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It had been the strangest of days, the delivery to my home, a gift from a grateful client, the latest and greatest in a line of artificial intelligence life forms, more human than cyborg, capable of emotions and more as I soon was to discover. I had always found myself alone, the weaker sex as I knew them to be called were anything but as I found myself intimidated, my shyness and my own insecurities having assured me of a life alone, that was up until now, until today.

I’d made my fortune in the field of virtual reality books, ones that came to life for the reader, pulling them in as if they were a character in each story. My work had always dealt with the erotic, mostly those in the realm of bondage and discipline, sex sold as well in the year 2105 as is did back in 2005, some things never changed. My last offering had topped the bestsellers list for almost a year and one of the throng which had purchased it had been so impressed that he had taken the time to write and offer this thanks via a special gift, you.

The precursor to your arrival had been two men who delivered a bench, what resembled a simple piece of furniture which they placed at the foot of my bed and though I had asked questions, their reply was simply silence, drones doing their work. I was still in the process of examining the arrival late that night when the knock had come at the door, a woman standing there beautiful, with long brown hair and emerald eyes as you said softly, “Good evening m’lord, I am Michelle and I am here to do your biding.” I blinked behind my glasses, a bit taken aback but you simply smiled and took my hand, leading me back through my apartment, moving toward my bedroom as if you knew where it was all along.

You pulled my shirt over my head, allowing your hands to slide my pants down my legs and over my bare feet. I stood there, my erection obvious though you seemed to pay it no heed, simply motioning for me to lie down. “On your stomach m’lord so that I might massage your back, please.” I blushed, my face turning a scarlet red though I hoped in the dim light of evening you hadn’t noticed and I lay down on the cool sheets. The bed automatically adjusted to my body temperature as I felt the warm oils on my back and I heard your clothing slide off you and onto the floor, forming a puddle at your feet

I felt you straddle my hips, the heat of your body mixing with mine as you leaned down, your hands though so soft feeling so good, such strength as you kneaded and worked the sore, tired muscles as I closed my eyes. You were an expert, one of the many tasks you had been taught to provide and as I lay there, half asleep, between being awake and dreaming I though I heard you say softly, “Please m’lord, turn over now.” I did so, keeping my eyes closed, not sure of anything anymore and then I felt the warm liquid flood my cock, followed by your hands as they began to stroke me, gently at first, tenderly, teasingly as my soft moans filled the room. You knew how to pleasure a man, how to take him to the heights of ecstasy and I felt your hands begin to urge me on, moving faster, my back arching with the intensity of my feelings.

I cried out, my body jerking with the force of my pleasure and as I lay there, I envisioned you over me, your body so beautiful, your eyes full with the light of the pleasure you had provided me. Finally I felt myself returning, my heart beginning to slow but just as I was about to open my eyes, to rejoin you I felt the warmth of a cloth, cleaning me, your touch kind, considerate. I also felt your fingers touch my face lightly, a fragrance being placed where I might smell its soothing aroma as I heard your voice say softly, “This will help you rest m’lord, sleep well.” Indeed, the aromatic sedative worked immediately, my body succumbing to its cry as you sat beside me, watching me at rest.

Finally you rose, moving to the foot of the bed where the padded bench the agency had provided me with, long enough to allow you to rest comfortably but I was unaware of its other attributes. You however knew them well, pushing the hidden button which brought forth the shackles as you lay down, placing your wrists and ankles in the proper position and when they sensed your body they clamped shut, tightly, painfully as you moaned in the night, a sound not heard as I slept in my drug induced haze. It was not long after that you felt the not one but two intruders, the mechanical machines which came forth, each designed to remind you of your proper place in life, providing you with the pain you had been raised to expect while delivering pleasure in order to keep you satisfied in your position.

If I would have been awake I would have been terrified to see the one, its sharp barbs moving up your body, attaching itself to your breasts, its tentacles piercing the tender skin, your nipples growing quickly hard, your cry loud and piercing. The other burrowed between your legs, finding the entrance wanton and waiting, izmir escort filling you and then beginning to move. Slowly at first but then picking up in speed as you thrashed against your bonds, your eyes rolling back in your head as you rode wave after wave of your desire, rewarded by pain, overwhelmed by pleasure until after almost an hour the two shut down, their batteries in need of recharging as they retreated to the opening they had first appeared from. It closed, your skin covered in sweat, your breathing fast, your eyes clenched shut as you too succumbed, your body demanding rest.

When I awoke the next morning it was after the best night’s sleep I could remember ever. I stood, stretching only to come to a quick and abrupt halt at the sight before me. You lay there, your body captured, your breasts an angry red from the remnants of the machine, your legs covered in your own pleasure, your face so angelic at rest though you seemed to be in the grips of a horrible dream, your head lashing back and forth as if in tortured sleep. I wrapped a sheet around me, moving quickly by your side and gentle shook your shoulder saying, “Wake up Michelle, please, please wake up!”

You did, your eyes opening wide, your fright quickly turning to submission, your eyes moving from mine as you said simply, “I’m sorry m’lord, I pray I did not awaken you.” I was dumbfounded, speechless as I heard you say softly, “Release program, Michelle 052935” and with that the shackles fell open and you stood, moving quickly to gather your things as you said, “I will prepare breakfast m’lord and then I shall bathe you” and with that you exited the room, the sight of your beautiful body from behind causing me once again to grow aroused though my mind was still grappling with what I had seen. I followed you, seeing you moving around in the kitchen, as comfortable without your clothes as I was in mine, the sheet trailing across the floor which now sported a thick, white plush carpet.

“Michelle wait, I’m confused, I don’t understand?”

With that you raised your face, your eyes still not meeting mine but saying, “I will answer any question you have of me m’lord, I can not lie to you. What is your desire?”

I sat down, motioning for you to join me and you did, sitting next to me, your face though averted from mine. In reality I found myself staring at you, your breasts lush, your arousal still a pleasant fragrance which filled the air and I had to shake my head, trying to clear it, trying to understand as I said, “I don’t understand, what is that, that thing you were lying on? I know the agency said it was where you were to sleep but those chains, these marks”, as I almost reached out to touch your breasts but quickly pulled my hand back as if they were too hot to handle, “I don’t understand.”

Your words were softly spoken but your voice never wavered in response. “The bench is provided for my pain and pleasure stimulation m’lord, I have been trained in its ways and must receive it or something similar each day in order to remind me of my standing in life. It provides me with the two daily minimum requirements, similar to in times of old where humans took vitamins in order to maintain their health. I maintain mine through such a manner of the bench. I require the aspects of bondage, domination, submission, pain and pleasure in order to perform at peak efficiency in serving you m’lord. It is required of me.”

Once again I was speechless, your words running through my mind but I was brought out of my daze with your words as they said, “The only other alternative m’lord is for you to provide me with what I need. Would this please you?”

I shook my head, seeing the light which had come to your eyes quickly dim and I shook my head again saying, “No, no Michelle, you don’t understand, I’ve never, I mean I don’t know how, that is…”, my words trailing off as I looked at this incredible creature before me. “Look, why don’t we have breakfast and just see where the rest of the day might lead, okay?” You nodded, once again returning to the kitchen unit to begin your preparations. After I had sat down to eat I noticed you moving once again into the shadows. “No Michelle, you will eat with me, here at the table, please?”

Both of us struggled, each trying to decide what to and what not to say so breakfast was mostly a quiet ritual that morning. I got up, you standing as soon as I did though you had touched little of your food. “No, sit down Michelle, finish your breakfast. I need to get ready for work; I’ll be out in a minute or two I promise.” You sat down, your expression one of a child who had been ordered to her room as I entered the steam shower saying, “One hundred and five degrees, full force” and the jets came to life.

I was as good as my word, a few short minutes later reappearing as I saw you were now not only dressed but the kitchen had been tidied as you kahramanmaraş escort sat in the same chair I had left you in. “Michelle, I have to go into the office for a few hours but I will return shortly.” You nodded, standing and making your way past me, walking back into the bedroom, nary a word spoken. I started to walk after you but instead I just thought you needed some time to yourself and I slipped out the door and into my waiting transit.

Almost three hours later I got back in the vehicle, punching the code to contact my home and as the tone rang over and over again with no answer I flipped the switch, activating the cameras, the security surveillance for my abode. It first showed the living room, vacant, the kitchen the same but then it showed the master bedroom and I felt myself grow pale, the vision before me startling, frightening as I picked up the intercom, instructing the driver to do whatever it took to get me home, quickly. We rocketed through the traffic, the normal fifteen minute venture only taking eight as I threw myself from the car, leaving my briefcase, my papers, everything as I rushed inside and into the bedroom.

The figure on the bench was mummified, straps covering every inch of her body, forcing her into a fetal position. I could hear soft moans escaping her lips as I frantically pulled at the thick leather pieces, none giving a single inch, all tightly remaining in position, forcing her into restrictive bondage. I could no more see her eyes, hear her voice, nor offer her any assistance as I looked all around the bench, trying to find a switch, a lever, something to offer me some hope in freeing her. It was only when I collapsed next to her, my head in my hands that I heard a mechanism catch and with the sound of a motor engaging the straps began to withdraw, slowly, oh so slowly until finally she was released, literally falling from the bench into my arms.

I held you, seeing the imprint of the leather against every inch of your body and as I pushed a lock of your hair back your eyes fluttered open, seeing me and giving me a smile which warmed my heart beyond all things. Just as quickly, you averted your eyes saying, “I’m sorry m’lord, I did not think you would be home so soon or I would have set the timer for not quite as long. I’ll begin preparations for lunch” and with that you began to stand.

I was having none of it, pulling you back down as I forced you to look at me as I said, “NO, NO LUNCH. WE NEED TO TALK.” You nodded and if I would have paid closer attention I would have noticed how your body trembled slightly at the sound of my voice, my anger evident.

“Yes m’lord, what do you require of me?”

“Michelle, look at me.” You did, your green eyes finding mine and as I gazed into them I felt myself slipping away, captured by the look of them and the feel of you in my arms. I closed my eyes for a moment, willing myself to continue by saying, “I want to know everything about your “requirements”, everything, leave nothing out. I want to know how I can learn about them, how I can learn to provide you with what you need, what you must have. Do you understand Michelle?”

You nodded, your body relaxing a bit as you began to speak, your voice calm, confident in saying, “I have spent many years as a slave m’lord, I was programmed as a child, then a teenager and then as a woman finally to accept pain, to need it as another human might require love. It is the sign of my success or my failure as a slave. With it I flourish, without I shall certainly die. Some of the owners I have served have provided me with a part of my daily needs but for the most they depended upon the bench. Do you not require the bench m’lord or do you simply not require me I fear?”

The tears which played at the corner of my eyes seem to mystify her. A light touch of her fingers capturing a drop of the moisture, looking at it like a child before bringing it to her mouth to taste the salty texture. I couldn’t help but laugh, to smile as I lifted her chin, my eyes looking deep into hers as I whispered, “I require you, today, tomorrow, forever m’lady, I desire you to be mine, forever, please?” Her smile warmed my heart, something I feared long dead and from that day forward, my life would never be the same again.

It had been a bit awkward at first, each of us walking a bit on eggshells but eventually the days began to fill with smiles and laughter, the perfect starting point in the escalation of our feelings toward one another. I made it a point of leaving before you awoke that Friday morning, knowing that when you arose there would be a single rose and a note waiting, next to the freshly brewed coffee I had made you.

You smiled as you poured yourself a cup, putting the flower in a vase, smelling its beautiful fragrance as you sat down and began to read. “My dearest Michelle, words can not express how wonderful it has manavgat escort been since we have begun our life together. I know no matter what the day might hold that when I return home I will find the reason I have for living, you. I do think however that we both have been avoiding the one subject that drew us at first to one another, that of dominance and submission. I have decided that I will take the initiative and because of that you should expect a delivery at approximately four p.m. this afternoon. All my love, Jonathan.”

Sure enough at five minutes till there was a knock at the door and as you hastily signed for the package, your face was flush with wonder, excitement at what the night might hold. You tore the wrapping from it, ripping the tape from the top of the box to reveal another letter, a single piece of paper which read, “I AM HAPPY THAT YOU HAVE DECIDED TO ACCEPT THE POSITION AS MY SLAVE, MY SUBMISSIVE BEAUTY. ADORN YOURSELF WITH THESE THINGS, PREPARE YOUR FACE AND HAIR IN THE STYLE TO WHICH TO PLEASE ME AND BE KNEELING, WAITING MY RETURN AT 6 P.M. THIS VERY EVENING. WE WILL BEGIN YOUR TRAINING AT THAT TIME M’LADY.” It was signed simply, “M’lord.” I had done some research, looking at the archives of the past, trying to come up with suitable clothing and had found the replicater to be more than capable, the garments which it provided me with drawing your gaze, your eyes wide.

I arrived home promptly at six, opening the door after saying a silent prayer that I would find you in place, awaiting me. My prayers were answered, a vision in white kneeling before me as I shut the door, locking it behind me. Stepping forward, I circled you slowly, letting my eyes take the sight of you in. The corset had been specially made for you, to accommodate two of your more beautiful assets while cinching your waist, a perfect hourglass figure forming. The white lace stockings, thigh highs which you knew were my favorites adorned your legs, the stiletto heels on your feet. Your hands encased in the white, lace, fingerless gloves and then the crowning touch, the single piece of white lace which you wore around your neck like a choker. It would be a symbol, one which we and only we would share as I stood over you and began to speak.

“Listen closely my dear; the symbol you wear around your neck, the white lace ribbon is a special piece of cloth. It symbolizes either your or my desire for your submission. When you wear it you are Michelle, my submissive, my slave, my property to do with as I wish. My desires are your desires, my commands are yours to obey or if you prefers a harsher punishment to disobey. I would speak of this; I will ask nothing of you that will not bring you pleasure in the end though at times pain might be a precursor to such. There will be days I ask you to wear it, laying it out for you and it is up to you if you do. At other times, perhaps you will lay it out, asking to serve me and I will happily comply with your wishes. When in public we are Jonathan and Michelle but in private, in the confines of our home and you wear the ribbon, you are mine, my toy, my plaything, my slave. Do you agree m’lady?”

Her answer brought a smile to my lips though you didn’t see it, your head remaining hung in submission, a fantasy come to life, the one I had searched for all my life never daring to dream I would find you. “Very well, you will stand, walk three paces behind me. Come along my beautiful slave” and with that I began to make my way up the stairs, heading toward the attic and the surprise I had planned for you. I had spent considerable time there, putting everything in place, all in advance of this moment whether it would be you or I to make the first move. You would be the first and I was determined to make it an evening to remember for you.

I had wracked my brain, trying to remember everything you had told me, shared with me about your likes and dislikes. As I opened the door, motioning for you to go inside I knew that the room would have quite the dramatic effect on you. The walls painted a deep burgundy, the matching velvet curtains portraying a room of substance, of wealth but it was the various toys, the items hanging from the walls and ceilings which captured your attention, though you only snuck quick glimpses, not wishing to show your disobedience. I let you have a minute, your head turning back and forth, seeing something new with each movement until finally I reached over, and pulling what the archives had called a riding crop from the wall as I began to advance upon you.

“Take this Michelle”, holding the leather instrument of torture out, your hands trembling slightly as you took it, an electric shock it appeared going through it as when it touched your skin, you jumped slightly. “Feel it, feel its quality, now that it is made out of the finest leather and that when it strikes your skin it will do so leaving a beautiful mark, a reminder of your disobedience or simply my desire. Swing it, see how it feels in your hand, how it forms to your grip, calling for you to use it, to strike with it but now it is reserved for you m’lady. You will suffer at its hands this very evening.” Watching you closely, seeing your chest rise and fall, your breathing becoming more ragged, your mind swiftly becoming lost in the fantasy, in the moment.

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Nicole shouldn’t have been surprised that the largest building in the city was also the centre of slave trade for the Rutan’s. It seemed all roads led to this one central building, and as Cronus pulled Nicole inside she grew nervous for what she was going to find inside. How the hell, amongst all this hustle and bustle, was she to sneak around and find anyone sympathetic to the cause?

The ground floor of the building was a huge, open auditorium that was so busy even Cronus had to slow down to avoid having the chain to Nicole pulled from his hand as he pulled her through the crowds. Despite the fact that all around the halls huge archways opened up the hall to the outside air, the number of people made it almost unbearably hot inside the hall. Mixed with the smell and noise it was a barrage on the senses, especially for Nicole who had spent the night restrained in the metal hood, without sight or sound.

Thousands of cages seemed to be filled with slaves of all ages and sizes, chained up in various degrees of bondage. Some were bound head to foot, unable to move or even make a sound as men passed by the cages and reached in, pinching their bodies. Others however were relatively free, and some were even becoming men over and dancing provocatively for them.

“Master Cronus, you’ve finally come to get me my lord!” one called out. Cronus stopped and looked over into the cage and chuckled.

“Fucking hell you old hag, don’t tell me you’re still here!” he chuckled. “Mind you, we both know you’ve not been the same since I fucked you in the arse all those years ago!”

The woman looked offended, and stuck up her middle finger at Cronus who roared in laughter. From down the path one of the sellers shouted loudly at the woman and poked a long stick through the bars. The woman squealed in pain as the stick emitted a loud crack of electricity.

“Sorry Master Cronus,” the man said. “Big mouth that one, can’t seem to shift her, or shut her up. May I help you today, are you selling this slave?”

“Not to worry, she’s harmless enough,” Cronus chuckled. “An extra beating or two though wouldn’t harm. No I’m not selling, but I do need to see the Master of the Market immediately. I want to put this slut to good use today, let her know the meaning of a good days work shall we say.”

The man nodded and clicked his fingers, one of his many servants scuttling over for instructions.

“Go inform the Master of the market that Cronus needs to see him immediately.”

The servant nodded and headed off into the crowd.

There were so many people going about their business in the hall, most of them men although most were not the same size as Cronus. Based on what she could see, hunters like Cronus were actually few and far between. Nicole looked over at a large stage not far from where they waited, on it a number of female slaves were hanging from their wrists as a man shouted out to the gathered crowd. It was an auction.

Men yelled up at the stage and lifted numbered batons as the seller on stage took bid after bid for a pretty looking young red head. She bore the signs of numerous beatings on her body and a half of her head was ensaced in metal, gagging her as she witnessed her own fate being sealed infront of her eyes.

As the man finally accepted bidding had ended sold she thrashed in her bonds as the guards on the stage walked over and picked her up, her new Master thrust some firm of payment to the seller before rushing over to collect her from the edge of the stage.

As soon as she was on the floor next to him the man began to beat her with a thick leather strap for no reason other than the fact he seemed to enjoy it, no one tried to stop him and in fact the man on the stage started laughing before turning to the next woman and pointing.

Cronus laughed as he watched the bidding start again, Nicole however was horrified at the scene.

“Master Cronus, this way please.” the servant of the seller said returning.

He led them through the market and to the base of a staircase that led to a large concourse above them. Large curtains blocked the top of the stairs, and two armed guards stood watch only parting them to let Cronus in when he reached the top of the staircase dragging Nicole with him.

Inside the large room beyond the curtains was an exceptionally fat man sat in a large chair overlooking the market below through a huge window. Between his legs knelt a young red headed woman who was half hidden under the man’s cloak. It was clear what she was doing and slowly but rhythmically her head bobbed up and down as she sucked on the man’s cock, even the arrival of Cronus hadnt stopped her in her duty. Two more slave girls, each locked in chastity belts, scurried around the room to fetch a drink for the visitor.

“Cronus you old dog, how’s it going!” The fat man said holding out a hand as cronus walked up to the chair. “You seem to get older faster than anyone I know, surely it’s time to retire?”

Cronus grabbed it and smiled, gripping the man’s göztepe escort hand hard and squeezing it. The man’s fingers immediately started to turn white as the circulation was cut off.

“By the gods Faustus, do you eat one of your slaves every day? You get fatter faster than anyone I’ve ever know!” Cronus chuckled.

Faustus roared in laughter and snatched back his hand back rubbing it slightly with the other. Clearly Cronus’s grip was stronger than his and it had hurt.

“Not bad for an old man hey?” Cronus chuckled before sitting down.

Pulling on the chain he pulled Nicole down in-between his legs and pushed her to the floor. Faustus chuckled and clicked his fingers, and almost immediately a slave girl showed up between the two men with two glasses of a thick amber liquid.

“To fucking whores and whipping slaves.” Faustus toasted, raising the small glass.

Cronus nodded and raised his glass, downing almost half of it immediately. Looking down at Nicole he pointed at his crotch, grinning from ear to ear.

“Remember the deal slut,” he muttered. “Play along or else.”

Nicole sighed, if she was honest with herself she had already decided to play along a bit more and sucking on Cronus’s cock was probably the least repulsive thing she could be made to do right now. She just couldn’t help but get turned on by the taste, the texture and the overall feel of his cock as it slid in and out of her mouth.

Unbuckling his trousers she opened them up and pulled his pants down to unveil his manhood. The red head girl looked over out of the corner of her eye as she sucked on Faustus’s cock and looked shocked at the size of it. She looked even more shocked as Nicole voluntarily picked up the head of it and popped it into her mouth.

Sucking the head in she closed her eyes, savouring the taste. She slowly took in more and more of the semi flaccid cock, it was actually a novel experience not to have something ripping her jaw open as Cronus forced it down her throat. Cronus moaned in pleasure as Nicole took her time, one hand gripped the base of his cock as the other cupped his large balls. As she pulled off his cock, the head popped loudly as it emerged from her mouth.

With gusto she took the head back into her mouth, sinking it deep into her throat until her chin touched Cronus’s huge ball sack. Pulling back she looked up at Cronus as she then took his whole length back into her mouth. Starting to increase the pace she kept her eyes fixed on Cronus as he looked down at him.

Cronus groaned loudly in pleasure, his body responding fast to Nicole’s attentions. It was one thing fucking her mouth as he had, but having her actually voluntarily suck on it, use her hand, use her mouth and tongue was something else. Without caring for anyone else in the room Nicole started sucking faster and faster, fondling his balls harder as he grew more and more aroused. Nicole could feel his muscles tensing up and shoved as much of his cock into her mouth as she could, but Cronus clearly didn’t think it was enough and he grabbed the back of her head pushing it further down.

Spurt upon spurt of the thick, warm, delicious cum erupted from Cronus’s cock as Nicole desperately tried not to gag, as a dribble of cum forced itself out her mouth and onto Cronus’s balls.

After a few moments Cronus let go of her head, allowing her to pull back slightly as she continued to gently suck on his cock. Savouring every drop of cum Nicole obediently cleaned up his entire shaft and ball sack, only stopping when Cronus patted her on the head. Carefully she pulled his pants back up before buckling his trousers and returning to her kneeling positon.

It was only now that Nicole realises Faustus, and the three slave girls had stopped what they were doing and had been watching intently at the show Cronus and she had put on. Blushing bright red in shame she looked down at the floor.

“That’s a blow job slut,” Faustus said slapping the girl between his legs hard, throwing her to the floor.

Sobbing the girl sat back up and looked up at her master.

“I’m sorry master, I’ll try harder!” she begged.

Faustus however was clearly angry and slapped her again. “No chance slut, GUARDS!”

One of the guards came into the room fast.

“Take this slut down to the guards room, ensure as many men as possible fuck her face until she can suck cock properly.” Faustus said.

The girl was practically dragged away kicking and screaming, begging her Master for a second chance. The door closed and Cronus just sat grinning at Faustus.

“What do you want Cronus,” he said flatly. “You’ve already spoilt my morning, plan to spoil my day further? Or are you after preferential treatment for tonight’s auction, I know that batch is yours you know.”

“Come on old friend, there is no need to be upset.” Cronus said chuckling. “I won’t deny I am looking forward to tonight’s auction, but Malik is dealing with that and I won’t interfere çorlu escort at all.”

Nicole looked up at Cronus, she had lost track of time but today was the third day of her capture, the day her fellow crew mates were to be sold off.

“I’m not here to spoil your day either, in fact how about I make it up to you? Take my slave here, she needs to learn the meaning of a hard day’s work and I could think of no one better.”

Faustus looked at Cronus, then down at Nicole.

“You want your slave to come work for me?” he said confused. “What’s in it for you, what do you want?”

“Nothing, honestly.” Cronus said. “The slut can suck cock and open up her fuck holes well, but ask her to scrub the floor and she has no clue what to do! Figured she could learn the less fun parts of being a slave here best.”

Faustus looked down at Nicole who was looking intently at the floor now, somehow she felt that if she looked at Faustus we would realise there were other objectives at play.

There was an awkward silence as Faustus contemplated the request.

“Fine, but I want blow jobs at the start and end of every shift.” Faustus demanded.

Cronus shrugged. “Fine, but be warned she’s linked to my cum by the nanobots so she won’t be as enthusiastic over your cum as mine. I suspect your cum will taste like shit to her!”

“I don’t care how much she likes it, as long as she puts as much effort is as just then.” Faustus growled at Nicole. “Plus I want open access to fuck her when I like.”

Cronus sighed deeply. “Don’t push it Faustus, don’t push it. I’ll let you fuck her face at the start of the day, and her arse at the end of each day, she hates arse fucking’s anyway. That’s all that’s on offer, her pussy stays mine.”

Nicole looked up at Cronus pleadingly, she knew what arse fucking meant – pain. Cronus looked down at her and grinned.

“Added incentive to learn faster slut,” he said winking at Nicole.

She knew it was actually incentive to find out information on the Sisterhood.

Faustus sighed but nodded. “Very well Cronus, you have a deal.”

After the two shook hands Faustus reached down and grabbed Nicole’s chain, pulling her over and between his legs. Cronus chuckled before standing up and bidding farewell to Faustus.

“You belong to me during the day now slut, I suggest you try your hardest to please me.” he said opening up is legs to revealing his cock.

Nicole looked down and fought back the urge to laugh, compared to Cronus this thig was tiny. It would be considered below average for a human cock, perhaps 4 inches long and incredibly thin even though it was fully erect. With a tug at the chain though she lowered her head down and nervously took the head into her mouth, again using one hand to grip the base of the ridged member Cronus’s words were ringing in her ears, about the nanobots and the taste that she would encounter as the taste first hit her.

Nicole almost gagged when the taste registered in her mouth, Cronus’s warning was true enough. The taste of Faustus’s pre-cum was absolutely vial, it was as if someone was trying to feed her rancid, rotting food. The only thankful thing about the whole situation was that Faustus cock was so small she could take it all easily into her mouth. If she had to deep throat something this foul tasting she was sure she would throw up all over it.

“No complaining slut, you suck it good like your Masters cock no matter what the taste. I don’t give a shit if you gag on it.”

‘Gag on it?’ Nicole thought. ‘I could barely pick my teeth with it!’

Nicole expertly pleasured Faustus, the man sitting back moaning in pleasure as Nicole tried to get this over with as quickly as possible. She had to be careful with his balls as she played with them, they were far small and somehow felt more fragile than Cronus’s pair. When he did cum Nicole sucked up the tiny spurts of cum that dribbled from the end of his now shrivelling member as quickly as possible. Sitting back on her knee’s Faustus looked down at her smiling.

“I really hope you are a slow learner slut, I could get used to this every day,” he chuckled. “No one told you to stop either.”

Nicole sighed as she leant forward and took his soft cock into her mouth once more, Faustus clicking his fingers at the two remaining maids.

“Get me Madam Selene now,” he shot. The girl curtsied and immediately disappeared off.

“No rush!” he called out laughing.

*****************************************

“This is fucking ridiculous! I’m not some saviour of an alien race.” Tessa screamed at Sensi for what seemed like the 10th time.

The three survivors for the pod were still in the tent, arguing about what they had just been told. Ananke was sat off to one side listening intently.

“Look, I heard what it said but it’s just a coincidence. Just because I have some stupid nick name doesn’t mean this, this – prophecy, is about me. There may have been, or will be any ümraniye escort number of other people given that name.”

“That fall from the eternal darkness in a firestone?” Sensi said sarcastically. “Yeah, must happen all the time!”

“Yesterday you didn’t even know my name,” she said disbelievingly. “Now you’re on board that I’m going to save these people! I wonder what you’ll believe tomorrow.”

Tessa was getting more and more agitated at the situation, she didn’t want this attention, didn’t want this mantle and sure as hell wasn’t going to accept that any of this was possible without a fight.

“Ok, let’s just calm down.” Melissa said in a calm tone. “Forget the prophecy for the time being, lets figure out practically what we are going to do.”

Both Sensi and Tessa shot her a dirty look when she mentioned the prophecy but she clearly wasn’t the only one sick of the conversation.

“Your companion is correct, we must think to what we can do now. The prophecy can wait, for now.” Ananke said standing up.

“Ok,” Tessa looked round still angry but nodded. “Let’s park it for now.”

Sensi opened her mouth to speak but Melissa placed a hand on hers. As Sensi looked down Melissa shook her head softly, urging her not to push it any further.

“Ok.” She said finally sighing loudly. “What is the situation on the Ark?”

Tessa looked round and shrugged her shoulders. “I’ll need to check in with Mother but need my things for that. I assume you bought them back after drugging me last night?”

Sensi rolled her eyes and was about to go off on one again when Tessa held up her hands.

“Sorry, un-called for I know. If I can get my stuff I’ll find out from mother where we are. Power was being restored to some systems, if things are on track life support and other critical systems should be operational in a few hours.”

The group left the tent and headed back towards the mountain pass, people were muttering and pointing at Tessa as they walked through the camp. Clearly the secret was out, or at least rumours were.

The group of survivors spent the next hour communicating with Mother, the repairs were still on track but there was an issue getting the drop ships functional.

“Sorry, say that again mother you need what?” Tessa said

“Each drop ship engine needs a focal point for the main gravity breaking drive, a crystal with a refractive index of certain quantities. On earth we manufacture these spheres but they are extremely fragile, hence why they are suspended in anti-gravity fields. I’m afraid with the power failure over nearly every ship both the gravity drives are off line, and there were no spares envisaged. The drop ships currently are only good for one way trips otherwise.”

“Well that was fucking stupid, why install them in the first place Mother?” Sensi shot before Tessa could open her mouth.

“I only drive the bus, I didn’t build it.” Mother retorted.

“So you need something to focus the beam to make the gravity drives work. Any chance we have something down here suitable?”

“Unlikely Commander, the only natural occurrences of suitable crystals on earth are rare gem stones, and there was only one ruby ever found of suitable size and purity. Any stone would be highly unlikely to exist on the moon, it would be 150 mm round at least.”

Tessa looked at Melissa, they had both thought the same thing.

“The word of hope!” they chimed in unison. “Mother, we may just have something for you that fits the bill, how do we test it to make sure its correct?”

“There’s a pretty simple test commander, your laser sight on your riffle should be set to an wavelength intensity setting of 62 and should be deflected by between 14 and 16 degrees. “

Sensi snorted, making both woman look round at her.

“Something to add?” Tessa said.

“These people are not going to just let you take their most prized relic to be part of some engine. I doubt they will even let you near it again if they know what you want to use it for.”

At that point the door opened and Ananke walked in, along with Aion on three other guards.

“Indeed Sensi, talk of stealing the word is amount to treason in this Sisterhood. I will hear nothing more of it or else you will have to be punished in accordance with the law.” Ananke said pointing at Tessa’s weapon.

“Confiscate that, if there is ever a time to use it then you shall have access to it Commander O’Conner, otherwise it will be kept with the rest of the high tech weapons in the vault.”

Tessa flinched but immediately three of the guards pointed their own weapons at the commander as Aion walked over and held out his hand. Looking up at him he ever so slightly shook his head, they both knew what she was thinking.

“Not here, not now,” he whispered. “Trust us.”

Sighing she thrust the weapon into his hand and standing up walked away from the door of the room were Ananke and the other guards were standing. The three took the weapon of Aion and left.

“What news of possible re-enforcements?” Ananke asked.

Tessa snorted, she realised now Ananke was using them just to make up numbers – more foot soldiers for the war on the Rutan’s.

“We should be able to send people down now shouldn’t we commander – Mother said with power restored…” Sensi started, but seeing Tessa’ glare stopped abruptly.

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“I don’t know, Mandy…are you really sure this is the best thing to do?” Trisha was skeptical.

Mandy nodded, pulling a strand of short blonde hair away from her face. “It’s the only thing to do, Trish. I have to!”

The two cheerleaders shut their lockers together, ready to head to English class. Trisha’s frilled pink miniskirt swished against her slender legs, the frills stopping around her thighs, just inches from showing off her cute butt. The petite brunette was carrying her books pressed against her chest, and they were pushing against her 32C-cup breasts, so that they strained and swelled out of her lacy tank top, two perky mounds that rode high on her slim frame and swayed slightly with each step Trisha took. She was used to walking to class with Britney, and that usually meant that they were always late. Along with the fact that Trisha was several inches shorter than the head cheerleader, she was used to running flat out through the halls to keep up with Britney as they raced to their classrooms, heels clacking and miniskirts flopping. But Mandy was a good student, always on time, and the two girls were almost the same height; barely five feet tall. So they could take their time.

“I know that’s what you think, Mandy. But I…I just don’t know if Jon’s going to see it the same way. What if he gets mad?”

Mandy sighed. “Well…I guess he might. But I just can’t keep this a secret any longer. I was up all night worrying about it, Trisha!”

The blonde slid her thumbs through the straps of her backpack, deep in thought. Mandy’s outfit, as always, was much more conservative than Trisha’s miniskirt and tank top; she was wearing jeans and a T-shirt. But even in the last few days, Trisha had noticed a few changes in her friend. Mandy now walked a little more upright and poised then before, and while before she would always blush when boys looked or grinned at her, she would now wave or even offer a flirty smile back. She didn’t look any different on the outside, but Trisha could tell that Mandy, no longer a virgin, was getting more confident about everything related to boys and sex.

“Okay,” Trisha said. “So walk me through this again. You were supposed to meet him at his house at eight, but you thought it was seven.”

“Right.” Mandy’s blonde hair bobbed as she nodded.

“So Amanda gave you a ride early, and you saw Nicole walking out of his house just then.”

“Yep.”

“And he said she was just there to get some help on Biology?”

“Well, at first he was just like nothing was wrong. But then I demanded to know why she was there.” Mandy sighed, blushing. “I know…I was a stupid, jealous girlfriend. But I mean, that is kind of suspicious, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Trisha agreed. “It is.”

“So anyway, I demanded to know why she was there, and he said they were just like working on a worksheet together or something. And then we got into this big discussion, and he told me that he would never think of lying to me, that he always tells me everything. He said he never keeps anything from me.”

“So what did you say?”

The blonde shook her head. “I didn’t say anything then. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it all night. I mean, if he tells me everything, then I should tell him everything too, right? And that includes what we did in that bookstore. You know…practicing blowjobs on those guys.”

“And…you really trust him? About Nicole and all that?”

Mandy didn’t even hesitate. “He’s my boyfriend. Of course I trust him. And I want him to trust me too!”

Trisha nodded. “Yeah, I know, but…what if he gets mad at you? I mean, you and I know that you really just wanted to learn some stuff, that it was all about being better for him. But what if he doesn’t see it that way?”

Mandy was chewing on a piece of her short blonde hair, an old habit, deep in thought. “I don’t know…I’m worried about that too. I’ll just have to find some way to explain it to him, right? I mean, my intentions were good!”

“I guess so, but…”

“Hey, Trish!”

The two cheerleaders had just arrived at their classroom, and at the sound of her name the brunette turned. It was Britney, in a pair of denim shorts and a halter top, her stiletto boots clacking as she walked towards them. Trisha quickly put a sweet smile on her face, but her insides were boiling. She hadn’t forgotten the sight of Britney fucking Dan in her kitchen, behind her back, barely an hour after she had left the head cheerleader’s house, teary and humiliated. I can’t believe she’s still acting like she’s my friend, like she didn’t do anything wrong! But I got back at her…

“Hi Britney,” Trisha said sweetly. “What’s up?”

“You left your purse at my house, hun. You really didn’t notice until now?”

Of course she had noticed; that was why she had gone back to Britney’s house in the first place, and had ended up catching her in the act. I almost want to tell her about last night…about whimpering and bucking in handcuffs on Dan’s table, about letting him and five other guys fuck me in his apartment. Just to see her face! But instead she feigned surprise.

“Really? batman escort Oh man…I’m such a ditz. Thanks a lot, Brit!”

“No problem. Can you bring me mine tomorrow?”

“Of course!” Trisha chirped. Yeah…whatever!

“Thanks. Hey, you want to do something tonight?” Britney was leaning casually against the wall, as sexy and confident as ever, her gorgeous legs stretched out, catching the eye of every guy who passed them.

“Oh, um…” Trisha thought quickly. “I…can’t tonight, Britney, sorry! I’m doing something with Mandy.” Her best friend caught on just as quickly, and she nodded too.

“Oh, okay.” Britney shrugged. “Some other time, then. See ya!” And then the class slut strode off, her long hair cascading across her slim back, her ass wiggling in her tight shorts.

“Wow,” Mandy whispered as they watched her leave. “I can’t believe her. She’s acting like nothing’s wrong!”

Trisha smiled at her friend as the two petite girls walked into the classroom. She could always count on Mandy for support, even in something like hating someone together. “I know.” The cheerleaders took their seats at their desks, Trisha carefully adjusting her miniskirt over her slim thighs.

“Still, though…” Mandy said, sounding concerned. “Are you sure it was a good idea to go see Dan again?”

Trisha shuddered slightly at the thought, remembering the way she was passed around by half a dozen men, the feeling of having a cock plunged into her cunt and her mouth at the same time, of being covered with cum from men who had paid to fuck her. At first she was overwhelmed with shame, but then she felt herself tingling with pleasure, thinking about the feeling of those hard cocks powering into her, of the lust in their eyes as they ravished her together, grabbing and groping her dainty body. “Yes,” she said, smiling back at Mandy. “I’m glad I did it. It was totally worth it.”

Mandy’s face remained concerned for a few seconds, but at last she smiled and let out a giggle. “Geez, Trish…I’ll better make sure to never go behind your back like Britney!”

Trisha giggled too. “Oh, Mandy…I know you never would!”

***

That afternoon, Trisha was lounging on her bed, reading for History, when the phone rang. The young cheerleader was lying on the stomach, propped on her elbows, her perky tits pressed against the bedspread, the frills of her miniskirt resting on the slight curve of her ass, so that her panties just barely peeked out the bottom. She had tied her long, wavy brown hair into a ponytail that now dangled down her slim, arched back. Trisha waited for the ringing to stop, assuming that her parents would answer it. But a second later, there was a knock at her bedroom door.

“Trisha, honey?” It was her mother.

“Yeah, mom?”

“Phone for you.”

The petite cheerleader hopped off the bed, straightening her skirt as she thanked her mom and put the phone to her ear. But before she could even say anything, she heard a loud sniff, and then the sound of someone blowing their nose.

“Hello??”

“Trisha!!” It was Mandy. She was clearly crying, her voice weepy and interrupted by constant sniffs and sobs.

“Mandy! What…w-what’s wrong?”

“Oh, Trisha…you were right! I should have listened to you! I’m such an idiot!”

Trisha held the phone closer to her ear, standing in the middle of her bedroom, struggling to hear through Mandy’s sobs. Her friend was almost impossible to understand. “Right about what? I…I don’t understand.”

“About Jon!” Mandy wailed. “I…I just couldn’t h-help it. I told him a-about that afternoon in the bookstore…w-when you taught me about blowjob…”

Trisha sighed. Oh no…

“And he got mad!” she sobbed. “He s-said it was like cheating! He said I had no idea whose dick I was sucking!”

Well…he’s kind of right, isn’t he? I mean, that was the point! Why did she tell him?? “And then what?”

“A-and then he said he couldn’t believe I had done that and he hung up!!! And he wouldn’t answer any of my calls!!”

“Mandy…” Trisha’s heart went out to her friend. “I’m so sorry…”

“No…” Mandy sniffled, her voice getting so weak that for a moment, it was barely a whisper. “No, there’s more…”

Uh oh… “Oh…okay, go on…”

“W-well…” Mandy paused to sniff. “I drove over to his house, right? Because I just had to talk to him! I couldn’t let us end things like that!”

Trisha nodded. “Right. And then…?”

“I…I tried to call him when I got to his street, but he still wouldn’t answer! And when I rang the doorbell no one answered! But I…I knew he was home ’cause I was just talking to him!” Mandy gulped. “So…so I tried to sneak into his bedroom…”

“Oh, Mandy! You didn’t!”

But Mandy didn’t even hear Trisha, and she kept plowing on with her story. “And then, I saw that his light was on, so I was trying to get his attention and I peeked in through the window, and…and…”

“And…what?” Trisha’s eyes widened as she sat on her bed, the phone plastered to her cheek.

“He…he was there…and yalova escort he was…he was…”

“He was what??” Trisha shouted, unable to control herself.

“Oh, Trisha! He was…f-f…” Mandy stuttered now, unable to get out the word. “f-fucking Nicole! I was right! I was right the entire time!”

Trisha gasped. That certainly wasn’t what she expected. “Oh my God! I don’t believe it” What an asshole!

Mandy’s voice was now louder than before, wild and frantic. “B-but Trisha…what if I drove him to her?? What if he always wanted to be with her, but he was faithful to me…until I told him about…”

“No!” Trisha stopped her. “Don’t you see, Mandy? He was cheating on you the whole time! You were the only honest one…you tried to do the right thing! And he took advantage of you!” First Britney, and now Jon… why does everyone have to lie to everyone else??

Mandy’s sniffles came through slowly. “W-what…? You…really think?”

“Of course!” Trisha shouted. “Don’t think that any of this is your fault, Mandy!”

There was a long pause on Mandy’s side of the line. Then, suddenly, the blonde’s voice came back, fiery and angry. “You’re…you’re right! I can’t believe him! You’re totally right, Trisha!”

The petite cheerleader nodded, fingering her miniskirt as she listened. “You’re better off without him!”

“Yeah!” Mandy replied, her voice rising now. “I’m a million times better off without him! I’m…I can’t believe him!” Trisha’s friend was no longer sniffling; now she was sputtering in her anger. “He…he was cheating on me with Nicole the entire time…and he thought I couldn’t be with anyone else? He thought I could only give him a blowjob?? No way!! I’ll show him, Trisha! I’ll show him he doesn’t deserve me!”

Trisha nodded again, smiling. “Good for you, Mandy!”

Mandy kept rambling, as if Trisha wasn’t even there. “I…I’ll show him I can sleep with whoever I want too!”

“Good! Serves him right!”

“Yeah!” Mandy was now speaking in a blur, frantic and livid. “He’ll see! Maybe…maybe I’ll sleep with the first guy I see! Or maybe…I’ll go back to that store and give out some more blowjobs! Or…”

There was another pause, and Trisha flopped down on her bed as she waited, for so long that she wondered if something had happened. But just as she was about to say something, Mandy’s voice came back, and this time it had a different, darker tone to it.

“No, Trisha, I have an even better idea! Remember when we were talking about Dan earlier today? I want you to call him tonight, too! And…I want to go with you!”

Trisha jolted upright. Wait…what?? “Um…h-hold on a minute, Mandy. Let’s not get carried away. I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“No, Trish,” Mandy’s voice was completely steady now. “it’s a great idea! You’ve told me how Dan always uses you like a slut…how he makes you do all these dirty, nasty things! I’m going to do them too! I’m going to show Jon how dirty I can really be!”

What? This is crazy!! “Mandy…wait…two weeks ago you were a virgin! I don’t…I think you should think about this a little bit.” God…I’ve been hanging out with Britney for months, I’m a complete slut, and even I’m ashamed of the things Dan’s done to me! Getting fucked together by a group of strangers…letting everyone watch while two men plunge their cocks into me together…what makes Mandy think she could handle that? She’s crazy!

“No,” Mandy said again. “No, I’m sure about this, Trisha. I’m going to head over to your house, okay? Call Dan. I’ll see you soon.”

“Mandy! Mandy, wait!” Trisha yelped in panic. But then she heard a dial tone. Mandy had already hung up.

Trisha jumped up off her bed, ignoring the fact that her miniskirt was rumpled halfway up her ass, pacing around her bedroom in fright, staring at the carpet, trying desperately to think. At last, the cheerleader stopped in front of her mirror, and looked up. She saw her own reflection in the mirror; a petite brunette, eighteen years old and barely five feet tall, looking just as cute and sweet as usual, with her perky tits thrust out and her slender legs on display underneath her skirt. The little body in the mirror had been ravished and abused so many times by Dan; the tight pussy under her miniskirt had been pumped and drilled by countless cocks in the lifeguard’s apartment. Trisha had subjected herself to enough hard poundings from Dan to know what to expect. But bringing Mandy along?? That’s out of the question! Dan’s already corrupted me…he’s already got me addicted to the way he fucks me, the way he treats me like a whore! But…not Mandy! No way!

Trisha sighed, shaking her head, sending her long brown hair flopping around her pouty cheeks. I’ll…I’ll just have to talk her out of it! I can do that…right?

***

But only an hour later, Trisha found herself standing on Dan’s porch, next to Mandy. Trisha paused in front of Dan’s door, holding her breath, closing her eyes and listening to the night air. She had had this feeling before, in this exact spot: the feeling that this was a terrible idea, that she should just go home ordu escort before it was too late. This time, she was surer than ever. But somehow, here she was. Somehow, instead of changing Mandy’s mind, she had arrived at the lifeguard’s apartment with her friend in tow.

She turned to stare at the blonde, standing next to her on the balcony. Mandy’s outfit was borrowed entirely from Trisha’s wardrobe; a white blouse tied up around her naval, exposing her friend’s impressively slim, taut stomach, and a checkered miniskirt. The skirt’s hem ended in frills that stopped at the tops of Mandy’s thighs, and her legs looked even more slender than usual in sheer white stockings and a pair of Trisha’s black stiletto heels. Not used to the heels, Mandy had tripped and wobbled her way from the car to Dan’s apartment building, but even so the blonde had finished off her slutty-schoolgirl look by putting her short blonde hair up into a pair of pigtails that bobbed briskly in the air with each of her steps. As she stood on the balcony, Trisha couldn’t help admitting that Mandy looked fantastic; a dainty blonde, showing off her petite, teenage figure, looking so innocent and sweet and yet dressed so naughty at the same time. And that just makes things worse! These guys are going to pounce all over her as soon as they see her: an eighteen-year-old blonde, cute and all dolled up!

“What are you waiting for?” Mandy said, staring at her friend with a determined look on her face.

“Oh…um…nothing… I just thought that…maybe we could think this over…”

Mandy quickly shook her head, sending the pigtails flopping. “No way, Trisha. Just knock. I’m ready.”

Mandy had been so fierce and angry at Trisha’s house. Her vindictive side was brand new to Trisha, and it frightened her. The petite brunette had prepared a whole speech for Mandy, ready to tell her friend that there was absolutely no way she would take her, that Mandy wasn’t thinking things through, that she was just doing this for revenge and she would regret it as soon as she got there. But the blonde had shown up refusing to back down, her face flushed with determination, her blue eyes steely and fierce. In Trisha’s room, her friend raged and yelled, demanding the sluttiest outfits to wear to Dan’s, ignoring Trisha even as she desperately tried to get a word in. And before she knew it, she was driving Mandy to Dan’s apartment in her car.

“Mandy, I’m just saying…you can’t imagine what it’s like to…”

“No!” Mandy’s voice was higher than usual, and she fiercely shook her head again. “Just knock, Trisha!”

The cheerleader gulped, and she finally obeyed. Dan opened the door only a second later, his breath smelling of alcohol, grinning down at the two petite girls. “Come on in, sweethearts,” he smirked.

Last night, when Trisha had arrived, the men had been lounged casually around the apartment, waiting for her. But news of her wild, nasty gang-bang must have spread since then, because with a sinking feeling Trisha saw that the room was much more full than yesterday, and this time they were all eagerly edging towards the doorway in a crowd, fighting to see the new arrivals.

They weren’t disappointed. As she and Mandy stepped inside and Dan closed the door, Trisha could almost feel their eyes widening with delight as they drank in the sight: two high school cheerleaders, both of them barely five feet tall, looking just as young and cute as the lifeguard had promised. Mandy was every guy’s schoolgirl fantasy come to life, her tied-up shirt tight around her slim chest and baring her tapered waist, her checkered miniskirt barely covering her ass. Trisha, submitting to Mandy’s demands, had slipped into a short, red strapless dress, wrapped tight around her petite figure. Her perky tits strained against the fabric, two round, ample mounds that seemed just moments away from popping out of the dress’s low-cut top. The material hugged every inch of the curve of Trisha’s waist, the arch of her back and her firm ass, the hem just an inch away from revealing a peek of her thong. The cheerleader suddenly jolted as she felt Dan’s hands on her slim back, and she realized that he was fingering the tie on the back of her dress, teasing his fingers through the single bow; he was relishing the knowledge that with a single pull, he could undo the tie of her dress and let it sag down Trisha’s braless chest and slim frame.

“Well, Trisha,” he smirked. “Aren’t you going to introduce your friend?”

Trisha turned to look at Mandy, and her heart sank. It was just as she had expected. The blonde’s gritty, determined look had been wiped clean and replaced by widened eyes and a frightened expression. She watched as her friend instinctively tried to tug the short miniskirt down over more of her slim thighs, ashamed of her skimpy outfit, trying to cover herself against the leers and grins of all the men in the room. But every bit that she pulled it down only revealed more of her taut stomach, and after a few more tugs the straps of the blonde’s thong peeked out of the top. Mandy noticed them instantly, and with a soft gasp she quickly stopped played with her skirt, instead planting her arms straight by her sides, mortified. I tried to warn her! Trisha thought. It’s one thing to think about fucking a bunch of guys to get back at someone…but it’s totally different to actually be in the room, to see their hungry faces, ready to tear off your clothes… Why didn’t she listen to me?

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Some time ago, I started a conversation with a woman on a hookup chatroom. We talk and get to know each other over some light conversation in the next two weeks, off and on, as we tested the waters with each other.

The conversation start becoming more sexual as we talk about what we like, she loves giving head to strangers, her spit wetting the shaft as she gags with it deep in her throat, I talk about the praise I’ve received from women in regards to my fingers exploring their box, wetting my fingers with their juices, readying them to be inserted inside to bring them to climax.

She mentions a park she takes people to where there are a lot of places to fool around, blowing and licking people she’s talked to and asks if I’d be interested in coming one time. I say that I would need more than just a bj to get me off as I have yet to find anyone who can, following with maybe taking her from behind and as I finger her front. She enjoys the imagery of my playful words and it brings me a slight grin to my face to express those desires, but I restrain myself because I don’t really know who this is, really.

I ask for her to paint a picture of herself, expecting a knockout description to be be a bit too go to be true but she was modest; slim woman with perky B sized breasts in her early 40s with blond hair, a pair of nice legs, described by others as cute-to-pretty with emerald green eyes.

I describe myself as a man of 35 years but looking much younger than I have a right to be by some unseen reason and not because of good genetics. A tall slim with long black hair and blue eyes that gets me the most compliments if any at all.

She laughs at my humorous depiction of my description and offers to meet up at her spot in the park and have fun with one another, starting with her blowing me till I’m hard and possibly more after that. I thought this was too good to be true as I’ve never met up with someone without knowing them, seeing them, first. Concerns over safety, whether this person would like me, whether I’d like them…. again I don’t even know if this is a woman or not, let alone one I’d be attracted to. I’d figure to give it a shot as it was still a public place, somewhere I had always wanted to play, and during the day so I didn’t think much of it in the way of a set up. If I wasn’t in to her, we’d end it there.

She gives the name of the site, a little spot of beach coast off the beaten path that very few people ever go to in the middle of the day. I say I’ll meet her there, follow the instructions she gave, all the while anxious and excited of this rendezvous with a stranger.

The next day, I go to the park and come off the trail onto a small secluded beach the edge of a treeline to see the person I was there to meet. The woman present was indeed being modest, she was pretty and like me, younger in appearance than what she claimed as her true age. He rosy cheeks bloomed prominently giving her the appearance of a round-ish face as she showed her shy, but warming smile. Her eyes locking to mine showing that she liked what she saw, too. Her blond hair ended in curls towards the ends of their strands that rested on her shoulders, fatih escort her frame a slime, fit, one. If she was someone’s mother, then she would be giving their friends plenty of reason to come over to the house. Though the clothing she wore was more “Comfortable Business”, and the fact that she was doing something like this, suggested she didn’t have any.

But it also showed me something else, that the form fitting white top and skirt were easy to get of the way for the play we’d both talked about. I walked over with grin on my face thinking I have done something that rarely happens: get lucky, as she walks over radiating warmth and a desire directed toward me. We close the gab, the one saying the others name, and she proceeds to inch closer as she compliments me. This makes me blush a little, which produces a giggle from her and attracts her to me more quickly. More compliments follow from both of us and she takes her hand inside my jacket to feel against my chest, the last thing she says is that I do, in fact, have pretty blue eyes before kissing me lovingly. A hum comes up from inside throats as I bring her in close, causing her to wrap her arms around my neck to bring her in even closer for a deeper french kiss. My hands grabbed the small of her back as to thrust her waist to my growing hard on, then proceeded to feeling up her firm butt which produced a muffled yelp from her.

She obviously felt my growing member in my pants because she takes one hand and starts itching it through my jeans, which is a big turn on for me. After a few minutes of grabbing, feeling and exploring the pleasure centers of the others mouth, she breaks with another smile and half closed eyes, bites her lip, and compels me to follow her with the desire to keep her hand touching the bulge my crotch. She brings me over to a log fallen by some unnamed flood from the years past, and has me stand near it.

“You’re going to want some place to sit down when I get started,” she says, as she works on my belt and pants while she teases and nuzzles my with her noise.

Tall talk, I think to my self, as many have claimed such a thing. I don’t know why its been this way for me, but as enjoyable as it is, blow jobs have never been enough to get me to climax. She takes her time teasing me with her nuzzling while she completes the task of opening my pants and stroking a semi hard shaft through the cloth of my boxer briefs. She slides down my torso keeping eye contact and lowers the underwear when she’s level, releasing the throbbing dick for her enjoyment. She goes forth with a watering mouth and an enthusiasm that elicits a vocal response from me. I should be melting in her mouth from the pleasure she’s giving me, but instead, brings me to complete hardness. She was right, I would need to sit back on the log. She goes back and forth from her wet, smooth, mouth and twisting tongue to her thrusting hand up and down. I put my hand behind her head and push her in as I thrust forward, slowly, making her gag once or twice which she seemed to enjoy.

“Want to take this further…?” she asks, as she comes up for air. ” I want what you promised me.” I couldn’t zeytinburnu escort lie, I wanted more, too. Her hunger for blow jobs seemed to have grown into more cardinal desires when it came to us, so I dug out a condom from my jacket pocket as I toss it to the side, she opens it, waters the inside for me, and seductively slides it down my shaft. She gets up beside me eyeing me as she seductively draws her spaghetti strap down her shoulder, then her arm to reveal her perky and firm B-sized breasts. She leans over a little, daring me to come at her from behind, of which I oblige her. I come up from behind rubbing my shaft on her butt and groping her lovely mounds, she leans into me with a purr and a hand running through my long hair in the back of my head. Another favorite of mine, this woman was pressing all the right buttons.

We kiss passionately as press and rub against each out, which ends with her leaning forward and saying that she wants me in her ass. The level of hardness in my shaft goes up to 11. I draw up her skirt to reveal no panties and a plug already inserted, as she’d come prepared. A remove the plug and insert my own, a first for me as I have never given anal before, but had always heard that it was best to go slowly. The pressure was greater at the opening and had a different feel further inside, a… resistance pushing against me. She seemed to enjoy the experience though and exclaimed softly for every inch gained inside her until I was completely swallowed up. That was when I had heard my name called.

I looked over to the source of the sound, forgetting that I was in a public area, to see someone I had not thought to ever see again. A young woman in a one piece dress that hugged her curves and a slim body that she had always said was never where she wanted it to be. It was held up by spaghetti straps with one fallen to the side of her shoulder. Her smooth thin legs ended in white sandals and her black hair that ended in blond highlights had grown a little but still hung close to her soft neck line. The Asian features of her were angled leaving the chin rounded instead of a completely round face , which held a confused of bewilderment seeing .

She was my Ex from 6 months past and we haven’t spoken to each other since.

She looked more shocked in seeing me in this situation than the situation itself, for she was as much into this sort of thing, if not more so, than I was, having done far more than I have before we met. The Older Woman whom I was deep inside her ass at the time stood up to see our new guest.

“You’re early,” she said as she picked up on our starring into each others eyes. Turns out my Ex had arranged the same meeting I had with the woman I was inserted in. “You know each other?”

“We’ve met,” I said.

The Older Woman stands straight and against me, drawing back and brushing her fingers against the side of my face while the other side she lightly kisses with wet lips. She talks in between the soft smacks they make. “You think… we can… get her to… join in?”

Like sunlight warming away the fog on the coast, the sight of The Older Woman hitting bağcılar escort on me, enticing and teasing , was turning my Ex on and warming her up to the idea as the confusion faded.

I give her a soft grin and say “I’d like that,” remembering the feelings I still had for her despite the ills. My Ex smiled softly as well and came in close to give The Older Woman a sensual kiss, in her attempting to tease me, before coming to me and doing the same. Except between me and her there was deeper feeling behind it. A longing, a savoring, like a sweet wine after crossing a desert. My Ex gets in front of The Older Woman and raises her skirt to show she’s not wearing any panties either and begins to be eaten by the woman in between us as I slowly begin to fuck her ass. Then faster. Then harder. They each try to quell their moans, one by biting her hand and the other by burying her mouth deeper into the smooth hairless pussy of my Ex. The end comes to them both in a wave of orgasms as I’ve moved on to fingering The Older Woman’s pussy as I thrust into her ass.

What followed next was a orchestra of sounds and movements between the two women. One position where I was facing the beautiful Asian woman and embraced her lovingly one last time, while from behind her The Older Woman played with her body. Another where they’d switch and my Ex played with Older Woman’s pussy and gave french kisses as I continued inside her ass and felt up her breasts.

The two of use continued back and for until I couldn’t hold it in anymore and came into The Older Woman, while my Ex was sliding on her face and coming from the tongue lashing she’d received. My Ex and I both kissed deeply to muffle the moans of your ecstasy. We continuing kissing after the waves rippling through our bodies died down as The Older Woman removed the condom I was wearing as to devour the contents inside she so desperately wanted.

After a few minutes of comfortable pillow talk the teasing began again as the two ladies began making out in front of me, getting each other off and making me hard as well. Knowing my Ex the way I did, she was one to want it raw whenever possible, taking the necessary birth control and testing precautions to allow her her favorite sexual pleasure. As I came in from behind I inserted myself into her wetness and began to make her moan those familiar lovely moans I remembered. The Older Woman came at her from the front and I teased the both of them, making my Ex straighten up to make out with me as I took her from behind. Seeing the moment for what it was The Older Woman put her head down near our connection and began teasing the both of us. The orgasm that followed was a strong one that made me constrict her torso tightly bringing on a stronger orgasm in her, along with her favorite, a pussy filled with cum. This put The Older Woman in prime position to suck and drink it up out of my Ex’s pussy, the clever devil.

We dressed back up and went our separate ways, The Older Woman thankful to have met us as she moves on to the next conquest, and us leaving on nicer terms than the last time we’d talked. Not enough to continue seeing each other again…. sad, I know… but not everyone gets a happy ending.

I look back on this Dumb Luck and/or act of God happenstance fondly as one not to forget, because I’m not that lucky to have it happen again. One thing comes to mind though, some time later on after the event…

I still have yet to climax from a blow job.

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Hyandai awoke early the next morning, and slipped from bed quietly. She had told Trevir to start the bath to warming early and then to go see his mother, than she and Harlen wished a day of privacy. The lad had seemed suspicious, but agreed. She padded down the stairs and to the bathing room. The tub was steaming with heat, and she slowly eased herself into it, the water was very hot and she enjoyed the warmth it fed her. She selected her oils and soaps carefully, not wanting to wash away the cinnamon scent that Harlen seemed to relish. Halfway through the bath, she realized how excited she was, her hands were shaking, and her breath was already short.

She smiled as she washed and oiled herself, thinking that soon, she and her beloved man would be able to make love, finally. She got out of the tub and finished oiling her lower half. The scar on her thigh was minuscule now, and she did not think it would become a real scar, or if it did, it would be nearly unnoticed unless someone were being pretty intimate with her.

She slowly crept back up the stairs and peered into the bedroom. Harlen was still sleeping, and was now curled into a ball himself, without her to keep him more open as he enwrapped her in his sleep. She sat gently upon the bed and stroked his hair. This was her man, she thought. He had sacrificed for her, risked his life for her, and been wounded for her. She felt her heart clench in her chest as she thought that she had almost lost him, that day with the orcs, as she had lost her maidenhood. He was beautiful in his slumber, his face at peace and his mind resting.

She had promised him herself, and was glad she did. He was a good man, despite his own beliefs on the matter, and he deserved someone’s love. The girl considered herself fortunate to be the person who was now charged with giving it to him. She slowly leaned over his head, brushing his hair back from his earlobe.

“Harlen.” She whispered, incredibly quietly. “Awaken, my lover, and take what is yours.”

His eyes flickered open, then his blue eyes focused upon her golden ones. He smiled softly. “Good morning, Hyandai.” He said, whispering himself.

She kissed his brow, then his cheek. “I am yours, my beloved. This morning and for all that may follow.” He lips were feather light in their caresses. She did not have any urgency in them, he felt that, she meant this to take a very long time, and he did not mind that.

He reached one hand from beneath the covers and touched her fiery red hair. “You’ve bathed.” He said. “I should, as well.”

She shook her head slowly. “No. My lover. I would have you as you are, I wish no pause in this today, no chance of interruption or mishap. For, I have waited as long for this moment as you have, and I will wait no longer, if I do not have to.”

He lifted his head from the pillow and kissed her, touching her soft lips with his tongue. “You are my goddess.” He said, softly and ran his fingertips down from her shoulder to her elbow. “I don’t know I could ever be truly worthy of the gifts you offer.”

She giggled a little. “If you, Master Harlen, were not worthy, then I would not be here now, offering myself fullwilling.” She laid down beside him, and started pulling down the covers. “This morning you will make me into the woman I wish to become.”

Harlen sat up and looked down at her now reclining form, so long and lithe, and with such perfect proportions. She was tiny, indeed, but she was exquisite, like a diamond or a elven-wrought blade. He touched her hair, and began tracing his fingertips down her body, sliding over smooth, oiled skin, over the curve of her shoulder, then the softly rounded mound of her breast, with its stiffening nipple. Then he explored further, across the rippled landscape of her stomach, so tensed, it actually quivered a little at his touch, then lover, past the two small halves of her mound, split with a shallow ravine. His fingers explored her completely, moving back up and starting over and finding new paths. She started to heat up under the steady stimulation of the touches. He could see her eyes softening further, and her glances become more intense at the same time. As his fingers slipped between her trim, well-muscled thighs, she moaned, and spread them apart slightly, welcoming his touch. Her mouth had a faint smile as he let one finger explore into her inner places, moistening itself with her fluids and probing her soft folds both outside and in.

She moved her own hand over his, pushing it gently to her, and holding it in place. Her eyes regarded him with intensity, but not urgency. “Explore me, my lover.” She said, as he slid the finger in deeper, and felt her warmth and wetness, she was very slippery inside, and he knew that entering her would be no trouble, at all, so long as he was not too large. She gasped and her legs moved farther apart when he curved that finger and rubbed the back wall of her vagina, then his thumb touched the fold of skin over her clitoris, kırklareli escort not exposing the tiny button, but just pressing over that skin, rubbing it through its protective hood. He smiled down as she groaned again, and her hand seemed to urge more depth, and he pushed deeper. Her other hand had found his manhood and was caressing it, her own fingertips moving softly and cooly on his skin. It was his turn to moan as she finally took hold of it, and her fingers squeezed it tightly. Her small thumb slipped over the head, from beneath, and rubbed up over the tiny slit opening, and it felt moisture there, his own precome. His organ was as stiff as a stone pillar, and her opening was as well lubricated as it was ever likely to get.

“Now, that it has come to it, I am somewhat afraid.” He said, sliding his finger from her. “I wish to not hurt you.”

She smiled a wide open smile. “Then go slowly, but you must go, or the pain I will bear from this bed will be great.” She touched his face. “Take me now, my lover, I will wish to wait no longer to feel you take my maidenhood from me.”

He moved over her, using his well-developed arms to hold his upper body off of her small frame. Her legs parted farther, and he moved close. He could feel her silky skin on his sides, where her thighs rubbed his hips. In this position, her head was just below his own, and she could easily kiss him or put her lips to his neck. For now, she did neither, just watching him with eyes wide and deeply bronze. The engorged head of his organ was at her entrance, and she quivered slightly at its touch. He felt her push upward a little with her hips, she was eager for this now.

The look on her face lost its placidity, and was now very alert. “Is this my love or her fey?” He asked her.

Hyandai took in air, and said. “We are both here, my beloved, for one is naught without the other.” Her voice had a somewhat eerie sound to it, like two voices, almost, very similar, but subtly differing. One had only love in its tone and the other had only lust. She pulled his head down to her, with a gentle touch and the edge of her nails, ever so softly caressing his neck. She kissed him deeply, probing his mouth with her tiny tongue, tasting him, and entering him. As if a cue, he pushed down with his hips a little, feeling her labia part for him, and she sighed into his mouth. He could feel jolts of pure energy shooting through his body, from every point of contact between them, they drove to his mind and then fired outward, like an explosion, filling him all over with pleasure and warmth.

Inward he pushed a tiny bit more. He wanted to enjoy each level of entering her for the first time, and did not wish to rush this. The glans of his organ stretched the tight ring of muscle within her and he could feel it squeezing, unaccustomed to the penetration. Her breath was coming in tiny gasps now, and he could see a bit of anxiety in her bronze eyes. Her whole body was trembling, as if she were cold, and her mouth was open. He swallowed, and slipped another bit into her, the muscle ring was fully pierced now, the head of his organ actually felt the subtle pop of it passing the entry. Her brow furrowed slightly and the look of fear intensified, and a low groan, along with a cut off sound of minor pain.

“I’m hurting you.” He said. “Should I stop?” He had stopped moving, and a few seconds later, her face regained its calm.

She smiled up at him, and touched his cheek. “It will avail us little, my lover.” She giggled, but her face was still lined with concern. “You will be just as large and I will be just as small tomorrow.” Her hands felt along the muscles of his chest. “My body has reacted to the attack as an injury, and it has healed it, but it has left me as a maiden, in truth.” She touched his neck. “An elven girl must accept some small pain to betroth a human.” She said, her eyebrows furrowing deeper as she adjusted beneath him.

“I could try to arouse you more.” He said, thinking furiously of how to avoid hurting her.

She giggled and looked at him with a truly relaxed face. “My cold bottom says I am plenty aroused.” She said, giving in to a bit of naughtiness. “We will need to change the sheets after, my lover.” She closed her eyes a moment, and seemed to think hard, her brow furrowed more deeply than before, then she opened her eyes again, and she swallowed. “Enter me fully.” She said, and took hold of his hips with both hands, and her feet came around him and locked behind his bottom. “Either you do it or I will.”

He breathed in deeply and closed his eyes. She felt him tense for a thrust, and relaxed herself as completely as she could to accept it.

He pushed forward and down, and his organ, held in a silken grip with oiled slickness, slipped into her, until his body was touching hers. Her legs clamped around him, and held him to her, and she shouted out, releasing all the air in her lungs afyon escort in one burst of sound. He opened his eyes, and she was looking at him gently again, her eyes soft and placid. “Sorry, but we had to get past that.” She said. “And sometimes I need help with my courage.” She was breathing shallowly, panting actually, and her body was now covered in a sheen of cinnamon-smelling perspiration.

He looked down, and saw their bodies converging at the middle, his pubic hair pressed to her mound. She looked down, too, and smiled. “There.” She said, then looked back up at him. “Now, my lover, earn that name, and grant to me mine.”

He shifted his weight, and she loosened her legs, letting her feet move to the bed again, with her knees bent, her face went through a few contortions with the legs, as his angle of entry to her changed. “By the Spirits, you humans are big.” She said, shifting her hips a little, and gasping with every few small motions. “I feel like I’m being spitted for a roast.”

Harlen kissed her brow. “If you wish to stop, I will.” He said.

She shook her head vehemently. “No.” She said. “This is working. It is not so painful, it is more just surprising. I knew your size, but I never fully realized what it meant. Despite my own opinions at worldliness, I am a novice in this.”

He pulled about halfway out and entered her again, slowly, and she groaned and inhaled deeply until he was fully within her again, then she let that air go. He could feel her tight muscles in her vagina contracting around his pole and pulling it inward. Her body was not trying to be rid of him, it was encouraging him.

He pulled out again then reentered, and began to stroke that way with a slow, steady rhythm. Her breath gasped out of her with each entry, but the sounds were less and less pained, and more and more satisfied and then pleasurable. He felt the muscles around his shaft relax their grip a little, and her hands began to move again. She brushed his hair from his face and pulled herself up to kiss him, lifting her upper half off the covers. He gently moved his tongue into her mouth and felt her suckle on it gently. He noticed she was using suction and pressure to move his tongue in and out of her mouth at the same times he was entering and pulling from her. She was no longer panting, and was now simply moaning with each entry into her. “The pain is past me, Harlen.” She said up to him, smiling broadly in a self-satisfied manner. “Now you can take me as you truly want. I can see it in your eyes.”

He pulled to nearly leaving her, then thrust forward with all the strength in his legs and waist. He grunted as he did so, ramming is cock to the hilt into her welcoming entrance. She cried out, saying. “Yes.” She accepted his lust now, and he gave freely, driving into her like a mad thing. “Love me!” She cried as their bodies slammed together, sending shockwaves through her and causing her to grunt along with him as she started to lift her hips and angle her pelvis to receive each thrust. “Love me!” She yelled again as she neared her impending climax.

He looked down at her. And her eyes were not bronze, they were deepest emerald, and they seemed to glow in the half light of the room. “I do.” He said, thrusting inward, “Love you.” He said on the following thrust. Her fingernails were on his back and they were fighting his flesh for purchase, a battle they won, digging into his skin and holding his body to hers as she screamed into his neck, her teeth coming down on his corded shoulder. Her entire body felt like a sheet of metal under him, glowing hot and thrumming with the beat of a hammer. Then she went lax, panting again, and her hips still moving to take him into her as he continued to thrust into her deeply, but the light of lust had left her now deeply green eyes. She was sated, and he could see it.

She seemed to recover from a daze and looked at him softly. “Now, for your joy.” She said, and put her hands on his hips, and her feet met on his back again. She was gasping between his thrusts, but seemed to be very intent on something. His penis suddenly seemed twice as long as he knew it was, he felt it moving deeper and deeper into the willing lover beneath him. And he felt his muscles in his groin tighten, preparing to spill his seed into her. As he came, he realized she had been doing it with her muscles inside, moving them opposite to his penetrations, making it seem like he was sliding over more passage than was there. He could feel the liquid jets of his semen flooding into her as he kept thrusting into her opening. She moaned with each jet, not with each thrust, and he knew she felt them fully, and liked them. “I heard that witch say she welcomed your seed to her.” She said, whispering into his ear as he kissed her neck. He looked at her curiously for a moment. “I welcome your seed into a fertile womb, my beloved.” She said and ran another slow pulse of contractions along amasya escort his shaft, as if milking him for his seed.

He slowed his thrusts, then stopped, kissing her. He began to pull his organ out, to give her a rest, but she stopped him with her feet, clamping down on his rump and making him stay still. “You think you are done?” She said. Smiling sweetly at him.

“Well, I kind of…” She kissed him roughly and her tongue parted his lips. He could feel her breathing into him, her exhalation sweet with energy and excitement. He blinked a few times, and felt his cock stiffen again, filling her vagina and opening her wide again.

She moaned as she felt it grow, then looked at him with half-lidded eyes. “I told you the elves taught the Sorceresses how to do their magic.” Hyandai said, eyeing him with her deep emerald orbs. “I never said they had bettered it.”

He laughed and started to push into her again. The lovers held onto each other and enjoyed their passions for a long while. She did not test him, as the witch had, but she did make pleasant use of his body, as he did hers. Every time he flagged, she breathed energy into him, refilling his lungs with her magic, and her lusts. As he spent into her a fifth time, he thanked her fey for that ability, for she claimed that was where that particular talent lay.

Hyandai said, as they laid, both exhausted fully now, “My fey will not let a man’s inability stand in the way of its goals.” After he had asked why she could do what she had been doing after each passionate grapple. Her eyes were deep green now, and seemed to be wont to stay that way. Unlike the few times they had dallied with one another with hands and mouths, the color held fast.

“You said that could last days?” He asked, looking at her eyes closely.

She nodded, and laughed. “Or weeks.” She said. “It matters how much joy I’ve had, and the depth of that joy.” She looked askance at his flaccid manhood. “And your joy was deeply placed indeed.” She said, grinning at him.

He said. “You seemed to get used to it.” His smile was equally broad, and somewhat lopsided. “At least you acted like you were.”

She nodded. “I was, and am now.” She said. “So long as we never go long between our lovemaking, it should cause me little pain.”

One of his eyebrows lifted. “How long?” He asked, suddenly slightly worried.

She kissed his broad shoulder. “A few days, say three.” She said.

He put his hands behind his back. “That won’t be an issue then.”

She started laughing. “How long were you afraid it would be?” She asked.

“I don’t know, I feared it might be a period of hours, like half a day.” He said, eyeing her.

She smiled. “Would you make love to me that often if it were required?” She asked, nuzzling his neck.

He looked down at her pretty green eyes and her lustrous hair, and her lovely figure, and smelled her strong scent of cinnamon. “Even though it would mean a large change to my lifestyle, I would certainly try.”

She nodded soberly. “A large change, hmm?”

He grinned lopsidedly. “Yes, but I can cut back to that, it won’t hurt me much.”

She laughed and poked his ribs with a fingernail. “Cut back?” She cried out. “I will make you eat those words, human.” She said, laughing. She rolled over and sat atop him, straddling his wide waist with her slim legs. She could not even reach the bed with her knees from atop him, but she did not let that daunt her, she shifted her knees to rest on his body instead. They pressed to the sides of his stomach and lower chest. She leaned over him and kissed him again. “Time again, my beloved.” She whispered, and he felt her feed him energy again.

He grinned up at her. “Atop me this time?” He asked. “You are feeling adventurous.”

She returned the grin and reached behind her as she lifted her pelvis from him. “You promised me this one.” She said, and started pushing downward.

He felt his penis encounter something stiff and unyielding, then it yielded, slowly opening to him. She had not aimed him for her vagina, well ready for him, but instead had positioned him to push into her tight anus. Her brow furrowed again, as it had earlier. “Are you sure you want…” He said and she glared at him with those presently bright green eyes, silencing him. She inhaled deeply and straightened her body out, sitting upright with the head of his organ barely opening her tight sphincter.

She closed her eyes and let her weight carry her down, she dropped to his body in a single second, his stiff pole buried in her backside. Her groan was one of pain and pleasure colliding and entwining like serpents mating. The sweat coating had returned as she drove her body past a painful point again, and into the place she wanted it. Her breathing was gaspy and had tiny moans and grunts layered into it. A long moan escaped her lips as she began to rock back and forth, slowly at first, but then with more speed as she became used to the feeling of being opened in this new way. Each time his cock slipped into her tight ring, she exhaled, then inhaled slowly as she slid forward, letting part of it leave her. He reached down between her smooth thighs and brushed his finger over her clitoris, causing her to gasp and look at him, she nodded, and leaned back a little to give him access to that.

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The Last One Left – Part 3: Empress

Chapter 1: Front Row Seat

From that point on, the whole night was pure torture. Not because of anything Asha did to The Kid, chained up as he was to the side of the bedroom wall. It was the stuff she didn’t do. His six-hour boner ended up more like a ten or eleven-hour rager before he was finally allowed to release it. He didn’t think he could get more turned on than he already was when Fae had followed her orders and taken him into the soft cavern of her lips and tongue, but he was wrong, and Asha was determined to make sure he realized it.

He noticed that Fae enjoyed her orders to chain him up. She smiled the whole time and she even gave him a quick little kiss on the cheek when she was done.

Asha noticed it too and when Fae returned to the middle of the room, Asha grabbed her face by the cheeks with one hand.

“You’re in enough trouble thanks to him.” She said as she pulled her petite slave closer. “Don’t make it worse.”

“Sorry.” Fae said through pursed lips.

Asha let go of her face and lifted her by the hips. She tossed her onto the bed with such ease it was hard to believe Fae weighed anything at all.

Fae gasped as she hit the bead. A high breathy noise that stirred him as she landed on her back, her legs already spread open. He could see from here that her lower lips were glistening.

Asha walked up to The Kid. His arms were held high above his head, the two or three links in each chain only let him move his arms around a little bit. Completely naked he felt so exposed to her as she loomed over him.

“Get comfortable.” She said as she crossed her arms over her chest and pulled the loose t-shirt up over her head.

Two mammoth breasts sprang from beneath the cotton shirt. Despite their size they held firm against her muscled frame. His eyes were inches from two great big nipples, hard and dark pink.. Below her tits ran an incredible rack of abs that almost looked like beaten copper in the ruddy orange glow of the room’s light.

She grabbed the back of his head and pulled it between her massive tits. They were warm and soft. He almost lost himself in them like they were a pair of plump fleshy cave walls. Her other hand found his cock and she gripped it like a vice. It made him moan, almost shriek, involuntarily. She laughed and he heard it rumble from deep in her chest.

“You enjoy this while it lasts, kid. Savor it.”

The feeling was unbelievable. He was being man-handled by this giant. She smelled rich and peppery, like she wore men’s cologne instead of perfume. It worked for him. He didn’t know how or why but it worked. Made everything about her so much more exciting.

She didn’t stroke his cock, she yanked it, like she was trying to pull it off. It made for a pleasure sensation that was almost too much at once. Verging on the point of being painful, but riding that balance that made it feel all the more sweet.

He rolled his head around and around, feeling flesh covering his face, his ears, the sides of his neck. Smooth but firm, with hard muscles pressed against his body. He was almost suffocating, but he knew he wanted to stay there forever. Before, the idea of being played around with like a toy had pissed him off, now he couldn’t even remember why. He thought he’d happily be Asha’s slave forever if it meant he got to live like this every day.

Tugging and tugging, like she was milking him. That coffin of flesh, pressing against every part of him, lost in it, her firm hand on the back of his head, gripping the hair and pulling his face deeper between the cleft of her tits, her fist hitting his pelvis as it jerked back and forth…

Then she let go.

No. A voice in his head shrieked. Nooo, not now.

“Uhh-hh, fuck.” Was all his lips could manage as her body pulled away. Before him, Asha smirked, pleased with herself and the desperate look of her newest slave.

“Enjoy the show, big-man.” She said as she turned toward the bed. He looked up and saw that Fae had been watching, her head to the side as she lay on her back, fingers tracing the wet lips between her legs.

He watched her ass as she walked to the bed.. The back of her thong was barely wide enough to be called a strap, most of it was lost somewhere between those twin bronze cheeks.

She reached the bed and climbed onto it. It was set on some kind of slab foundation, but the mattress was high and soft and it sagged visibly wherever she put her weight on it.

She grabbed Fae by her skinny pale legs at the thighs and dragged her closer, Fae gasped at the force of it, and then Asha leaned over her and the two started to kiss passionately.

“Oh my god.” The Kid said aloud. All he could do was watch. His aching groin pulsed and throbbed over and over again. He pulled against the chains, stupidly thinking trying reach the interlocked beauties. To touch them, to get in between their embrace somehow, çeşme escort but the chain links just rattled and held solid against all of his strength.

Asha’s great hands explored every inch of Fae’s body, while Fae’s slender arms wrapped around Asha’s neck. Every now and then Asha’s hands would reach a sensitive spot or grasp one of Fae’s tits or ass cheeks with gorilla strength and it would force Fae to stop kissing her master to cry out in joyful pain. Asha let her, then when she was done she’d press her face back down and explore the corners of Fae’s little mouth with her huge tongue.

Asha reached between her muscular thighs and rubbed herself over the fabric of the thong and pretty soon she was dripping wet herself.

When Asha wanted it, and not a second before, she straightened up and leaned back, taking Fae’s slave chain in one fist as she did it.

She lay back and turned her head to look at The Kid, her wild hair falling off of one tan shoulder as she did it.

‘Enjoying the show?’ Her look seemed to say. The Kid was in hell, a delicious hell. Seeing them go at it with him so mercilessly was as excruciating as it was exciting. It didn’t help that Fae was looking at him now too. Her face was flushed and her mouth was open. She looked like she wanted him to fill her mouth with his cock again.

His eyes met Asha’s and she looked away.

She pulled on the chain, hard. Their legs crossed over each other and their crotches all but collided with a force that sent a jolt up Fae. Asha grunted.

She looked almost angry as she jerked Fae’s whole body into hers again and again. The Kid had watched Delta and Amanda scissor each other a handful of times, but this was far cry from the gentle rolling and rubbing that those two (and himself, the voyeur) had enjoyed. This was violent. It almost looked like Asha was fucking Fae, like she had a cock. Fae wailed over and over again, each time her crotch slammed against her master’s it sent a quiver up her whole body and pretty soon the wailing became one extended groan, begging for more.

He loved Faes moaning little begs but it was Asha’s grunting that took the cake. It took The Kid a second but he realized she was grunting the words ‘Yeah, yeah, yeah’ over and over again.

She pulled Fae into her one final time, hard, and held her there. Now she was grinding, like her cunt was a pestle grinding in Fae’s mortar.

Fae screamed and turned her upper half away. She grabbed the bedsheets like a drowning man grabs dry land. She buried her face in the bedding and it muffled the sound of her screams as they twisted up an octave and another octave after that.

Asha wasn’t having it. She grabbed Fae by that, already messy, half swoop of bright green hair and pulled her upright. Her other hand held Fae by the waist. She could almost wrap that one hand around her slave’s whole body.

Fae straddled Ash, whimpering. She rode her master like she was riding a mechanical bull, up and down and bouncing. Their pussies grinding together. Asha almost controlled her slave like a joystick. She was pulling and pushing her off with one hand while holding her head back by the hair. Fae was nothing in Asha’s arms.

Fae, with her back arched, both hands on Asha’s upright knee, and head pulled back, gave out full throated screams over and over again.

Asha was grunting harder and harder. Every now and then she would mutter something about fae being a ‘good girl’ or a ‘nice little slut’. Fae’s white perky tits were bouncing, those little strawberry nips jiggling hypnotically. The chains and links of the harness clinked with each bounce between the deafening sounds they were both making.

Asha shook her head and let her carrot-coloured hair cascade off her body and onto the bed.

He could see her thigh and back muscles twitching as she pushed her cunt up into Fae’s. Her own tits were swinging back and forth, they looked ripe and they had started to glisten. The Kid wanted nothing more than to get lost in them forever.

Asha’s face was twisted in a grimace. She looked mad, like she was really punishing Fae, but something in the way her brow creased betrayed just how much pleasure she was feeling. At one point she closed her eyes, leaned her head back, and bit her bottom lip. The Kid was certain that he was going to come without so much as a touch that very moment, but he managed to hold it back.

He wanted Asha more than anything, and as hot as the fire burning within him was, he was determined to hold it all back, through whatever games she played. He wanted to wait until he felt the slip of her pussy over the head of his cock and those iron thighs flexing against his own, her heavy pelvis smashing his like a piston.

Fae was the first to come. She announced its arrival.

“I’m coming…I’m coming… I’m…” With rising inflection. When she did, she suddenly looked possessed. A burst of pleasure seemed to run through her and made her shake all over like başakşehir escort a lightning rod that just took a bolt. She wrapped both arms around Asha’s leg and practically sobbed. She clung to it the way you cling to a tree when you look down and see how high you’ve climbed. Asha didn’t seem to notice, she kept going despite Fae’s flailing. She kept on using her toy as Fae came again and again. After a while she would whisper.

“No, I can’t again. I can’t…” And then she would come again anyway.

It felt like a lifetime until Asha herself finally finished. He knew she did because her body shook too. Those massive nipples started quivering on the ends of her melon shaped tits. She let out a low groan that sounded like she was in pain. She sent up one final heavy push against Fae’s cunt, which in turn sent her off into a wail and another convulsive orgasm, then Asha let out a gasp of air and went limp against the bed. Her mighty arms and one upright leg sank down. She gleamed, head to toe in sweat now. Fae fell with her leg, she was still hugging it with both arms, and she lay there, muttering and moaning to herself, much like Marta had done a moment ago. Fae’s swoop of hair was limp with sweat and tangled from where Asha had gripped it like a rope.

They lay there like that for a bit. Fae pushed her hips softly against Asha’s, wringing the last little bits of pleasure from it, gasping a little whenever she found a sweet spot.

Asha’ pushed a hand through her wild mess of hair. Then she brought the hand down in a savage slap against one of Fae’s but cheeks. The smacking sound rang out so loud that The Kid was sure that everyone in Asha’s mansion must have heard it. Fae shrieked but it turned into a giggle.

“Your job’s not done.” She told Fae. “Come here.”

I wonder if the others listen in on Asha’s private time. He thought. I wonder if it gets them excited for their turn. It was hard to think of anything that wasn’t erotic. His mind was swimming in a million hormones. When would this nightmare end? He was sure that when Asha finally fucked him, he’d explode inside her on the first pump.

Fae whimpered and crawled around on the bed, half in a daze.

Sleepily, she brought her face down to Asha’s pussy and pulled the soaking wet thong off of her hips and down her thighs. She started to lick at her, moaning as she did it, moaning more than Asha did. Her eyes stayed closed and she bent to her task with a half-drunk kind of fatigue.

Asha grabbed the back of her head and pushed it deeper between her legs and she rocked her head back from the pleasure of her slaves tongue. The tendons of her thick neck were shiny now.She didn’t moan, she let her pleasure be known by hissing air between her teeth.

The whole room hung heavy with the smell of sex. Asha held Fae’s head down with one hand and massaged one of her breasts with the other, hissing and purring like a lion.

He couldn’t handle much more. Fae had her cute peach but in the air, still quivering with aftershocks. Beneath the pink leather harness, a coiled blue tattoo ran down the length of her spine. Some abstract shape that looked like a snake, weaving its way along.

Wherever he looked, something turned him on and he couldn’t pry his eyes away from the two of them.

He closed his eyes but he still heard their noises. Fae’s wet smacking whimpers and Asha’s low purring growls. Even if he had earplugs, his mind was racing with such horny thoughts that it wouldn’t do any good. Beneath closed lids, visions of Delta and Amanda coupled in passionate scissoring appeared followed by wild orgies that he dreamed Asha’s girls got up to without their master, behind closed doors. Then he pictured Dani, that blue haired girl in the woods and the tits that came free from that little scrap of leather she’d used as a bikini. Those tits were jiggling as her head moved back and forth over his cock. Her hands, complete with fingerless gloves, gripping the backs of his naked thighs. It hadn’t actually happened that way, they hadn’t even kissed, but with his eyes closed he could see it as clear as day.

Finally, finally, Asha moaned loud enough to signal she was satisfied. She touched Fae’s chain between her fingers and pulled her, gently, up so that their faces could meet. She kissed Fae on the lips tenderly, like a little reward for a good job, Fae was almost unconscious but she moaned in appreciation. When their lips parted, a thin line of spit/juice hung from both of their lips, winking in the light before breaking.

“Did I do it right, master?” She said in a whiny voice that wasn’t her regular speaking voice. Asha must have liked it when she spoke that way.

“You did it just fine, baby-girl.”

Asha spread out on the bed, breathing heavy, chest heaving long and slow. Fae collapsed like a ragdoll onto her master’s body. They both lay there, dozing. Asha’s arms came up to embrace Fae in a soft bear hug while she stroked her hair.

Even seeing küçükçekmece escort these two in the afterglow was enough to drive him insane. Their glistening bodies wrapped around each other…

Well, in truth it was more like Asha’s body was wrapping around Fae’s. The little green-haired slut looked more like a teddy bear in Asha’s powerful tree-trunk arms.

They stayed like that so long he thought they might have forgotten he was still there. The passion was dying out in the room and that helped ease his ache, but only a little. Watching them lie there, looking satisfied, only called attention to how pent up he was. It felt like his stomach was full of stones. If his balls got any heavier, he was sure he’d pull the chains out of the wall, or snap both of his wrists against the manacles.

Asha opened one eye and he realized it was looking straight at him. It scared him a little, the sight of that sudden predator eye. She really did look like a lion, eyeing up a helpless cut of fresh meat. Her lips pursed in a little kiss that she sent his way.

“Enjoy the show?”

Chapter 2: Darkness

Fae left without even giving The Kid a glance. She was so disoriented he thought she might have even forgotten he was there. When Asha was ready, she got up off the bed and went over to her cabinet.

Oh jesus. He thought, but she only came up with a wide ribbon of silk. Not one of the scary looking metal things.

She didn’t say anything, she just ran the black shiny fabric through her hands. She wound it around her fists and pulled it tight, then she began walking toward him. He thought she might try and whip him with it or something, but it was far too light for that.

She came up to him and raised it to his eyes. He realized what it was then.

“No, wait.”

Her hand dropped low again and his words were cut off in a sudden gasp of strained ecstasy. She had seized his cock in her hand and was yanking it savagely.

“Shut up. You speak when I tell you to speak. Got it?”

He bared his teeth but he kept his eyes on her, angry, defiant.

She pulled harder and squeezed.

“I asked you a question.”

He couldn’t help it. It was too much.

“Yess…” He managed.

She let go. His body went limp, held up by the wrists like a corpse.

“Good.” She raised the silk to his eyes and tied it around, knotting it at the back, bandana style.

He opened his eyes and it didn’t look any different than when they were closed. His vision was completely gone. She had tied the silk tight around his forehead and cheeks and he was blind to the world.

He tried to shake the blindfold off but he couldn’t, he tried to push it off by rubbing the side of his head against his arms but he couldn’t manage that either. She’d made it so tight it wouldn’t budge.

He heard her spit and she grabbed his cock again. It wasn’t as hard this time, now she was stroking it back and forth, her spit making her palm smooth and slick. It felt so much more intense with his vision gone. It felt like someone had cranked his nerves up to eleven.

He felt her lean in close. The smell of her cologne burned in his nostrils with renewed strength. The darkness in his eyes grew deeper, whatever light broke through the silk was being blocked by her frame. Her lips met his ear. Her hand continued to work, back and forth. Her other hand suddenly gripped his shoulder. He felt her tits pressing against his body, two nipples sharp on his skin.

“You like this?” She whispered in his ear.

He couldn’t have responded if he wanted to. His entire world was just pleasure, charging in the smooth friction up and down his cock, building like static electricity.

“Uh-uuhhhh.” Was all he could manage. He was her plaything. Fully in her control. It felt horrible. It felt incredible. He loved it, and he hated it. Hated that he loved it, and he loved that he hated it.

“I–i–i.”

“Mmm?” She said, but she didn’t stop. Her hand started sliding faster.

“I’m c-coming.” His throat was constricted but he could force the words out.

Suddenly she stopped.

“Not yet you’re not.” He felt her presence moving away. Her rock hard body left the feel of his. The shadow she cast over him left and his vision went from solid black to very dark gray.

“No!” He cried. “Nooo! Fuckkkk!” He thrashed against the chains like an animal. He couldn’t believe it. It was hell. To be brought so close and to just… Oh fuck, no.

She laughed at him from across the room. His cock was iron now, and throbbing. He wondered if someone could die from being too horny. If they could, he must have been getting close.

“Don’t blame me, bitch. You’re the one who wanted to play hard to get.”

“I’ll kill you! Get back here!” He raved, he thrashed some more. He lost control of what he was saying. He hated her, but he needed her. His mind swam with thoughts of Dani, and Fae and the feel of Fae’s mouth bringing him so close, and Delta and Amanda and that long kiss they shared when they said goodbye but now they were naked, and the chocolate skinned girl with the afro was on her knees infront of him now and he wanted to bust his load all over her dark tits, or how Marta had quivered when he fucked her and he should have just said ‘fuck it’ and come inside her when he had the chance but oh god it was too late now. Why was she doing this to him?

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I woke up to a Tuesday morning looking at the Sun shining brightly outside the window. I freshened up quickly and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for myself. After what happened on Sunday night… I had taken three days off from office to steady myself and get over the fucking. It was 8:30 am when the doorbell rang. I opened the door and found a delivery man standing with a small parcel… I asked him who sent it as no name was written on the package. He said he didn’t know the person as that’s not his duty. I took the parcel and closed the door behind me. I sat at the dining table to open the parcel. Opening it, I found in it a red lacy bra with its portion covering the nipples were gone and panty with its crotch area gone. I kept staring at it and soon recognized it to be one of my own only… I was confused.

My phone rang and I received the call, it was my best friend. He asked me whether I was home and when I said yes ,he requested me to accompany his those three friends around the city, who had stayed at my house sunday night as he had to go for an important meeting which he couldn’t avoid. Before I could say anything to him, he cut the call. I was tensed as I had to be with those three men again. I was lost in my thoughts as my phone rang again, güngören escort it was an unknown number calling. I received the call only to be greeted by a rush of dirty names like slut, whore, cocksucking bitch, pink pussy, cuntseller etc. It was one of the 3 men who had fucked me. He said that they were on their way to my house and I was supposed to wear what was in the parcel while welcoming them in my house. I knew there was no way for me to escape. So, I went to my bedroom and changed into the degrading lacy innerwear. As I looked into the mirror I saw my nipples already standing erect through the holes in the bra. I went down to the drawing room and sat waiting for them.

The bell rang and i stood opening the door welcoming them in. what shocked me was that they were not three but four. As I closed the door and came in I saw them sitting on the sofa. The one who fucked me first on Sunday said he was Max and his partners in operation last day were Jim and Tom and the fourth man was Dexter in short Dex. Dex suddenly told that he thought my tits were 34DD in size, but a slut like me should be at least 36DD. I got embarrassed, and he smirked. Jim got up and handed me a pill again and asked me to gulp it if I didn’t want to get pregnant. esenler escort After I had the pill, Max got up and kept something in my hand. I saw that it was a pair of small vibrators and said that He had its remote with him.

Tom came and opened my bra and panty and threw them away. He then took out a duct tape from his pocket, took one vibrator and placed it over my clit and sealed it in place with duct tape. I was asked to dance as they played the music and Max would control the level of the clit vibrator. As I continued to dance cheaply the vibrations in my clit became more powerful and I couldn’t take it any more.I sat on my knees as the orgasm neared me but Max cruelly stopped the vibrator. Max then asked me to offer my tits to Dex as he was the new one. With teary eyes I did what I was told. Dex asked me to put my hands at the back and as I did so, he unceremoniously slapped my tits hard. I screeched in pain. Tom ran and brought the discarded panty and stuffed my mouth with it. I was gagged. Dex kept on hitting my tits and Jim kept pulling and twisting my nipples hard till my tits glowed red and my nipples too sensitive. But the torture was not over. Tom handed me the second vibrator and I was to count upto ten holding sarıyer escort it over one nipple and then on the other as Max had the remote control in his hands again. I don’t know how long I kept doing that but they made it sure that I never got my release.

Max took out the panty from my mouth and Jim took away the vibrator from my crotch. Dex took the lead and brought his erect cock to my mouth.I started sucking it slowly but he pushed his cock deep in my throat.

He fucked my mouth as I rubbed Max and Tom’s cocks with both my hands.I saw from the corner of my eyes Jim bringing the dreadful glass bowl from kitchen. He then sat down and rubbed his cock looking at the scene before him. Dex suddenly pulled out of my mouth and then he again pushed his cock in my mouth and came. A cumlover that I was i was asked to milk his cock till the last drop but not swallow the cum. I was to deposit the cum in the glass bowl. Dex moved to the sofa And Max first then Jim and Tom fucked my mouth and their cum got deposited in the bowl. I didn’t remember how many times i sucked whose cock but when they finished the glass bowl was full with cum.They made me stand straight and applied the cum on my full body . I sucked and licked their fingers clean after they finished putting cum in my cunt hole and then seal it with my butt plug as usual. They brought the air cooler(portable) and made me stand before it till the cum dried on my body.Then I licked the bowl clean of cum and they asked me to sleep on the floor of the living room as they sat on the sofa and watched a movie.

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Authors Notes: This ended up being quite longer than intended. I had spent the entire day reading femdom fantasy stories and knew I would need to write my own. Eventually this came out of it. This is my first author note and I felt I would include some notes at the beginning of what to expect.

Tags: Nonconsent, femdom, tentacle, shapeshifting, futacock, mind-break, succubus, fucking someone until they are literally about to die.

Thank you for reading and please comment and vote if you like it.

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I was excited. Giddy. I could not wait for 4pm to hit. I mean, I had already finished my work but I needed to stay logged into the system until exactly 4 or my bosses would be quite annoyed. I was a programmer who worked from home now because of Covid and needed to wait until that exact moment to finally head off.

And there it was. The clock ticked 4 and I immediately shut my system off. A tinge of nervousness quickly rang throughout my body but I wasn’t going to be stopped now. Even the bead of sweat that suddenly sprang from my forehead would not stop me.

Tonight, I was going to summon a succubus. Or demon. Succubus-demon thing. And I suppose stating I was going to was a bit presumptuous. I was going to attempt to summon a succubus to my home today and then fuck the living shit out of her.

One of my friends had stated he had done it a few weeks ago and had gotten the sexiest demon. He told me they could change how they looked on a whim and he requested it to turn into a short and big breasted woman who he then fucked the living daylights out of. I was jealous to say the least. I mean, I was the more sexual one of out of both us. I had experimented more. Hell, I still occasionally used a dildo on my ass. I was the one who had more weird and crazy sex in college. I’d done it all. Dominant. Submissive. Of course, I had been a proud dominant for a while now. The fact this dweeb friend of mine had summoned a succubus first and done something so crazy before me? Well, I just had to get my own sexy demon bitch to take and fuck.

At this point, there was not much left to do except wait for night time. My friend had given me all the instructions for the ritual and I had set it all up in one of my spare rooms. I usually was a bit annoyed at the size of my house as it required me to either spend an entire sunday cleaning or hiring a maid but in this situation, it was helpful to have so many rooms. Who else has a house where they can just dedicate an entire room to summoning a demon-fucking-succubus to rail?

The last things I had to do simply were to get within the circle of candles I had formed and spill my blood onto the floor while chanting some phrases. It was definitely going to be a bit weird but thankfully it was fairly straightforward and simple. The most complicated part was going to be reading the latin phrases but my friend had promised me he had absolutely fucked up the wording and still got it to work.

I decided to quickly eat some leftover pizza and then wank all the way until 8 pm. By wank I mean edge of course though. I wanted to make sure that my cock was primed and dripping with precum. If I didn’t leave a gallon of cum in this slut by the end of tonight, I would hate myself. I made sure my balls were full.

I also showered and combed my semi-long blonde hair. I had straight medium length dirty blond hair and I pulled it back to form a kind of mullet. I didn’t use any gel so occasionally my bangs would flip back to tickle my cheek and nose but I would quickly pull it back again. It wasn’t long enough for a hair tie either yet. I made sure to clean everything on my body. I was going to be squeaky clean to start this night of debauchery and would end the night most likely slick with sweat. Looking at myself in the mirror, I was happy. I mean, as happy as any skinny white kid could be in the mirror. I had a low fat percentage and so I came off as a bit lean but my muscles were incredibly weak and non-existent. My cock was decently average in length and a bit thicker than most. I usually wore glasses but for tonight I had put my contacts in. My arms were long and my fingers even longer. I had typist fingers. Or piano fingers. Long slender, feminine fingers that currently had black painted nails. Black nail polish was one of my obsessions and I loved how it made my fingers look. Of course, it often drew some glances and looks from family and friends but I always was quick to argue that some femininity never took away from my masculinity. I was skinny and had long hair and long fingers with painted nails but that didn’t mean I wasn’t a man. I was a man, I told myself, who could fuck hard and good.

From there time seemed to slow down. Of course when looking gleefully into the future, you must wait forever. But eventually it was time. I made sure that all my sex toys were in the room in the corner. I had put a small inflatable bed in the corner of the room. I had some water bottles laid out for when I inevitably got tired and thirsty. Beyond all that, this room was completely empty and bare. There was a window facing artvin escort the street but I made sure to have curtains which I had duct-taped to ensure privacy. It was time.

I stepped into the middle of the pentagram and sat down. I was naked except for my underwear which held my aching hard cock tight to my skin. A small knife in my left hand and my phone in the right. My house was completely quiet and this room was no different. Even the creaks that often came from a house settling in had toned down and now all you could hear was my breathing. I wish I could say that my heartbeat was a cool 65 BPM like it usually was but I had to admit I was a bit nervous. My heart was pumping and thumping quickly and my chest felt a bit constricted.

I took a big breath, swallowed my anxiety, and began to read from my phone. The candles flickered and swayed despite the lack of any current in the room. They danced across my walls and ceiling. The warm orange hue they gave off made the room feel a bit congested.

I continued on. I knew some Spanish and was able to roll my r’s so I figured that Latin was the same way. After all, Spanish was a romance language which was derived from Latin right? The words sounded weird as they echoed in the large empty room. I couldn’t help but flicker my eyes from left to right and up to down. I surveyed the room at the same time I read the words on my phone.

There wasn’t a lot to read but it felt like each word stuck in the room. Out from my mouth and then bouncing along the walls and settling in my ears. Each word needed a bit of time until the next one. Halfway through, it began to feel like there was peanut butter in my mouth. Opening my mouth was a struggle and to say words even more. By the time I was on the last sentence, I had to over compensate to say the next word. Anyone looking at me would think I was constantly yawning and trying to release ear pressure by the way I widened my lips and made my mouth open.

Finally I reached the last word and upon uttering it, a bloody metallic taste spawned in my mouth. I put my phone down and slit the middle of my palm a bit. Blood spilled out and dripped onto the wooden floor. A pitter and a patter.

After a few drops of blood stained the floor, my mouth finally gained independence and was able to move easily. I yawned quickly and stood up. I looked around and saw nothing except the twisting shadows across the walls from the candles. Suddenly, one by one in a coordinated manner the candles began to sizzle and their flames ceased. Within a moment, the room was completely dark. The realization that I had really done something hit me like a bag of bricks. My tongue got stuck in my mouth and my throat closed up. My hand began to burn as I remembered that I just had cut myself open.

Suddenly, a voice came from the dark nothingness.

“Did you summon me?”

The voice was sweet and alluring. Playful in a sarcastic way. I suppose that made sense. She was a succubus demon type entity or something. She knew what she was here for.

“Yes, I did. Let me turn the lights on and you can get to work on p-pleasing me!”

The first half came out commanding like I wanted to but by the end, I heard her sigh and my throat closed again making me stutter.

I stepped towards where I believed the light should be but suddenly my head hit something soft and fleshy. I stepped back and put my hands up to grab whatever was in front of me. And grab they did. Soon, my hands were full of smooth and soft skin and she let out a slight moan. I realized she was in front of me and I had grabbed her breasts.

“Wow, your tits feel like they’re huge!” My cock was growing in size and I was excited for what was about to occur now. I was still poisoned with anxiety but knowing that her tits were now going to be huge and that this was clearly real pulled me back into my fantasies.

Suddenly the light came on and after the initial second of blinding light, I looked forward and finally saw her. I had to look up.

She was at least a foot taller than me. Her hand had flicked on the lights and her skin was a deep dark shade of red. Her fingers were slender, like my own. She had a small nose with a metal septum piercing. Her lips were dark green contrasting with her skin and they were full. Her eyes were black and seemed like a vortex. They seemed like an illusion where if you weren’t looking they stood still but as soon as you looked at them they began to turn and spin. Her ears were small. Her hair was black and seemed long except at the moment it was in a double bun. One bun poking off the left side and the other poking off the right. Her eyebrows were also black and of medium thickness. Her face in total was a bit of a lighter red than her skin.

My eyes were drinking all of it in and the air felt tight. Like suddenly it had become limited in this big room and she was taking more than her fair share.

Her neck was tight with the muscles and veins visible. Did blood run through those veins? She had muscular shoulders aydın escort that continued on into somewhat thin but clearly strong arms. And then there were her gigantic breasts. Huge and plump but not saggy. They seemed like they had muscle of their own as they stayed firm and perky. She had large green areolas with big puffy nipples. Her chest had light abs as well. Further down, she had a small black patch of hair above her pussy. Her pussy wrapped underneath her but from what I could see, it was also a shade of green. Her thighs and legs were thick and muscular as well. It felt like it took a year for me to finally finish observing her entire body.

Finally, I looked back up at her and she smiled. Her green lips slightly parted to show white teeth. She grinned wider and a blue tongue shaped like a trident came out. It was so long and reached the top of her breasts before she finally pulled it back. Was that its entire length or was it longer?

“Did you want me to get started on pleasing you?” She bent her down to my eye level and asked me with a smirk.

“Y-yes!” I responded unsure of what to even do. She was so much bigger and taller than me. I had to find my composure. To take charge of the situation and realize my fantasies of fucking like an alpha tonight.

She bent down onto one knee. Her knee striked my floor and made a loud noise as if she might leave a dent. Even on her knee, she was still far from my cock. Her height was impressive. Her tongue slipped back out between her green lips and wrapped around my cock. I put one leg back to steady myself as her tongue began to jerk my cock. Her tongue was thick and oozing with spit making my cock lubricated immediately. Her tongue must have had saliva glands on it as it only got thicker with drool as she slid up and down the shaft.

She started to pull me a bit closer with her tongue before grabbing one of my hands with her and putting it on her shoulder. I then moved my other hand and put both on her shoulders so I could steady myself.

The pleasure was immense. She grabbed my hips and held me firm so I was unable to thrust despite my deep desires to just start pounding her tongue grip.

I dropped my head back and pushed my fingers into her shoulder to support myself. I began to cry out and moan as the feeling of pleasure rose in me.

“Oh my fucking god, this is amazing, let me fuck your face, let me fuck your face, I want to fuck your face, I want to fuck your fucking face,” I could feel the horny aggression rising in me. I was ready to grab each side of her hair buns and pound her mouth until she was choking and gagging.

Her tongue tightened on my cock before releasing and whipping back into her mouth.

“Before that happens, what’s your name sweetheart?” She asked as she gulped down the spit and most likely some of my precum.

“Jake. Um..what’s your name?” I really didn’t even care. The sooner I got to fuck was all I cared about. Who knew how long I would have her here? I had completely forgotten to ask my friend

My balls were tight and full of cum

“Cute name. I’m Liz.”

That weirded me out.

“Like as in Elizabeth?”

“Sure,” she responded quickly

“Well, Liz, I-I am looking to fuck tonight. I don’t know how long I have you here but as your M-Master for the night I am expecting to cum many times tonight and I’d like to get that done as soon as possible!”

I said, all in one breath. I gulped down air immediately after. I knew I was the Master here and I needed to be commanding.

“Oh, of course, yes, you are the Master. A beautiful sexy man like you.” She reached out and clawed down from my belly button to right above my cock.

She finally got off her knee and stood back up. Towering above me she looked down instead of coming to eye level this time and said,

“Take me and fuck me Master. Fuck my cunt and give me all your seed,” I looked into her eyes and began to melt. The sheer beauty of her face and sexiness of her body. Crafted with pin-point precision by Satan himself.

Yanking my eyes away from the vortex in her eyes, I looked away from her and began to scratch my head a bit.

“Um, well, I was told that you could change sizes so do you think you could like…get shorter….and maybe a bit thinner. Keep the big boobs though!”

My cheeks blushed red. I was asking this strong muscular demon to get smaller so that I could force-fuck her. The only way for me to be the Master I claimed to be was to ask her to get smaller.

“You don’t like how I am right now?” She asked, pouting.

“No no! You are incredibly sexy and attractive! I just…well…I mean…you can’t expect me to like…” I trailed off nervously

“But you’re my big masculine man!” She grabbed my hand and trailed along it until she got to my feminine painted fingers. Pulling all the way up to her mouth and sucking on my index. Giving it a quick slurp before dropping it back to my side.

I was frozen and stuck in place. This woman…no this fucking demon was taunting me. balıkesir escort She was calling me feminine and weak!

Anger began to replace my nervousness and fear. How dare she!?

“I am.. I am exactly that!” I yelled out, trying my best to make sure my voice didn’t crack.

“Yeah, you’re gonna fuck me right?” She pushed my shoulder back with just her fingers. She walked towards me, pushing my shoulder each time she got too close. I stepped back to keep myself from falling as she continued to shove me.

“You’re gonna fuck me like a slut and pull my hair? I can see your fantasies, you have been thinking all day about how you were gonna take me and fuck me and fill my sweet delicious pussy with your jizz,” she continued to taunt me.

The fear came back as quickly as it had gone. The anger and fear mixed into me and I knew I had to try one last time to take control of the situation. I couldn’t believe what was happening. This shouldn’t be happening to me. I got myself ready to take a stand.

“I SUMMONED YOU HERE, NOW I’M GONNA FUCK YOU AND TAKE YOU, I AM YOUR MASTER, YOU WERE SUMMONED BY ME” I screamed out at her. I puffed my chest and shoulders trying to feel powerful but nothing could help the fact that I was a small, weak naked boy right now. My heart was pounding in my chest and my ears were swelling with blood. I breathed in through my nose and out through my mouth attempting to calm myself.

She just stood there and looked at me with a serious face.

Then her mouth curled into a smile. A wide deathly sinister smile that continued to grow until her pearly white teeth showed and her tongue laid out a few inches. It hung from her mouth and along the trident end, spit dripped to the ground. I saw her muscles begin to flex and tense up.

My eyes met her eyes and I was taken immediately. The vortex had become a cyclone and it swirled at an infinite speed. It was a seemingly endless pit of void and it seemed to swallow my entire reality. Nothing else existed except her.

The room began to fade and the panels of the wooden floor dropped into a black abyss. I stopped breathing. I stopped caring to breathe. I simply stared at her as the world went dead. The bloody metallic taste flooded my mouth. My nose filled with the scent of sex. My hands and toes felt tingles and I felt a rush across my entire body that made the hairs stand.

Time stopped. My mind was beginning to collapse and this beautiful sexy demon was ripping it apart with only her eyes. It felt like she was feasting on my consciousness with the intention of leaving nothing behind. Tasting every thought, every memory of mine. Sucking it out of my brain solely through the cyclone.

And then suddenly it all stopped. I felt myself again and all of my senses rushed back. I still could not move my eyes from her gaze and the room was still an empty abyss of nothing but at least I felt myself again.

And then suddenly in a blink everything shifted.

I was back in my college dorm room. On my bed. My ass stuffed to the brim with my roommate’s girlfriend’s strap-on and my roommate’s cock stuffed in my mouth. I couldn’t move a single muscle but yet all the sensation was there.

My asshole was being ripped apart by Cheryl. Dylan was fucking my face. Dylan ripped his cock out of my mouth and slapped me with it. I remembered this. By the end of that night, my face was a slobbery mess and I came multiple times. Cheryl was a very dominant woman. She fucked Dylan later that night with the strap-on while I watched. It was one of the hottest sex acts ever.

Cheryl had been over at my dorm many many times since she dated Dylan. But it was one day that she came over without him and caught me jerking off. She then went through my porn history and taunted me. She forced me to jerk off in front of her and how I liked to please myself. God…the feeling of fear and pleasure that mixed together was addicting. The rest of that entire year she would fuck my ass. She eventually broke Dylan’s heart.

It all felt so fucking good.

And then as sudden as I was being fucked and stuffed, I was in my current house in my own room. I was bouncing on a dildo while jerking off and watching femdom porn. I didn’t even remember this particular memory but this was common of me to do…

I then watched and felt my body shake and tremble and shiver and shoot cum onto my chest. This was too much. I was already reeling from the feeling of the previous memory and here I was in another one cumming intensely.

I was immediately then pulled out of that memory as well. But this next one, I was unsure of. My vision was black. I was thrusting in and out of someone as she squealed and moaned. My hands glued to her hips. I was jack-hammering her cunt and going faster than I ever remember having gone. I tried to recall the memory but it was impossible. Who was this? When was this?

Whoever it was she was crying out and begging for cock. And I was apparently really giving it to her. She loved me and wanted me and her legs wrapped around my ass, yanking me deeper into her. I wished so badly I could control this body and rip whatever was keeping my vision dark. The moment was coming however. I felt the balls on my body tighten and my cock began to shoot cum into whoevers pussy this was. The orgasm was intense and I felt her pussy grip my dick. Grabbing it and pulling at it trying to make sure it didn’t leave.

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Author’s Note: This is a porn parody of several well-known comic book characters. Wonder Woman, Wonder Girl, Troia, Power Girl, Super Girl, Nightwing, Batman, Superman, Cheetah, Giganta, Aquaman, Batgirl, Huntress, Justice League, Green Lantern, Poison Ivy, Queen Hippolyta, and Steve Trevor are all copyrighted characters and properties of the DC Comic Universe, and all rights belong to DC/Warner Bros.

Wonder Woman Created by Charles Moulton, Superman Created by Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster, Batman and Nightwing created by Bill Finger and Bob Kane.

This story takes place after the Crisis on Infinite Earths, but prior to DC’s Launch of its “New 52.”

*****

Wonder Woman

In

THE POWER TRAP Part Two

by

Sperman Alexie

Synopsis: Diana Prince is startled to discover a report that her alter ego, Wonder Woman, has been conducting high-profile heists of gold, diamonds and other fine jewels, making no attempt to conceal her identity.

Diana interrupts a heist, and discovers a second Wonder Woman whose power and strength match her own.

Before long, this other Wonder Woman, named Lorana, reveals herself to be Diana’s half-sister, a daughter of one of many possible Greek gods, and her demi-goddess mother, Queen Hippolyta.

Lorana overpowers Wonder Woman and forces her to make an impossible decision: join forces with her evil sister, or allow a man’s erect penis to defile her body, rendering her powerless, and mortal.

Diana chooses to forfeit her power rather than join Lorana in her criminal activities. Using a captured police officer, Lorana prepares for Diana to become simply human.

Diana begins to cry as she feels a rock-hard cock enter her virgin pussy. Based upon the strength of the thrusts and the pain, she knows her powers and super strength have evaporated in seconds…

But Lorana’s fiendish plan is just beginning…

Lorana really was enjoying this. Her body-temperature strap-on dildo was busily fucking Diana’s brains out while Cheetah was enjoying the cop’s rock-hard cock in her own pussy. To top it all off, Cheetah was occasionally lapping at Lorana’s pussy. It was a wild fuck-train. This was glorious. Diana was bawling, thinking she had lost her power, and Lorana was enjoying the chaos of it all.

“Great He…He…Hera, give me strength,” Diana moaned pitifully.

“Shut the fuck up, slut, I own you now,” Lorana bellowed. She stopped fucking her sister’s cunt and forced her to turn around to sit face to face, the rock-hard dildo still plunged deep into her pussy. She kissed Wonder Woman deeply and then forcefully pulled her sister’s head down to one of her hard nipples. “Suck on that, bitch!”

Diana sucked her tit greedily, causing it to harden and grow more inside her mouth. Before long, Lorana felt drips of nectar trickling out of her ducts. As soon as Diana tasted that, she sucked harder.

“You are now completely in my control, sister,” Lorana cooed into Diana’s ear. “Once you drink the honey of the gods, you lose all strength of will.

Lorana pulled Cheetah’s face to her other breast, and both women began sucking on her huge tits heartily. Both got mouthfuls of the sticky nectar, and both sucked harder yet.

Her laughter filled the warehouse.

* * *

So evil… but so beautiful… so tempting… so delicious…irresistible, Wonder Woman thought as she sucked on her half-sister’s breast. Why didn’t mother tell me? Why… wh… it doesn’t matter now. All that matters is satisfying Lorana… mmmmm so delicious. Can’t resist. So beautiful.

Without a word, her mouth began to kiss down Lorana’s belly, licking a trail toward her beautiful vagina. Diana’s tongue probed her sister’s clitoris, licking tiny circles around Lorana’s love button. Eventually, Wonder Woman’s probing tongue found its way to the other Wonder Woman’s fount, slowly licking the lips before gently penetrating the depths of her warm, moist quim.

Diana couldn’t control her desire, and what’s more, she didn’t want to anymore. Her only desire was to please her sister, and hopefully experience pleasure of her own. Right now, just licking the nectar from Lorana’s beautiful pussy was satisfaction enough. She licked and sucked, lapped and slurped, taking all the precious golden fluid that seeped from her sister’s loins. It was the same precious stuff that had trickled out of her voluminous tits.

So delicious…

…so delicious…

She heard Lorana’s laughter, and for the first time, it made Diana happy as well…

* * *

Location: New York City

Donna Troy had refused to believe the reports that Diana had turned evil, but her own eyes told her otherwise, now. She stared through her binoculars at the scene almost a mile away. Wonder Woman… well, Wonder Women and Cheetah were bahçelievler escort ransacking Coastal Gold Exchange. Each had large bags of gold and some gems. From the look of it, they were skipping some very valuable gems, going only for specific ones.

“Nightwing, is everyone in position?” She spoke into a small communicator.

Dick Grayson responded with two clicks. Meaning that the members of the Titans had taken up positions for a surprise attack.

“I’m going to fly down there and talk some sense into Diana,” Donna said. “If I don’t respond in three minutes, come in shooting to disable.”

Two clicks.

Donna leapt from her position atop a nearby building and glided on the air currents down to her sister’s location.

* * *

Diana hated what she had become. On the surface, she reveled in the chaos and destruction, but deep inside her, in her innermost being, where Lorana had not yet touched her, Diana was reviled by what she was doing. But like a helpless child, her deepest subconscious could do no more than watch as all the destruction unfolded around her.

On the outside, her face bore a smile. It was like there were two personalities running around inside her. A Dark Wonder Woman on the outside, with a Pure Wonder Woman on the inside. Every time the inner pure Diana tried to take over, that accursed golden dildo would start exerting total control over her… like right now. Oh gods it felt so good. Oh Hera, why must it feel so good?

Not that good, really, the Pure Wonder Woman thought from the deep, dark corner of the subconscious. Those orgasms are mind-blowing, but they’re nothing like the one I achieved earlier when I was fantasizing about Kal-El. These orgasms are more like… like a mental overload than an actual climax.

In her frustration, she tore open a vault and was rewarded with a crippling orgasm. She stumbled to her knees and began writhing on the floor, her whole body awash in sexual ecstasy.

“Diana, stop what you’re doing! This is insane!” The voice was Donna’s. Wonder Woman turned to see her sister, dressed in her shimmering black starscape costume. Donna wasn’t looking her way, however, she was looking at the other Wonder Woman… Lorana.

“Donna,” Lorana said, not turning to face their sister. “I wondered how long I would have to play in your playground before you’d show up.”

Cheetah sprang from the darkness, lashing out at Donna, tearing a slash of blood and torn costume as she dragged her claws across Troia’s back. Troia reached behind her with lightning speed, capturing Cheetah by the throat, holding her aloft.

The felonious feline hissed and scratched at Donna, who apparently noticed the glimmer of golden lasso around Cheetah’s neck.

“Who’s in league with whom, here?” Donna asked. “Who controls who?”

“I control everyone,” Lorana said.

Diana stood and was slinking behind her sister. Cheetah’s slash down Donna’s back had exposed her all the way down to the crack of her ass. This should be easy.

Cheetah renewed her attempts at slashing at Donna, keeping her distracted.

Diana held a golden dildo in her right hand. With faster-than-the-eye speed, she tore the remaining cloth, then quickly bending Donna over, she rammed the golden dildo into her sister’s cunt.

“AAAHH! I… You… I… mmmm,” Donna said.

“On your knees, wench,” Lorana said.

Donna dropped to her knees.

“I own you now,” Lorana gloated. “Cum.”

Donna began writhing as a massive orgasm overtook her.

“Ti…tit…MMMMMWAAAH… UHHHnnnHH… The Titans… they’ll be here in two minutes if I don’t report,” Donna panted.

“Then we’d best be gone,” Lorana said.

* * *

Location: Washington, D.C.

Lorana laid back in her bathtub soaking in the hot water and bath oils. Donna was massaging her clitoris while Diana massaged her breasts. Cheetah was licking her toes. There were definitely worse ways for a demi-goddess to spend her time. Right now, she was working on whom to bring next into her little fold. Supergirl was a possibility, as was Power Girl. Batgirl was also a favorite, but she had no powers to speak of. Same with Huntress.

Her original plan was to subjugate the Amazonian whores on Paradise Island and then use them to take over the world. Now she wasn’t sure of that. Using an army of superheroes to do her bidding had a certain sexiness to it. Turning all those “good-girls” into evil-doers was very erotic. She imagined being tongued by each one of them as they bowed down to worship her.

On the same note, she had always wanted Hippolyta to bow before her too. The gods knew how much sex that woman had enjoyed. Lorana wanted to feel her mother’s tongue on her loins, to hear her mother moan with passion and envy.

She began laying out a new plan as Donna brought her to an orgasm.

* * *

Location: bağcılar escort Metropolis

Power Girl continued her lonely patrol of the city at night. So far she had stopped two petty criminals from robbing a 7-Eleven store, stopped an arsonist from burning down a tenement, and prevented a rape.

That particular escapade had resulted in her taking out a little sexual frustration on the man. After she had pulled him away from the woman, she confirmed that the lady was alright. The woman, a stripper the man had followed away from a strip club, said she was, thanked Power Girl and then scampered into the night.

Power Girl had held the man at arm’s length over her body. He had gotten his pants down before she had yanked him away from his intended victim. Apparently he had enough of his faculties that he was enjoying the view of her cleavage in the cut-out of her costume.

“You like that?” She asked.

“I… I’m sorry to stare,” he said. His cock said otherwise, as it got even harder than it was for the woman he’d tried to rape.

“If you’re lucky, I’ll suck you off before I turn you over to the police,” Power Girl said.

The man gulped audibly.

“If I’m not lucky?”

“If you’re unlucky, I’ll bite your dick off before turning you over to the police,” she said as she swallowed his rock-hard schlong.

In the end, she didn’t bite his dick off, but she made him fuck her mouth, her pussy and her ass before she surrendered him to the police. He came each time and seemed exhausted at the end. She hoped that would be a lesson for him.

Soaring over the city at night was incredibly satisfying for a creature as sensually inclined as she was. Her X-ray vision and super hearing allowed her to be the ultimate voyeur, watching thousands of sex acts each night. The problem was that her super strength and invulnerability made it impossible for her to get off with a normal human.

And you better believe, she tried and tried. She tried it with normal people, with athletes, with superheroes. The only one she wouldn’t try with was Superman because he was a blood relative. (Sometimes.)

A scream broke her from her reverie.

Within seconds, she flew down an alley where a young woman was being harassed by Cheetah, who usually didn’t work in these parts.

The ferocious feline had the woman cornered against a fence. The lady looked somewhat familiar, but Power Girl wasn’t worried about that right now. She had to contain Cheetah quickly. The cat-lady had venom in her claws that would render a normal human lifeless in short order.

She landed between the predator and its prey.

“Not so fast, Cheetah,” Power Girl announced. “Try picking on someone your own size.”

“We talking bra size, or brain size?” Cheetah hissed. “B’cuz your tits are waaay bigger than mine. I mean, look at these.”

Cheetah pulled down the cat-suit she was wearing, revealing her round, pointed breasts.

“S-s-s-see, you’ve got curves where I’ve got sinew, babycakes,” Cheetah said, stripping further out of her suit. “Do you shave your pussy? I do. Look at that freshly-shaved twat.”

Her hands slid down her body sensuously, arriving at her hairless pubic mound. Her fingers danced lightly against her pussy lips.

Power Girl did look at Cheetah’s freshly-shaved twat. She stared at it. She licked her lips.

This didn’t make sense. Power Girl was one hundred percent heterosexual, but right now, she was feeling flushed. She was very horny. Cheetah’s costume was completely off now, except for the cat-ears at the top. There was a golden rope-like necklace around her neck that ran down the front of her, and was pulled tautly into her … into her freshly-shaved twat.

Great Rao that’s a beautiful pussy, she thought, feverishly. And those tits, so firm and round. Beautiful. I wanna just suck on them.

Her hands slid down her own body, pressing against her own pubic region.

“I… uh… I don’t shave… well, not like that…” she stammered. Why am I sweating?

Two hands reached around her from behind and groped her enormous Kryptonian breasts.

“Thank you for protecting me,” a voice cooed. It was familiar.

“Donna?”

The hands pulled Power Girl back into a warm embrace. Suddenly Donna Troy’s chin was resting on Power Girl’s shoulder. She continued squeezing. Eventually Donna’s right hand slid down Power Girl’s pelvis and slid inside the suit from Power Girl’s right leg.

To her credit, Power Girl did nothing to stop this behavior. Even when Cheetah walked directly toward her and grabbed her head, pulling the tall heroine down to kiss her.

Cheetah’s tongue was warm and soft as it twisted around in Power Girl’s mouth. The Kryptonian woman groaned as passion overtook her fully. Before she realized it, Donna had unzipped her suit, and she was now completely naked. Cheetah was rubbing Power Girl’s legs (which ümraniye escort she could hardly feel.) Donna, however, would be strong enough for her to feel. Troia continued kneading Power Girl’s breasts, tugging on her love-hardened nipples.

“I have something for you, Karen,” Donna said, pressing against Power Girl’s back, bending her over. “Cheetah, moisten that Kryptonian cunt for me.”

Cheetah scrambled around behind Power Girl and began licking her pussy rapidly, although Power Girl couldn’t feel it. Seconds later, Cheetah scrambled to the front of Power Girl and began chewing on her granite-hard tits. Believe it or not, she could actually start to feel that.

She suddenly realized what was going on.

“You… you have… mmmmmmm you have Kryptonite,” she purred, trying to resist the growing tide of sexual energy.

“Red Kryptonite, actually,” Donna whispered huskily. “Although the effects are unpredictable, it’s always effective. Just as this…”

Power Girl felt something cold and rock-hard jam into her soft, moist pussy.

“…is,” Donna concluded.

Suddenly, Power Girl didn’t care about anything other than the most wonderful feeling she was experiencing in her loins.

She heard a vicious laughter from nearby, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was…

…oh yes, yes…Oh RAO yes!

* * *

Location: Metropolis; Three stories up from Power Girl’s location

Lorana stood in the shadows next to her sister. They watched as Donna and Cheetah had their ways with a now sexually-helpless Power Girl.

Lorana laughed. Diana laughed on the outside. On the inside, Pure Wonder Woman cringed. She hated what she saw, but she didn’t know what she could do.

Lorana, who had been absently stroking her own pubic region, handed a package to Diana.

“Inside this box is a sliver of Red Kryptonite in a small lead case,” she said. “There is also a Golden Dildo with it. Go fetch me another Kryptonian slave.”

Suddenly, a plan hatched in Pure Wonder Woman’s corner of Diana’s subconscious.

* * *

Location: Metropolis

Superman had responded to Diana’s call almost immediately. She was standing high atop MetroTower, the tallest building in Metropolis.

As he landed on the rooftop, he was prepared for an attack. Troia had disappeared when she confronted Wonder Woman. He didn’t want to take any chances, but he knew he had to respond to this. Even if it was a trap, he felt confident he could survive it.

“Kal, thank you so much for coming,” she said, tearfully. “I didn’t know where else to turn.”

She was so beautiful. Even though he was a married man, he always had a strong affinity for Diana. There was desperation in her eyes.

“Diana, I will listen to what you have to say, but please understand, there are warrants for your arrest with every law enforcement agency in the country,” he said.

She broke open a small box.

She really was beautiful. So alluring. Even through her red-and-gold top, he could see her nipples protruding.

Wait, he thought.

“What’s in the box, Diana?”

“Red K,” she said. “I’m not trying to defeat you, I just want you … to want me.”

And boy-oh-boy did he ever. He took in her statuesque body. She was beautiful.

“Kal,” she projected telepathically. “I’m being held against my will. I cannot directly disobey my captor, my sister, Lorana. She was the original Wonder Woman in the 1940s. She has placed a diabolical dildo inside of my pussy. It’s made of the same material as my lasso. It’s controlling almost every one of my moves. I need your help to remove it.”

“Anything, Diana,” he replied.

“I’ve been instructed to resist any attempt at removing it,” she said. “But I also have been instructed to capture another Kryptonian. Lorana meant Supergirl, but I contacted you, obeying the letter of the law. I can’t ask you to betray Lois by having sex with me…”

“I would even do that to help you,” Superman replied, sounding relieved. “What can I do?”

“Let me get off on you,” Diana begged.

* * *

It was even bigger and harder than she imagined. Diana began grinding her twat against his rock-hard cock. They both remained fully clothed, as she dry-humped his Kryptonian cock-of-steel.

She was so horny, she knew it wouldn’t take long.

She rubbed herself along his pole, which continued to get harder as she continued to get wetter.

Any time now.

She felt the orgasm building within her loins. It was going to be even bigger than the one she’d had in her apartment a few days ago. Her last orgasm before her enslavement.

Oh.

Oooooh.

OooooooHHH! Great Hera, give me strength!

Pure and Dark Wonder Woman both shrieked in agonized ecstasy. She felt her muscles contract violently. Still she kept grinding away furiously, her teeth gritted, her eyes slammed shut. Sweat drops formed on her forehead, the back of her neck, her chest.

A second and third orgasm piled on to the first one, creating a continuous stream of explosive energy.

And then she felt it.

* * *

Location: Metropolis

Lorana watched with envy as Donna and Cheetah kept raping Power Girl viciously, and loved the irony that Power Girl kept begging for more.

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Dear Readers my name is Sahebji. This incident took place over a decade ago.

I received a letter from my friend Raju insisting that I visit him. He further added that I would not be disappointed. I did not understand what he meant. Raju was my fellow student while we were studying for our undergraduate degree. We had come to know each other well but our association was cut short as Raju left college to join the armed forces.

Raju was handsome and intelligent. He did well in the forces and reached a high rank at a young age. Raju was married and had a daughter Seema. When she was only 14 years old her mother died and a year later Raju married a 26 year old girl named Saroj.

From what I gathered from Raju’s regular correspondence was that both Seema and Saroj got along well with each other. When Seema was 18 years old she married a young up coming officer in the forces.

As I could not visit Raju on any of the above occasions I decided to visit him. Another reason was that I needed to spend 4 to 6 weeks away from the stifling atmosphere of the city.

One fine morning I found myself disembarking from the train at Raju’s town. Raju was there to receive me. After exchanging greetings, we set off towards his home. On reaching the house I was introduced to Saroj, a beautiful, sensuous and sexy looking woman with a nice figure and large firm boobs.

I was surprised to find Seema there. She explained that her husband had been posted to a non-family station and she had come to spend some months with her parents. She further revealed that she was 6 weeks pregnant. Seema was also very beautiful in her own way. She had a lovely figure and nice tits. Seema was also very forthright and determined and she usually got what she wanted.

After all round congratulations we went in. Raju’s house was quite large. On the ground floor there were the family rooms with a courtyard in the center. The first floor was only covered to the extent of 50 percent. There were two other members of the household, namely Kiran, a maid who helped Saroj in the kitchen and did all other odd jobs in the house. In other words her ‘girl Friday’. She also lived with the family. Kiran was fair, slim with long black hair and nice large tits.

The other girl was Lakshmi, also around the same age as Kiran. She came on duty in the mornings and left in the evening. Her job was sweeping, dusting and generally keeping the house clean. She was not fair but had a radiant smile. She had flashing black eyes, long black hair and her boobs were firm but not as large as Kiran’s. My lund would have loved to meet their virgin choots. I was given a room on the first floor. After chatting for an hour or so I went up to my room to have a bath, shave and freshen up.

During lunch I noticed that Seema was looking strangely at me and blushed at times. After lunch, when we were alone I asked her if something was worrying her and could I be of any help. She looked me straight in the eye and said that nothing was the matter and would I really help her if she needed help. I told her I would do anything within my power to help her.

She laughed and said, “I will disclose it when the right time comes” and went away.

After dinner Saroj asked me at what time in the morning I would like to have bed tea. I told her, as it was convenient to all. She said “I will ask Kiran to bring you your bed tea at 8 a.m.”.

“That would be just fine” I replied. Kiran had the type of kori choot (virgin cunt) my lund (cock) liked to make friends with. Well, I thought tomorrow morning I would have an opportunity to get acquainted with Kiran and with this pleasant thought I fell asleep.

Next morning at sharp 8 a.m. I heard a knock on the door. I thought Kiran had come with my morning tea. I was quite surprised to see Seema walking in with a big smile and a cheerful ‘good morning’ on her lips, carrying a steaming cup of tea. I sat up in my bed, took the cup from Seema, and started sipping it.

Seema was in the mood to chat and sat down next to me on the bed. We chatted for some time and as I finished my tea she put her hand between my legs, caught hold of my cock, and started to feel it up and down. The touch of her hand put my cock instantaneously in the erection mode.

I was shocked and surprised and exclaimed, “Seema yeh kya kar rahi ho? (Seema what are you doing?)”.

She laughed and said, “Main dekh rahi hoon ki apka laurda uttna hee barda hai jitna dekhne main lag raha tha. Hai, yeh tau uss se bhi barda hai (I am checking whether your cock is as big as it looked. Whew, it is even bigger)”.

Little confused I asked, “Tune kab aur kahan mera laurda dekha hai? (Where and when did you see my cock?)

She said, “Kal jab aap nahan rahe the (Yesterday, when you were having a bath)”.

Seeing the bewildered look on my face she elaborated, “Yesterday when you were having your bath in the open bathroom (the first floor bathroom did not have a roof). At that time, I was on the roof spreading out the daily maslak escort wash to dry and by chance looked down and saw your laurda (cock) in full erection. Since then my choot (cunt) is thirsting to feel it inside it and fuck it.”

“Seema tu kya keh rahi hai? (Seema, what are you saying?) You know it is not right. You are my friend’s daughter”.

“How does that matter. I know what I am saying and I also know what I want. You remember what you said yesterday, that you would do anything within your power to help me. Well this is the help I want and it is in your power”.

I could not say anything; her touch was making my lund feel nice and it was urging me to accept her proposition, so I agreed. With a big smile of victory she said, “Abhi nahin main ek ghante main phir aauingi. Tab hum aaraam se chudai kar sakte hain (Not just now but I will come back in an hour or so and then we can fuck at leisure)” and went away singing “I have over come….” her version of the famous song ‘We shall overcome…’.

An hour later she was back. She quickly opened the string of my pajamas and took my erect lund in her hands and kissed it and said, “Tu aur meri choot saath mil kar bahut hee mazaa karenge (You and my choot will have many a good times together)”.

Then she took off her clothes, lay down on the bed, and commanded me in army style to ‘mount operation fucking’.

Well dear reader, everyone knows that a standing cock has no conscience, so I did what was bidden. I felt between her clean-shaven choot and found it was already wet and dripping. I mounted Seema and slowly inserted my lund in her choot. Seema exclaimed, “Owww! Dheere dheere (Owww! Slowly)” and then gave a loud sigh of satisfaction as I filled her fully.

Her choot, as if to welcome my cock immediately released its love juices. I started to move my lund in and out slowly, her hips started to move in rhythm of my strokes and her breath came in gasps. With a loud ‘AAHHH’ she gave out her love juices every few minutes or so. Her cunt was a virtual fountain of love juice.

Soon I felt my spunk rising and with a loud sigh I shot my elixir of life in her waiting choot.

As my lund lost it’s hardness, I started to withdraw it. Seema stopped me and said, “Chacha abhi mat nikalo, mujhe ek baar aur chodo, please, bahut mazaa aa raha hai (Chacha [uncle, term used for addressing the younger brother of one’s father] don’t take it out yet, please fuck me one more time, I am enjoying it very much)”.

The tone and in the manner she said it made my cock hard again and I fucked her once again. Amid loud sighs and words like ‘fuck me more’ ‘harder’ ‘yes’ ‘yes like this’ ‘still harder’ she came again and again.

After the fuck while wearing her clothes, she thanked me and announced that at the next opportunity she will be back for more. As promised, she came back in the afternoon and said there isn’t enough time for a fuck but she could not wait to have another peek at her pet. She took out my cock and gave me a quick but an excellent blow job and disappeared, with a promise to be back again.

The next three days went by in which we fucked, sixty-nined and I also fucked her in her ass hole. On the third day when she was dressing she asked, “Chacha have you seen the hungry look in my mother’s eyes when you are around? I am certain that she also wants to be fucked by you”.

“Don’t be foolish. You are imagining things” I told her. As a matter of fact, I had also noticed the look of unsatisfied lust in Saroj’s eyes. Her eyes followed me every where, whenever I was in her presence but I thought a small white lie here was in order.

As fate would have it Raju received a telegram from his unit asking him to rejoin duty immediately. When leaving, he requested me, rather ordered me not to cut short my holiday and said, “You will be comfortable and Saroj will ensure that you are happy.” Saroj and Seema also joined him in this request and I had to agree.

The same morning Seema said, “Chacha mother wants to screw you badly and will make her play tonight”.

I said, “It was all nonsense” and just for my information added, “would you be jealous?”

“Nahin bilkul nahin. Usse jitna dil chaahe chodo lakin meri choot ko mat bhool jaana (No, not at all, fuck her as much as you want but don’t forget my choot in the bargain” was her reply.

As predicted by Seema, after dinner Saroj said, “Sahebji now that my husband has left there is no man on the ground floor. I think it might be advisable if you slept here”. Then as an after thought added, “From security point of view”.

Seema gave a big knowing smile. I also sensed what was going to happen, so I agreed. Saroj was nice looking and young, I did not mind fucking her also, if she so desired. When Seema and Kiran had gone to sleep, Saroj called me to her room and without much ado said, “Sahebji aaj raat ko aap mujhe chodo (Sahebji fuck me tonight).

I said, “Raju aaj hee tau gaya hai. Ussne pichale dinau main teri kayaşehir escort choot ki sab jarooratain poori kar dee hongi (Raju has only left today and he must have surely looked after the needs of your choot in all these days he was here)”.

She said, “Aap ko nahin maloom? Aap ko Raju ne kuch nahin bataaya? (You don’t know? Raju did not tell you anything?)”.

Bewildered I asked, “Kya hua? Mujh se Raju ne kuch bhi nahi kaha (What happened? Raju has said nothing to me)”.

Saroj explained, “Few months back Raju was involved in a freak accident. No bodily harm came to him but due to unexplained reasons, maybe shock, he cannot have an erection. He is under treatment The doctors have promised that he will be all right with time. You know I had been waiting since many months for Raju to come home and fuck me, day in and day out, till I could take it no more but alas due to his affliction he could not do anything and I was very disappointed. Raju promised me that he would make amends for his failure”.

Many things now became clear to me, like his insistence that I visit him, his sudden telegraphic call, his insistence that I stay on and his repeated use of the words ‘Saroj would see that I am happy’. It only seemed that at the last moment he chickened out of not telling me all this or may be he thought that I may not agree and decided to let nature take it’s course. What a man Raju was. I told all this to Saroj and she tended to agree with me.

My desire to fuck Saroj was gone and I told her so. She was very disappointed and said, “Sahebji main mar jaoongi agar koyi jaldi hee meri chudai nahin karega (Sahebji I will die if someone does not fuck me soon).”

Then suddenly she asked, “Sahebji aapko kori choot chodna achcha lagta hai? (Sahebji do you like to fuck young virgin choots?)”

Apparently she had seen me eyeing Kiran.

“I love them” I replied. She promised to get me one to deflower but for that I was to do justice to her choot in return.

The lure of young ‘kori choot’ was too much for me to resist and I told her, “I am your slave to command.”

She gave a pleased laugh and said, “Gulaam mujhe itna chodo, ki main chal nahin paoon (Slave, fuck me so much that I can’t walk)”.

That night we fucked five times and we both really enjoyed ourselves. Saroj was an expert at this game. The pleasure she gave me was like I had seldom felt before.

Next morning Seema with a big grin on her face asked me, “Did you sleep well, if at all?”

In confidence I told her all that had happened last night.

After hearing me, she stopped grinning and said, “Poor papa, poor mamma”.

Thereafter during the day, I fucked Seema on the quiet and at night, I rammed my cock up Saroj’s cunt, ass hole or in her mouth as per my mood. This all went on in secrecy.

One morning Seema said, “Chacha agar hum teenau mil kar chudai karain tau bahut hee mazaa aayega (Uncle, it would be fun if we all three of us could fuck together”. I agreed with her, “Yes then there would be no need to do things on the quiet. How can we achieve this?”

She said, “Fikar mat karo main sab sambhal loongi (Don’t worry, I will manage everything)” and left it at that.

Two days later, when I had finished giving Saroj her first shot of the night she asked, “Would you do me a favor and please don’t refuse me”.

“I will not refuse” I replied.

She got up and went out and returned with Seema in tow and said, “Sahebji, Seema ki choot ko bhi ek laurde ki sakht zaroorat hai iss ko bhi please chodo (Sahebji Seema’s cunt also requires a cock very badly please fuck her also)”.

Seema kept protesting and saying no but Saroj did not pay any heed to her. Soon undressing her, pushed her towards the bed and said, “Sahebji iss ki choot main jo aag jal rahi hai usse thanda kar do (Sahebji extinguish the fire of passion burning in her cunt)”.

I laid Seema down on the bed and fucked her. Thereafter we fucked together. I fucked them in all conceivable ways and positions. I also persuaded them to lick/suck each other’s choots. This went on for many days.

One day I reminded Saroj of her promise of ‘a kori choot’ for my lund to deflower. She laughed and said, “Whom do you prefer Kiran or Lakshmi?

“I would like to pluck the cherry of both of them” I replied grinning.

“Saroj laughed and said, “I thought as much. We will start with Lakshmi first as I can get Kiran anytime”.

“Why do you say that?” I asked.

She said, “Kiran is an orphan and had come with me when I got married. She will obey me.”

Seema asked, “How will we convince Lakshmi to get her virgin choot fucked by chacha?

Saroj said, “Saheb will not have to do anything but to fuck her. She will surrender her cherry all on her own”.

We both wanted to know how. Saroj was silent for some time and then said, “Under normal circumstances I would not tell this to anyone, let alone my daughter but these are special circumstances. By relation ataköy escort bayan we may be mother and daughter but we are also ‘fuck sisters’.

Seema said, “First you tell whatever you have to tell and then I also have a confession to make”.

Saroj started her narration; “I am the only child of my parents. My father traveled a lot on business. My unmarried chacha (uncle, father’s younger brother) lived with us and as he was still studying, he was mostly at home.

One day, I heard some peculiar noises coming from my mother’s room. The door was locked, so I went to the window and peeped in. I was shocked to see my chacha fucking my mother. I could not move and kept watching them. I did not know then but apparently my mother had spotted me at the window. I think I will tell you things in the right order, as I found out later. it will make things clearer. While I was watching, I felt a strange feeling come over my choot and it became wet. My hand crept between my legs and I started rubbing my slit.

Mother, having seen me whispered to my chacha, “Saroj is watching us we must do something about it otherwise she will tell everything to her father and we both will be in big trouble”.

They debated many ideas but rejected them. My mother then suggested that the best course would be if he (chacha) would also fuck me. Then she would be in the same boat as us and would be forced to keep their relationship a secret. Agreeing on a plan as to how to achieve their goal they dressed and chacha went to his room.

After about half an hour, my mother told me to go and call chacha for lunch. I entered chacha’s room and started to give him mother’s message. The sight I was confronted with held me spellbound. Chacha was standing in the center of the room absolutely naked with his lund in full erection.

I had never seen an erect cock before and could not take my eyes off it. I just stood there as if in a trance. Chacha slowly moved towards me and put one hand on my tits pressing them tenderly and the other arm around my shoulders. He slowly led me towards the bed. As we approached the bed he undid the string of my salwar and removed it completely.

He pushed me on the bed and got between my legs and rubbed his lund between my cunt lips. I sighed loudly with pleasure and opened my legs wider. He put his laurda (cock) on my choot entrance and pushed. His lund entered my choot destroying my virginity once and for all and buried it self inside me. I screamed with pain and it was only then that I realized where I was and the situation I was in.

I kept protesting and requesting my chacha to stop and leave me alone but he ignored me and kept moving his cock in and out of my cunt. My screams brought my mother on the scene. Seeing me being fucked said in a jovial tone, “Jab tere Papa ko patta chalega ki tu apne chacha se chudwati hai tau Papa kya kahenge? (When Papa finds out that you are fucking your uncle then what will he say?)”.

Her remark annoyed me. Instead of helping me, she was making fun of me (at that time I did not know that they had planned the death of my virginity together).

I replied sharply, “Papa wohi kahenge jab unhain patta chalega ki unki bibi bhi unke chotte bhai se chudwati hai (Papa will say the same thing when he finds out that his wife is also fucking his younger brother)”.

My mother laughed and remarked that this girl is very sharp and then turning to my chacha said, “Isse jor jor se chodo jaisse isse isski paheli chudai zindagi bhar yaad rahe (Fuck her hard so that she remembers her first fuck all her life)”.

Well friends after the initial pain and discomfort I started to enjoy the fuck. My eyes closed and I started to moan with pleasure and soon came with a long loud sigh. My chacha also came and withdrew his blood stained lund from my choot. It was then my mother and chacha related every thing to me. I told them that I would keep their secret provided I would get my fair share of chacha’s cock. They both laughed and agreed. Thereafter we three fucked together till I got married.”

“What happened on your wedding night, didn’t Babuji (Daddy-father) find out that you were not a virgin?” Seema inquired.

“Sure, your father is too experienced not to have noticed. He found out as soon as he pushed his cock into my choot. I told him that when I was sixteen I had fallen in love with a boy and we were to be married. We started to fuck but unfortunately he died in an accident a year later. I thought this would be better than telling him that my mother fucked my chacha and they both connived to deflower me so they could continue to fuck undisturbed”.

Raju then called Kiran, who was still quite young, and said to her, “Kiran tu apni choot ko sambhaal ke rakhna. Jab tu bardi ho jayegi tau main usse phardoonga (Kiran look after you choot. I will pop your cherry when you are older then)”.

Having finished her tale Saroj asked, “Seema what did you want to tell us?

Seema said, “My story is not so interesting but here it is.”

“When I was quite young, by chance I discovered masturbating. One day when bathing, I applied soap on my choot and rubbed it. That day I happen to rub it a little longer and harder than usual. I suddenly felt nice all over my body. I also discovered a hard lump between my legs.

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