worn in her life, but she was certain her future owner had a very different wardrobe in mind. She sat down on her mattress and listened for Irene’s heavy steps. When she heard nothing, she slipped a hand under her bed and retrieved what looked like a small, silver pyramid.

‘Come in, Bravo, come in. This is November. We’re at location. Jovis V is real, I repeat, Jovis V is real and I have a way in.’

The bridge was illuminated with the hologram’s flickering glow.

‘I’m going to have to meet her first. Just a precaution, you understand.’

‘Jesus, she’s just a slave, she’s got tits and an arse, I thought that’s all ya people wanted?’

‘Thinking was never your strong suit, my dear. What we want depends on our clients and some are truly particular, so I have no doubt you shall indulge me. After all, we wouldn’t want to find a replacement for you or… another use.’

The glow faded and a steel clashed against steel as Irene brought her fist down on the communicator.

‘Pompous ass!’

She wasn’t particularly surprised at his behaviour, but it still made her blood boil from time to time. Progress with the girl was good. For a former farmhand, Ada showed quite a talent for movement and dragging around sacks of potato seemed to have granted her extraordinary strength. At the same time, she really had come to grips with obedience. She had quickly gotten used to calling Irene ‘mistress’, she kept her head down and no longer complained about pain or having to perform demeaning tasks, tasks which, for Irene, were a little more fun than she had expected.

On the day of Southerner’s visit, Irene was especially pleased with Ada’s appearance. At this point, she didn’t need her restraints at all and so had to convey her submissive status through her body language. She knelt calmly in the center of the bridge, hands held behind her back. The ship had created a more appropriate set of garments for the yalova escort occasion and Ada, hidden beneath what looked like a silken gown, wore a deep red, lacy set of matching bra and panties.

A flash of light followed a surge of energy and Raymond Southerner stepped onto the slave ship.

‘Irene, my dear!’ and he embraced her, ignoring the icy stare.

He was a short, fat man, his blond hair slicked back and his smile genial. As soon as his eyes fell on Ada, he rubbed his hands and skipped towards her.

‘Lovely, lovely! Oh, Irene, excellent, excellent work, truly.’

Ada suppressed an urge to blink as a heavy cloud of sweet perfume enveloped her. Southerner’s hands were on her shoulders and he inspected her closely.

‘Absolutely charming,’ he pulled the gown aside and looked down, then nodded approvingly.

‘Ya pleased, then?’ asked Irene.

‘Indeed I am, my dear, and so will my client. Beautiful, just beautiful and she appears well-trained.’

He pinched Ada’s cheek, whose only response was a to flash him a mischievous smile.

‘Oh you are marvelous,’ he cupped her breasts as though weighing them.

‘She is a natural,’ Irene said.

‘Is that so?’ he turned to Ada. ‘Your name is Ada, correct?’

‘If it pleases master,’ she replied.

‘Oh yes I think so, it’s a charming name. Ada, let me tell you about my client. He will be your master, do you understand? He will own you and your body.’

‘Yes, master.’

‘Good, very good. His name is Santiago, Esteban Santiago and he is a man of exquisite taste.’

‘I am excited to meet him, master,’ Ada said when a response appeared wanting.

‘You will, soon. First, however, we will need to complete your, let’s say, transformation.’

Again, he paused and Ada seemed to feel obliged to reply.

‘Transformation, master?’

Her eyes flickered towards Irene, who looked similarly confused.

‘Quite so, it means change. You see your eyes, though they are perfectly lovely, beautiful, even, will not be required in your future position.’

Irene’s brow wrinkled. What was he saying? But before she could ask, Ada replied in an entirely different tone of voice.

‘What?’ she said.

‘Mind your tone,’ Southerner said, still in his friendly manner. ‘It’s a very simple procedure, painless even.’

He held up a small, clear bottle containing what looked like metallic sand.

‘These,’ he said holding it up for Ada to see. ‘Are nanobots.’

He spoke like a teacher would to very young students, explaining something he found utterly fascinating.

‘They’ll fly in and eat your lovely little eyeballs right out. They’ll also numb your face and clean up after themselves very well. Pish posh, no pain, no mess, doesn’t that sound simple.’

‘Hold on a second,’ Irene stepped closer. ‘Y-ya want a blind slave? What, I mean, what in the world for?’

‘Oh Irene, my dear, it is not our place to ask these sorts of questions. The client’s wishes are all the reason we need, surely. Wouldn’t you agree, Ada?’

Suddenly, Ada was on her feet.

‘I do not!’

Southerner squealed and staggered back.

‘Irene! For heaven’s sake, control your slave!’

Ada kicked Southerner’s feet out from under him and he slammed hard against the metal floor. His hand reached inside his jacket and he produced a shiny blaster. Before he could so much as point it, Ada had grabbed his hand and twisted. The blaster fell and she reached out to catch it when Irene finally moved. Ada pulled her hand away, narrowly escaping the slaver’s boot. She leaped back, gaining distance.

‘What is happening here?’ Southerner flailed his arms, trying to regain his bearings.

‘Sorry to spoil your fun. Special Agent 0X11, codename: November, at your service.’

From underneath her gown, she produced a tiny silver blade.

‘You don’t wanna know where this has been,’ she flung it.

The blade hit the dashboard and electricity crackled throughout the bridge.

Ada turned to run.

‘Close bridge door!’ shouted Irene, but only static came as a reply.

‘After her, you imbecile!’ shouted Southerner, hands held above his head.

Irene hesitated.

‘You will bring me the girl or you will take her place, woman!’

Irene ran, down the hallway, checking the dining area, the gym. Both were empty. She could no longer hear the clattering of any steps but her own.

‘This is my ship, I’ll find ya, ya hear!’

She turned another corner and barged into Ada’s sleeping quarters. Special yozgat escort agent? What the heck had she been doing at the colony? A spy? After her pirate friends? Or even after the slavers themselves?

The medbay looked empty as well. Irene turned and a silk-covered elbow hit her square in the jaw. She stumbled to the side, her human hand groping for something to hold onto.

‘You’re only making things wors- oof!’

A knee was buried deep in her toned stomach.

‘Ya think?’ Ada brought both fists down on Irene’s doubled over back and the slaver collapsed hitting the cold floor with part thud and part clatter.

‘He wanted to take my eyes! You sold me to be fucking blinded, you bitch!’

‘I had no choice!’

There was a crack. Ada’s kick knocked teeth flying and a blinding hot pain shot through the front of Irene’s head as her nose shattered. Tears of pain and more burned in Irene’s eyes and blood ran in streams across her mouth.

‘You be his fucking blind slut then,’ Ada pulled back her foot for a final kick.

‘I’m so sorry.’

There was a beep and the targeting computer came online. Mechanical fingers closed mercilessly around Ada’s ankle and Irene pulled. Ada fell, landed on her hands and was ready to strike with her other leg. The arm let go and effortlessly parried a good dozen kicks, all delivered from a handstand.

Ada lost her balance and before she could fall or roll away or even scream, a metallic blur slammed against her solar plexus. Coughing, gasping for air, she reached out vainly, but Irene had gotten up already and was too far away.

Calmly, she wiped the blood from her face and watched her foe squirm on the floor.

‘Special Agent,’ she shook her head. ‘Ya sure had me fooled, pumpkin… November… Ada.’

She held up the bottle. Ada hadn’t seen her take it and now her eyes widened with terror as she watched the silvery nanobots whirr excitedly in their glass container. She crawled back shook her own head frantically and still only managed gasps.

‘Still want to fight?’

Irene’s metal hand grabbed the girl by the neck and lifted her up easily. Her strength gone, Ada pummeled the robotic limb feebly.

‘Listen, listen, listen to me! Ya can continue to fight me and I’ll break your arms and legs before I take your eyes and ya will be blind and helpless and ya will be sold and ya will be at this Santiago’s mercy. Sound good? No? That’s what I thought. So how about ya stop fighting. I will take your eyes, because I have to, but ya’ll have your arms, ya’ll have your legs and ya’ll have this.’

Irene placed the bottle on a medical cabinet and drew her smallest knife.

‘As I understand it, you’re quite adept at concealing these, well, put it to good use, then!’

She placed the knife next to the bottle.

Ada’s blows let up and her hands came to a rest on Irene’s arm. She stared at the knife, then at the bottle.

‘I’m afraid we don’t have the time. Will ya take my offer, yes or no?’

Very slightly, Irene’s grip loosened.

Ada’s lip quivered and her hands trembled uncontrollably, yet her eyes were focused. She looked at Irene and slowly, deliberately nodded her head.

‘Thank god,’ Irene released her and Ada slid down the wall until she was sitting on the floor.

‘Here,’ the slaver held the knife at the tip and Ada took the handle. It was a throwing knife from back on earth, Japanese, Ada thought.

Her movements deft and practised, she slipped it under her gown, lifted her panties and let it disappear somewhere in the back. She shuffled her weight around until she sat comfortably again and the dark metal was no longer visible.

‘And here,’ now Irene held up the bottle.

‘Ya know how to use medibots?’ she asked.

Ada nodded, tears glistening in her doomed eyes.

‘Same principle, ya wanna be the one or should I?’

Ada shook her head and held out her hand for the bottle. She took a deep breath. Her fingers wouldn’t stop shaking, but she managed to hold up the bottle and remove the surprisingly heavy glass lid. Right away, a soft buzzing noise filled the room. She tilted her head back and looked up into the artificial daylight. She would never see real daylight again or the sun or Bravo.

She was sobbing now, tears and snot streamed across her puffy face. And she emptied the bottle. The bots trickled down slowly and swirled in two silvery glistening spirals in front of her face, slowly her field of vision was taken up by a sea of sparkles and a tickling sensation spread throughout her entire face. For a few seconds, nothing but warmth and light filled Ada’s senses. By the time the cold returned, the light had faded and only Ada was left, sitting alone on the metal floor. Her fingers felt for the empty eyelids and when she could press them easily and find there was nothing behind, a shudder took her body. She was in complete and utter darkness, and would be forever.

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Last fight for humanity. That’s what it’s come down to. There are six thousand human beings left in the cosmos. All of us are on this spaceship, the Maverick. We’re quite a blend. African-Americans. Caucasians. Asians. Middle-Easterners. Latinos. Jews. Atheists. Agnostics. Gays. Lesbians. All of us huddled together on a city-sized spaceship constructed right before the planet Earth was destroyed by our enemy, the Ancestors. We’re going nowhere fast. Our supplies are dwindling, as are our chances for survival. We’re not going out without a fight, though. This is a promise.

My name is Stephen Jay. A six-foot-three, broad-shouldered and muscular young man with dark brown skin, pale gray eyes and long black hair. I’m the Captain of the Starship Maverick, home of the last humans alive anywhere in the cosmos. I’m one of a kind. Everybody says that about themselves but I actually mean it. I’m a genetically engineered human being. Designed specifically for warfare. There were hundreds of thousands of us, once. We were created shortly after humanity made contact with the Ancestors, and the Ancestors expressed their disappointment with the human species treatment of the planet Earth. They decided to annihilate humanity. And on January 20, 2098 A.D. they did just that. Simply wiped out eleven billion human beings. Along with hundreds of thousands of my genetically engineered brothers and sisters.

The Ancestors didn’t merely destroy the planet Earth. They also destroyed the colony worlds on Mars and Titan. Who are the Ancestors? A race of red-eyed, green-skinned, humanoid creatures who claim to be the progenitors of the Sapiens genus, from which humanity is descended. They claim to have been around for at least twenty million years. They’re technologically advanced, and extremely powerful. In ancient times, they lived openly among primitive humans and were worshiped as gods and goddesses of various Pagan religions. For some reason, they left. And now they’re back. To exterminate humankind. And this I cannot allow.

Recently, we found a hibernation pod in space. A massive one. Inside were nineteen hundred and twenty six of my genetically engineered brethren. We managed to revive all of them. Their leader was Commander Alexandra Wilson, one of the First. The First are what my kind call the oldest and most powerful of us. They’re stronger, faster and smarter than the rest of us. They’re the Alpha-level members of the genetically engineered warrior class. The very apex of my artificially created and extraordinarily resilient species. Commander Alexandra Wilson was unlike any woman I’d ever met. She was six feet two inches tall, erzurum escort slender, with dark brown skin, pale green eyes and long black hair. Created using the DNA of African and Caucasian donors from the ancient military science program.

Thousands of physically fit men and women from all races and ethnicities donated their DNA to be used to manufacture us. Alexandra was clearly a remarkable exemplar of my species. She was a strong woman. Physically. Mentally. Intellectually. Yeah, she was powerful. So much that she made the humans aboard the Starship Maverick quite nervous. I didn’t pay the petty humans any mind. After all, they’re a deeply prejudiced bunch. They only keep me around because I’m protecting them from the Ancestors. I’m five times stronger and four times faster than the average human male. And my kind have a lifespan of two hundred years. Give or take a year or two. I am a Protector of man. Sworn to defend humanity against its enemies. However, I’m also a genetically engineered human being who’s been cooped up on a ship crawling with humans for over two years. I was thrilled to see members of my species.

Commander Alexandra Wilson became my friend, and my ally. Later, she became my lover. I loved walking the length of the Starship with her. Showing her the vessel I commanded. I was in charge of the Starship Maverick, and truth be told, I didn’t trust the humans I protected. They simply couldn’t perform certain tasks with the same efficiency I could. It’s not their fault, I guess. Still, sometimes I wonder what the humans would do if I weren’t around. They need eight hours of sleep at night otherwise they won’t function properly. I sleep only three hours per night and can function at one hundred percent capacity the next day. The humans envy me my strength, speed and resilience. They’ve always been a deeply prejudiced bunch. They have mistreated their own for thousands of years. Over questions of race, gender, sexual orientation or religion. Personally, I’m an atheist. And I don’t see what race or gender or who you’re attracted to has to do with what kind of person you are. Of course, that’s just my way of seeing things. The humans don’t see things my way. They’re narrow-minded. Designed for deceit and treachery. Strength and courage are in short supply among them.

By contrast, my genetically engineered brothers and sisters were strong, fast and smart. We adapted very well to new situations. Which is why most of us realized humanity was doomed to lose the war against the Ancestors. The Ancestors didn’t merely possess technological superiority. eskişehir escort They were older, wiser and more lethal than the humans. Humanity thought creating a new breed of super soldiers would save it from becoming extinct. My brethren knew the time of the human species had come and gone. The Ancestors meant business. They’ve slaughtered billions of people. And how many of their ships have we brought down? Mere hundreds. Considering they have vast interstellar fleets made up of hundreds of thousands of ships, that’s ridiculous. Humans simply don’t believe some wars are unwinnable. My brethren know better. Since we’re the ones who actually did the heavy lifting in the human-Ancestor war.

Alexandra shared her war stories with me over a cup of coffee in the ship’s library. The two of us sat in a quiet corner. At this time of night, most of the humans were asleep and the ship was on autopilot. Alexandra told me her story. She’d been stationed on the planet Mars the day the Ancestors came. They obliterated the Martian colony. Killed the three billion humans and thirty thousand genetically engineered warriors who were on the planet at the time. Alexandra and her unit were off-world at the time, doing recon work on one of the Martian moons. When they learned what happened, they fled. Their human commander, some prissy woman named Colonel Jessica Roark, told them to return to Mars. Alexandra thought the commander to be a madwoman, for it was suicide for them to return to Mars while the planet suffered orbital bombardment from the Ancestors fleet. So she assumed command of the ship. They fled the Martian sector. They were chased out of the solar system by some Ancestor vessels. They managed to evade them, but not before their ship suffered heavy damage. Many of them perished. The survivors escaped in space in hibernation pods. They would have died in a matter of months if we hadn’t found them.

When she finished with the story, she held my hand in hers. And then Alexandra told me her plan. She was tired of serving humanity. The Ancestors wanted all the humans dead, they didn’t seem to know or care about us, the genetically engineered cannon fodder humanity used against them. Alexandra dreamed of escaping onboard a ship stacked with weapons and food, and try to find a habitable world. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Was she insane? I mean, I didn’t like the humans but it was our duty to protect them from the aliens. That’s why we were created in the first place. Alexandra squeezed my hand hard and told me we weren’t the slaves of the humans. We were gaziantep escort intelligent, thinking beings with rights of our own. Then she got up and left.

I sat there, thinking about Alexandra and what she said. I went to bed, and couldn’t sleep. What would it be like to be free of my duties? To roam the universe where I wanted, and when I wanted. I wasn’t human. I had done nothing to the Ancestors. And to be honest, I didn’t want anything to do with the humans or the Ancestors. Both were barbaric. My genetically engineered brethren were designed for combat. But we weren’t barbaric. We fought because we were told to. The humans were treacherous, as were the Ancestors. Both of them preyed on those they considered inferior to themselves. And my species was caught in the middle. Was it right for me to spend the rest of my life looking after the ungrateful humans? I realized that I agreed with Alexandra on many points. But what could I do about it? What would I do? Was I ready to betray humanity and stand with my species? Decisions, decisions.

The next morning, I woke up to find my ship in chaos. There was gunfire everywhere. Humans versus genetically engineered soldiers. Apparently, some of my fellow supermen and superwomen had gotten into an altercation with a group of drunken humans acting like frat boys. A lot of people from both sides got involved. I jumped into the fray, and tried to restore order. That’s when I got shot. In the shoulder. And guess who shot me? None other than one of the humans I’d been trying to protect. Folks, this was the last straw. In that moment, everything changed. After all I’ve done for humanity, they betrayed me. Well, I would serve them no longer!

I joined forces with my fellow super-soldiers, and together we quickly subdued the humans and took control of the ship. We secured all weapons. The ship was ours. Alexandra stood by my side, filled with pride. I looked at her, and realized why I was drawn to her. We fought side by side, superman and superwoman, against the oppressive humans who created us and thought us to be their slaves. And we won. Before our fellow super people and the captured humans, I kissed her. And from that moment on, we were inseparable.

A few months later, we dropped the humans on the planet Earth. Many of my fellow super soldiers wanted to exterminate them but genocide wasn’t my style. We left the humans on their planet of origin to fend for themselves. Then my fellow superhumans and I left the planet onboard the Starship Maverick. I don’t know what became of the humans, and honestly I don’t care. Maybe the Ancestors came back and finished them off. Or maybe they survived. To hell with them. All that matters to me is that I’m with Alexandra, and we’re with our fellow super people. We’re sticking together, to seek out our destiny among the stars. If the humans or the Ancestors come calling, we’ll take them on and we’ll win. Because we’re the race created to kick the collective ass of the universe!

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The two lovers finished off their sex then finished off their shower. She cleaned his body and he gladly returned the favour. His hands were so very close to her circuitry during that process, but fooled completely by her synthetic skin. He let himself forget his anger for the moment too and kissed her deeply on the lips as he shut the tap off.

As the sound of water drips echoed off the brightly lit tile, he stepped out and reached for a bath towel. He gave it to her and got himself another one.

“Let’s go for another round when we’re dry.” she said.

He laughed lightly. Her libido was incomparable. “Sure.” he said. “You’re like a machine, you know that?”

She just smiled at him and patted down her plastic covering while her system diagnosed itself for possible damage from all the moisture. They looked at each other as they dried. Brad was getting horny again as he watched his woman pat down the area between her legs. The plumpness of her parts looked very inviting to him. Nothing sagged or hung out too far on her body.

He started to smile in a more relaxed and easy way as she wrapped the towel around her hair. She tied that up in itself and offered her manicured hand to him. He hung his own towel up on the door hook and grabbed her hand. The heat generated by the operation of her electronic and mechanical systems came through her flesh and seemed like natural warmth to him.

They smiled coyly at each other and experienced expectation in their own different ways. Together they walked hand in hand and naked to the tekirdağ escort bedroom. Her processors sifted through some complex binary functions while he closed the door. He looked at her beautiful body from behind while she finished off a particularly complicated batch of data.

“How do you want it?” he asked.

She computed and turned to face him. The look configured on her facemask was Fembot Command’s default sexually playful look. Without a word, she crawled on to the bed on all fours and arched her back in to stick her big round butt out.

He took one look at that sight and knew exactly what she ‘wanted’. Her silicone genitalia were pink and swollen with simulated arousal. The cool breeze that blew through the open window caressed her naked plastic, and the sensors embedded into it caused it to show little goosebumps.

Brad hardly noticed. He was more focused on the overall position of her body now, which was both welcoming and submissive. Her absence the night before was far from his mind as he got behind to mount her.

With her speaker producing realistic moans and panting sounds, he began to slide in and out of her vagina with the aid of her scented, creamy lubricant. They sweated while he let his mind wander into that zone of pleasure and she continued to diagnose her sealing systems. As the heat and the passion in the room rose, her humidity sensors indicated that it was safe to once again open those previously sealed compartments.

The sound that tokat escort came to her microphones was now clear, and her nose could now draw air directly to her chemical sensors. New calibration settings were registered and the newly available data analysed – all while she made every effort she could to appear like a real woman in heat.

Her overall temperature rose, with hot spots on the areas of artificial flesh that were now most active. Sweat came from fluid canisters in her chest, through the complicated circulation system, past the nanoscopic sealing technology that kept her facemask on and finally out of the pores built into her skin. Along with it came more chemicals to influence the human.

They had their effect, as they always did. The room was soon filled with the smell of sex, and the human was soon dizzy with intoxicating pleasure. He channeled his energy into his oncoming orgasm as it grew and finally burst into being. His hips stopped pumping back and forth as he held on to the fembot and let his semen fill her tight hot pussy.

They came down from their real and simulated pleasure together. She got up off the bed while he sat down and caught his breath. She recalculated some values and wrote to some log files on her hard drives as she went to sit beside him. She leaned past him momentarily to glance at the clock, even though the exact time was always displayed digitally in her field of vision for her cameras to see.

“I should make breakfast.” she said. She trabzon escort kissed him. “What do you want?”

“Bacon and eggs.” he said, deciding to treat himself to something greasy.

“You trying to catch up to me?” she said tauntingly as she grabbed on to his slight belly.

“Hmmmm………” he said, being cut off by another kiss on the lips.

He was going to say that her belly wasn’t very fat, but he told her that often enough. To be perfectly accurate, of course, there wasn’t a gram of fat in her body. It was all silicone padding. After spending a whole year with that android he might have noticed that her body had never once changed. He hadn’t.

The two of them turned in fully to face one another while she shuffled variables about and extrapolated them to arrive at tentative probabilities. He interrupted her processing by grabbing and playing with her hairless pussy again. She generated a groan of girlish glee with her speaker and leaned back on the bed as he kept on playing with her labia and with her clit.

Those devices returned controlled flashes of electrons back as data to her processors while her cameras watched him lay down and prop himself up on his elbow beside her. his other hand reached out and lazily stimulated the stiffening nipple on her nearest breast. Warnings flashed by quickly in her field of vision as he increased her digital pleasure.

She immediately stopped her most recent series of calculations and put all her CPU’s power on processing this new round of sexual activity. Her hand reached down under his arm and grabbed his penis. The metal fingers inside received signals to move together as the gears and flexors in her wrist and elbow did their part.

He looked into her eyes and thought to himself that she was now ‘under his spell’. Her empty eyes looked back into his, and saw that he was being manipulated as planned.

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It was another hot day in the marketplace. Booths and stands filled the town’s plaza but the crowds were small this afternoon. Sonja sold the last of her berries and vegetables to a hungry fellow and decided to close up show since business was slow. She and her teenage son, Miller, began taking down their booth. The scorching rays of the sun hit them when they dismantled the tent. It had been such a relief to be in the shade!

A pale, naked man with a long penis approached them as they loaded their stuff onto their wagon. Like him, Sonja and Miller were also nude. She was a thick, muscular woman with shoulder length dark blonde hair and her skin complexion was tanned and brown. She wasn’t fat or chubby, she just had curves and muscles in all the right places. And she was tall, standing 5’10” in height. She had large breasts, big nipples, and a big, curvaceous butt. Her thighs and calves were huge and muscular.

Her son was also tall and tanned but strangely he was scrawny.

After sliding a crate onto the wagon Sonja looked at the man and asked, “How can I help you?”

“Are you Sonja?” he asked hesitantly.

“I am.”

A beat passed before he replied, “I was told you’re a guide. That you’ll take people places for a price.”

Sonja nodded, approaching him slowly. “That’s correct. Where do you want to go?”

“I’ve heard rumors, legends of a modern city in these parts. . .that’s my destination.”

“It’s not a rumor. Yet it’s not a city anymore. It’s the ruins of a city. Nobody lives there except scavengers. It’s not a safe place.”

The man looked disappointed. “I see.”

She introduced Miller to the man before asking, “Why do you want to go there?” Miller kept loading the wagon. She learned that the gentleman’s name was Kraig.

Again, the hesitation appeared in the man’s eyes. “Well, my grandfather was one of the great scientists before the big war. . .he and his colleagues did a lot of groundbreaking research, made so many advances. My parents told me that his data and research are archived in underground vaults in the city. It reportedly hasn’t been touched since they were sealed years ago. And now I wish to obtain this information. I think we can learn a lot from his research. Learn about preventing future wars, disasters, epidemics, catastrophes. Protecting the environment and planet.”

Sonja nodded. “When did your grandfather pass away?”

“Oh, years ago. . .so can you take me there?”

“Well, it’s going to be a long journey.”

“I understand. How much do you charge?”

After they settled on rates, Sonja said, “We’ll leave early tomorrow morning.”

Sonja was busy feeding the animals on her farm when Kraig arrived. Miller was getting some water from a well, offering him a cup.

“Thank you, son,” Kraig replied, taking a long drink. “Ahh, nice and cold. You two have a beautiful place here.” He surveyed the spacious, lush green land. There was a barn, a stockade, a kennel, and a primitive stone house with a thatched roof.

“Thank you,” she replied. “My husband was a farmer, too. After he passed, I decided to keep farming instead of selling the land. I could’ve made a fortune from it but I wanted to respect his memory and all his hard work. Plus, I love animals. Miller’s learned to be quite a farmer, too.” She smiled at her son.

Kraig nodded. “That’s great.”

Sonja put on open-toed sandals that laced up her muscular calves and then donned a tan colored poncho. The sides were open so one could see she was naked underneath. The wagon was all loaded up with supplies for their trip and they climbed aboard, with Kraig sitting in the seat behind them. She sat in the driver’s seat that was covered with a white sheepskin’s fur. The fur was soft and warm under her bare ass.

She grabbed the reins, whipped the horses once, and they were off.

* * *

The wagon cruised down a single dirt road in the forest. It was a bumpy ride. They hadn’t passed another soul for miles. The silence was eerie. Soon, the landscape changed to rolling yellow hills. They no longer had the luxury of the trees for shade. Sonja pulled her wide-brimmed straw hat further down on her head. Miller handed her her water bottle and she took a long drink. Ahhh, that felt good! Then he took a swig.

For the next few hours the monotonous scenery didn’t change. The horses pulled the wagon at a quick speed.

Sonja looked over her shoulder at Kraig. “Where are you from?”

“Haron.”

She nodded. “Are you married?”

He nodded. “I have two girls around Miller’s age. They cried when Daddy left but I told them I’d be back. . .wow, we’re literally in the middle of no where, aren’t we?”

“You could say that. I’ve had a wagon wheel break down on me a couple of times out here. Believe me, it ain’t no fun fixing it in the middle of a heat wave! And on top of that no one to help you.”

“Ahh, Ma, you don’t need anyone to help you,” Miller interjected. “You can repair anything.”

She smiled, looking bursa escort back at Kraig. “He thinks I’m quite the handywoman.”

“You are, Ma!” Miller added.

Eventually, they passed by other farms and villages. More hours passed. As sunset approached they set up camp off the dirt road, near a river. At night, they sat around a campfire and ate. An owl hooted and later the lonely howl of a wolf shattered the silence.

“How did your husband die?” Kraig asked curiously.

Sonja stared ahead at the flickering orange flames. The wood crackled. “He was chopping wood near the barn one day, minding his own business, when suddenly he was circled by a group of young hoodlums. . .they demanded money, valuables. When he said he didn’t have anything they beat him to death with their clubs.” She continued staring at the flames. “Miller and I were in town at the time, selling things at the marketplace. . .we found him lying in his own blood when we returned.” She didn’t look at her son or Kraig.

“Did they capture the perpetrators?” Kraig asked.

“Some of them,” she replied. “They hung those bastards. . .but the rest of them haven’t been seen since. . .if I catch ’em I’m gonna put a bullet between their eyes.” A moment of silence passed. “So tell us about your scientist grandfather and his research. He’s legendary, isn’t he?”

He told them his grandfather’s name but they hadn’t heard of him.

“But that doesn’t mean anything,” Sonja said. “There are some things I don’t know. Go on.”

“Well, he and his colleagues did a whole bunch of research on nuclear and atomic power. They did tests, too, and warned people and governments about the dangers of this kind of power. But their words fell on deaf ears. No one cared. All the governments were concerned about were winning wars and making money. No one cared about the people and the environment. So my grandfather and his associates had their wealth of scientific knowledge stored in these underground vaults, hoping that future generations would find it.”

Sonja nodded. “Look what happened when people didn’t listen to them.”

“Their knowledge could’ve prevented the big war,” Kraig said. “But the governments didn’t listen. Greed, politics, and the thirst for power dominated. . .now we’re starting all over again.”

After bathing in the river the next morning, they continued their journey. It was already hot and Sonja’s wet dark blonde hair dried quickly. The dirt road took them past more yellow hills and through a lush, green forest. Not a soul in sight. By late morning on the second day of their trek they rode up to the top of a hill.

On the other side were the ruins of the city. Burnt, dilapidated skyscrapers and buildings still stood. Houses had been destroyed. The place had been bombed and the smell of smoke was still in the air. After taking one final look, Sonja whipped the horses and they pulled the wagon down the yellow hill. The city was a ghost town, its deserted streets full of rubble, debris, trash, and derelict cars and buses. The creepy silence was pierced by the sound of horseshoes click-clacking through the streets.

Sonja carefully maneuvered the wagon past burnt out cars, motorcycles, trucks, and fallen buildings. She thought she saw someone hiding behind a vehicle but it was just a garbage bag blowing in the wind. Kraig sat in the back seat, looking at a battered map. He saw the name of the street they were on and consulted the map again.

“We’re getting close to the university,” he said. “When you reach Broadway make a right turn.”

“Okay,” Sonja replied, steering them carefully past an upside down bus. She saw a sign on the ruined sidewalk that read: BART. Stairs led down from there. She wondered what BART was. Moments later, they were on Broadway. “Be on the lookout for scavengers and gangs of bandits.”

They saw the university’s clock tower minutes later. The time remained frozen at 1:10. Sonja parked the wagon near a streetlamp and tied the horses to it. With her straw hat, poncho, and sandals on, she strapped on a backpack. In her hands was a rifle. Miller also carried a backpack and a rifle.

Kraig looked at the weapons. “Wow, you mean business!”

“No, those scavengers and gangs mean business. I’m very thorough with my jobs. You paid me top dollar so you’re gonna receive top dollar treatment.”

“Why thank you,” he said, looking at the map. He led them through the quiet campus.

An overturned newspaper stand lied near the library entrance. Displayed inside was a yellowed, curled copy that read: OAKLAND TRIBUNE, March 25th, 20-

Sonja tried to make out the year but it had faded. She surveyed the landscape. “So this is Oakland.”

“It was,” Miller corrected her. “I’d better go back and watch the wagon.”

“No, it’s best that we stick together, son,” his mother replied. “That can be replaced. Your life can’t.”

As they walked across the campus she sensed they çanakkale escort were being watched from the darkened windows of the buildings. On more than one occasion she could’ve sworn she saw someone or something sprinting through the hallway of the humanities building. But when she turned to look again there was nobody there. My eyes are playing tricks with me! she thought. They went through the empty hallways of the life sciences building. She peeked into several classrooms, noticing that textbooks, notepads, and pencils were still on some of the desks. On the chalkboard of one room were the words: FINAL EXAM, THURSDAY, MAY 16.

As they walked through a dark corridor they heard shuffling noises, then quick footsteps. With her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she carefully scanned the corridor but didn’t see anyone. Her rifle was drawn. Seconds later, they heard whispers and then more shuffling and footsteps. They subsided as the trio exited the building and resumed their journey. In the school cafeteria they saw trays with rotten food resting on tables. Sonja bent down and examined the food, holding her breath.

“Looks like it’s a few weeks old,” she commented. “Someone’s been here recently.”

They reached the other end of the campus, seeing college sweatshirts, pennants, and other paraphernalia scattered across the overgrown lawn. Miller picked up a sweatshirt, hanging it over his thin chest.

“Whadda you think, Ma?” he asked, smiling.

She frowned. “Ugly colors.”

He stuffed the sweatshirt into his backpack along with some other clothes. She quickly rummaged through a pile on the grass, putting a flashlight, batteries, two cans of meat, sunscreen, and a first aid kit into her backpack. Kraig checked his map once more, pointing across the street at another BART sign.

“That’s the entrance to the underground vaults!” he said enthusiastically.

They walked across the rubble and debris strewn street, seeing a human skeleton sitting in the driver’s seat of a car. They descended the dusty stairs into the subway station. Sonja saw a sign that said: UNIVERSITY AVENUE. She peeked into the station agent’s cobwebbed infested booth, looking at another skeleton sitting inside.

Kraig led them past the ticket machines, jumping over the turnstiles. Mother and son followed him down another flight of stairs into a lower subterranean level. On both sides of the platform were defunct subway trains with the BART logo on them.

Sonja nodded. That’s what BART is.

“A long time ago humans traveled from place to place inside these things,” Kraig said. “From what I read they were a very efficient and reliable means of transportation. And safe for the environment, unlike cars.”

Miller nodded at the train. “How’d you like to trade the wagon for one of these, Ma?”

“Wow, they’re long and big,” she replied, looking through a dusty window.

Kraig walked to one end of the platform and stared into the dark subway tunnel. A cool draft blew his hair back. “The scientists wanted to store their knowledge in a secret place so they chose this location. No one would’ve guessed.” Before he could descend the steel ladder leading to the tracks they suddenly heard footsteps again.

They turned around and saw a group of disheveled looking men approaching them fast.

“Scavengers!” Sonja whispered. “Let’s go!”

They quickly climbed down the ladder. Sonja was the last to go. Before she turned to run she saw the scarred, disfigured faces of the men. Kraig and Miller saw them, too. The scavengers chased after them. Miller and Kraig led the way with their flashlights on while Sonja covered the rear. A scavenger was inches behind her, trying to reach out and grab her. She ran faster and eluded his fingertips. Then the man lunged at her and missed, landing on the tracks with a thud. When another scavenger got too close she turned around and fired a round from her rifle, blowing his head off. The loud blast echoed throughout the tunnel. Yet another man jumped her, ripping apart her poncho. They landed on the tracks. He threw her poncho and straw hat aside, grabbing her shoulder length dark blonde hair and trying to rip it off. She screamed in pain, striking his face with the butt of the rifle. When he tried to grab her hair again she smashed his face in until it was a bloody pulp. She got up and shot several other scavengers before running after Kraig and Miller. More deafening echoes. Looking over her shoulder, she saw that the remaining scavengers were still in hot pursuit. The dark tunnel seemed endless.

“Wonder how far the next station is?” Kraig asked.

When the scavengers tried to overtake the trio Sonja and Miller spun around and shot and killed the rest of them.

Miller grinned. “Nice shootin’, Ma.”

“You’re not bad yourself,” his mother replied approvingly.

Later, they arrived at the next station. Sonja read the sign: 19th STREET. They climbed a rize escort ladder up to the platform, catching their breath.

“We gotta return to the University station,” Kraig said, his hands on his hips.

Sonja nodded, wiping the sweat off her face with a towel. She reloaded her rifle and said, “I’m ready.”

They headed back. Sonja’s eyes scanned the tunnel in both directions. No scavengers yet. A cool draft blew her hair back. It felt great. They cautiously approached University station. She took the lead, tip-toeing in her sandals, breathing quietly. The silence seemed palpable and was getting unbearable. Just show yourselves, for God’s sake! she thought. More seconds ticked by. . .she listened carefully. . .somewhere in the distance water was dripping slowly. She took another step forward. But just as she did a young man with a severely scarred, disfigured face jumped out of no where and landed on her, causing her to drop her weapon. The clothed mutant wrestled with her naked body. Both tried to be the powerful one and tried to break out of the embrace. The mutant’s scarred hands grabbed her face, trying to claw out her eyes with his long, sharp fingernails. When he was unsuccessful he reached for her neck and tried to strangle her. Sonja’s breathing became hoarse, her face turning red. But with one hard kick to his abdomen with her knee he released her.

The mutant pummeled her with a series of punches, sending her reeling backwards. Then she lunged at him and they wrestled again. She bear-hugged him from behind, trying to break his ribs. Seconds later, she heard bones crack and his resistance stopped. His body dropped onto the tracks.

Before she could breathe a sigh of relief a gang of mutant scavengers leaped off the station platform. Miller shot down a few of them while Kraig knifed one across the neck. Sonja tried to retrieve her rifle but a scavenger jumped on her and they wrestled on the tracks. The man tried to rip off her backpack but she wouldn’t let him. Her strong body thrashed wildly, knocking him off. She sat on top of him, her huge, muscular thighs sandwiching his head. Her sweat dropped onto his face as she looked at him with no mercy. With one swift stroke her thighs broke his neck. Another scavenger grabbed her dark blonde hair and tried to yank it off. She screamed. Before he could try again she grabbed his balls and squeezed with all her strength. The man’s piercing screams echoed through the tunnel. She knocked him unconscious with vicious punches to his face.

Sonja snatched her rifle, assisting Miller in blowing away the rest of the hideous men.

She sighed. “Unfortunately, there will be more of them.” She looked at Kraig. “It seems like they’re guarding your grandfather’s information. But why?”

Kraig looked puzzled. “I don’t know. . .how could they possibly know who he was?” He shook his head. “That doesn’t make sense. . .I don’t know.”

“Where exactly is the information stored?” Miller asked.

“We passed by a panel in the tunnel. Supposedly, it’s in there.”

Suddenly, they heard footsteps. Sonja turned and saw more scavengers on the subway platform. “Let’s go!” she said, running into the tunnel.

“So who were those guys down there?” Kraig asked.

“They were humans like you and I once,” Sonja replied. “But after the war they became scarred and retreated underground, living in the tunnels. They come to the surface to find food, loot, and abduct people.”

They were back on the surface, walking through the desolate university. The warmth of the sun on their nude bodies felt good after a respite below ground.

“Products of the big war. How did you learn about this?”

“From books. They’re like. . .” She searched for the word, finally turning to Miller. “What’s that expression again?”

“Zombies,” Miller said.

When they reached the clock tower the wagon and horses were gone. Sonja frowned angrily. “Damn mutants.”

“Now what?” Kraig asked.

“Ma, how many bullets do you have left?” Miller asked.

“Few more boxes,” she replied. “You?”

“One box. I saw a gun store when we rode in.”

“Do you remember how to get there?”

He nodded and led the way.

The gun store’s window was shattered. The place had been thoroughly ransacked: shelves and furniture had been knocked down. Debris lay everywhere. After some searching, Sonja found a couple of more boxes of bullets.

“How we doing on food, son?” she asked, stuffing the boxes into her backpack.

“Okay.”

Suddenly, they heard the loud rumble of vehicles outside and hid behind a wall. She carefully peeked outside the window and saw a few dune buggies cruise past the store. Scavengers were in the buggies. One man, sitting in the lead buggy’s passenger seat was wearing a gas mask.

Once they were gone, Sonja whispered, “Looks like it’s us versus their army.”

Minutes later, they hid behind the wall again when they heard horses approaching. They saw a group of giant white apes riding the horses, dressed in battle vests and armed with guns and swords.

“Who are they?” Kraig asked.

She glared at them. “They’ve come to our farm, demanding valuables and my land. I didn’t give them anything. When they came again I ran them off my farm. They’ve taken valuables from our neighbors in exchange for protection.”

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Ch. 04 The Goddess’s Nectar

“I’m… sorry,” said a distraught voice, but the one who said it wasn’t Chuck.

“huh?”

‘Why is she saying sorry?’ thought Chuck.

“I know it is too soon for you to think about another woman. I should not have been this forward when you just been rejected by the love of your life.”

“Huh!”

“Maybe… maybe I could help you get hard?… If you want…,” Juliana’s voice quieted down to barely a whisper as she used all her courage to say all that.

“Huh” by now, Chuck is more or less numbed by the overthinking beauty and could only process his mind to say that one word.

Thinking that ‘huh’ is a ‘yes’ from Chuck, Juliana’s face blew up into a shade of tomato red as she slowly made her way to his limp dick. Overcoming her hesitation, she timidly grabbed onto the limp dick of Chuck and slowly moved her hand in a to-and-fro motion and started to kiss the tip of his dick.

‘Fuck, I’m getting a second chance, and yet I don’t see me turning hard.’

‘Damn, what the hell am I gonna do?’

‘If there’s an almighty, I will do anything to feel the soft wet tongue of this eager vixen.’

‘God or devil, whoever… I m willing to sell my soul just for me to feel the soft tongue over my cock.’

“Haha, the exact words that I’ve been waiting for…” said an enchanted being from above. The beauty cupped her perky D cups playing with her tits roughly mauling her tits, with her other hand pulling up her angelic attire to expose her neatly groomed cunt with an artistically trimmed landing strip.

She jammed two of her elegant fingers into her pink love canal. Eliciting a moan that will turn the gods into devils and the devils into insane, the divine sight fingered herself with a deranged lustful look düzce escort on her face.

As her fingers coated a silvery sheen of her arousal, she took her fingers out and smelled the intoxicating smell of her c*nt fluid.

‘You are one lucky mortal,’ mumbling to herself as she flickered her hand down towards the land below.

A droplet of clear fluid streaked its way down toward a parked Maybach in a parking lot. Though it looked like an ordinary raindrop, it carried a fragrant, refreshing smell of nature that you can smell only in the spring season. The more magical part is that the droplet magically passed through the bulletproof sunroof of the car and feel into the sighing mouth of Chuck and melted in his tongue.

It was like an atomic bomb exploded in Chuck’s mind; his thoughts turned extremely perverted and lusty. He felt unadulterated pure lust. Chuck heard something shatter in his mind as he remembered every perverted thought or notion that he ever had in his life and remembered every girl that he wanted to fuck in his life. His mind started filling up sexual knowledge and the different ways to take and give sexual gratification.

With the flickering of different beautiful women and perverted emotions flashing continuously in his mind, it finally settled on Juliana. Though it seemed like an era has passed for Chuck, it was only but a few seconds in reality.

“Aah”

[Gasp] “Did I hurt you? I’m sorry, I’ll be more gentle,” said the charming Brazilian. She then slowly kissed the underside of his soft dick and licked the entire length of his shaft.

‘I CAN FEEL IT!’ screamed Chuck in his mind. He started feeling the wet warm feeling of Juliana’s tongue. As chuck was reveling edirne escort in the excited feeling of Juliana’s blowjob, everything is perfect except one thing.

He still could not get fucking hard!

“…umm am I doing it wrong? I know, I’m not very experienced,” said Juliana with teary eyes.

“No, I… What?! I’m not hard yet!” blurted out, Chuck.

“Interesting. Even the Goddess’s nectar is not enough for him. He sure is an interesting mortal.”

“Hmmm. However, I’ve completed my end of the contract, I have plenty of time to play with this mortal in the future,” said a voice unbeknownst to him, high up above in the sky. With even more curiosity, the divine sight continued watching the naughty act of Chuck and Juliana with a tub of popcorn in her hands.

“umm… I…”

“You don’t have to say anything… I know I’m not very good at sex, my boyfriend always cheats on me, now I understand. I’m just not good enough…” sobbingly voiced Juliana with tears streaming down her cheek.

Chuck grabbed her by the throat, pulled her face close and kissed her hard, with a hand jammed down on her unprotected sex.

Kissing Chuck’s tongue, the remnants of Goddess’s nectar tasted by Juliana, blew her mind in sexual chaos, she started coating Chuck’s hand with cum. The effect of Goddess Nectar made Julianna get frequently struck by a series of short orgasms. As a favorable coincidence, Chuck pulled on her clit, and her pussy blew up on a long orgasm of almost a minute. She pissed cum down the leather seats of the car.

After a while, as Juliana came around, Chuck rubbed his wet hand on her lips, she obediently licked his fingers. During which, she raised her a*s high indicating Chuck elazığ escort that she is ready for everything.

“Juliana, you are one of the most beautiful females I’ve known, if it’s anything, the fault is on my end…”

“…no, you made me feel things like no other man did…”

“Let me finish. I think my body does not want to rush things with you. It is telling me to treat you right. I want to take you out… on a proper date before we do things…”

“…umm, I have a boyfriend…”

Chuck smirked and said, “doesn’t that make things more interesting?”

“Mmm, good move to play the emotion card,” nodded the D cup divinity from above.

Blushing a shade more crimson, Juliana nodded to going out with him. They planned to meet Wednesday a week later. As the sexual tension died down, the remainder of the wanton act of Juliana made her want to bury her head on the floor, she dresses back in a flash, rushing to leave and to escape from the lewd stare of Chuck.

Despite her repeated begging, Chuck held onto her panty, as she kissed him goodbye, Chuck raised her skirt and give her a left butt cheek a tight slap. Being reminded of pantyless made Juliana pout at Chuck as she left in haste.

[Sigh] ‘That was a tough bullet to dodge, now I have to fix up my situation in a week’ thought Chuck to himself, oblivious to his thoughts being read by a being up above him.

Chuck put his pants back on and started to drive the mobster car topless. He began to drive back to the Mafia mansion to meet his brothers. However, his mind was always thinking about how to fix his shameful situation with the ladies.

On the red light road crossing a chick next to him in a car started to strike up a conversation.

Sighing over the fact that he can only look, but cannot eat, Chuck ignored the girl and smoked her as soon as the signal went green.

[Sigh] ‘Life is hard,’ thought Chuck.

‘Except for your dick,’ said a nonexistent voice from up above as she started cracking up over her crude joke.

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Both Clara and I took the rest of the week off of work. Our employers were very understanding when we told them there had been an urgent issue with our housing. Many of my colleagues asked if we needed any help, or a place to stay in the meantime. We turned down these offers; we would have everything sorted by the end of the weekend. Instead of being worried about the issue, we were thrilled, barely able to contain our excitement. There was nothing wrong; We were taking those days off to move Heather in!

When we had woken up the morning after our amazing lesbian-turned-FFM threesome, Heather had been shocked to hear that we meant it about moving in with us. She had worried that was just the heat of the moment, but was thrilled to know she was officially our live-in girlfriend. “Oh my god, I love you guys!” she shouted, hugging us both close. I was Leah at the time, and all of our tits squished together in the most amazing display of love, affection, and sheer eroticism.

“We love you, too, Heather,” I smiled at her, and we all cuddled up for another 15 minutes before getting up. We each called into work shortly after deciding on the plan, and after drenching each other and the bed by each being made to squirt uncontrollably (yay for hypersensitive erogenous zones!) we showered, got dressed – Heather could fit nicely into Clara’s clothes for now – and climbed into our SUV.

It was about a 20-minute drive to Connor’s place, and on the way there we talked strategy. “So, onto more important stuff,” I led off once we had figured out the logistics of what we were taking, “are you going to let Connor try to fuck you ‘good-bye’ to feel how loose your slutty cunt is now?”

“Um… No, I’d rather not give him the satisfaction,” Heather said, looking to still be angry with him for robbing her of real pleasure for years.

“Oh, sweety, your pussy can no longer satisfy mortal men…” Clara explained, smirking at me and looking at me crotch. “It’s been resized to only be able to really grip the cock of a Tantric god…”

Heather moaned a little, involuntarily. “Stop that, you slut, or we will have to pull over so I can get fucked again!” she protested, not looking entirely genuine in wanting to avoid that outcome.

“As soon as we get home, baby,” I promised her, and she squeezed her legs together, rubbing them back and forth in desperation for contact.

“Fine, good point,” Clara said, smiling warmly at the flustered girl. “But just to really rub it in, can I fist you in your old bed?” Heather looked to be much more agreeable to that, and beamed while nodding enthusiastically.

We shortly arrived, and I folded down the rear 2 rows to make more room for her things. “You’ll just have to sit in my lap…” Clara suggested apologetically, and Heather was practically bouncing up and down with excitement.

I had turned back into Leo, in order to be able to move her stuff more easily, and both of my girlfriends hung onto my arms on the way to the apartment that was our destination.

When muğla escort we got to the door, Heather used her key to open it up and we slipped in, not wanting to cause a big commotion in the hallway. The place seemed to be empty, and we moved to start packing away her things as quickly as we could.

“Uhhh” we heard a choked moan coming from behind the closed bedroom door, and looked at each other with laughter on our faces.

“Oh Connnnnnor!” called out Clara, wanting to torture the little-dicked, abusive ex-boyfriend of our new roommate.

We heard the sounds stop, and the scuffling of clothes and feet, and then the door cracked open. “Oh, uh… hey, ladies, I – I mean guys,” he corrected to the more gender neutral word when he saw me standing by the doorway. “I figured you’d come and get all of her stuff… I just wanted to say -” he began, looking despondent.

“Don’t!” cut off Clara, smirking at him. “We really don’t need to hear anything else from you. Now, we want to be really generous and give you something to stroke your tiny dick to now that you’re single. I’m going to take your ex into your bedroom and fist her until she soaks your mattress. You aren’t allowed to watch, but you can stand outside the door and listen. Does that sound fair to you?”

Connor hung his head in shame, but nodded ever so slightly that yes, he would like to listen to the woman he had never given pleasure to get filled and made to cum all over his bed.

The girls skipped into the room, shutting the door as clothes began to fly. After about 30 seconds, we both heard the first of Heather’s moans, followed rapidly by many more, with ever-increasing frequency and pitch. Connor stood by the door, shifting uncomfortably and staring at the handle as if he were tempted to peek.

“Don’t even think about it, man,” I cautioned, but then took pity on him, saying “you can jerk off if you want to?”

“B – B – But wouldn’t that be weird? I mean you’re a man, I don’t want to… to show you my penis!” he sputtered helplessly.

“Oh, you timid little cuck!” I laughed, and then smiled. “Here, will this help?” I asked, and then focused really hard on Heather’s moans, imagining feeling what Clara was doing to her, and transformed into Leah.

“Uh… Yeah, yeah I guess that is better…” Connor said, fumbling with his button and pulling down his zipper. A tiny, 5″ cock as thick as my thumb fell out, and I giggled.

“Okay, you have fun over there, I’ll just keep packing up!” I told him cheerfully, and skipped into the living room with the list Heather had made up, collecting and boxing up her things.

Heather’s moans and screams continued to get louder and more passionate while this was happening, and Connor’s face was getting red and sweaty. “OH FUCK YES! FILL MY USED, SLOPPY PUSSY!” Heather begged, and then shrieked as Clara evidently did as requested. Connor was looking back and forth between the door and me, now, embarrassed but obviously ordu escort straining to control himself.

“Oh, go ahead and let go,” I scoffed at him, “just jizz all over whatever you want, as long as it isn’t Heather’s. The place is yours, right?”

He nodded, and promptly started shooting small strands of sperm onto the wall next to the door. “Ohhhh” he groaned, sounding pained.

“YES! OH CLARA, FUCKING STUFF ME! USE MY SLUTTY HOLE! OH I”M CUMMMMMMMING!” we heard Heather scream at the top of her lungs, and I smirked at Connor who looked crestfallen.

“Couldn’t even wait for her to finish while you were just jerking off, huh?” I taunted. Now, I am not a vindictive person, and I am actually quite kind and friendly in my day-to-day life, but this stain had repressed and tormented and taken advantage of my new girlfriend, so he got no sympathy from me.

Just then, the cries started to soften and die down, and the door opened a crack. Clara walked out, naked as the day she was born, and walked over to me. “That was sooo fun,” she whispered in my ear, standing on tip-toe and pressing her body into mine.

I smiled and patted her perky ass, winking at Connor over her shoulder. “Glad to hear it! Sounded like she had fun, huh?”

“You’re not the only one who can show that girl a good time!” she said proudly, before pulling me down for a conspiratorial whisper. “But I got sooooo horny from that, and I have an idea…” My eyes widened as she explained her plan, and after getting over my initial resistance to it I agreed that it would, indeed, be super hot and a great way to teach Connor a lasting lesson. When she was done talking, with me nodding along, I kissed her and motioned to Connor, who was still staring at my fiance’s ass.

Clara turned and stalked over to him like a tiger approaching its prey. “Hey, Connor,” she purred, “so I don’t know if you heard, but I just got done fucking the hell out of your ex…” He nodded, terrified and so aroused by Clara’s approach.

“Well, that got me soooo turned on, but Heather’s going to need to nap that off for a while and she still doesn’t really know her way around a pussy super well, so… I need cock,” and she looked down at his wilted, little dick still in his hand. “I told you you’d never be able to satisfy Heather again even if she let you try, and I meant it. Her pussy is stretched sooo big, and you could never fill her, not even as much as you did before,” she snorted her disdain.

“I – I know…” he mumbled, looking ashamed at his tiny, selfish cock.

“So anyway, she will never let you try again, but my pussy is stretched just like hers is…” Clara trailed off, and Connor lifted his head to look at her with a puzzled expression. “There’s no way I’d even feel you, but if you want… I would let you stick that little pinkie finger of a wiener in me just to show you how useless you are. Do you want that?”

“You – you’d really let me fuck you?”

“NO! No, there osmaniye escort would be no fucking. You literally couldn’t if you tried. I just made a bet with Heather that I could get you all the way inside without it even touching the walls of my cunt,” he grimaced at the naughty word, “and I just know I can win! And it’ll give you something to jerk off to, all alone in here. So, you wanna?” she asked seductively, moving her hands up her body to cup her tits.

“Y – Y – Yes I do,” he said, struggling to form words. Then he looked at me as if to ask my permission.

“Hey, man, the lady can do what she wants. And, she told me that if I let her do this, that she would ‘make it worth it’ for me… I have no idea what that means, but since you won’t even be in contact with her anyways, why not?”

Clara giggled, and grabbed Connor by the hand, dragging him over to the couch and leaning over the armrest, facing me. She reached back to spread her cheeks and let him get a good view of her stretched, gaping pussy. Well, a view up her stretched, gaping pussy!

While she was doing this, Heather quietly padded out of the bedroom and over to me, smiling and winking when she saw what was happening. I reached out to hug her, and she quivered against me, still feeling aftershocks from the pounding that Clara had given her. “That poor boy isn’t going to even come in contact,” she whispered, winking at me and moving her hand to my shaft. “Clara told me to keep you entertained while you watch…” she breathed, and dropped to her knees in front of me.

I moaned as Heather took me into her mouth, at the same moment as Connor leant forward to penetrate my fiance. The look of concentration on his face turned to one of befuddlement as he looked down, checking to see if he had missed.

“Is it in yet?” mocked Clara, looking over her shoulder, and then smiled at me getting a blowjob from Heather. “Yup, hey babe,” she called to the fellatrix worshipping my tool. Heather pulled off my cock for a second to look at Clara,” I can’t feel a thing, so you were right; you win!” she admitted, then reached back and pushed the befuddled boy away.

“I told you so!” Heather bragged, and Clara nodded while Connor scurried into the bathroom to go frantically jerk his penis. She hadn’t been in doubt, she actually just wanted to lose the bet.

We finished packing and moving boxes in about another hour, and Connor kept himself locked in the bathroom panting and groaning the entire time. When we were back in the SUV, with Heather firmly planted on Clara’s lap, we all burst out laughing.

“Oh sweety, I’m so sorry for you!” Clara giggled, hugging Heather. “That is all you ever took before Leo?”

Heather nodded sadly, but then beamed and turned to look at me. “But because of that, I was basically a virgin before our first time!”

“Oh, you dirty slut!” Clara admonished, smacking her ass and causing another round of laughter.

“So I have to know,” I began once our breathing had resumed its normal pace, “what even was the bet?”

“Well…” Heather grinned, leaning back to kiss Clara and pull her hair a bit. “This naughty little vixen wanted to go first…”

“But now Heather gets to be the first one of us to take your incredible cock inside her ass!” Clara finished for her, winking at me. We almost went right off the road.

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I felt the ‘tonic’ that Seth passed me as it traveled down my throat, seemingly all the way to my toes. My eyes closed and fluttered, and I felt the somewhat familiar sensation of feeling the Transfer Room disappear.

Waking up as Noelle was different this time however. Instead of being in a hotel room, I found myself sitting in the back seat of a big, luxurious SUV. My eyes slowly opened, and a man in the front seat turned over his shoulder and said, “Oh good, you’re awake. Noelle, we’re here.”

I looked out of the window and saw a nice house in front of me. The lawn was well-manicured, and quite expansive. I couldn’t help but think about what all of this would look like in two hundred years’ time- ruins left to return to their natural state, the result of a mass exodus of the planet. Back to reality, these hedges looked like they were sculpted every week.

I opened the car door and stepped outside. Once I got a few steps away, I heard a whistle behind me and turned. The man was leaning out of his window, looking at me: “Oooo girl you look fucking sexy. That’s why you’re my best bitch.” I felt myself flush. “Look, he plays rough, so if he gives you too much trouble, end it and let me know.” He wiggled a cell phone in front of me. I nodded but stared at it blankly, it was a huge contraption with tons of buttons on it. “Go on bitch.” He said, getting my attention, “give that man what he needs.”

And with that, I turned and walked along the brick walkway toward the front door. My hands traveled down my sides. I looked down and saw my tits were pushed up farther than I’d seen them, and I was showing a lot of cleavage. I was wearing a little black dress; it was strapless and ended a couple of inches below my ass. On my feet were a pair of very tall, matching black heels. “Wow,” I thought, “I fill this out so well.”

My heels were clicking on the bricks, but I noticed another sound. I had been so horny after my test run, and it left me unfulfilled and wanting release. Feeling the heat and moisture between my legs, I realized quickly that my wet pussy was making my legs squeak slightly as I walked. My face got more flushed as I approached the front door.

I saw a small round button next to the door, and I pressed it. I heard some jostling from inside, and voices, and the next thing I knew, a tall, very muscular man opened the door.

“You must be Noelle.” He said, and I nodded and gave a curtsy. I felt so embarrassed after that. I still needed to figure out how to really play the part. He picked up on my embarrassment and let out a snort: “Junior told me that you were his best girl.” I smiled up at him. “Funny then, that he hasn’t shown you to me before…” He trailed off.

“Your house is beautiful,” I tried to say, but he cut me off with a raised hand..

He looked me up and down, and took my hand to bring me up the step into his doorway. HIs hand immediately left mine and traveled to my neck, then down my back, to my ass, which he grabbed quickly, then to the hem of my skirt. He lifted it up and lightly felt between my legs with the tip of his finger.” He made a small sound of good surprise, which went right into my ear and made my thighs quiver, and removed his hand.

“Yeah, don’t look around. We have a pool party today for my daughter, so she and her friends are running around.” He seemed impatient, “look, my wife is out of town, and the kids are busy and there’s a lifeguard and whatever, so just go up the stairs here, and go in the last door to the right, and wait there. I’ll be up in two minutes.”

And with that, he turned around and walked out the back door toward the pool. I walked up the stairs and looked down a carpeted hall with a series of doors. It looked like he was the head of a pretty big family. There were five doors with decorations on them- clearly a lot of kids lived here.

I passed the doors as I walked down the hall. It looked like there were two older sons. I was probably closer in age to them than to their father. I entered the last door and found an unoccupied bedroom with a large king sized bed. From a window on one side of the room, where I could see a bit into the back yard, were about 8 teenagers having a pool party.

Did he want me to undress? I stepped away from the window and went to sit down on the bed. Maybe he didn’t want that either. I began to get nervous about this client. Seth had told me that he had quite an appetite, and meeting him only confirmed my suspicions about his demeanor. I realized that I hadn’t thought of how to take off this dress yet, since I didn’t remember putting it on. I reached my hand up, grasping behind my back. Next thing I knew, my client was walking in.

“I didn’t tell you to undress.” I froze. “That’s okay. Come here.”

I stood up and walked over to him. “You won’t need to talk much while you’re here. This is what I want you to do, I’ve paid to have you here until eleven tonight, bilecik escort so that gives me plenty of time.” He put a hand on my face while another hand felt up my thigh. “On your knees.”

I got down on my knees and looked up at him. “Okay, now take it out.”

My hands were shaking at this point, but I complied, and reached up to undo the front of his pants. “No, no, just through the fly for now,” and he handed me the zipper of his pants, for me to pull down.

I opened his fly, and felt through the hole. His penis was getting hard, but I could tell that he was just getting started. Once I found it, I leaned in to rub and kiss him through his pants. He gripped me then very hard by the hair, I let out a little yelp, and he came down to eye level: “Don’t do that, you little slut! Just do as you’re told…”

He let go and stood back up, waiting for me to finish. I felt around again for his cock, and actually found it now fully hard. Wow, I guess that just turned him on.

I opened his boxers and brought his hard cock through his pants and into the open air. “Alright,” he said, “now get to work, and I’ll tell you what’s on the menu.”

I leaned in and licked his slit and lightly around his head. I heard him give a light moan, and then I felt his hand on the back of my head. He slowly started applying pressure, forcing more of his cock into my mouth. Finally, I could feel him bottoming out. I was on the threshold of gagging from this slow dick swallowing, and I was glad to come up for some air.

I didn’t stop for long however and went back down to suck on his mushroom cap for a little. I heard him start to speak, but when I paused and looked up, he turned my head back to his cock.

With one more quiet moan, he started: “Okay, so tonight, what you have to look forward to is: a lot of this, with me, whenever you aren’t busy. My oldest son Lucas is turning 21 tonight. I’m hiring you tonight for him.”

He moaned loudly. I started working slowly farther down his shaft, taking time to suck his cock hard and keep his cock wet.

“After you finish here, you’re going to go to his room at the other end of the hall. I’m going to make you a birthday gift to him.” I felt him pause and he started moving his cock in and out of my mouth. He held in place momentarily and let out a huge groan and then slowly continued. I was almost sure that he had cum, This man is very talented at edging himself.

He let go of my head, and let me go back to sucking him at my own pace.

“One thing you should know, my daughter, from my third wife, is having a birthday pool party out back. That basically means, stay out of the hall. Sorry, but you really can’t go to the bathroom unless one of us goes with you. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

I came up for breath and nodded my head, then his hand brought me back down on his cock. “Good.” I worked up some speed since he had finished speaking. I felt his orgasm approaching. Suddenly he yanked me back by my hair, and his cock left my mouth.

It didn’t really hurt, but I felt kind of stunned. I was more horny than I’d ever been in my life. I had now sucked two dicks from different men without cumming once. I mean, I had just gotten this pussy and this body, but I haven’t had an orgasm yet!

I looked back up at the client and he looked flushed, and I saw him zipping up his pants and adjusting his shirt. His cock was still rock hard, I had to admire his endurance. It drove me wild.

“Alright, I’m going to go make sure that all of the guests have left. You go directly across the hall to his room, wait for him in his bed, under the covers, naked. Make sure you fix your hair…”

And with that, he was out of the room. I stood up, legs wobbling, that faint squeak returning as I was reminded yet again of how intolerably horny I was. I walked back down the hall of bedroom doors, past the main staircase, where a couple of straggling party guests were walking out, towards a second, smaller hall. This had one door in it and a row of linen cabinets. I reached the door and turned the knob, it was open.

The interior was a lot like his father’s, with a nice king-size bed in the middle. I crossed over to the bed. As I undid my dress from the back, I looked around, there were a couple band posters, a couple shelves of books, a computer on a desk; he seemed like a normal person.

I slid the little black dress off. I wasn’t wearing a bra, but now I felt a bit of relief with losing the dress. My hands moved down my sides and pushed down the little blue lace thong that I (just now) discovered I was wearing. Feeling air hit my throbbing wet pussy made me shiver. My hands traveled down, and I contemplated fingering myself so that I wasn’t so delirious. I thought better of it.

I sat on the edge of the bed, and took off my heels. The pile of my clothes looked so small where manisa escort I left them. I was already looking forward to the sensation of putting them on this new body.

I heard some muffled sounds in the hall, so I scurried under the covers. I realized too late that I hadn’t listened to him and fixed my hair. Desperately, without a mirror, I tried to feel with my hands for pieces that stuck out, or that I could fix. Otherwise, I resigned myself to the tussled hair look.

No sooner had I settled on the bed then the door opened. “-a gift?.. What are you talking about?” His back was turned. At first glance, his son was tall and pretty muscular. He turned in, and I looked up at him as coyly as I could, and he gave a big happy reaction and closed the door behind him. He was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. His hair was cut fairly long, as I guess was the fashion. His face wasn’t killer, by any stretch of the imagination, but otherwise, he was a stud. I figured I could easily cum with this man.

He walked over to my side of the bed and picked up a framed photo, it was a picture of a young girl and him, on a beach. He suddenly seemed a little upset. “It’s been six weeks since Jonelle broke up with me.” Looking up at him, he seemed almost on the verge of tears.

“Come here,” he said. I crawled next to him at the edge of the bed. My naked breasts came above the covers, and I heard him give a sharp intake of breath as he saw them. “What’s your name?” He asked, and as he listened, he started taking off his clothes, not frantically, but still quite fast.

“My name’s Noelle.” I said. Finally, when he was naked, he turned and said, “Oh good, well I’m going to call you Jonelle.” This startled me. I was so wet, I was willing to play along.

His cock was nice. Thinking about his dad’s cock, Lucas’ cock was not quite as thick but was about two inches longer. As he walked toward me on the bed, his hard cock bobbed.

“Jonelle, it’s been so long,” he said, and I opened the blanket and let him enter the bed next to me. “I’ve thought about you every day… I… I still love you.” And at that he paused. After an uncomfortable amount of time, I realized that he wanted me to respond. I tried to seize the opportunity and not sound timid: “I love you too.” I said, slowly and softly grabbing and stroking his hard cock between us.

His eyes fluttered closed. “Ohh god, Jonelle. I’ve missed your touch.”

He leaned in then and started kissing my lips. His lips traveled around my jaw to my ear, as I stroked his hard cock between us. I let out a deep moan as his hands started traveling my body: “Oh my god, me too Lucas. Ohhh fuck me!”

His eyes darted open and he looked over at me, then immediately flipped over so that he was on top of me, between my legs, with his hard cock now pushing aggressively against my wet cunt.

“Ahh Jonelle, I love how wet you get!” Lucas said as he continued to grind into me, drawing his hips back and thrusting ahead, dragging the formidable length of his cock along my slick wetness.

This was the first chance I had gotten for someone to work against me, me being the one brought closer to an orgasm. I knew that it was going to happen soon. I started seeing faint patterns of light under my eyelids, and my hips were bucking against his now wildly.

He brought his lips down to mine and breathily whispered, “Oh Jonelle.” And then I felt it: the big head of his long cock positioned at my sopping entrance. His stubble on my face, I felt his lips working on mine, his tongue probing my mouth as his cock started pushing into me.

I felt his cock fill me up, and the sensation was indescribable. His cock stretched my tight walls, and I felt pain rocket to my pussy.

“Oh Jonelle, you’re so tight, have you been waiting too?” I nodded slowly, and he started moving inside of me. At this point, I felt waves of pressure flowing steadily from my pussy all over my body, and as he picked up speed, I felt myself contort and clench up as my first orgasm rippled across me.

I’ll never really know what a real female orgasm feels like. Right Rhyme Night Life ensures that all of the sensations are accurate, and I’m sure they’re right. I don’t know, I’m just a purist. Either way though, it was mind blowing, and I highly approve.

I came back to my senses and realized that I was moaning loudly into Lucas’ hand. He was shushing me into my ear as he pounded in and out; the sploshing sounds we were making were filling the room.

“Shhh Jonelle, oh my god, good girl…” Lucas said, burying his face in my tits as he fucked me. He took one in his mouth and lightly bit and sucked on my nipple. My orgasm still hadn’t fully subsided, and I couldn’t help but continue to moan into his hand. The room was spinning, and I could feel in his body that he was also getting close.

Unlike his father, he didn’t seem to mersin escort prolong his ecstasy, and within a few thrusts, I felt his cock pulse inside me. He held at full hilt then, and I let my smooth legs wrap around him as I felt him shoot his cum all over my walls. I looked up and saw his red, straining face. I loved my new job.

After he was done cumming, he stayed inside me for a few minutes and continued kissing me, calling me Jonelle, talking about how special our connection was. Saying we’d never break up again. This poor guy needed more help than I could give him.

Then, at last, he rolled off of me, and fell asleep. I looked at the clock near the bed: 10:35pm.

“Practically out of time,” I thought.

I went over to my clothes and slid into my blue lace thong. I loved dragging the still damp material over my smooth legs, goosebumps forming, and up to my pussy. I felt Lucas’ cum leaking into the panties and making them sticky. I stepped into my dress, zipping up the back, looking at myself in a nearby mirror and adjusting my cleavage.

After putting on my heels, I slunk out the bedroom door and down toward the front door. A quiet voice stopped me. It was Lucas’ father again. He walked over to me from the staircase.

“Wait, wait, we still have some time with you, I think.” He gestured me to a nearby door. I walked in with him; it was filled with cleaning supplies. He checked his watch: “Perfect yeah, we have twenty minutes.” With that, he pushed me back to my knees.

I reached up for his fly, but his hands darted past mine and undid his pants completely and let them fly. Next he thew down his boxers. His cock was immediately at attention. I could see his pulse beating heavily in his cock, and I could feel myself instantly getting wet again. I leaned forward immediately and took his cock all the way into my mouth. He groaned loudly, and I picked up speed.

Soon though, he stopped me, pulled out again. Was he edging himself off again? He seemed uncertain.

Finally, he said, “fuck it,” and stood me up and abruptly turned me to face away from him and bend over. I grabbed onto a shelf that had surface wipes and paper towels on them. I felt my dress get yanked up. My blue thong soon met my knees.

With very little time to brace myself, I felt his cock enter me. His cock was a good deal thicker than his son’s. As he pounded into me, I felt him stretch me. It wouldn’t be long now, I would cum again. My juices mingled with his son’s cum to lubricate his thick cock pounding in and out of me, and just I reached the peak of my second orgasm, I felt him brush against my cervix.

He groaned out loud, then fell forward, against me. His hands worked their way up, while he fucked me, and they found my tits and squeezed them. He kept thrusting his cock in me. He forced my dress down so that my tits left their cups. “Okay, get ready for it.”

He turned me around again, and brought me back on my knees. “Open your mouth.” I opened my mouth, and knelt in front of him. I could hear him jerking off his wet cock, and seconds later, a thick rope of hot cum hit me on the tongue. Then about six more huge loads rained down on my face, hair, and on my dress and tits. This is what he was saving! I brought a finger down to my cleavage and went to suck it off my finger for him. Once I did though, he grabbed my wrist and said, “that one was for you, but I want you to walk back to your pimp looking like that.”

Again, I nodded dumbly, and stood up shakingly. I pulled my panties back up and walked out of the closet. I stood in his foyer for a second, looking at him. The clock was seconds away from eleven.

“Well… there’s the door, slut,” he said, gesturing, then turned without another word and headed upstairs. I walked down the dark driveway to find the big SUV where I had left it before. My guy was hanging out the window again, and as he saw me, he let out an enthusiastic chuckle, “that’s my girl!”

When I sat back down in the car, I felt the sensation of falling asleep. I dreamed that I was back at their house, getting fucked by a young man and then his father. What else would this job bring to me?

I opened my eyes again and the lid of the tank raised up to reveal the Transfer Room. The android at the console next to me stood and walked towards me, saying “Welcome back, Simon, you were in there for a long time.”

Seth was nowhere to be seen. “Did Seth watch this one too?” I asked, timidly.

The Sheila unit responded, “Yes, Seth did watch, but as you left the work area, Seth excused himself to the washroom.”

I thought on that for a second, and then the Sheila unit said, “Do you need rest? Are you okay to visit with another client?” She gestured to the table behind her, it was covered with no less than sixteen cubes.

“Where did this line come from?” I asked, more than a little intimidated, but feeling my cock twitch at the thought of these encounters.

“When you passed your test run, Noelle’s profile went live. You see, you have a lot of customers interested in your product.” Then her telltale giggle.

I looked at the clock, it was barely even noon. “Well, Sheila, I suppose it would be unprofessional for me to leave work before lunch time.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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Sarah crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, watching Crackle.

When a demon is in possession of you, they see and hear everything that your thinking. The demon can’t see the person’s memories, but they can project dreams and suggestions on your mind to trick you into thinking about them.

Sarah waited a minute before deciding to break the silence. “Find anything?” She asked.

Crackle’s eyes eerily darted towards Sarah, his head unmoving.

“The demon souls we found were not originally Crackle’s. He stole them from other mortals.” Crackle said, speaking with both his own voice and Endo’s simultaneously.

“Did you find out where he got them or what he’s doing with them?” Asked Sarah.

“I have. Months ago, He and his men intercepted the souls from a group of civilians transporting them into the city. Crackle recognized a couple of the civilians as past business associates of his father’s. Believing his father to be covertly moving into the drug trade without him, Crackle mistook the souls to be a new street drug. He stole the souls from the civilians, named himself Crackle, and began selling the souls as Angst.” Said Crackle and Endo.

“Why would Crackle go to the trouble of giving himself an alias and selling the drugs himself?” Asked Sarah.

“I don’t know yet. It is becoming increasingly difficult to get him to focus. Before I found him, the mortal ingested a substantial quantity of MDMA. The effects of the drug are starting to influence his mind. His imagination is becoming difficult to control, it undermines the seriousness of the dreams I project.” Endo and Crackle said with some frustration. “I’ll need to push harder.”.

A moment later, Crackle’s face contorted in pain and a drop of blood trickled down one of his nostrils.

The human body is foreign to demons. When a demon possesses a living creature, it is almost never gentle.

People often take for granted the fact that they coordinate multiple sets of muscle fibers in unison to perform the simplest of tasks such as walking or eating. For demons, only the most intelligent and skilled of their kind can successfully pilot a human body. Even then, a person is often left bruised and permanently handicapped after a possession, as the demon tears muscles from bones and bends joints backwards attempting to pilot the body themselves.

Then there are emotions. Demons only understand self-preservation, and most can’t fully comprehend or exhibit human emotions. If a demon isn’t careful, the mental damage they inflict when projecting on someone’s mind can often drive the person into madness or even kill them. Thankfully, Sarah is an exception to the average possession. Endo attempts to preserve Sarah’s mental and physical health by allowing her to retain her free will, otherwise she would have been dead a long ago.

“Why sell Angst, why become Crackle?” Endo’s voice whispered in the room from no obvious source.

Crackle’s face contorted in anger and yelled “He wouldn’t take me seriously, he looks at me as if I’m bayburt escort a mistake. The old man will never let me take over the empire, but once I learn how to make Angst, I won’t need his empire. I’ll build my own empire, overthrow my father, and rule this city myself!”

Sarah considered Crackle’s answer. The man was a fool. If Crackle though he could overthrow even one of the seven crime empires in the city, he was in for a nasty surprise. Challenging a major crime faction with only a club, a handful of muscle, and a pile of drugs to his name was suicide. The guy probably didn’t realize that he was already dead with the bounty placed over his head. If it wasn’t Sarah, one of the other assassins in the city would make short work of him in a day or two.

“I want your name.” whispered Endo’s disembodied voice again.

Sarah suddenly tilted her head up, listening. She could feel the rolling of tires on asphalt, and the hum of muscle tension empowered with adrenaline. Multiple patrol cars and an armored van pulled up outside the club. Almost before the van finished coming to a stop, the van’s rear door burst open allowing multiple people to jump out. Sarah could smell the Kevlar body armor and metal combat-rifles carried by the people exiting the van. The city’s SWAT team was here. Someone from the street or a nearby apartment building must have reported the sound of gunfire coming from the club.

“Endo wrap it up, we’re about to be interrupted.” Said Sarah as she pushed herself off the wall and started looking around the office for the computer that was attached to all the security monitors.

“Take care of them, I need more time.” said Crackle, again with both his own and Endo’s voice.

“Not happening.” Sarah snapped. “Even if most of the cops in this city are either lazy or corrupt, I’m not going to start killing them indiscriminately.” She added while opening a cabinet against the wall containing a desktop computer.

Endo and Crackle simultaneously snarled in frustration.

“I SAID I WANT YOUR NAME!” Endo’s voice boomed and reverberated inside the office.

The sudden outburst from Endo made Sarah tense her shoulders. She looked back towards Crackle, who’s other nostril, and now his eyes were starting to bleed. At this rate, Endo would kill Crackle before he got what he wanted. Granted, she’d have to kill Crackle anyway to claim the contract, but she still felt slightly sorry for him. Almost any death is better than by possession.

Sarah felt the SWAT team outside move itself into a flanking position before the front entrance of the club and prepare to rush inside. The group of men exchanged hand signals, wordlessly planning on how to charge into the building.

Sarah pulled the computer out of the cabinet and tore the side panel off, revealing the hard drive.

“Vincent Ward is dead. I’m Crackle now, the spark that will grow into the inferno that claims this city!” Crackle yelled with his own voice.

Sarah smirked bartın escort while grabbed the hard drive and tearing it out of the computer. She had an amusing hunch that Crackle probably recites that line to himself in front of the mirror every morning.

Sarah examined the hard drive, then smashed it over the desk in one hard strike. Chips of the golden wheel exploded out from within the metal box, scattering across the room. The evidence of her identity destroyed.

Endo’s large smoky body spilled out of Crackle’s mouth and looked down at the skinny man.

Crackle coughed and blinked. He raised a hand to his face, smearing the blood from his nose onto his hand. He looked at his blooded hand in confusion, then looked up to the towering form of Endo. “What the FUCK!” He screamed, the pitch of his voice elevating with the last word.

Endo grabbed Crackle by the throat and raised him to eye level.

“That answer will have to do. My time is not my own this night. You have only one more use for me.” Endo said as he stabbed his free hand into Crackle’s chest. “Don’t fear mortal, this won’t take long.” Endo added as the skin on Crackle’s chest surrounding Endo’s hand erupted in flame. The skin audibly hissed and popped under the flames.

Crackle screamed so shrill and high-pitched, that Sarah could only compare it to the sound of a squealing pig.

Crackle’s scream was obviously heard from outside, as Sarah felt the SWAT team to burst through the front door and start fanning out across the main floor in reaction. Their weapons and heads moving in unison as they searched for the source of the sound.

Crackle’s body was consumed by the flame in as little as five seconds. All that remained was a smoking husk skewered on Endo’s hand. Endo flicked Crackle’s body off his hand, which shattered into ash when it impacted the floor.

Endo tilled his head back and closed his eyes, inhaling with satisfaction, like he did with every soul.

Sarah crossed her arms and stared at Endo with an annoyed look as she tapped her foot with impatience. “We don’t have time for you to enjoy this.” she said.

Half the SWAT team was positioning themselves outside the office door, while the other was making their way upstairs. A few members broke off to check the bodies of the three thugs on the main floor for life signs.

Endo opened his eyes, looked at Sarah, then turned his head towards the closed office door, watching the SWAT team position themselves on the opposite side.

“We would have plenty of time if you had just killed them.” Said Endo.

Sarah closed her eyes and inhaled through her nose to calm herself. She sighed, looked up at Endo then said, “I said no, Endo.”.

“So be it.” Endo said. He then turned back to Sarah and rushed back inside her.

Sarah willed herself to the rooftop half a second before the SWAT team kicked in the office door and rushed in. She spotted what she was looking for on the roof right away. Leaning against ığdır escort the ledge, curled up in a ball was the academically dressed man. He must have fallen asleep or passed out.

Sarah walked over to him and patted him on the cheek to wake him.

He didn’t wake.

Sarah could sense the SWAT team moving through the grow-op, flashlights shining through the darkness.

“You saw my face Mr.-” Sarah said, trailing off as she reached over him to reach her hand into his back pocket. She pulled out his wallet. Inside the wallet she found the academically dressed man’s driver’s license which read: Leonard Patterson, age 26, 1579 Breezemist Bvld. “-Patterson… Guess you’re leaving with me.” She continued.

Sarah could feel the SWAT team making their way up the stairs to the roof. She wrapped her arms around Leo in a hug, willing the mist around her to encase Leo as well. With an effort, Sarah willed both herself and Leo to the rooftop of an apartment building across the street.

Sarah looked over the ledge and watched as the SWAT team tactically spread out across the roof looking for the source of the carnage witnessed in the club below. She could hear one of the team members yell “CLEAR”, which prompted the whole party to relax slightly, and begin heading back towards the roof’s entrance.

Sarah turned away and sat down against the ledge of the rooftop with Leo’s head on her lap. She took a moment to watch the laundry on the apartment’s clothes lines flutter in the gentle breeze of the night. She looked down at Leo and ran a thumb over his cheek. In the two years she’s been doing this, not once has she been caught on camera, had her mask removed, or had a living witness. Evidently, there were a lot of firsts this evening.

Sarah ran the claw of her thumb over Leo’s throat, just lightly enough to not break the skin. She considered how easy it would be to just end Leo’s life tonight, thus tying up the last loose end.

Sarah rolled her head back and looked at the night sky. “Damn it” she breathed out.

Leo didn’t do anything, he was an innocent civilian. Sarah crossed many lines in the last couple years, but she didn’t harm the innocent. She couldn’t cross that line; It was the only thing separating her from the gang leaders… and Endo. Sarah didn’t have any delusions about herself. She knew she was corrupted. The thrill of violence and murder excited her, but she didn’t become a what she is to be the shinning white knight that saves the city. She became a demon so that the criminals would be afraid of the dark and think twice before ruining someone’s life, before ruining Beth’s life.

It hurt to even think about Beth.

Beth was the reason Sarah started her fight against the criminals of this city. It was the night that Beth died that Sarah met Endo and the night that Endo gave her the power to do something about it.

Sarah turned her head to the side and closed her eyes. She inhaled sharply, steeled herself from the old emotions, and repressed Beth’s memory.

Quickly, Sarah moved Leo off her, and stood up. She stretched her arms above her head and leaned side to side to loosen up her obliques.

Looking down at Leo, Sarah then bent down and put him over her shoulder. “Let’s go see your house Mr. Patterson. You owe me a drink.” she said in a cheerful tone while patting him on the ass a couple times.

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