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Journey to the Year 1,000,000,000

Chapter 14

[Note: This is a Science Fiction story with some erotic scenes. It is not a story with erotic scenes in every chapter. Some chapters have incredible sex scenes, but many others have none. ]

“Finally,” said Pam.

She was gorgeous. She was wearing her special white dress that Taylor had loved so much. Her beautiful blonde hair was perfectly combed. Her breasts were large and firm. Her smile was wide. Only her eyes were different, her green eyes vaguely blank.

“I have searched so long for you, my love,” said Pam, giving him a kiss.

The kiss felt real. But Taylor looked at the blackness around them. He knew this was another dream.

“How long have you searched for me?” Taylor asked, playing along.

“For 500 million years,” said Pam. “That’s why it’s taken me so long to find you. I had to go back in time quite a bit, my sweet.” And she kissed him again.

“You mean forward in time, don’t you?” said Taylor.

Pam smiled. “I meant what I said, my sweetest love.” She ran a hand through his hair. “I have not seen you… in so long. I missed you so much.”

Taylor looked confused. “Pam, if this were really you, you’ve been dead for at least 500 million years.”

“No, you’re the one who’s long dead and gone, my sweet,” she said, crinkling her nose in that irresistible way she did.

“You’re not real,” Taylor insisted.

“I am real,” said Pam. “Because of your love for me, I am real. Or rather, I will be. It is you who are not real, from my perspective.”

“Oh, I’m not, am I?” Taylor was beginning to find this dream amusing.

“No. But you soon will be. That’s why I’m here. You have to fight on just a bit longer, my sweet. Your travails are almost over. 500 million years of time cannot separate us, my love. Not 500 million years, not a billion, and not infinity.” And then she kissed him again. He felt the warmth of her lips against his.

“I came to you because you taught me to love,” said Pam. “You taught me to love, and I could not bear the thought of what was being done to you here. But be strong, my sweet. It is almost over. Soon, we shall be together again. Look for me… look for me, Michael… I will be there for you, waiting for you, at the end of time….”

********

Taylor sat up with a jerk. His body was sweaty. His heart was beating rapidly.

It had been Pam, and yet, not Pam. The real Pam never talked like that. It had been another dream. His desire for Pam had fused together with his desire for escape, and this is what it had produced.

And yet… something about Pam had been so… compelling. Even though he knew it had to be a dream, it had to be a product of his feverish unconscious.

Didn’t it?

He got up, and abruptly looked around.

“Michael, are you all right?” Victor asked.

Taylor looked around, and saw the despondent remainder of his crew. More than half of them had been taken.

“What are you looking for?” Victor asked. “What are you doing, Michael?”

“What am I doing? What am I doing?” Taylor repeated, as he worked to clear the sleep inertia from his mind. “I’m getting us out of here. That’s what I’m doing, Victor.”

He strode up to the bed in the center of the room, which was unoccupied, at the moment. “Suki!” he yelled.

“Suki!” he yelled again.

The others looked at him like he was insane.

Taylor climbed on the bed, and stood on it. “Suki!” he cried again.

“He’s gone mad,” said Bill Carey.

“It’s the stress,” said Victor. “It could happen to any of us.”

Suddenly Jennifer appeared. “Captain Taylor?”

“I called for Suki,” said Taylor.

Jennifer changed into Suki.

“No, I want Suki,” said Taylor, as if he were talking to a small child.

Suki disappeared.

Suki reappeared.

Once again, Taylor had no way of knowing for sure who he was speaking to. All he could do was-

“Take us somewhere private.”

********

They watched Suki standing in front of the graduating class at the Survey Service Academy in Perth.

“Who was sitting in the front row, watching you?”

“My parents,” said Suki.

They watched Suki receive her formal rank of ensign. That Suki smiled and looked emotionally overwhelmed as the audience clapped wildly while she was decorated with her new shoulder bars.

“How did it make you feel to be awarded the rank and responsibilities of the rank of Ensign in the United Survey Service?”

“Proud,” said Suki, her face a mask.

“And to have your parents there to see it?”

“Proud,” Suki said again. “Very proud.”

The scene changed. Suki was riding on Taylor’s penis, on the soft grass on the banks of the hot spring.

“I’m your Captain’s girl. I’m your Captain’s girl,” said Suki, smiling as she worked herself up and down on his shaft.

“How did you feel when you said elazığ escort that?” Taylor asked.

Suki watched herself work her body up and down on Taylor. She saw the feeling of pure pleasure written on her face as her younger self worked to elicit the same feelings from Taylor beneath her. She watched as her young body rocked under the sun, making love in the great outdoors, enjoying the sexual pleasure of taking a man and being taken by him in the arms of nature.

“I felt happy. Very happy,” said Suki woodenly.

Taylor looked at her face and frowned. It wasn’t working. She remembered all these things, but she didn’t feel them. He stared at her blank face, straining to come up with another idea, an idea which would save them all. “All right,” he said finally.

The scene shifted again.

Taylor was making love to Jennifer. He was plowing between her legs, his eyes shut, his face a mask of concentration. Jennifer was looking up at him, her eyes gleaming, with just the faintest hint of satisfaction on her face.

But then the scene moved outwards, and there was Suki, some twenty feet away, with the fingers of her right hand in her mouth, and her left hand clamped on her thigh. Her face was full of concern as she watched Taylor performing the ritual of reproduction with Jennifer, or whatever Jennifer had become.

“What were you feeling then?” Taylor asked.

“Jealousy,” said Suki.

“Is that all?”

Suki was silent.

“Is that all you felt?” Taylor asked again, walking around her.

“No,” said Suki. “I also felt fear.”

“Fear of what?”

“Fear that you would be given the isotope,” said Suki.

“Why?”

“Because a second dose of the isotope would likely be fatal.”

“And why would you care about that?” said Taylor.

“Because… because I love you,” she said, looking into his eyes.

And then he saw it. He had broken through.

Jennifer hadn’t loved him. Not like that. Not in the way that Suki did. Suki’s DNA had been twisted, altered, and her consciousness had been made to serve the United. But somewhere in the portion of her that had been swallowed up, was the memory of who she was, and the feelings that came with it.

Suki put her hands on Taylor’s face. She stared at him wordlessly, but her eyes widened, ever so slightly.

“Help us,” Taylor said.

Her hands roamed over his cheeks, and neck, and chest.

“Save us,” Taylor pleaded.

Suki bit her lips, and her eyes turned ablaze.

*********

He was back on the Judicator. All the survivors were. Even though Taylor didn’t see everyone on the bridge, he somehow knew everyone was aboard. Bill Carey and Ensign Collins and Elizabeth and Victor were there, as was… Suki.

“You don’t have much time,” said Suki. “Set a course for the anomaly, fast.”

Taylor sprinted to the navigation console. In seconds, the mighty engines of the Judicator were fired up. They were in orbit around Corta; it would take about four minutes to reach the Black Box.

“Suki?” said Elizabeth, with a confused look on her face.

“Suki, can’t they just teleport us back to Corta?” Taylor asked.

“I have set up a dispersion sublayer. They will have to work their way through it. But it will not hold them for long,” said Suki. “Once you get into the Black Box, you should be safe.”

“But the Black Box only goes forward in time,” said Taylor.

“I will help you use it to go back,” said Suki. She glanced at the viewscreen, and saw the distant shape of the Black Box move closer.

“But what about our mission?” Taylor asked. “Have we accomplished it? Is the Earth safe?”

“Yes, but-“

Suddenly, United appeared all over the Judicator, including the bridge. One of them reached out and touched Ensign Kevin Garrovick. Both the United and Garrovick disappeared.

“Don’t let them touch you!” Suki shouted.

Another United appeared, and lunged for Elizabeth. Taylor instinctively reached for his compression pistol, but he was unarmed. Elizabeth retreated, but was cornered in one part of the bridge. The United approached her.

But then Bill Carey came up from behind and grabbed the United, throwing it to the ground. Both of them vanished. Elizabeth screamed.

The Black Box loomed large in the screen. Crew all over the ship fled as they were pursued by the United. Those in corridors were more fortunate as they had more space to run away then those on the bridge, but as the seconds ticked by more and more of them were apprehended and returned to Corta.

On the bridge, Taylor ducked a tentacle from one of the United. He saw out of the corner of his eye the Black Box loomed large on the viewscreen. Just a few more seconds!

“Hello, Captain.”

Taylor turned to see Jennifer, smiling at him. “We’re not done yet, Captain Taylor,” she said, reaching out.

Taylor fell backwards, stumbling, and fell on the ground.

Jennifer reached down-

And erzincan escort a blast sent her sprawling.

“Get away from him, you bitch!” Suki yelled.

Jennifer looked at Suki with eyes as hard as flint. She launched an energy blast at Suki. Suki responded with one of their own. They blasted each other, each trying to overcome the other’s energy bursts-

And then the USS Judicator entered the Black box.

All the United on the ship vanished. All except Jennifer and Suki.

Taylor watched with mixed emotions as he saw the large hole in Jennifer’s chest. She lay lifelessly on the ground. She looked so much like Jennifer… on the outside. The smoky hole, however, held silvery flesh on the inside.

“Cap…tain,” said a familiar voice.

Taylor ran over to Suki. She had a large smoking hole in her belly. She had partially transformed; her bottom half was squid, the top half still her original self.

Taylor held the human half in his arms. “Suki-“

“I’m glad,” she said softly.

“Glad?”

“Experiment,” said Suki, and her voice dropped in volume, to a whisper. “Experiment… a…. ahhhhh…. success.” She started to lift her hand, faltered, and Taylor lifted it to his face. She looked into his eyes. “I… I feel.” She actually smiled, for a fraction of a moment, and then she collapsed, and her body reverted entirely, and he found himself holding a creature with one giant eye.

Taylor raised his head, still holding Suki in his arms, with horror, surprise, and shock competing for primacy on his face. Elizabeth looked at him, and her face melted in sympathy as their eyes met.

********

Sixteen.

Out of a crew of 54 Survey Service officers and 14 scientists, there were only 16 of them left.

It wasn’t precisely clear how many of them were dead, or still captive on Corta. At the time they escaped, Taylor had the impression that approximately 28 of his crew hadn’t yet been given the isotope. That meant that the United had recaptured about a dozen of them.

Taylor’s back grew taut. The Survey Service never left its own behind, not ever. But he had no choice. They were flying out of control in the Black Box. There was no way to go back. The guilt of this experience, of leaving crewmembers behind, would be with him for the rest of his life.

“There was nothing you could have done, Michael,” said Victor. “It was amazing that you saved any of us. No Survey Service Captain could have done any better.”

Taylor looked down. He felt incredibly conflicted.

“Hey,” said Elizabeth.

Taylor lifted his head.

“You did well,” she said, giving him a quick kiss.

********

Taylor set up a three shift rotating watch schedule with the skeleton crew he had left. He headed one watch; Ensign Collins headed the second; and Elizabeth headed the third. Taylor recalled that technically speaking, Elizabeth outranked them all, as a full Commander in the Survey Service Reserves. The day they had argued about her rank in Admiral Von Windhoek’s office had seemed so long ago.

500,000,000 years ago, give or take a few million.

Taylor left crewman Mayweather in charge of the bridge for a brief period while he met with Elizabeth, Victor, and Doctor McCrae, virtually all that were left of the senior staff.

“It seems our mission is complete,” said Taylor.

“And how do we know that?” McCrae asked.

“The United claimed that the Black Box is gone from Earth, that it didn’t cause any further harm,” said Taylor. “And Suki basically confirmed that.”

“Basically?” said Elizabeth.

“When I asked her if the Earth was safe, she said, ‘Yes, but’.”

“Yes… but what?” said Elizabeth.

“We were attacked,” said Taylor. “She never got a chance to say more.”

“It’s that ‘but’ part that concerns me,” said McCrae, raising an eyebrow.

“Me too,” said Taylor. “But I don’t see that we can do anything about it. If Suki were here, she could have guided us back to Earth…. But she’s not here, and we’re flying out of control, into the future.”

“I’m confused,” said Elizabeth. “The time we just left, the year 500,000,000-“

“Plus or minus a few million years,” said Victor.

Elizabeth gave him a dirty look. “The time period we just left. That’s where the time tunnel was started from, correct?”

“That’s where it was controlled from,” said Taylor. “So we were told,” he hastened to add. Could they really know anything with a certainty, under these circumstances?

“And their goal was to get people from the past, like us, to come to their time so they could use them in experiments,” said Elizabeth.

“So we were told,” said Taylor.

“So… why wasn’t this the last stop in the time tunnel?” said Elizabeth.

“A good question,” said Victor. “Perhaps they were also sending explorers into their own future.”

“How far into the future?” said Elizabeth. “What if this time tunnel is… endless? erzurum escort Infinite? Like a chimney with no ending?”

“Let’s not dwell on things we can’t control,” said Victor. “Let’s try to look at the bright side. Suki said the Earth is safe. She said ‘Yes, but’, I’m an eternal optimist. I prefer to dwell on the ‘yes’ part. I think our mission is accomplished.”

“Yes,” said Taylor, looking out the window at the blackness of space. “But where are we? And when?”

********

Taylor and Elizabeth both had emotional scars to tend to. Taylor had been forced to watch helplessly as his crew get killed or converted, one by one. He had lost more than half his crew. He felt the weight of it heavily.

Elizabeth tried to console him. “Michael, if it had been anyone else, anyone at all, we would all be dead.”

Taylor said nothing.

“Captain Margaret Astor, USS Aurora. Entire crew, lost.”

Taylor remembered how the Ascended had tortured the Aurora’s crew, until nothing was left of them.

“Captain Robert Andrews, USS Judicator. Entire crew, lost.””

Taylor remembered how the physical bodies of the Judicator crew had withered away, leaving them trapped in the virtual layer.

“Captain Audrey Spaulding, USS Exeter. Entire crew, lost.””

The Exeter crew had been killed or converted by the United. For a moment Taylor thought about Captain Spaulding. Had she really come to him in a dream, to try and help him? Or had that been Taylor’s own wishful thinking?

“You saved us,” said Elizabeth, interrupting his train of thought. “You saved all of us that could be saved. You were the only Survey Service Captain who could.” She leaned over and kissed him. He felt her reassuring lips.

I love you, I love you.

Elizabeth still believed it. She believed that he was in love with her.

Taylor’s thoughts naturally turned to Jennifer, and Suki. He hadn’t been able to turn Jennifer.

But that was because Jennifer never loved him, not like Suki did.

Jennifer… for the rest of his life Taylor would not know what to think about his first officer. On one level she had been his loyal, dependable friend. But on another… she had been a temptress, one who delighted in leading men on, one who enjoyed the feeling of being wanted, and denying pleasure to those who responded.

In a way, Jennifer was a lot like the United. She had to go to extremes to feel anything. Thinking about it, Taylor wasn’t sure how much Jennifer had actually changed when she became a member of the United. There had been some troubling continuity.

But at least Suki had come back to him, in the end. It was not her love for the Survey Service which had turned her, but her love for him, even though her love was unrequited, even though he had repeatedly spurned and rejected her.

And then, at the last, when she looked up at him… she had seemed happy, satisfied even. He wondered how much of her had been Suki, and how much the United. He would never know.

Taylor was suddenly aware that Elizabeth was sobbing softly.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he said, taking her in his arms.

“I… I was just thinking of Bill Carey,” said Elizabeth. “When he tackled that United… he gave his life to save mine.” She swallowed. Her face was sweaty. “When I ask myself, would I have done the same for him, would I have sacrificed my life to save his, I have to say… the answer would be… no. And yet, he did it for me, without a second thought. Why?” She looked at him with pain in her eyes.

“He was a Survey Service officer,” said Taylor, holding her closely. “That’s his job.”

“But… I’m a Survey Service officer too,” said Elizabeth.

“In the Scientific Branch,” said Taylor. “It’s no disrespect to your work, but I wouldn’t expect Doctor McCrae to lead a squad into battle. Nor you.”

She looked at him tearfully. “Will you… will give them commendations in your log?”

“I will. All of them.” Especially Suki.

The Year 1,000,000,000

The Judicator was a ghost ship.

The ship had a normal complement of 234. With only 16 crewmembers aboard, it felt… empty.

Even more so as Taylor looked at all the empty positions on the bridge. Bridge watches were held by only a single watch officer and two crewers, crewers who were technically not qualified to even be on the bridge.

That left for a lot of empty chairs.

There was an empty chair for Bill Carey. They had started out very adversarially towards each other. Then they had bonded while both being interrogated by the Ascended in the year 8,000,000. But that had been nearly 500,000,000 years ago.

And now Bill was gone. Taylor hoped they would get home if only so he could tell Bill’s family how brave he had been.

There was a seat for Jennifer, of course. Taylor had very mixed feelings about his former first officer. He couldn’t blame her for what she had become. Despite the things she had done to him, both before and after becoming a member of the United, he still found that he missed her, to his surprise. He would never see that little smile again. He would never see the wonderful profile she cut in a Survey Service uniform, never be on the receiving end of a little flirtatious-

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Fear took over Alex. “What do you want me to do? Just press the wires together and see what happens? I could die.”

“My patience wears thin, earthling. Make a stream of electricity to bond the two cords.

“I don’t know how!” he frantically said.

Shyra placed her hand over her mouth; her body language suggested she was concerned with his lack of kinetic comprehension. “Perhaps my father was right about the potential of this planet.” She moved in closer until she was face-to-face with Alex. “Visualize an electrical connection between the two cords,” Shyra instructed.

Confused, Alex held the wires and tried to see some sort of electrical bond between them in his mind. Nothing at first, but then he felt some sort of warm sensation flow through his arms to his hands but kept his eyes shut, as he was focused on imagining. The computer turned on and began rebooting.

“Good, very good indeed,” she remarked. “What do they call you?”

“Alexander Carter, but everyone just calls me Alex.”

“Very well, Alexander, I have come as a guardian to save your planet from invasion. Now gather your things. We are leaving.”

“I keep telling you, I can’t just pick up and leave. I have a life here. And how do I know you aren’t just trying to abduct me to perform gross experiments on me? I’ve heard how this kind of stuff usually goes.”

“Trust me, human. If I wanted to abduct you, I would have done it by now.”

“Fair enough,” he responded. Alex stared in disbelief. He always hoped he was meant for something greater in this world—that he wasn’t just another kid out of Houston, Texas—but never in his wildest dreams did he imagine this. “What about my grandfather?” Alex asked. Shyra replied, “No one can know where we go. Our training must be in seclusion. I will give you one last chance to say good-bye.”

“What kind of training?” Alex asked. Shyra reminded him, “You have ten minutes; better make it quick.”

“I can’t just leave him. I’m all he’s got,” Alex said.

“Then your grandfather is already dead. Odd, though, I thought you a hero, but I was mistaken. I pray the Zenakuu at least slaughter you and your family quickly and without torture. Good day, Alexander Carter.” With that, she turned and headed for the window.

“Wait,” Alex called after her. She grinned upon his stopping her but wiped the smile from her face before turning around.

“Swear to me that if I go with you, he’ll live,” he said.

“I will guard his life myself if need be,” she promised him. Alex stared at her. Doing nothing was a risk he could not take. Putting family first was something he learned from an early age. Though petrified, he finally gave in. “I’ll go with you,” he finally said.

“Of course you will. Now go make your preparations so we can depart.” Alex walked out and headed toward his grandfather’s bedroom. Quietly and carefully, he entered the room. “Can I talk to you, Grandpa?” Alex asked.

“Of course, Alex, come in,” said Grandpa Henry with a smile.

Alex walked through the doorway and looked in awe at the wall of plaques and awards his grandfather and late father had earned through the years like he always did before finally confessing what was on his mind. “You have always told me I was destined for great things,” Alex said.

“Because you are, Alex,” his grandfather proudly told him.

“Well, there is something that I must do. It’s the reason I was born, I think, but I promise that I will come back.”

“What are you talking about, son? I’m confused.”

“Please, Grandpa, you gotta trust me on this,” Alex continued. “I have to go now, but I love you.”

“Absolutely not,” his grandfather said. “I diyarbakır escort lost your father. I’m not losing you too; you’re all I have left of him.”

The last thing Alex wanted to do was abandon his grandfather, but he knew his grandfather was strong and still had a lot of life left in him. He would be fine, but the thought of leaving broke his heart nonetheless.

“Granddad, I promise I’ll be back, and I’ll make you proud of me. Just watch.”

“Alex, I’m already proud of you. Whatever you’re thinking about doing, you don’t have to do. I don’t wanna hear another word about this now. We can discuss it more in the morning.” Alex looked straight at him. “Yes, sir. Goodnight, Grandpa.” Alex walked back to his room with his decision already made. “This time, Grandpa, I do.” Alex came back to his bedroom to pack his stuff, while Shyra stood at the edge of the windowsill, drawing her fingers along the frame. Mildly bemused by the dust, she murmured, “Dirty creatures.”

“Ahem.” Alex cleared his throat to make her aware of his presence.

She turned to him and asked how it had gone. Alex didn’t respond to her intrusive question. Instead, he just glared at her and went to grab an empty duffle bag as he wiped any trace of tears from his cheeks.

“Very well,” she said, “grab your things and let us be off.”

Alex packed for a trip that he knew he may never come back from. If he was going to die, he wanted to be surrounded by the things that meant the most to him. Even though Shyra instructed him to pack light, he brought along clothes, a few medals, wall posters, his laptop, and framed photos of his grandfather and late parents. He followed Shyra out the window, and Shyra shot up in the sky with Alex on her back. If Alex had any doubts to her story, they were gone now. Shyra traveled under the blanket of night to a spot in the woods. When they landed, Alex rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

“What are we doing here?” he asked. Shyra replied, “I need to gauge the current level of your power so I know where to start training you. It is something that every esper goes through.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. What’s an esper?” Alex asked.

“An esper is someone with extrasensory perception. Now show me your power.” Once again, Alex wasn’t budging any. The alien expected too much from him. She attacked Alex with a telekinetic push that flung him into a nearby tree. He slammed into its bark with an echoing thud and then crashed to the ground on his stomach. With the little breath he had remaining from the blow, he screamed, “What the hell was that for?” “Motivation, Alexander. Do you require more of it?” Shyra jumped into a fighting position. She lunged after Alex, ready to throw another telekinetic push. Alex ran away, though, through the trees, over logs, and picked up speed. He recklessly closed his eyes and began concentrating; a spark flashed, and he vanished in the night. Alex looped around and tackled Shyra to the ground. They both rolled on the ground for several feet before stopping.

“Electrokinesis—like I thought. It would appear that it only manifests when your life is in danger, though. Interesting,” Shyra said. “Get some rest. We train in the morning.”

“What? Here?” Alex asked. Shyra grinned, and with a few pushed buttons on her wrist gadget, she revealed her once-cloaked spaceship. “No, in there,” she corrected. The spaceship looked deceivingly meek at first glance, like a metallic stingray. Alex peered inside and was left speechless at its vastness. There were long hallways that lead to plenty of bedrooms for a crew of people. Shyra’s ship had many features. To edirne escort Alex, the technology looked like it was straight out of a Hollywood movie. The craft’s most important attribute was its ability to cloak by either becoming invisible to the human eye or changing into the shape of any proportional object that Shyra could download through a connection to Earth’s Internet. The ship was docked in a treeless patch she’d found in the forest closest to Alex’s high school. When uncloaked, it looked like a very high-tech alien spacecraft.

The ship was round but not perfectly round, it had its own shape. The bottom of the ship was flat and around the edge shifted up and down like a ripple effect. The thrusters were all around the edge and one thruster on the bottom for lift off and landing. The tail of the ship was long and it acted as a stabilizer. Turret guns were located to the front, and the dimmed lights on it glowed and seemed to hum in the darkness. “Hurry, Alexander. We are moving the ship to the mountains of Call-o-rah-dou,” Shyra said.

“You mean Colorado? Why there?” Alex asked.

“That is where the first guide crashed.”

“You mean there are actually more of you here?”

“All your questions will be answered in due time, Alexander, but now we must leave.” They entered the craft, and Shyra had Alex sit down while she prepped the ship and activated its cloaking device. They soared through the sky under the veil of the nightfall and within a half hour were nestled away in a remote location half way up Mount Elbert in Colorado. Alex was assigned a room that was completely bare and stripped of everything besides the essentials—a bed, a metal chair and dresser, and a lamp. He resided there for the rest of the night, though he got no sleep for hours.

He spent the entire night staring out the window into the endless forests of Colorado. He must have questioned himself hundreds of times, wondering if it was all real or if he was going to wake up any minute and find himself back at home with his Grandfather Henry, but it never happened. Alex was going to get the chance to be the hero he dreamed of being whether he liked it or not. The woods were the perfect training spot—plenty of ground, cover, and privacy. Hunting season was over, so there wasn’t another human in sight. The brisk mountain air was much colder than Alex had anticipated, and the wild animals howled, making sounds that shook his very core. Shyra woke Alex at the crack of dawn, and while his eyes were barely open, she flung him outside and began training. He landed face first on the ground motionless, still unable to shake the headache he suffered from the night before.

“Rise, Alexander; you can sleep when you are dead.” He glared at her for the unnecessary comment. “Not cool, Shyra. I’ll sleep when I’m tired.”

“You will sleep when I say you can sleep,” she firmly said, but Alex just rolled his eyes at her, completely uninterested in what she had to teach.

“This is dumb. I can shoot electricity from my hands. I don’t need to train, why don’t you just show me where to point and I’ll shoot,” he said.

“You insolent little…Is your entire species this abrasive or is it a pubescent thing? Listen here Alexander, you having these abilities is like tossing an X-57 plasma cannon to a new recruit and sending him into battle without any training. He is going to get a lot of people killed. By itself, having kinetic powers does not make you any more qualified to be a superhero than having a gun makes you qualified to be a soldier. Now stop wasting my time and prepare yourself.” Shyra moved in closer and slowly closed her eyes. “First off, edirne escort bayan Alexander, take a deep breath and channel the power that has always been within you. Meditation is the beginning of mastering your ability. Once you grasp that, you can utilize your power, and the headaches I know you have been feeling will go away,” Shyra explained.

“What’s the deal with that anyway? Ever since you showed up, it’s felt like bombs continuously going off in my head.”

“You are not used to kinetic pressure. Beings with a high signature naturally emit a kinetically charged, pressurized aurora. What you are feeling right now is mine. With time, you will grow accustomed to them and even learn to mask your own,” she explained.

“The sooner, the better. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”

“Focus. Feel the energy surging through your body; visualize the spark that flickers, begging to be released.” Even though Alex was listening intently, he couldn’t help but laugh. “You sound like Mr. Miyagi.”

“I do not know who this person of whom you speak is, but I will advise you not to interrupt me again. Now bring your hands inches apart and concentrate that energy between them.”

“Alright, whatever,” he said to her.

“Depending on the person or species, there can be several different kinds of kinesis. To this day, we are still discovering different types.”

“Understood,” he said. Alex began sparking electric current surges from one hand to the other. It was pathetic at first, but for the next hour, he focused on holding it.

“The more you use your kinesis, the stronger and more in control you will be,” Shyra explained. Alex smiled with enthusiasm at the possibilities.

“Do you always have to talk so cryptically? Look, you ripped me away from my family because of some alien war, so stop beating around the bush,” he demanded.

“Listen here human, I ‘ripped’ you away from your insignificant life as you so elegantly put because the Zenakuu will be here someday, and you are nowhere near ready for them,” she retorted. Clearly frustrated, Alex finally snapped.

“Okay, new plan, you deal with them when they get here! I’m going back home,” he said as he started walking in the other direction.

“I will have no choice but to Alexander Carter, they will undoubtedly pick up on my Lygokinetic signature and track me down,” Shyra explained.

“Good, problem solved. Now beam me back home or whatever it is you do,” Alex said.

“Though faint, they will find yours as well. Along with anyone else who emits kinetic energy, and they will most likely hunt you down one by one, and then kill your loved ones. I am the only chance you have to prevent that,” she confidently said.

“Ugh, enough of this crap. I want to know exactly what I’m up against. Who are these Zenakuu?”

“I could try to explain them to you, but I do not think you are ready for it,” she responded.

“How about you let me be the judge of that? Tell me what happened.”

“To appreciate the horrors of war, it is something that I must show you.”

“Okay,” he responded in confusion.

“I am going to telepathically link with you now. Just relax your mind and clear your thoughts.” Alex did as instructed, and Shyra’s eyes began to emit a white glow. In a flash, Alex was seeing the collective memories of the citizens and soldiers of Kalryn, but what was truly shocking was the landscape.

He looked around and marveled at its sheer beauty. All the trees gleamed with luster and were covered with pristine white bark and shimmering golden leaves. The lake next to them was crystal clear and shined like the glint of light on broken glass. In the distance, he saw deep blue mountains that scaled the land. Towering skyscrapers shrouded the city; the beautifully crafted architecture was on a level he’d never seen before. Everything was peaceful until he finally reached a horrifying reality. He was stuck on an alien world with no way to get back.

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Roric walked over the small bridge with Gisley sitting on his shoulders, smiling as the wind blew her long lavender hair. Behind them came the magical disk with Jaina, Evalynn, and Chandice riding along. It had been hours since they left the village and Alexandria behind. Thus far, they had encountered several small player towns and a few scattered homes. Soon they would look for a place to spend the night, but for now, they were engrossed in an embarrassing conversation.

“So you let them have you?” Evalynn asked as Jaina held Chandice tight.

“Why is this such a big deal?” Chandice groaned.

“It’s just their devils,” Evalynn said. “That’s like what you hear in those dark novels.”

“It’s a fantasy world,” Chandice sighed. “They are just NPCs the world calls devils; they don’t actually do evil things or steal people’s souls.”

“Oh, don’t get upset,” Jaina urged and kissed Chandices cheek. “It’s the same thing when you think about Roric. We all know he’s a man inside that skin, but it’s fun to see him as a savage gnoll taking your flesh.”

“Thank you,” Chandice said and leaned into Jaina. “I knew you would understand.”

“I am just surprised you managed to keep this a secret from me,” Jaina laughed. “My girlfriend is so kinky.”

“Says the woman who dances and strips almost every night,” Chandice argued.

“I think bondage and wild sex with demons is a little more extreme than stripping,” Evalynn said.

“I have to agree,” Roric replied and looked back. “And I am looking forward to seeing it.”

Chandice blushed even more deeply as even Gisley looked back to say she wanted to see it too.

“I can’t do that with an audience,” Chandice replied and looked around nervously as the countryside rolled by. “That’s a very private thing.”

“We have all seen you naked and getting plowed by Roric,” Jaina said and rubbed her arm. “Isn’t it a little late for privacy?”

“Gisley hasn’t seen it yet,” Chandice said weakly as if that were a defense.

“I want to know what they look like,” Gisley replied. “Can you summon one?”

“You want me to summon one now?” Chandice asked.

“I am curious what they look like, too,” Evalynn said.

“Common, just summon one,” Jaina urged as Chandice smiled slightly.

“Alright, but just one,” Chandice said and carefully stood up on the disc.

“Do we need to stop for this?” Roric asked as he glanced back.

“No, the imp is just a simple spell,” Chandice replied and held out a hand. “The bigger stuff requires a summoning circle or a prepared crystal.” She began a chant that sounded like she was cursing in an alien language, and glowing red symbols appeared around her hand. Her voice slowly went higher as a black cloud began to form in the air, and with a final cry of come forth, the creature appeared.

“That’s an imp?” Jaina said with a wide smile.

The creature was just over a meter tall with dark red skin with long curving black horns. It had short spikes down its back and a thin rat-like tail. In shape, it resembled a spindly human, with long pointed ears and a sharp narrow nose. Its mouth was a wide grin of razor-like teeth that sent shivers down Jaina’s spine. The eyes were opaque lights that had a strange green luminescence. However, what captivated the girls most was the long strip of flesh hanging between its legs.

“Goodness, that thing is hung,” Evlaynn said in surprise as the monster began to follow the disc. “No wonder you summon them.”

“Who knew devils were so well-armed,” Jaina laughed.

“They aren’t all like that,” Chandice said as she blushed again. “But I know how to tweak the summoning to call the right ones.”

“What can it do?” Gisley asked from where she rode on Roric’s shoulders.

“The primarily claws with those sharp talons, and they can cast shadow bolt. They are pretty much immune to fire and status effects like disease or poison,” Chandice explained.

“So these things fight for you,” Roric said as he kept walking. “How many can you summon?”

“Two, and only because I put five points in the skill,” Chandice replied. “Though at higher levels, I get a skill called imp hoard that summons a bunch of them at once.”

“Oh, I want to see you bound and helpless for that,” Jaina laughed.

“So do I,” Evalynn admitted and tossed her long blond hair. “Maybe I could help.”

“You two are terrible,” Chandice groaned and stretched out her hand to utter a command word, and the imp vanished in a puff of smoke,

“The perfect boyfriend,” Evalynn commented. “Shows up when you need him and goes away when you’re satisfied.”

“Ha!” Jiana cried in agreement.

“I have very strange slave girls,” Roric said as they reached a crossroads and saw a sign. It said a village named the summer glade was a few miles down the branch to the right. Seeing as the sun was already in the six o’clock position, he decided to head that way and look for an inn.

“We can always sleep in the tent,” Jaina said as they passed the sign.

“We could, but çorum escort the inn will have food and the opportunity to sell my slave girls,” Roric replied.

“Always for the money,” Jaina said and shrugged as she leaned into Evalynn. “Maybe you will get to play tonight.”

“I was thinking you two could do what you did before, where you danced as twins and made love on the stage,” Roric said.

“Oh, I saw that. Wow, that was hot,” Chandice added and fanned her face.

“I saw it too,” Gisley replied with a blush. “I thought you were both very sexy.”

“Well, it looks like we get to play tonight,” Jaina said and looked Evalynn in the eyes. “Are you up to the challenge of being my lover before all those men?”

“I have been looking forward to playing with you again,” Evalynn admitted with a wry smile before leaning forward to give her a kiss.

Roric looked back and sighed to see his harem and wondered how it had grown so fast. The secret, of course, was Jaina and how happy she was being a slave. It drew in the others one by one until he didn’t have the collars to keep them all. Only Jaina and Gisley would wear them regularly, with Evalynn wearing the normal collar so she would have full access to her skills to defend her sisters. Chandice was Jaina’s girlfriend and not a slave, but she was a welcome addition and never turned down the sex.

Now they were his pets, going where their master went and serving his every need. He couldn’t imagine a better life than this and looked forward to many long years in the arms of his lovelies. Still, he looked forward to establishing a home and spending long days playing with his toys. Of course, that was a little ways off yet, but with the girls’ help, it would come much sooner than later.

The town came into view just before the sun moved to twilight, and it felt good to be away from the newbie town at spawn. As they approached, it looked as if this town was perhaps a little larger, with some obvious player houses standing out from the typical fantasy fare. There was no wall to speak of, and the roads passed between two columns to mark the gate. Guards were standing at the columns, but these were box standard human NPCs in simple chain armor and wearing blue livery. They nodded as he and the others passed but didn’t notice or react to Jaina’s nakedness.

Jaina felt a little tension as they entered a new town that wasn’t accustomed to her appearance. She rode on the back of the disk with Chandice and Evalynn drawing little attention at first. Eventually, people began to notice, and it wasn’t long before there were pointed fingers and even a few shouts. Jaina focused on being Roric’s perfect slave girl, but three men were bold enough to approach the disc when Roric stopped to ask for direction to an Inn.

“Look at the slut slave,” a leopard-looking man said as he leered at Jaina.

“Hey, why don’t you spread those legs for us,” a dwarf with a braided beard added. The third man looked human but had gray skin as he eyed her with a wide smile. Evalynn jumped right off the disc and leveled her spear at them before they got too close.

“You three keep your distance,” she growled. “You do not have permission to approach my master’s pet.”

“Oh, are you going to break the law?” the dwarf asked. “You do realize that violence is forbidden in the city?”

“If you didn’t want people looking, you should have worn some clothes,” the leopard man said as he walked right up to Evalynn’s spear point. “Go ahead. I dare you.” He smiled widely as a cloud of silver glitter appeared over all their heads, and they dropped into the road sound asleep.

Jaina looked over to see Roric frowning while Gisley looked absolutely furious with narrow eyes sparkling with red light. Her right hand was stretched their way and glowing with a silver light.

“Stupid fools,” Gisley snapped as she put her glowing hand down. She looked down at Roric as he looked up and asked if he was mad she attacked them.”

“No,” Roric replied and stroked her leg. “You didn’t attack them either. You prevented Evalynn and I from attacking them instead.”

“Men like that will never understand women,” Evalynn grumbled and climbed back onto the disc.

“Not a good start,” Jaina said as Roric turned back to complete getting directions. The man quickly pointed out the location of an inn and then said he didn’t want to get into any trouble.

“We have no reputation here,” Roric said as he moved on, still carrying Gisley on his shoulders. “People will come to understand soon, and then it will be alright.”

“What was that bit about it being against the law for there to be violence in the city?” Evalynn asked.

“Probably something we should look into,” Chandice said as she watched the stores go by. “I have heard of city builders trying to enforce laws on players to keep the peace.”

“How do you enforce laws on people who can’t really be punished?” Jaina asked.

“You can still be ostracized and exiled,” Roric denizli escort replied as they turned a corner to more shocked looks at Jaina. “And some kingdoms even have prisons that can hold nearly any player.”

“I am aware of one such prison a little further south,” Evalynn noted. “It is relatively close to the dungeon you want to explore.”

Roric nodded as they moved through the relatively empty streets to see a massive multistory inn with yellowed glass windows and an ornate thatched roof. A tower of sorts rose from one corner and went high up in a pointed roof. The sign was shaped like a clam and the name etched below it was the pearl of the sea.

“Is this really a seafood-themed inn hundreds of miles from any ocean?” Jaina asked.

“I have been here before,” Evalynn said with a nod. “I believe it is owned by a nyriad.”

“What is that?” Chandice asked.

“A type of mermaid, from what I know. She has finely scaled green skin and hair like rolling waves. Her hands are webbed, but she seems perfectly content to be on dry land.”

“So she’s some kind of aquatic race?” Jaina asked as Roric steered them toward the door.

“As far as I can tell, she is, but as I said, she walks about like anyone else. I know she has access to water spells, and they use her pure waters to brew their ale,” Evalynn added.

“Well, let’s go inside and see what kind of a place this is,” Roric said and put Gisley down. Everyone jumped off the disc and took up the gear before Gisley dismissed it. Then they followed Roric into a rather magical space.

The ground floor was a massive room with high ceilings held up by thick stone columns. These were etched with water themes of waves and fish, so finely crafted they almost seemed alive. A hundred round tables were evenly spaced about the room, with a few long narrow ones placed right against the wall. In the center of the place was a great marble fountain with a statue of a woman holding an urn as water gently poured into the basin. Paintings of underwater scenes covered the walls, but what captivated the mind the most was the great fish tank that made up the entire back wall. It was a dark blue ocean that seemed impossibly wide for the limited space. It was densely planted with underwater growth, and at least a dozen varieties of colorful fish swam about.

“This is rather neat,” Jaina said as she took in the ropes and nets strung about to add to the ocean theme.

“I don’t see a stage,” Roric pointed out as he took them closer to the fish tank where the bar was. At least seven women dressed in blue aprons were hard at work bringing mugs to customers, but it was the woman behind the bar they wanted to talk to most. She was just as Evalynn described her, a woman of exotic beauty and a fish-like nature. Her hair rolled down her back in great curls that did indeed resemble ocean waves. Her smile was warm and graceful, but she looked confused when she noticed Jaina.

“May I help you?” she asked in a puzzled tone.

“I need a room for my pets and I,” Roric said, finally drawing the woman’s gaze.

“Oh, you’re a slave master class,” the woman said and tipped her head. “You don’t see many of them out here. They always rush in to find the big cities and slave markets.”

“I don’t need to buy any slaves,” Roric pointed out. “I have plenty.”

“I can see that,” the woman replied and looked at all the collars. “What you need is to sell some.”

“What we need is a room with a big bed, and I have an offer to make about how to pay for it,” Roric replied.

“Ahhh, so you have an offer,” the woman said and smiled at Roric. “My name is Natalie, and I am pleased to meet you, master?”

“Roric,” he replied with a twitch of an ear.

“Well, I certainly have a bed that can contain all your beauties, but how did you plan to pay for it?” she asked.

Roric explained the whole process of letting the girls dance and then entertain the customers. Once word got out, the inn would be packed every night, and she would make a decent penny as well as a good chunk of experience.

“I see,” the woman replied and looked at Jaina’s exposed chest. “You want to turn my establishment into a house of ill repute, but I have to ask what’s in it for the women?”

“I don’t mind the women,” Jaina said with a smile.

“You’re a precious thing,” the woman laughed, then stared Jaina down. “Let me be more direct. Wich of you is for me?”

“Oh,” Jaina replied as her smile spread. “That depends on what you like.”

The woman blushed slightly and then admitted she liked to be restrained while taken by someone aggressive. Even as she recounted the details, they started to stare at Chandice, who folded her arms and let out a little huff.

“I can show her what I can do,” Chandice said before anyone asked.

“Oh, this is going to be fun,” Jaina said excitedly. “But, can I watch?”

“You like to watch?” the nyriad woman said with a blush. “I don’t mind, but don’t run off telling everyone what düzce escort you saw.”

“Jaina and Chandice can be trusted to keep a secret,” Roric said. “So, if you agree to the terms, I need to find some minstrels.”

“Not so fast,” the woman said with a raised hand. “I want a sample first.”

“Hmm,” Roric said before looking at Jaina and Chandice. “Why don’t you two take your stuff and go to her bedroom. Give her a sample of what you can do.”

“Just a sample?” Jaina asked with a devilish grin.

“Give her whatever she wants,” Roric instructed.

Natalie was eager to take them into a back hall and then a modest room with a stout bed. Chandice smiled as she set her pack down and began fishing around inside for her bag of magic ropes.

“So, what are you two going to do to me?” Natalie asked nervously.

Jaina slowly drew the woman into her arms before planting a firm kiss, then smiled and told her that she would be taken again and again. The woman ran a finger over Jaina’s lips and asked her how, but Jaina only smiled and said she would find out once she was firmly bound.

Natalie trembled as Jaina started to kiss all down her neck, savoring the softness of the woman’s fine scales. They were almost not scales at all, but more of a texture on the skin, but she did have webbed hands that were even now clutching at Jaina’s rear.

Chandice dug out a set of ropes with four ends and went to the bed that dominated the room. She slid the ropes underneath and carefully wrapped the ends around the bedposts before producing a short white wand. With a few magic words, a round symbol appeared on the bed with a very striking cross pattern that glowed with purple light for just a moment, then faded.

Jaina slowly pulled the woman’s clothes away, allowing her simple dress to fall to her feet. She kissed and rubbed to keep the woman busy and her mind away from what Chandice was doing. In truth, Jaina was eager to see this beautiful woman ravaged by infernal imps, and she quickly sat the woman on the bed to pull off her stylish shoes.

“Now what?” Natalie asked as Jaina started to kiss her way up her leg.

“Lay back and put your hands over your head,” Chandice replied and waited till the woman was centered on the bed with her hands held high. “Now pull your legs back and spread them a little. Good, now say bind me until they are through.”

“Bind me until they are through,” the woman said timidly, and suddenly the ropes at the posts glowed purple. Above her head, they stretched out and wrapped her wrists, pulling them together and then straight up to stretch her out. They coiled around her lower legs from the ankle to the knee, then pulled so that her legs were spread wide as Natalie squeaked in shock.

“Now you’re bound,” Jaina said and sat on the bed to admire Chandice’s handiwork. The magic ropes were a marvel, and now a beautiful greenish-blue pussy was spread like a buffet before her. Without wasting a moment, she leaned in and began to lick, causing Natalie to pull on her ropes as she let out a tiny groan.

Jaina licked her firmly, sucking on her tender lips and firm clit. The woman began to issue long, dragged-out moans as she twisted in her ropes helplessly. Chandice kissed her and ran her hand over those firm breasts before promising her that this was only the warmup.

“I have an idea!” Jaina said excitedly as she considered what was going to come next. She thought of the woman from the night before and how she begged Roric to let her wear the collar. Natalie was obviously looking for some powerful sex, so Jaina reached up and took off her collar.

“What are you doing?” Natalie gasped with a hint of fear as Jaina reached down to snap the collar around her neck.

“Making you a sex slave for the next hour,” Jaina replied with a smile. “I promise it will come off when the ropes do, but until then, you will just have to suffer.” With that, she went back to the woman’s body, feasting on her flower until she began to twist and cry out. It wasn’t long before easy going forced her into an orgasm, and she smiled as Natalie’s legs shook in their binds.

“That was wonderful,” the woman sighed as Jaina sat up and told Chandice to summon her pets.

“Pets?” Natalie asked in alarm. “What pets?”

Jaina lay across her body until they were nose to nose, looking into each other’s eyes.

“You’re ours until we are done with you,” Jaina whispered. “Now it’s time you were taught what a girl like you is for.” Behind her, Chandice was chanting and a black cloud formed in the middle of the room. Natalie glanced to the side as but Jaina moved to block the view. Something made a funny growl, and Natalie started to tremble as Jaina pressed their lips together to hold a kiss.

“Give that a good fucking,” Chandice said, and something crawled between Natalie’s legs.

Jaina’s kiss muffled her cry as something grabbed her legs and thrust its way in. Natalie thrashed and shook, but she was bound fast as Jaina struggled not to smile. She kept her pinned down and blind as to what it was until her body shook in the first orgasm.

“What is that?” Natalie finally managed to moan as she tore her lips away from Jaina.

“See for yourself,” Jaina said and climbed off, allowing the woman to see the imp’s devilish face.

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Joe Williams lagged behind his mother as she strode down a long corridor. He didn’t want to be here but she had forced him to come. He had recently failed his college exams and the college had decided to kick him out. His parents were both furious.

“And after all the money we paid for you to get the best education possible now what are you going to do. No education means no future young man, me and your father have given you everything and you constantly refuse to take advantage of the opportunities that are right in front of you. You know when me and your father were your age we had to work so hard that we never had any time to ourselves, but it built character-“

Joe had stopped listening already it was easier just to let her go on. That had always been Joe’s problem though he always choose the path of least resistance. Whatever was easiest he went along with it and that meant doing no work. He had never done well in school because he didn’t study and he mostly got by because he was actually quite bright. He didn’t have good grades to get into college either but his parents had made a large donation to an Ivy league college in order to get him in. Now though his mother was desperate and so here he was.

“Hurry up Joe were late as it is. I hope you appreciate what I am doing for you here, it was very difficult to get time off work to bring you here and I have heard that they are very selective about the students they take on, only a very small number are allowed in. Ah here we are-“

They had entered a very luxuriously decorated room and there was a very expensive mahogany desk with a woman age in her mid 40s sitting behind it. She was a very attractive woman for her age though and she was very professionally dressed with a shirt and suit jacket on but her breasts were so large that they strained against the fabric. She was also very tall and her pencil skirt made her look slimmer than she was. Even her high heels made her seem taller and served to complete the look which was quite intimidating.

“Mrs Williams it’s so good to see you could make it, I am Mrs Taylor.” She said as she shook hands with Joe’s mother.”And this must be the little rascal Joe that I have heard so much about.” She spoke patronisingly and went as far as to ruffle his hair.

Joe was speechless at the sight of this woman and as she came closer to him he could smell perfume which filled his nostrils and made him think of strawberries. As he looked at her he tried not to stare at her breasts but for a young man he found the job quite difficult.

“I am glad to finally meet you Mrs Taylor I have heard great things about the work that you do here at the institute for modern discipline. Although I must correct you on something my son here is more than a little rascal and we are going to need drastic measures to help him.”

“You don’t need to worry Mrs Williams we have a 100% success rate with all of the boys that we select to join. There are some forms we will need you to sign but then we should be able to begin immediately.”

“What is it that you need me to sign? I am sure there won’t be any problem if this is in Joe’s best interests.”

“Just a simple non-disclosure agreement with regard to our methods so we can stay ahead of our competition. We also would like you to promise that for the next 3 months you will agree to tell no one that Joe is here and that you won’t come and visit him. It’s very important to us to be able to keep Joe in the right environment so we can help give him the disciple that he needs. You can sign them on the way out at the reception if you please.”

Mrs Williams was a bit reluctant to agree to these terms but there was something about this woman that made her want to say yes right away. It might be because she reminded her of herself or of who she would like to be. The women were dressed similar and Mrs. Williams who worked at a large financial institution felt reassured by the woman’s demeanour.

“Of course Mrs Taylor that should be no problem.”

Joe was watching this silently (and sneaking glances at Mrs Taylor’s breasts) but now he felt he had to say something.

“Look I don’t want to be signed up for anything and I honestly think this is just a waste of time.”

His mother looked as if she was going to launch into another lecture when he said this but Mrs Taylor interjected first.

“Joe I promise you that while you are here no one is going to force you to do anything. I just ask that you keep an open mind is that alright? Now maybe you would like to say goodbye to your mother with a hug.”

Mrs bursa escort Williams looked a little taken aback at being pointedly directed to hug her son but she had received some very good recommendations so she thought that this was worth a shot considering how desperate everything was. Maybe a good hug might help Joe who knows she thought.

So she walked over to her son and embraced him in a tight hug. As she pulled him close Joe could feel his mothers breasts pressing into him and he started to feel quite uncomfortable. Him and his mother didn’t normally hug but now he was reminded that his mother actually had very large breasts of her own. He also started to get the feeling the Mrs Taylor had realised he was looking at her breasts and had decided to make this suggestion just to watch Joe squirm.

“Bye Mom.” Joe said after the hug was over, his cheeks still very red.

“Now you be good and please Joe try to work hard this is very important.” Then she gave him a kiss on the cheek and turned to leave praying that she was doing the right thing.

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Mrs Taylor turned to Joe and stared at him. She didn’t say anything she just looked at him. She was sitting on the desk in the room looking down at Joe with her arms folded under her breasts. This pushed them up a bit and it was hard not to stare at them since Joe was looking up and it was easy to just glance down a little every so often. As the minutes went by Joe wasn’t sure if this was some sort of test or psychological technique or whatever but it was making him uncomfortable. Just as he opened his mouth to say something Mrs Taylor got there first.

“I saw you were staring at my tits earlier.”

“What, I mean no I wasn’t I-” Joe began before he was interrupted.

“Its quite alright Joe, I don’t mind at all so please feel free. Here at the institute for modern discipline we do things quite differently. We actually encourage students to be honest above all else so its fine for you to be honest in your gaze as well.”

Joe thought that sounded like a pretty flimsy justification but he was not about to argue just to get himself into trouble.

Then Mrs Taylor got up out of her chair and slowly walked towards while looking him directly in the eyes. Joe shifted in his chaired not knowing what to do as she advanced on him. When she reached him she bent down to him and gave him a kiss directly on his lips.

Joe was in shock while this happened and stayed frozen to his seat not moving a muscle. He was so focused on Mrs Taylor that he failed to notice the door open and a nurse come up behind him. His mind was completely focused on the touch of Mrs Taylor’s lips until the nurse was already injecting him in the neck. He tried to struggle in a panic as his vision started to cloud over and the last thing he saw was Mrs Taylor looking down on him with an expression that somehow managed to look both motherly and mischievous at the same time.

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Joe awoke to the sound of a ruler smacking against a wooden desk. He jumped sleepily not sure what had happened but as he looked round him he felt panic and confusion. He was in a classroom and he was wearing a school uniform that felt tight against his body. He noticed immediately that he was the only boy in the room and that he was surrounded by girls. These girls looked different though, they were bigger and taller than normal. Joe was not a very tall guy himself but these girls looked as if they were almost 7 foot tall each. Looking at them it almost felt as if he had been shrunk and he noticed very quickly that all the girls had very large breasts even for their size. They were wearing school uniforms with surprisingly short skirts and some silk stockings. Their shoes were flat Mary Jane’s and white shirts under grey cardigans on top. However the woman who was commanding his attention at the moment was the teacher. She was even bigger at over 8 foot and she towered over him. Her breasts would have been double D’s if she was a normal sized woman but due to her size they looked massive. She wore a tight business skirt with high heels and a tight shirt with a professional jacket that was just large enough to contain her enormous bust. She looked as if she took looking smart very seriously.

“Joe what did I just say?” She spoke crossly while looking down at him.

“I don’t kno- what I where- but” Joe stuttered his words not sure of what was going on as he looked around him trying to understand what had happened. The last thing he remembered was talking to Mrs Taylor then-

“I said that the Doppler effect is the apparent change in frequency due to the relative motion of the source and the observer which you would know if you had been çanakkale escort listening. If you don’t pay attention then you won’t be able to answer even the most basic questions. Since you are new here I am going to give you a chance to redeem yourself in the test tomorrow. However if you do not pass then I am going to punish you personally after class.” she threatened, smacking her ruler down on Joe’s desk again to drive the point home.

Joe wanted to say something, to protest that he wasn’t meant to be here, to ask about why everyone else here was larger than him but after the talking to he had just received, he couldn’t say a thing. He felt very small (literally) and scared so no words came out of his mouth.

For the rest of the class he sat quietly trying to pay attention and listen but he could only think of how he might escape. He was thinking that this must be some sort of sick kidnapping and that he would just need to make a run for it when the bell rang for the end of class.

“Remember Joe you are staying in Alice’s room. She has kindly agreed to take you on while you are here and you are to treat her with respect.” The teacher called out as the students started to leave. It was the end of the day and they all were going to their dorms or outside to enjoy themselves in the sun.

Joe got up and tried to slip out not sure who or where Alice was. Just as he was nearing the door though he felt a hard smack on his ass and he jumped.

“Where do you think you are going? all in a hurry.” A Blonde girl appeared behind him, she towered over him and gave him a rather threatening grin. A few girls watching them started to point and giggle.

“Are you Alice?”

“Thats my name and you are Joe right? Well your stuff was moved upstairs already and you need to study for the test tomorrow anyway, so lets go.” And with that she grabbed Joe’s hand and then set off pulling him with her. She moved much faster than him due to her long legs and Joe had to practically jog to keep up as he was pulled along by her tight grip on his hand. Joe wanted to protest that she didn’t need to hold onto his hand but he kept his mouth shut for now. He just needed to play along with this charade until he could get left alone for a bit then he might be able to escape.

She continued to pull him along for several minutes and every so often Joe would bump into another schoolgirl and he would try to mumble an apology before he was dragged on. Some girls even saw him coming and gave him a spank on his ass as he went by. He didn’t have time to look at the girls responsible but he certainly heard them laughing as he was pulled along. Alice pulled him up staircases and along corridors until they reached her room. It had probably only taken 5 minutes but it had felt like the longest journey of Joe’s life. She took out a key from her pocket and after letting herself in threw Joe onto her bed finally letting go of his hand.

Alice’s room was seemed both large and small to Joe the moment he saw it. It was small because it was just one room. He saw only a bed, a desk and a large wardrobe against the wall. However the room looked large because everything was bigger than it should have been. It was proportioned for a 7 foot tall girl so everything was about 20% larger than normal.

“Hey!” he exclaimed as he tumbled onto the bed noticing that it was bouncier than he expected probably due to the size difference of the mattress.

“Oh shut up, its faster this way and you know it. Now why don’t you take this book and start asking me questions”. She grabbed one of the books from her bag and threw it to Joe which resulted in him just about catching it with 2 hands but having the wind knocked out of him a little. “Start with the section on differential equations and then ask me some questions on waves and harmonic oscillation.” Then she sat on the chair by the desk, crossed her legs and looked at him impatiently.

Joe opened the heavy book and started looking through it while he sat on the bed. Some parts of it looked familiar to him but he wasn’t very good at his work to begin with so he didn’t really understand what was going on. He turned to the sections Alice had told him to go to and looked for questions he could ask. He tried to stick to definitions or any questions where he could just read off what was written in front of him and check if the words that came out of Alice’s mouth were exactly what was there. A few times she tried to explain in her own words the answer but Joe had to struggle to know if she was right. He mostly just agreed with her and said that she was correct if he couldn’t tell.

“Ok now I will ask you” She announced and walked over to grab the book out of his hands.

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Joe knew none of the answers to the questions that Alice asked even the easier ones. Regularly Alice would announce this saying “That was an EASY one” or “Are you even trying?” accompanied by regular exasperated sighs. He also found it harder to concentrate as now instead of leafing through the book looking for questions he was looking directly at Alice and trying not to stare. Under her skirt she wore nylon stockings and she had taken off her shoes. Joe kept stealing glances at her feet (While he wasn’t staring at her breasts that is) and he prayed Alice wouldn’t be able to tell he was getting an erection. Whenever she seemed to be looking down at the book Joe would try to fix himself but every time he tried to get more comfortable Alice would look up and ask him a question. He started to feel as if she was timing it just right to catch him but he told himself to stop being so paranoid, it must just be coincidence.

Eventually after they had been at it for so long Joe felt exhausted. Alice seemed tired too so said it was time for bed. Joe was honestly just grateful to get some rest so he didn’t complain that he was being told to go to bed nor did he wonder about food as for some reason he didn’t feel hungry at all even though it was late.

“You can just sleep in a T-Shirt and your underwear you should be warm enough.” Alice yawned and then looked at Joe expectantly.

“Eh would you mind turning around? or-“

“Oh come on Joe, I have to give up my room and help you study. This is the main perk for me of this arrangement. Now strip.” She commanded.

Seeing as he had no choice Joe turned away from her hoping to hide his erection but somehow he ended up feeling more exposed as he felt her eyes on his ass as he took off the school uniform and stripped down. When he took off his trousers he even heard Alice wolf whistle behind him.

“Nice ass”

Red faced, Joe jumped into the bed and looked over at her wondering if she was going to join him. There was only one bed after all.

Alice slowly got up and walked over to the wardrobe only to take out a blindfold and walk over to Joe.

“You don’t get to see me undress just yet.”

Joe was about to protest but Alice was bigger and stronger than him so after a short struggle it was obvious there was nothing he could do. Then she whispered in his ear “don’t move”

He felt her get off him and he heard the sound of clothes moving against skin. after a minute he felt Alice cuddle up beside him and pin both his arms against the bed with one of hers. He was still blindfolded and he couldn’t move his arms so there was nothing he could do. Her large tits pressed into his back and just as he wondered how he was supposed to sleep like this he felt a hand reach down into his boxers and grab his member.

“Alice what are you-“

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh” she whispered in his ear.

She started to stroke him and he was powerless to stop her. Her hand was larger than a normal girls and she used her other arm to reach around his body and keep him pinned to the bed. Joe tried to object some more but every time he opened his mouth he felt her hand squeeze tighter as a warning. All he could do was lie there as she gave him a handjob. Before long he could feel that he was getting close as her hand stroked up and down, up and down, up and down-

Suddenly he felt his orgasm stop. It was like some sort of wall stopped him from cumming. He let out an pained moan confused and frustrated.

“What! I don’t- how are you?”

Alice giggled in his ear. “Just another one of the perks for me.”

And so Alice edged him a few times before she finally fell asleep still griping his penis and after that it took Joe a long time before finally tiredness won out and he descended into a deep sleep despite his cock still being as hard as a rock.

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Mrs Taylor stared at Joe. He was lying in a tank of shallow water with electrodes stuck to his head. She could see precum leaking out of his penis which meant he had gotten a few edgings at last. He had gotten off lucky though she thought to herself. Normally the patients that didn’t do what they were told could end up almost having seizures from the punishment they would receive. This just confirmed what she suspected about Joe all along. He was submissive at heart and with the right environment he would actually do quite well in his studies. He was already obeying what he was being told to do in the simulation. With a little discipline he would end up working his ass off and come out of this with a very good education.

“This is all for his benefit of course” she out loud to herself even though there was no one else around.

But when Joe was done she might just sample him herself. After all he would get a very through education in there and it would be a shame to let it go to waste.

With that pleasing thought still in her head she turned off the lights and left Joe to his frustrated sleep.

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There is no easy way to describe this, so I will just go ahead and do so. What has happened to my body is beyond me. My milk-swollen breasts ache to be relieved, and I’m so much larger now that I used to be. If more people know then maybe there will be hope, and if not that, then at least some temporary relief or release.

I was married to what I thought was a wonderful man. That sounds like so many sad Hallmark cards, but I had little else to compare it to. My sister and I watched as our parents’ marriage disintegrated over the course of our childhood. We had hopes that things would get better, and did our own snooping to get assessments as to how it was going. I’m sure I’m not the only one who snuck into her parents’ room and found the tell-tale signs of their love-making. You find the toys, you find the lube, and you even find the naughty videos, which were still old school VHS for some reason. There is such an amazing difference between people who are the most vocal conservatives in public and what they do in their own bedroom. I only mention this because in some ways I became my parents.

I met Jeremy in college down in San Diego. We didn’t go to the same school, but met at one of the many parties that see a mixing of the college students. My goal was Financial Accounting, and I dreamed of working for a large company that would take care of me for the rest of my life—simple, but I was eighteen at the time. Jeremy’s main interest in college was football and sex. He really wasn’t the kind of guy I should have gone for with my goals of professionalism, but biology changes things. Jeremy had one of the hardest bodies I’d ever felt. He wasn’t the tallest guy, in fact he was just a few inches taller than me, and I’m around 5′ 5”, but he sculpted that body of his. He hated most other aspects of the college life like the studying, but he worked out constantly.

There were other guys, and looking back now, I could have had a very normal and healthy life with them. It would have made sense, but so many of them were doughy or weak feeling. As he hung out and the party and drank, I ran my hands playfully over his clothes just to freak out my friend Courtney, who was a complete wall-flower. I thought I was touching a god carved out of wood. The wood, I learned, would quite literally come later.

We ended up back at my dorm because Jeremy’s roommate had already told him that their dorm would be occupied for the evening. I tried to get my roommate Dakota, a cute, but chubby red head, to leave, but she complained that she had nowhere else to go, and promised to be quiet and hide under her covers. Jeremy didn’t seem to mind, but then he was drunk, and already had his meaty hand down the front my jeans and into my panties. bitlis escort It was embarrassing to an extent, but I was so wet, and a football player’s fingers are not something you can ignore.

I insisted that we get undressed. Jeremy was willing to just open up our clothing and get his cock inside me, because that’s how a guy thinks. I won the argument of course, and at that time didn’t understand women who give into their man’s will. I would later learn how that can change.

Jeremy’s body was everything my hands had imagined it to be: toned and hard with a minor tan from being in San Diego. By this time his cock had swollen to a beefy member that my small hand grasped like a tree limb. I heard Dakota say “Oh my God”, and knew that she was watching us, but I didn’t care at the time. It was the biggest one that I’ve met personally. I wasn’t some frail waif at the time. I was thin from running track in high school. My hair was still modestly short from being more a sporty girl, though I still golden highlights in its brown mass. My breasts were a fair size for an athletic girl, but on my than one occasion I did envy girls like Dakota, who despite her constant dieting had two enormous breasts on her. I used to hold up her giant bras to my modest form and imagine. Life is so twisted in some ways.

It was slow going in, and at one point I thought I was going to be ripped apart. All the while, Dakota watched me, and I heard soft moans leaving her mouth. She was touching herself as Jeremy had his way with me. Being on the bottom can be intimidating especially when you’re with a guy who’s much bigger than you, but Jeremy did his best to be gentle. I know it’s been said before: I knew in that moment that it was more than just a regular college hook-up. The truth was that I didn’t have many college hook-ups. Here was this beautiful and amazing specimen of a man, and he had chosen me over all the other girls. I couldn’t help but let something like that go to my head.

Unseen, Dakota cried out in her own pleasure as she made herself cum. I was about to burst out laughing when my own orgasm hit. I remember knocking with my small fist on Jeremy’s muscled side, and telling him to “keep going…keep going.” I just didn’t want any part of it to end.

When it did end, I felt Jeremy empty himself inside of me. I had prided myself on taking the time to get undressed, but didn’t remember a condom. After he pulled out, I felt his cum dripping out of me almost like my bladder was leaking. He must have filled me to the brim. Fortunately, the pill did work that time. Even though I had found something new and unrestrained, and I was still very serious about my goals.

Jeremy rolled off, and I lay bolu escort there with my body hot and flushed. My skin must have been glowing, but Dakota didn’t mention it. I looked over at her, and sure enough her pajama bottoms were off, and she was cleaning herself with a wash rag. She had never brought a guy back to the dorm, even though I assured her that I would respect her privacy and be elsewhere with a little warning. Ironically, her not giving me the same consideration led me to seeing the sexual side of her for the first time.

“You okay there, sweetie?” I asked.

She gave me the most incredulous look at first, as though I was somehow judging her. Dakota’s cherubic face scrunched up, and she probed me deeply with her eyes. I softened my smile and willed her to get my meaning, which she did. She nodded, and asked if I was alright after taking “that thing” inside of me.

“Better than alright,” I said. “My semester so far has improve. You really need to get a guy though, hon. It’s much better than going solo.”

Jeremy was pretending to doze, but chuckled lightly at that.

“I just don’t have much luck with guys,” she said. “I don’t look like you.”

“That’s bullshit,” I said, and regretted the harshness in my tone for I knew that a girl as sensitive as Dakota turn to stone if she thought I was putting her down in anyway. “You’re so attractive. I wish I had tits as big as yours. They would play hell with my jogging, but I’ve always felt like I was less of a woman for not having more of a chest.”

“They’re really a pain,” she insisted. “And they’ve yet to attract anyone.”

I would come to regret the next part. When you’re advocating for someone else, especially when they’re feeling down you start to make all sorts of claims and promises of better futures. I shook Jeremy from his pretend slumber. “As a guy, you find Dakota attractive right? You’d have sex with her?”

“Uhh…”

He may have suspected that this was some sort of ploy on my part. Sadly, there is no shortage of bitches who lay traps for own men as an excuse to berate them. Maybe I was just feeling really generous or wanted to contradict Dakota’s certainty about her own reality.

“Would you do it?” I pressed.

“Are you serious? This isn’t some kind of test, is it?”

“No,” I said. “She’s been a real friend, and she deserves to feel good.”

He still played at being hesitant, and likely still was on some level, but beneath that is the baser part of guys. That part of them that is always willing to have sex with just about anyone or anything. Despite the quality of our fuck, I knew that Jeremy still had that inside of him.

My deft fingers worked around his flaccid cock to burdur escort learn that it wasn’t as flaccid as it might have been after just having sex. “You’re already interested, huh?”

He closed his eyes and turned away from me. “Make me feel guilty about it.”

“Take off your top,” I said to Dakota. “Show Jeremy your tits. He’ll love them.”

Poor Dakota did as she was told. Her breathing quickened and her cheeks were flushed. She presented herself to Jeremy in all her chubby and voluptuous glory. While Jeremy took her in, I saw the longing in his eyes, and felt his cock get larger in my hand. Dakota had a rounded tummy, and her ass and hips were larger, and what I would imagine would be ideal for birthing. A thick red bush covered her mound, and I could tell that it was still wet and swollen with desire.

Jeremy stopped being hesitant by any means. He went over to her, and began kissing her as she closed her eyes almost in fear. He felt up those pendulous breasts that I sometimes envied, and with little effort eased her onto her twin-sized bed. With Jeremy’s guiding hands, my roommate spread those large legs of hers and welcomed him inside of her. Dakota bit her lower lip as it happened, and seemed to be bracing for something as though it was painful. I smiled knowing how pronounced Jeremy’s dick could be as it made its way inside of someone. She stifled some small cries as he began pushing it in and out of her. She hadn’t been a virgin, but it must have been a long time since anyone but her toys had ventured inside her.

I just couldn’t stay away when I still felt horny. I slowly approached, as not to startle her, then I knelt down and began sucking on one her large tits. She squealed with delight at this. I’d long suspected that she had wanted to do something with her, but just couldn’t find the courage to do it. I left a sliver of saliva as I pulled away from her engorged nipple.

“Do you like this, baby?” I asked.

“Oh, God yes.”

“Good.”

I began kissing her then, and she joined me in making out as my boyfriend continued to fuck her properly. She cried out my name as she finally came, and I kissed her deeply as Jeremy pumped his cum into her. He still had so much inside of him. A little of it leaked out of Dakota’s hot pussy. Not enough though. Unlike me, Dakota had stopped taking the pill months before because she claimed it wasn’t good for her. She said she loved Jeremy and I, and wanted to do it again. I was willing to do so, but things got so much more complicated when she told me weeks later that she was pregnant.

I look back at those days now and wonder what made me stay with Jeremy. It was my fault really: I told him that I wanted him to fuck her. I shouldn’t have, and I should have broken it off between us. I didn’t know that this would become an obsession for him. Dakota’s getting pregnant the first time was just to prelude to my own strange fate with Jeremy. As I tell you this now, I am much Dakota was and became, but it’s all so much weirder.

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Huntress of the Night takes place in the same world as Search for the Goddess. These events happen 90 years before Search, so it is not required to read Search side by side with Huntress for a true understanding. All characters engaged in sexual acts are 18 or older. Human, none human, consent and non-consent. Comments welcome.

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She ran for her life, faster than she did not believe possible for her. Not that anyone was around to notice her speed. It was midnight, and the townsfolk were indoors. The people had learned long ago to be off the streets nine after noon. Of course the younger people had trouble believing the worry. The village was located fairly close to the mountains that wolves hunted on, but that was no reason not to walk around your own home. That was how the woman, long blonde hair with blue eyes and the fair skin of the northerners, ended up running for what she assumed to be her life. She had spent the night in the woods with her lover, and had hoped to sneak back home to avoid a scolding from her parents. As the woman darted between two houses, she wished desperately that a scolding was the worst of her problems. She was about to turn a corner when something grabbed her arm and threw her to the ground. She hit the cold cobblestone with a groan before glancing up in fear, they had found her. Two males stood above her, leering at her with red eyes. They only wore pants, they had moved barefooted and chested through the cold night to get her. Not that these grey skinned monsters needed to worry about cold. As their pointed ears and deformed faces showed, they had moved beyond human feelings long ago. Now they were vampires, and new ones from their looks.

The one that threw her licked his lips before nudging his friend, “So what do you think? Worth coming to this speck of a village?”

The other nodded as he looked her up and down, liking what he saw in the well-endowed human, “Oh yes, there is always some fool that ignores their elders and goes about at night. This little slut for instance.”

The girl hissed at that word and tried to crawl away. Chuckling, the first vampire leapt at her, pinning her down and pulling her head up by her hair, “Guess she doesn’t like being called a slut.”

“Hard to deny it though. The smell of sex is still on her. Sneak out for a romp did you girl?”

The girl bit her lip as the first vampire palmed her breast and gave it a squeeze, very aware of how his body pressed on top of hers, “We would have saved you to trouble of dealing with some mortal.”

The girl squirmed under the vampire, uncaring that it only excited him. As he tore open her blouse and pinched her bare nipple, she whimpered in fear.

“Please…let me go…please don’t kill me….”

“Kill you?” The second vampire stepped in front of her and knelt. To her horror he pulled down his ragged pants and let loose the largest dick she had ever seen. Granted the village was small and she did not have much to see, but he easily beat her lover. The vampire smirked at her reaction, “Nice, huh? I admit I wasn’t much to look at down there as a human. But vampirism enhances more than just your strength and lifespan. Don’t worry, we won’t kill you. Such a waste. We are just going to fuck you, suck your blood, and do it again every night. She not like that answer?”

The last part was directed at his friend, who had to adjust himself to keep the now thrashing girl down, “Guess not. You’re no good at wording things. Let me try. You can either take it or die. See?” The girl stopped struggling as the hand that had squeezed her breast moved to her neck. Grinning, the vampire slid off her and turned her onto her back. The human had a nice rack, and her nipples stood hard in the cold air. The first vampire lifted her shirt and spread her legs as the other dangled his cock above her face. The girl whimpered and pleaded but made no move to escape.

“Lick it.” The girl hesitantly stuck out her tongue and gave the tip of his cock a few flicks. She stopped to cry out in shock as the other monster pushed his cock into her pussy without warning. The human groaned as the largest manhood she had begun pumping into her. The second vampire glared at his friend and the girl before shoving his own cock into her mouth. It was an awkward angle for her, not that he cared as he began pumping her mouth.

“Don’t forget about me you human slut.”

“Try and enjoy it. Look on the bright side, you’re getting the best fuck of your short life and you can’t get pregnant off a vampire.”

She was not feeling so lucky as both vampires picked up speed and forced more of their cocks into her. She let out a moan around the dick as the other leaned in and pulled at her breasts. The vampire in her mouth looked ready to say something when a small object pierced the back of his head. The monster collapsed into dust as a small silver dagger clattered on the ground. The girl choked and spit out dust from her mouth as the remaining vampire looked around in surprise. bayburt escort He stopped thrusting, but did not pull out. The girl panted for air when the vampire hissed at the rooftops. A woman watched them from about. In the moonlight, her very long black hair framed her pale skin and violet eyes. She wore a long purple robe under a leather bodice, boots, and steel bracers. The front skirt of the robe was cut open in a triangle to give her long legs room to maneuver. Silver throwing daggers like the one on the ground crisscrossed her ample chest on their straps.

The vampire hissed again with a faint trace of fear, “Huntress.”

The woman nodded before leaping off the roof and landing gracefully away from them. Her movements were graceful even as she drew a crimson bladed rapier and strode toward them. The girl gasped as the vampire grabbed her neck again and chuckled. Her lower body heated up again as the vampire began thrusting again. The woman did not slow her pace.

“Stop right there human. I’ve got this poor little slut right here. You don’t want me painting this street red do you?”

The woman smirked cockily as she gave her rapier a quick swing, “You don’t want to lose the one thing keeping your ass-ugly head connected to your body, do you?”

The vampire pulled the girl up and forced her to straddle him as his dick pushed deeper into her. Groaning from the feeling of an unfamiliar size in her the girl began to move her hips and ride his dick. Humans, give them a good fucking and they break down easy. The vampire ignored the small pants and moaned in his ear as the woman still approached, apparently not caring that there was a human body in between them now. No matter, he could disarm her was the sword was pushing through his victim. If the girl survived, he would just fuck them both. The woman raised her rapier and thrust out. The vampire was about to reached out for the sword when a sharp pain exploded from his back. Whipping his head back, he watched as a red bladed rapier stabbed through him.

Both black haired women smirked as the blade hit the heart, reducing the disbelieving vampire into dust. No long held up by her attacker, the girl fell right through the falling dust and into her savior’s arms.

Its job finished, the illusion of the woman faded away just as the rune on one of her steel bracers darkened. Pulling the poor girl close to her the woman smiled.

“Sorry for making you go through that so long. I needed the illusion to distract him while I made my way around. What’s your name?”

“Christine…” The girl panted out as she relaxed. She may not have wanted it, but the vampire had gotten her body worked up. She could almost feel his hand on her breast, squeezing and rubbing…Christine’s eyes flew open to find her savior doing just that. A blush crept onto her face as the woman began planting small kisses up her neck. The girl squirmed in embarrassment.

“M..miss….”

“Kara.” The woman said after a long lick and lowering Christine onto the ground.

“Kara. What are you doing?”

Kara smiled as she lifted up the skirt and cupped Christine’s pussy with her free hand. The other was still busy working her breasts, pinching her nipples playfully as Christine gasped. Unlike the rough treatment of the vampires, the violet eyed woman was more tender and teasing on her. Kara leaned in and nibbled at her lower lip. Christine started moaning softly under Kara’s touch.

“Just easing the tension. Vampires are like animals that take what they want. A hot little thing like you should get more. Besides, think of it as my reward for saving you.”

With that Kara slipped two fingers into Christine’s pussy. The village girl’s moans became muffled as Kara brought her into a kiss. Christine was in heaven right now as the digits moved in and out of her wet opening. Kara was the most skilled person she had ever had, far better than the clumsy hands of her village lovers. The two continued to kiss as Kara fingered her into an orgasm. Now completely worn out from her sex filled night, the girl slowly faded into sleep.

Kara wiped Christine’s juices off her hands before lifting the girl up. She was sort of disappointed that Christine had dozed off before Kara could get her own release; damn vampires had worn down the poor girl.

“Was that really needed, Kara?” The warrior turned around to grin at the white haired young woman who was walking up to her. The newcomer wore the white monk’s robe that marked her a servant of Luna, Goddess of the Moon. The white hair that framed her dark eyes was itself a sign that the moon deity had chosen her as one of her most powerful servants. Caren Strun had never told Kara was her hair color was before the blessing, and she did not intend to. The silver crescent moon dangling from her neck shone in the light of the real thing.

Kara shrugged as she glanced down at the sleeping Christine was a bit of lingering hunger, “I couldn’t let her body be ravaged bilecik escort by those idiots. I had to make sure it was alright.”

“Right.” Kara knew Caren didn’t buy it, she never did. But the monk had learned a long time ago that she could not stop Kara when she was horny. It was like fighting a dragon with a piece of cotton. So she just took the girl from Kara and looked her over.

“A simple spell can repair the clothing; I will leave a note suggesting that she not tell anyone about tonight. With luck we can keep our prey from learning about these two dying long enough to take them by surprise.”

Kara nodded and began making her way over to the nearest building. Taking a deep breath she jumped up and grabbed the edge of the roof and lifted herself up, “Meet you back at the inn then. Oh right, she might have some dust ‘up there’ from tonight. Better check it.”

“What!” Caren looked up to yell at Kara, but found nothing on the roof but snow. Damn that woman to hell.

–

What happened to Christine was not uncommon in the northern lands of Haron. A region of cold, ice, mountains, and snow, Haron was home to beings both natural and supernatural that are not found in the deserts of Sabacc or the plains of Solan. Cryomancer mages, werewolves, dread wolves, and frost dragons were some examples. Chief among all of them were the vampires. Near immortal monsters that lived off the blood of the living, vampires had been a menace to the people of Haron since before the old kingdom had broken. With not King and the land ruled by many warlords and chiefs the problem had only gotten worse over the centuries. They took what they wanted and killed who they wanted. Which was, ironically, how the black haired woman walking on the rooftops of the village came to be feared by them.

Kara had only been eight when her family had been part of a caravan heading through the mountains to Stormhold. A party of vampires fell on them, with Kara being on the only survivors by chance. She had been held down and forced to watch as her father was killed and her mother raped before the rising sun drove the monsters away. She had sworn to wipe out the vampire race in its entirety.

Kara was twenty five now, and while she was still a long way from her goal, the vampires knew who she was. Kara the Huntress they called her, the beautiful human that wiped out a force of fifty vampires and slew their Vampire Lord. The rapier she used, Bloodbane, was once that Lord’s weapon. Its tip dealt instant death so long as it pierced the heart. And so here she was, looking for the group of vampires that the two she killed came from. Word had reached her that vampires had been hunting in this area more than usual for weeks now. She could not let that slide, so she had come to dust all the bastards. But first, she thought as her stomach growled, she needed food. Jared had better have gotten them a room.

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“You put far too little faith in me, Kara.” Jared Baxt turned the page of his book as the two sat in the inn. Unlike the muscular man, who only had a cup of tea, Kara was tearing into a cut of meat and gulping down ale. To strangers, it looked like the man dressed in hide clothing should be acting like a barbarian. They clearly did not know Kara. Swallowing it with a sigh, Kara shrugged.

“Well you did fail to get us that room in Iceport.”

“Because you would not even apologize for having sex with the owner’s son in the stables.” Jared’s tone was as even as Kara’s smirk was devious.

“He came on to me, remember? Besides, how was I supposed to know he was getting married? I can’t read minds Jared.”

Like Caren, Jared had learned it was rare to win with Kara. Or, Jared had learned before Caren did. Kara and Jared were childhood friends, his family had taken her in after she lost her parents. While Kara had always been fiery and free willed, their deaths gave her a reason to focus those emotions into killing vampires. Jared had joined her after choosing not to become a monk of Jar, the God of Knowledge. Though he never said it to her, Jared found the skills he had learned studying to be more useful helping Kara than recording it in some library. The two have a loose sexual relationship, which meant whenever Kara could convince her friend into screwing her. In his own way, the calm and studious man was almost as impossible as Kara with that.

“You could have asked what the ring on his finger meant, perhaps?” Caren slumped into the empty chair of their table with a sigh.

Kara waved off the comment as she gulped down some more ale, “Ignorance is bliss. He wanted my pussy, I wanted his cock. No need to muddle the situation with other things. Of course, it could have been avoided if SOME people had just relieved my needs.”

Jared simply turned another page while Caren blushed. Only a year younger then Kara and the Luna Monk had had far less sexual relations then the Huntress. She had met Kara and Jared while trying to drive bingöl escort some bandits from a village. They had taken her hostage and tied her up for their pleasure later. Kara had arrived and killed them and, much like with Christine, had her own way with Caren before releasing her. As Kara later claimed, Caren had an amazing body under that monk’s robe. She had been outraged at the treatment, but after learning from Jared that this perverted woman was the Huntress herself she decided to stay with them. For all her character flaws, Kara was very devoted to her job and Caren had helped kill many monsters. She absolutely refused to sleep with Kara; Luna knows what would happen to her next.

“So, Christine all right?”

“Yes, safe in her room with unknowing parents. We should not rely on her ability to stay quiet though.”

Jared nodded and sipped his tea, “We have the general location of the next down. If we set out in the morning, we should find them with plenty of sunlight to spare.”

Kara crossed her legs and stretched, well aware of the looks the men in the inn gave her as her long legs fell out of the skirt opening or as her large breasts pushed against the bodice. She enjoyed the attention; it meant she had plenty of choices for tomorrow night’s victory sex if Jared wasn’t up to it. But that came second on her mind. The hunt came first. With the sun out she could find the monsters in their hole with no room to escape. Just the thought of it made her caress the hilt of Bloodbane in anticipation.

“Agreed then. Well I best get some rest then.”

“Rest?” Jared asked with a raised brow as Kara stood and finished off her ale.

“Well, first I think I’ll finger myself into sleep. Unless anyone here wants to help?” Jared shook his head and Caren shot her a mortified glare. Shrugging, Kara strode up the stairs to their room.

–

The three were up and walking through the snow covered forest as soon as the sun lit up the sky. Days in the northern lands could be short, and they had a job to do. Caren and Jared combed the ground as Kara flitted from tree to tree for her prey. Vampires were both a clever and obvious race as a whole. At night they stalked the land, fearing only the most dangerous hunters such as the dragons and hunters like Kara. But their true enemy was the sun; its rays meant a slow and burning death. Only the Vampire Lords, the oldest and most powerful vampires, were the exception. Besides having regained a true human appearance and great power, the Lords could walk in sunlight with only a drop in their power. But the Lords were few and for the most part stayed in their mountain castles. No Vampire Lord would lower himself to being in a cave and preying on a tiny village. So Kara only had to look for signs that someone had tried to block out the sun. She soon spotted such a sign as a cave came into view. The entrance was been hastily covered in foliage to keep out the morning rays. Vampires, clever at night but painfully obvious in the day.

Kara leapt down from her tree and glanced around. She was supposed to go and find Jared and Caren, let them know the nest was here and storm the place. But that would take too long, the forest was huge and they could be anywhere. Kara drew out a silver throwing knife and dug it into the bark of a tree. If they passed by before she was done, they would see it and join the fun. She drew Bloodbane and walked up to the cave. Brushing aside the foliage, she crept into the cave and made her way deeper. These vampires were really clueless; this cave seemed deep enough to have plenty of darkness away from the sun. That barrier was more of a signal to their presence than a bloodstained snow pile. Must be newly turned if they made such a mistake. Another idea came to Kara just as something broke close to her. As she coughed on the gas, her last thoughts before passing out were that maybe it was a trap.

Kara opened her eyes and growled in annoyance. It was a trap, way to go Kara. The cave was dimly lit by a few candles scattered around, but she could see them just fine. The three vampires that stood around her were more advanced than she though, more than the two from last night. Their grey skin had begun to fade into a pale color similar to humans, and their eyes had gained the faintest flicker of the glow that vampires developed as they aged. Their strong bodies and large, erect manhoods were also on display since none of them had clothes on. A quick pull of her arms told her that they were bound behind her back. Bloodbane, the throwing knives, and her runed bracers were too one side of the cave, well beyond her reach. She had a pretty good idea were this was going.

“Three naked vampire men in a cave. Guess I know how you guys pass the days.”

The monsters hissed in disgust before stepped forward, “And one bound and helpless human that could not smell a trap. I cannot guess how you are called the Huntress.”

Still trying to loosen the rope binding her arms, she smirked at him, “Oh, you know me? I guess the mountain of dust I could make out of your dead friends does earn me some reputation.”

One of the other vampires snarled and stepped up to strike her, but the leader held up his hand, “You have a sharp tongue human, I wonder how it will be filled with our meat.”

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Ihonette Gambit Ch 2

~Strudert

The air stunk of piss, booze, and sweat as Strudert slumped heavily against the worn and chipped counter. Blurry eyed, drunk, and with the sound of the boisterous tavern drowning his sluggish thoughts, he felt no better. His day had been one shitshow after the other, and that was to say nothing about the week he’d had.

He sighed, the sound coming out like a muffled groan from between his fat and chapped lips. His life had just become a constant tumble downwards, piling debts, an aging body, a…

He slumped, slamming his head against the counter, causing the barkeep to give him a cross-look.

“Ya okay?” The bushy-eyed man asked, wiping a mug.

“Yeah,” Strudert replied, still not feeling any better as he plopped his balding head back onto the counter. “By the gods, I miss adventuring,” he muttered.

~Ihonette

“By the gods,” the wagon-driver groaned, tightening his grip on Ihonette’s head as a shudder ran through his gaunt body.

Ihonette smiled, humming her appreciation around his twitching dick as he spurted into her mouth. Fondling the wrinkled hairy sacks. That passed for his jewels, she coaxed out another moan from his lips and another spurt of his seed. His cum was a bitter watery mess, but she didn’t mind. The wrinkled and leather-skinned man had been more than a pleasant companion on her trip, and not to mention a decent meal, even if his cum was no-better than watered-down gruel. Though, it’d not be the worst thing she’d ever swallowed.

With a lewd pop, she let go off his shriveling tool and licked the dregs of his seed from her plump lips.

“You’re something else,” the man panted as he rested heavily against his wagon’s chair.

The elf smiled, patting his dick.

He winced,” and you’ve been a delight,” she beamed, planting a kiss on his sunken cheek before righting herself and making to hop off the stationary wagon. He’d parked them just off the edge of a crossroads, nestling them within the privacy of the surrounding foliage. It was a pleasant enough place, but Ihonette was itching to get going, and with her target so close, there was no time to wait.

“I could,” he started.

Landing, she adjusted her travel pack and shook her head. Smiling, she looked up at the rail-thin man and his worn clothing. “There’s no need for that, Iron-root is just up ahead. I can just walk the rest of the way, besides,” she added, pointing at his overburdened wagon,” you still have a job to do.”

He winced.

She smiled and started down the mud choked road,” I’ll come by Dog’s-burrow, when I finish.”

~Iron-root

It’d taken another hour or two, but she finally reached the city of Iron-root. The tiered city sat like a grey and soot-covered crown, looming over the surrounding area. The stench of refuse, piss, the unwashed masses, and other unsightly odors clung to the smoke choked air like a stubborn child. People, gaunt, bedraggled, corpulent, and richly dressed busied themselves, intermingling, jockeying, and, doing as they pleased throughout the overcrowded city. The place was a stinking cesspool of people and animals.

“Perfect,” Ihonette muttered to herself, a smile tugging at her lips. It was utterly perfect. Iron-root was the sort of place the bastard would end up. Why she’d not thought of it earlier was utterly beyond her. Though, getting a bit of payback against another of her so-called party members was fun, and so was fucking an entire caravan of merchant dwarfs, and…

She shook her head, smiling wistfully. It didn’t matter though; the arsehole would soon be within her grasp and…

“Hear me, people of Taligan Alley!” A booming voice bellowed, drawing the shapely elf’s attention as people shuffled towards what appeared to be a stage in the center of the market square, some jostling her as they did.

Ihonette quirked an eyebrow as she took in what was happening.

Four people stood on the patchwork stage. Two appeared to be some sort of town’s guard, uniformed and utterly forgettable. A woman, naked, blonde, and disheveled, hung defeated between the two men. And, a man, corpulent and dressed in enough finery to put a dwarvin merchant to shame, spoke.

“A rich town-crier if I’ve ever seen,” Ihonette mused, hearing the jowly pug-faced man’s proclamations.

“For the sin of,” the man began, his voice carrying across the square.

“A balıkesir escort priest,” Ihonette thought, rolling her eyes.

“Adultery and blasphemy against the church of…”

Another eye roll as she made to leave. Religion wasn’t much to Ihonette and she wasn’t about to…

“Lady Madeline has here by been condemned to suffer the test of a hundred phalluses.”

Ihonette stopped, an eyebrow quirked as she one more faced the huddled masses and the stage beyond.

“This should be interesting.”

“From now until sunset on the morrow,” the man continued as the woman was dragged forward and locked into a stockade on her knees,” any male, be they man or beast may use the Lady Madeline as they wish in the light of the gods, for her sins are great and only through humility and penance shall she once more be redeemed,” he finished, tucking his proclamation into his coat before fumbling at his breeches to free a flaccid penis, that was easily a foot in length, and turning to face the woman.

The bound woman made to say something, but he thrust, plunging his dick down her throat. The blonde gagged, shuddering, and climaxing as the crier began pumping his hips, throwing the crowd into a frenzy of cheers while a line formed for the next person.

Sighing, Ihonette shook her head as she turned around and made to hunt her quarry. She’d already lived through something similar and she wasn’t much for seeing someone else go through it. Even if it made her quim and mouth water with desire.

~The Mule’s Bride

Hunting for a single middle-aged dwarf in a city of thousands should have been nigh impossible, but it’d taken merely a day and a half to track down the drunken fool. It wasn’t so much, that Strudert was an easy man to track or that Ihonette was some expert tracker, but more to do with her altered rune markings. The accursed thing, he’d carved into the space above her considerable ass, burned like a hot poker as she’d hunted him down. It only worked within a mile or so of him, but it was worth it.

The now portly and haggard looking dwarf sat slumped on a bar stool, chugging what had to be his sixth or seventh mug of ale, that night. She’d watched him for close to a week now, and this was par the course for him. Whoring, gambling, and drinking were the dwarf’s only reasons for living, it seemed.

Watching him guzzle down another mug, Ihonette supposed she should feel sorry for him, but she felt nothing, but utter eagerness. She’d waited ages for this and here he was, a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. Even when she’d been nothing but a broken hole for whatever dick wanted her, a piece of her shattered psyche had dreamed of this moment.

She licked her lips, downed her ale, and sauntered up to the counter, plopping into the stool next to him.

“An ale, if you don’t mind,” she said, motioning to the bar keep, a human man with more muscle than Ihonette thought was strictly necessary for his job,” and whatever he’s having,” she added, pointing to Strudert.

The barkeep arched a bushy eyebrow, and the dwarf raised his head, cocking it to face her.

She smiled,” come here often?”

~The Mule’s Bride — Upstairs

They were on each other like ants to honey, stumbling into Strudert’s rented room. It’d been ages since he’d felt so randy and he had no idea why. Sure, the knife-eared bitch was a walking sexpot with tits big enough to make a dwarvin matriarch jealous and an ass of equal proportion, but he was no…

She moaned, melting beneath the dominance of his tongue and his grip on her derriere.

It didn’t matter. He was horny, harder than he’d been in gods knew how long, getting laid, and he didn’t have to pay for it.

Slam, and the door was closed behind them.

Plop, and he landed on his threadbare bed.

His room much like his bed was spartan, not that it mattered given he barely spent anytime within it, and besides…

His eyes glinted and his dick throbbed as he gazed up at the elf.

She smiled, her hair tousled, her cheeks flushed, and her leathers straining to contain her generous curves. He’d not had the pleasure of plowing many of the knife-eared assholes, but he knew enough to know she was no high-elf. Silver, maybe given her tits, but the hair color was off. He shook his head internally, watching as she undressed, the udders attached to her chest bartın escort practically popping out as she did so. What did it matter anyway, the cow was eager, and he was more than willing.

He spread his legs, stroking his straining bulge, its tip already damp with his anticipation as she continued to strip.

She was slow, but with another flourish of teasing movements, she stood before him naked, tits bare, their thumb-sized teats engorged, her stomach padded but toned, and her hairy cunt swollen and glistening with her own dewy anticipation.

He licked his lips, a flurry of ideas buzzing about in his mind as she sashayed towards him, swaying her hips and pendulous tits in tune. She was mesmerizing. He had to have her. It’d been years, he thought, his eyes quickly darting to his room’s cupboard and the staff that lay within what remained of his belongings. With a cow like this under his…

“And what do we have here?” She cooed, returning his attention back to her.

Looking down, he grinned, showing what remained of his gold-plated teeth. The elf was kneeling between his legs and looking up at him as her fingers undid the laces of his pants. A necklace with a gem glinted from around the woman’s neck, catching his eyes , but it was the last thing on his mind as she gasped freeing his impressive member. It loomed, a pillar of throbbing and virile meat.

“I’d heard dwarves were big,” the elf whispered, her eyes locked on his vein-webbed shaft,” but…” she breathed, her breath warm against his throbbing phallus.

He smirked,” you haven’t seen anything yet,” he said, reaching to grab her head.

She looked up, her eyes glazed and her mouth practically salivating.

“Why don’t you pit that mouth to good use and suck.”

She nodded, leaned forward, and took him. She swallowed half his length, gagging as she came to a stop before sliding back up and bobbing on his cock.

Strudert groaned, running his hand through her hair as she worked. Tightening his grip and forcing more of his dick down her throat whenever she reached her gagging point. The sight of an elf gagging on his prick with her cheeks flushed, eyes watering and snot running down her nose… There just wasn’t anything else like it and not to mention…It felt heavenly, her mouth, throat, tongue, everything… everything about the situation felt…

“Gods,” he groaned, feeling his nuts tighten and his dick throb. ” I’m gonna,” he started, bucking his hips, and smothering the elf into his hairy crotch. With another pleasured groan, he erupted, basting her throat with his nut batter.

She gagged, her eyes watering, cheeks ballooning, and snot running out from her nose as he continued to flood her and hold her down.

“Gods,” he exhaled, finally slumping onto his elbows as he let go of her head and rode the last dregs of his climax. ” I don’t remember the last time I came so hard. I hope you didn’t mind that,” he panted, looking down to find the elf looking up at him, her makeup a runny mess. A certain glee flittered through him as he took her in. There was a certain joy in seeing one of the stuck-up cunts looking like a back alley whore.

She smiled, licking her lips.

He blinked.

“I hope that’s not all you’ve got, big boy,” she purred, flicking his sensitive tip before popping her finger into her mouth,” the night’s still young.”

He grinned; his dick already had again. He’d mark the cow.

“Cum for me!” The elf screamed, riding him like a horse,” fill me up. Paint my womb with your dirty seed!” She continued, gyrating, her breasts heaving, her body drenched with sweat and flushed with heat, and her eyes burning with a maddening glee.

Strudert groaned, his body tensing once more as he came for what had to be the tenth time already. It was pleasurable, but it was a pleasure laced in agony and swaddled by a growing despair. He’d come so many times already, all of which had never left him soft, yet weakened him with each spurt down the elf’s holes.

“I think we…” He started, slapping weakly at her thick thighs, his voice sounding more haggard if not high-pitched to his ears.

The elf swayed, rolling her head as she turned her gaze slowly back to him. Her hair was matted, her lips glistened, and milk beaded from her teats, she was…

He shook his head.

“I think,” he repeated, wishing batman escort he could just shove the bitch off of him, but she was either heavier than she looked, or he’d become far too exhausted.

“We’re only getting started, Strudert,” she purred, running a manicured finger down his chest, and forcing his eyes to follow its path. It was then he noticed. He paled. She grinned, the expression looking utterly predatory on her face.

“How?” He started, panic bubbling within him. His chest. The hair was gone, breasts, nipples. He had tits, each a handful already and growing.

“Get off me!” He bellowed. It came out like a shriek, girlish and… He bucked and slapped, his efforts week and… He looked, his hands… He wanted to…

“Oh,” the bitch cooed, drawing his attention,” how long I’ve waited for this Strudert,” she added, running her hands up her voluptuous body. Power thrummed as she spoke, drawing his eyes to the now softly glowing gem between her breasts. How he’d missed something so powerful was beyond him.

What? Who are you?”

She rolled her head, ground her hips, and leaned forward, smothering his burgeoning tits beneath hers as she met his eyes, their nose centimeters from each other.

“You don’t recognize me, do you?” She asked.

His eyes narrowed,” who are you? Did Claude send…”

She laughed. It was maddening, the sort of laugh you’d expect from a cackling crone, a demented demon, an insane mage, or….

“Do I look like some mongrel debt collector, Strudert?” She said, once more returning to face him nose to nose,” think, my dear dwarf,” she teased, patting his cheek,” even the ranger got there faster, and here I thought you were some mastermind after what you did to me all those years ago.”

His brows furrowed, his thoughts attempting to put themselves into some sort of semblance.

She grinned and leaned closer, her lips a fingernail’s span from his ears,” Monday,” she whispered.

He paled.

She grinned.

“I. Ihonette.”

“Bingo,” she whispered, patting his now hairless and softened cheeks,” but don’t worry,” she added, slowly grinding her hips,” you and I are going to have so much fun,” she finished. It was then he noticed it, hard, throbbing, and hot.

Realization dawned and he paled even further.

~Epilogue

“
By the gods, you’re tight,” Ihonette moaned, redoubling her pace as she thrust into Stacy’s cunt. The former male dwarf moaned, shuddering with each impact of ihonette’s hips against her fat ass. ” A bitch in heat,” she added, slapping the dwarf formerly known as Strudert, sending her ass wobbling. The sight sent a sliver of bliss racing through Ihonette as she enjoyed her fuck-toy.

Her former enemy had become such a submissive toy, since she’d transformed. And, not to mention a rather fuckable fuck-toy if Ihonette had anything to say about it. The dwarf was by all definitions a stacked shortstack, with tits the size of melons, hips, and ass to put a mare to shame, and that was to say nothing of her lovely red hair, freckled face, pouty lips, and button nose.

“By the gods,” Ihonette exclaimed, burying to the hilt as she erupted, once more basting the pregnant dwarf’s cunt with her seed. She shuddered. The sensation was like no other, even after experiencing it so many times since she’d gained her dick, that night in the tavern.

It was no wonder men mostly thought with their cocks, she thought, extricating herself from the panting, sweat-drenched, and heavily pregnant dwarf. Cum oozed from the mostly naked shortstack’s gaping pussy.

Ihonette smiled, shaking her head. It was only the middle of the day and she’d fucked the dwarf at least three times already. She needed to get a hold of herself, she thought, tucking her still drooling member into her pants. She winced, adjusting the somewhat unwieldly thing. Done, she strode towards Stacy and smacked the still orgasming dwarf’s rump, coaxing another mini climax from the slut.

“Get dressed,” Ihonette said,” we have a ways to go before we get to Dog’s-burrow.”

Stacy nodded,” yes master,” she panted.

Ihonette smiled, feeling a mixture of emotions she had a hard time putting into concrete words. She’d intended on just dumping the former man to some unscrupulous brothel or just leaving her tied up in the middle of the town square like he’d done to her all those years ago, but between fucking the dwarf into a drooling stupor after transforming her and gaining her dick, and Ihonette’s own memories of what would happen if she did, she decided against it.

Besides, she thought, looking back as the Dwarf bent over to retrieve their things, the dwarf was just her type.

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“Our current issue is this: The Chathurian, due to its nature as a being of Source, cannot be stopped by known Caretaker technology. Thus, I propose that we block the entrance with a dimensional manifold – a fictive event cycle, populated with specifically chosen multiversal denizens to create a non-Source blockage!” Thirty Three said, gesturing with one of her infinite arms at the glowing collection of glyphs and symbols that she was projecting against the wall. “We pick them from the fictive edge of things, and it’ll be quite secure! If you look at the files I’ve handed out, you can see the selection I’ve chosen…”

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“Um…”

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Thirty Three knew so many by name, and yet, knew she experienced but a fraction of them. Even a transdimensional being had limitations. But she could imagine every cherished place – every weird backward universe where life never formed or where the clouds tasted like candy – being crushed one by one by the Chathurian.

All if she didn’t stop it.

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She hurried to her office, where her secretary, SparkySparky was hurriedly filling out his will.

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And in the center of the Source, like a tiny knot of cancer, the eye of the Chathurian opened.

Eager for its sport.

***

“WHAAA!?”

Blankets slipped aside and Aiden jerked up, out of bed, and onto the floor with a thump. He sprawled on his belly, kicking his legs, and then sat up again. He blinked several times, sweat beading on his face, dripping along his cheeks, and gleaming on his bare chest. “Zuh?” he asked, then tried to think of words that made sense. “Bwuah?” Okay, still not working. He closed his eyes.

The last thing he remembered, before waking up here, was going out to buy some groceries for his family…and a blaring sound of a horn, turning around, and a full on semi rushing right at his face. The reason why this seemed a mite odd to Aiden, right now, was that he had been inside the shopping mall at the time.

Aiden rubbed his palms against his face, and took a look around the room.

Then he took a look at himself.

Then he said, out loud: “Whoa, wait, my name’s not Aiden?”

In order: The room was a beautiful one, easily twice as big as his bedroom. There was a bookshelf full of books, a window looking out at a narrow alleyway and then another apartment building – so he was in a flat? – and there was a computer that looked like it cost literally an arm and several legs to run, let alone to own. His bed was huge and comfortable and his sheets looked quite soft and comforting, with a thick blanket capping it all.

His body was a wild shock. When Aiden had been run down by the semi-truck, he had been a…a regular guy. Not super skinny, but also not super fat. He hadn’t had much in the way of muscles, and the most interesting thing about him had been that he had a birthmark that looked almost identical to the state of Kansas on his hip. Now? Now he had the body of an Olympic athlete in the field of being a hot twink. Flat sleek muscles, firm abdominal muscles, strong arms, fingers that were long and graceful. He looked good in a speedo and not like a total dork.

His hands pressed to his cheeks and he felt that his face was sleek and smooth, without acne or stubble or nothing.

And finally, the fact he wasn’t named Aiden. Last time he had checked, he was named Eugene Dalbert, which on the scale of cool names ranked somewhere above Dwight and below Gertrude. At least Gertrude could be shortened to Trudy, Trudy was a cool name…

Aiden shook his head. He stood up and walked to the computer desk. Was there a note or something? Or his phone?

Yes! He had a phone. He picked it up and fiddled with it, getting it unlocked thanks to his thumb print and started to skim through his IMs and DMs and PMs. Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing! He didn’t even have a Twitter app on this phone. There were just his contacts, the notepad and…

Aiden tapped the notepad. Nothing. He tapped contacts.

There we go!

Step-Mom

Step-Sister

And that was it.

“…I have two brothers,” Aiden whispered. “What the fuck is going on?”

He turned on the phone camera and yelped as he saw that not only did he look completely different – but he had purple eyes. Aiden closed his eyes, closed the phone off, then set it down. He put his hands over his face. “Okay, Eugene, you’re…” He slid his hands away from his face and frowned. “Eugene.”

For some reason, it felt wrong to call him that. Even that was his name. Aiden sighed. “Fuck. Aiden. Fine. It’s…a sexier name for this…dream? Are you dreaming?” Aiden walked over to the bed, sat down on it, and froze as he saw that he could see right into another bedroom through the window – the bedroom of the apartment in the apartment block right next to his apartment block. In that bedroom stood a girl…a very pretty girl. She was slender and athletic, with a cute taut belly and lithe arms that were, currently, lifted above her head as she stretched in her nightie, which dangled around her hips. Her skin was dusky brown and her hair was short, dark, and a bit bed-head-ey. He could see the hard points of her eager nipples against the silky texture of her outfit, and Aiden opened his mouth to…to say something, but he had no idea what it was.

The girl, unaware that he was watching, took hold of her nightie and whisked it up and above her head, turning her back artvin escort to him – meaning that he only got an outstanding view of the tightest ass he had ever seen in his life.

Aiden grabbed the curtains and swept them shut with a rattling clack, his cock achingly hard against his speedo. “H-Holy shit,” he whispered, softly. Then he noticed how far his cock was getting beyond the edge of his speedo – hardening more and more by the instant as he went from thinking he was average to realizing he was anything but now. His cocktip throbbed against his belly button as his member was trapped against his belly by his speedo and Aiden blushed, hard, as he sat on the bed.

“I think this might be a good dream,” he whispered. It felt so real, though. He glanced at the window, peeking through the curtains, and caught a sliver of of the gorgeous…he wanted to say she was a Latina, but he was honestly not sure…skimming on a small set of panties and then sweeping on a purple plaid skirt. He jerked back before she noticed him – and then tugged his speedo forward to free his cock. It bounced, then throbbed in the air before him, jutting out away from his hips.

The urge to slide his hand along his perfect belly muscles, and then close his palm around the base of his throbbing cock was so intensely overpowering that Aiden only jerked his hand away from himself when his fingers grazed the edge of his cock. He bit his lip to keep from moaning huskily. Inside of him were two wolves – and both of them wanted him to jerk off until he could barely walk. But Aiden didn’t know if this was a dream or…something else…and…

“Fuck it,” he whispered. He dropped to his knees on the bed, the mattress squeaking as his hand began to pump his cock. He opened the curtain with a single finger, panting – guilt only adding delicious thrilling spice to this. He peered through at the Latina girl, who was still shirtless, holding up a bra, looking as if she was deeply considering her options. This meant his eyes were able to devour the sight of her perky, perfect, modest breasts. He wanted to suck on them so badly…

Aiden groaned, his cock throbbing his hand as he pumped faster and faster. His hips began to buck as he grunted softly, pleasure swelling and bursting behind his eyes as his balls tightened and he shuddered and-

“Aiden?”

He yelped and released his cock, which felt so achingly close to release that he swore he was about to cum right then and there. He spun around and grabbed his blankets, holding them close to his body to try and hide what he had been doing. Then…all thoughts of jerking off, of orgasm, of dreams and dream logic, exploded out of Aiden’s head like he had just been shot with a shotgun. Because standing in the door to his room, looking as flustered and shocked as he felt…

Was a purple girl.

A girl. Who was purple. A purple skinned member of the species homo sapiens who was purple. Homo Purpura Sapiens. Grape colored girlfriend. Purple.

“Imsosorry!” she squeaked, then jerked back and slammed the door, hard. She had been wearing glasses and a uniform – purple plaid skirts, white blouse, and black blazer. Aiden’s cheeks burned and he mouthed the words ‘what the absolute fuck’ as his cock softened and his balls turned (figuratively) blue.

When he had found his own school uniform – purple pants, white shirt, dark black blazer – and had gotten them on, he also found his wallet, which claimed that he was Aiden Shine. His eyes were amethyst, his birthday was 1/1/-18 and he had three different credit cards, all of them labeled in some different variation of something called Dimensional Bank. He also had a condom that was sized for an eighteen inch dick. He hadn’t measured, but he wasn’t surprised. When he stepped to the door and opened it, then peeked out, he saw no sign of the purple girl. He started past her bedroom – and saw it was just stuffed with books and papers and more books in various states of being opened and read.

Aiden walked past a shower and bathroom, then past a room clearly set aside for gaming and entertainment, then came to a flight of stairs. He started doing some mental math on how much a penthouse apartment with two stories like this would cost and ball-parked it somewhere in the order of fifty gajillion bazillion million dollars. As he meditated on that figure, he stopped at the bottom of the stairs and saw that his purple step sister was sitting at the breakfast table, with waffles and syrup and bacon and thick delicious runny eggs done to perfection…across from a gorgeous, MILFy looking woman who was, no shit, honest to gods actual gray skin with multicolored purple and white hair – done in a kind of stripey pattern.

Said MILF was reading a newspaper which said DIMENSION TIMES. The headlining story was: New Dimension Exists – Everything Fine, Claims Caretakers of the Multiverse.

Aiden mouthed the words ‘what the absolute bodrum escort fuck’ to himself, while the purple girl and the gray skinned woman looked up at him. His brain processed and he realized that he was just gaping at them like a gormless idiot. “Good morning Aiden,” the MILFy one said, cheerfully. “Did you sleep well?”

“Well…enough…” Aiden said, stepping down to the kitchen table. There was a delicious meal he could only describe as Ghibli esque laid out before it – thick chunks of bacon, runny eggs, huge waffles, real honest to god actual Canadian maple syrup contained in glass jars, and huge cups of lemonade. He realized, suddenly, that he was starving. He sat down and started to heap up his plate.

“So, any good news, Mom?” the purple girl asked.

“Well, the dimension exists, so that’s nice,” her mom said, grinning. “I mean, it might have been fun to be a formless pit of chaos swirling above an infinite pit of demons, but that might have only been thrilling and exciting for a few seconds.”

“Y-Yeah. Thrilling.” Purple Girl looked concerned.

“I wonder if there’s a place to climb rocks,” her mom said, flipping through the newspaper.

“Mom…”

“Or a bungee jump!” The newspapers rustled. “Or a gladiatorial arena!”

‘

“Mom! No!”

Aiden, who had half a waffle and two sticks of butter in his mouth, chewed slowly. Then he choked. Purple skin. Nerdy tones. Glasses. Mom who was happy to throw herself into danger for the slightest bit of adventurous fun. His brain, toxified by years of marinating on the most boring and insipid parts of the internet, had finally awoken ancient memories. Memes and images and, yes, an alarming amount of pornography from a time just before his, carried by the wizened elders of his internet space (I.E, thirty year olds.) They all were pointing too…

“Yhhru Twihhuhh Sphhle!” He said, mouth full of waffle, thrusting a now syrup dripping fork directly at the purple girl.

“What? No,” she said. “I’m Evening Glitter.”

Aiden choked on his waffle. He swallowed. Coughed. “What? No, you’re T-“

The doorbell rang. Five. Six. Seven times. No, eight. No…it was still ringing. Aiden looked over at the door, frowning as the ringing stopped. Then it rang five more times. “Fine, I’ll get this,” he said, holding up his hand as he hurried over to the door. He opened it to find himself looking directly at a very cute looking brunette girl. She was shorter than he was by about a head and dressed in the same schoolgirl outfit that his very purple apparently adoptive sister.

“…do…I kno-“

“Duuuuuuuude! Ix-nay on acty name real say,” the girl hissed.

“What? That’s not pig Latin!”

She shot him a glare, pointed her fingers at her eyes, then at him, then back to her eyes. Then she held up her fingers into a V and thrust her tongue through it with a suggestive licking gesture. Then she was off, walking down the corridor of the apartment building, humming as she bounced from side to side.

Something about her voice had been very familiar. His brow furrowed. Aiden lifted his finger, opened his mouth, then reconsidered what he had been about to say as too absolutely silly ass. Then he remembered everything he had seen today. So he shrugged and called down the corridor: “Yo! Kyu!”

The girl turned back and threw up her hands, in frustration. She came jogging back. “Duuuude!” she hissed. “Do you want us to all get sued here? My name is Kyute.”

“Kyute,” Aiden said slowly.

She grinned and winked. “Dang straight, dude. Now, just, play it chill, play it cool, I’ll explain it all at school, when we have some privacy.” She shot a glare past him. Aiden turned and saw his adoptive sister standing there, frowning and crossing her arms over her chest.

“Kyute,” she said.

“Eve,” Kyute said right back.

“Being mildly racist today, or just skeevy?” Eve asked.

“What’s skeevy about thinking Asian chicks are bangin’, Princess?” Kyute asked, huffing.

“I don’t know, Orientalism!?”

“More like orient in my jism,” Kyute said, waggling her eyebrows.

Eve gagged. “Ugh! God, get outta here! Don’t talk to my brother!” she slammed the door in Kyute’s face while Kyute was still waggling her eyebrows.

“Yeah, that’s Kyu…te…all right,” Aiden whispered. “Do you know she’s a Love Fairie?”

“Do I-” Eve blinked at him behind her glasses. “Of course I know she’s a Love Fairie! She’s not really that good at hiding it.” She sighed, then slumped against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest. She frowned, then humphed as her bangs fell before her eyes – blowing them out of the way. “But she’s not, like, actively evil. Just annoying. And kinda gross sometimes. So, I can’t really justify…doing anything more than sniping at her.”

Aiden nodded, slowly. Like this all made sense. “Tw…er…Eve. Evie-“

“No, Eve,” she said. “Evie O’Mally goes with me to history class.”

Aiden choked. His hand went to his throat and his eyes bugged. Mental images of Rachel Wiesel exploded in his brain like fireworks. His hands went to his face and he tried to get his breathing under control. “Eve, this is going to sound insane, but I have no idea what is going on, why I’m here, where here is-“

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Author’s Note: Apologies, as this seems to be getting more delayed every time. On the bright side, this is longer than the previous chapters, and takes the story to about the half-way point. So, it will get done, even if it takes a while!

*****

“So,” said Helen, having gathered them all at the office, “let’s try to go through this chronologically. What do we think actually happened here?”

“I guess it starts with the alien sphere landing on that waste ground in Kent,” began Rebecca, feeling almost guilty for stating the obvious, “a dog-walker comes across it, picks it up and takes it home. Somehow it makes him very ill, and he collapses.”

“From what we have on his medical condition,” added Nalini, “it looks as if something in the sphere was attempting to gain control over him, trying to see how his nervous system worked.”

“Basically computer hacking,” suggested Brandon, “only with organic brains.”

“No idea how it actually does that,” pointed out Rebecca, “but it seems to fit the picture. So, I don’t know, maybe it’s learned enough from that first failure, or maybe it just tries something different. But, next thing we know, it’s making everyone within a few hundred yards go sex-mad.”

“During which,” said Richard, “a couple, Emma and Denzel, start acting strangely. Without bothering to pick up the sphere, they take the train into London, where Denzel turns up that evening at a University.”

“Does he have any connection with the place?” asked Helen.

“Not that we’ve been able to find, but it’s early days. He obviously gate-crashed the student bar somehow, since he’s not actually a member.”

“But Emma was,” said Brendan, “at least until recently. She might still have had her NUS card. It would have expired, but maybe somebody didn’t check properly.”

“She studied at Queen Mary?”

“No, Greenwich. But there might be some connection there. At least they’re reasonably close.”

“Hmm… Greenwich isn’t part of London University is it?”

“No,” said Rebecca, “but it’s plausible that she knew somebody who went there. Or at least knew something about it that we haven’t figured out yet.”

“Well, let’s leave that aside for the moment. What do we think happened next?”

Richard picked up the story. “So, shortly after Denzel turns up at the bar – still acting strangely, by all accounts – a huge fight starts up.”

“We’re thinking it’s something like the sex drive effect, only a different emotion,” explained Rebecca.

“Whatever this is,” said Nalini, “whether it’s a transmissible disease, or something that’s more deliberate, it seems to affect the autonomic nervous system, at least in part. So it affects hormone levels, creates surges of adrenaline, and so forth. But it’s also affecting the brain, maybe creating delusions of some kind, making the victim lose grasp of reality.”

“Which would explain the violence, but not so much the sex,” argued Rebecca, “that just seems to be an emotional surge. Hormones, yes, but not delusions. I can’t shake the feeling that there’s a plan of some kind here, not just some illness being randomly spread. Most people affected by it are fine after a couple of hours, so far as we can tell. With a couple of exceptions, obviously.”

“Speaking of which,” said Richard, “the fight leads to the police being called, and the building is eventually cleared. That’s when it gets strange… stranger, I should say. Everyone thinks that Denzel has left the building, but he hasn’t; he’s hiding in there somewhere. And, at some point, something… our flying robot thing… crashes through the skylight, fires off a shot that hits the bar, then gets itself trapped in a store cupboard with Denzel.”

“He was probably trying to run from it,” said Kate, “but didn’t close the door quickly enough.”

“It seems the most reasonable explanation,” agreed Richard, “but however it happened, the thing kills him, and the police, having no particular reason to search the place, don’t find him before we do.”

“Yeah, and while all this is going on,” said Curtis, in his American drawl, and casually leaning up against the wall, “his girlfriend is across the way in a different building, spying on the students, or something.”

“Where she gets found the following morning,” continued Richard “lying out cold in the corridor. Somebody calls an ambulance, and, luckily Curtis and I get there in time to pick her up.”

“What do we know about her condition? Nalini?”

“There’s no proper diagnosis yet, they’re still checking her out. But, from the preliminary indications, it’s nothing like the first man. Whatever happened to her was much milder, but until we have more information, there’s no way to know how long it will last.”

“And nothing odd happened at this student residence building?”

“Nobody’s reported anything. Other than her being there, obviously. We’ve checked the rooms she was closest to when she collapsed, but it seems that none of them was in at the time. But there’s dozens of students in the building; it’ll aksaray escort take a while to question them all. But maybe somebody saw something.”

“Carry on with that, as soon as you can. Take Kate with you, after this meeting. But, otherwise, do we think it’s all over?”

“I don’t,” said Rebecca, “I know that everyone involved is either in custody or dead, but I can’t help but feel that there was some plan here, and, at the very least, I’d like to know what that was. Where did that drone thing come from, and what did it want? Are there more of them? And what were Denzel and Emma doing anyway? After the obvious, I mean. Those don’t seem like random movements to me.”

“Is that drone alien tech?” asked Curtis, sounding hopeful, “because we’ve got facilities at…”

“That drone is currently the property of Her Majesty’s government,” said Helen sternly, “if DARPA or Area 51, or whoever else you’ve got, wants to take a look at it, they can ask through the regular channels. Until then, it’s ours, and no, you don’t get a ticket to waltz into Porton Down without proper clearance. Which, by the way, is over a hundred miles away, so it’s a bit out of your way to visit on spec.”

“Jeez… I was just…”

“Proper. Channels.”

Curtis held his hands up in mock surrender, “all right, I get it.”

Rebecca couldn’t help but think that he seemed less upset than his words suggested. It was almost as if he was sparring with Helen, seeing how far he could push her, and rather enjoying the game. For all she knew, he had a secret thing about masterful women.

***

The building opposite the University entrance was a typical student residence, with groups of individual rooms clustered around small kitchens. Emma had been found, lying unconscious, in one of the kitchens, out of sight of the corridor, but in easy reach of four of the rooms. It wasn’t clear how she’d got in, nor was it obvious what she’d been doing there, with nothing having been tampered with, and nothing suspicious on her person.

“Where do we start?” asked Kate.

“Move outwards from here, and see who is here that wasn’t this morning. We want to know if anyone saw Emma, or anything else suspicious. But, before we do any of that,” Richard brandished a pass key he had obtained from building security, “we make sure that there’s nothing nasty waiting for us in this room.”

He indicated the only one of the four bedrooms whose occupant they had yet to locate. One of the others had been away the previous night, and they’d already spoken to the other two, including the one who had found Emma. Neither had seen anything else suspicious, but they hadn’t got in until really late, and had gone straight to bed – which meant that Emma could perfectly well have been there for the whole night without anyone noticing.

But the door to the fourth room, belonging to somebody named Marcus, remained locked. There might be a perfectly innocent reason why he wasn’t in… but then again, there might not. Kate surreptitiously put her hand on the butt of her pistol as Richard moved to the door. She didn’t want to be surprised by a killer drone again.

The door swung open, Richard looking as tense as the army officer felt. Nothing happened; the room was empty.

Kate exhaled, and followed Richard into the room. It looked like any other student room anywhere, except, perhaps that it had a mini-fridge next to the desk. She hadn’t had a fridge in her room at University. Lucky sod.

More significantly, though, it looked as if somebody had gone through the room. The door to the wardrobe was ajar, and some of the drawers in the desk left open, books lying strewn across, not just the desk, but also the floor, as if someone had riffled through the bookshelf, tossing aside whatever they weren’t interested in. The bed was unmade, unusually rumpled, perhaps, even by the standards of students.

“These mean nothing to me,” commented Richard, glancing over the books and written notes on the desk, and getting his phone out to take shots of the scene, “you?”

“I don’t know anything about astronomy,” Kate confessed, “it’s all way over my head. But an interest in space… it might not be a coincidence?”

“Maybe not, although I don’t see what our target would get from a student that they couldn’t get more easily from somewhere else. His professors, for instance.”

There was the sound of movement out in the corridor. Kate pulled her jacket round to conceal her gun again, and glanced out. A student was heading up the stairs at the end of the corridor, looking curiously in their direction.

“Excuse me,” she called out, “we’re with the police.” Richard had his warrant card, should the student chose to ask for proof. “It’s about the incident across the way last night. We’re just checking to see if anyone noticed anything odd in this building at the time.”

“Here? Why?”

“We can’t tell you that, I’m afraid,” said Richard, joining her, “operational concerns. Did you see anything?”

“No, amasya escort sorry. I saw some of the disturbance, but I’ve already told the police everything I know.”

“The student who uses this room, Marcus Freeman, have you seen him?”

“Not since last night, no.”

“Where was he last night?”

“Oh, I just mean that I saw him coming in. He had a girl with him… I don’t know her name, but I’m pretty sure she’s a student. They looked pretty close. Funny, I thought he had a thing for… uh, what was her name? Melissa. But I guess he got over her.”

At that moment, both of their phones buzzed. As Richard silenced his, and went out into the corridor to question the student some more, Kate glanced at the text message that had just arrived from Helen.

Emma, it seemed, had woken up, and was ready to talk.

***

Emma had woken up from a strange dream, a nightmare that somehow remained stuck in her mind more than her dreams normally did. She was in a hospital, but had no recollection as to how she had got there. Had something happened… something in the nightmare, perhaps? She wasn’t sure, and didn’t want to face the memories of that dream again, so she did her best to push them to back of her mind, to try and think of something else.

But it was difficult; she felt faint, weak, and deeply, deeply confused. The doctors had shown two people in to see her, to ask her some questions. But she didn’t know anything; only the dream, and that didn’t make sense. Both the strangers wore visitor’s badges on lanyards, so they weren’t from the hospital. She had been told she should speak to them, though, and everyone made it sound important, so she supposed that she ought to.

One of the strangers was a petite Asian woman with shoulder-length hair, slim and dressed professionally with a black pullover, a white blouse and smart-looking trousers. Her dark eyes were filled with concern, and Emma thought that she might be a doctor. But perhaps she was only thinking that because she was currently in a hospital. Although who else would want to speak to her, apart from a doctor?

She must have fainted, or something, and they wanted to make sure she was all right. They’d called in specialists, perhaps, from another hospital. Yes, that was probably it.

Except that the other woman didn’t look like a doctor. She was a tall, lanky brunette with a pony-tail and glasses. She had a T-shirt on, under a jacket, with a slogan on it that said something about science. And she was wearing jeans. She didn’t think that doctors wore jeans. Not while they were at work anyway.

The tall woman looked more like an IT worker, Emma decided. She didn’t know why an IT worker wanted to talk to her. That didn’t make sense. None of this made sense.

“What happened to me?” she asked, and was suddenly embarrassed at how plaintive she sounded, “no one will tell me.”

“What’s the last thing you remember?” asked the probably-a-doctor. Perhaps she should have asked their names.

“I was in a kitchen… I think. It’s hazy. I don’t remember it very well. I’m not sure if… I might have dreamt it. I don’t know.”

“Perhaps we should move back a little earlier.” The doctor’s voice was gentle, coaxing, yet reassuring. Perhaps these people could help her. “What’s the last thing you do clearly remember?”

“I was going to my brother’s flat.” Yes, that part was clear. That wasn’t part of the dream, she was sure of it. Everything had seemed normal then. “I had bumped into Liam’s – that’s my brother – Liam’s flat mate. Denzel. And we both went to his flat. Denzel was upset because there was a problem with his train, and he had been supposed to be somewhere else.”

The doctor nodded. It seemed that she already knew some of this. Perhaps they had spoken to Liam. “What happened when you got to the flat?”

An image flashed into her mind. She was looking over Denzel’s shoulder, seeing her brother, stark naked, standing in front of the sofa, hands over his crotch. Denzel’s girlfriend, Lucy Okoko, was standing next to Liam, equally naked, eyes wide with fear, desperately trying to cover herself.

“I…” she felt herself blushing, and realised, abstractedly, that she didn’t seem to have any physical illness or obvious impairments. It was just the dream that had been confusing her, because she couldn’t understand what had happened.

“We…” she began again. She didn’t want to tell them about Liam and Lucy, not exactly. That part still felt like it had been real. It wasn’t part of the dream. “Denzel got into an argument with Liam,” she said, eventually, “he and Denzel’s girlfriend had been… kissing, and we caught them.”

“I see. And then what happened?”

She remembered making that sudden offer. It was so out-of-character. Had that been part of the dream, then? No, she distinctly remembered taking Denzel’s shirt off, admiring his trim and athletic physique, the smooth darkness of his skin against her hands. She’d always thought he looked good; not that antalya escort she’d really had a crush on him, but he’d been somebody she’d noticed, had maybe even wondered about once or twice.

She remembered standing with her back to Denzel, watching Liam sitting down, Lucy in his lap, his hands on the brown globes of her buttocks. Emma had been topless, Denzel’s hands stroking her nipples. She had been wet by then, she recalled, more so than she had been for ages. It was if a sudden obsession had come across her, a previous mild attraction having blossomed into a raging sexual desire.

She remembered crouching on all fours on the carpet. Liam was still in front of her, balls bobbing as he slid in and out of Lucy. But more than that, she remembered Denzel gripping her hips as he vigorously took her from behind, flesh slapping loudly as he drove into her again and again. It had felt fantastic, unearthly. And, yes, this was still part of reality, she felt sure of it. This had really happened, and it had been… it had been…

“We understand from your brother,” said the doctor, clearing her throat, as Emma realised that she had lapsed into silence, “that you had sex. Don’t worry about that.”

“Yeah,” said IT-woman, “we really don’t need the details. It’s what happened after that we need to clear up. Did something happen then? Immediately after?”

“I’m not really sure…”

“Tell us what you can,” said the doctor, “even if it sounds crazy. In order to help you, we need to understand what you remember.”

“I only remember a dream… at least, I think… it must have been a dream. It doesn’t make sense.” She was aware that she was sounding plaintive again. Her body might be fine, but her mind was still in a state of what… shock? Everything seemed fuzzy, unreal, especially when she took her mind back to what had happened after she had left the flat.

“What happened in the dream? It might help us piece this together, even if it seems absurd.”

“Okay… I’ll try.” She took a deep breath, and forced her mind back to what had happened. She didn’t want to revisit it, but the two women seemed so serious, and she sensed that they really did want to help.

“In the dream, it was if I couldn’t control my own body,” she began, “as if something else was in charge, making me walk about, go places, say things. And it was mixed up with old memories, popping up into my mind as if from nowhere. But I didn’t visit the memories in the dream, I only remember having them. The scary part was that I was just watching myself do things that I couldn’t explain. As if my body wasn’t my own.”

“Like an out-of-body experience?” asked pony-tail-and-glasses, “you were floating outside and seeing yourself walk about?”

“No, not really. It felt as if I was in my body, but not… not in the driving seat. It was just a dream, though, wasn’t it?”

“You may have been in a fugue state,” said Asian doctor soothingly, “you seem to have recovered now, and it’s a natural phenomenon, nothing to be worried about, although I can understand that it was very frightening at the time. But what you saw while you were in this state could still be useful to us. What did you do after leaving the flat?”

Emma nodded. That sound reassuring. A natural condition, something that could be understood with rational medicine. There would probably be a treatment to make sure it didn’t come back. She felt better about continuing with her story now, even if, in the back of her mind, she wondered how honest the doctor sounded.

“I remember catching a train into London, and then taking the Tube. We went into a building, a University students’ union bar.”

“We? Denzel was still with you at this point?”

“Oh, yes, it was controlling him, too.”

That seemed to surprise them.

“It?” asked pony-tail, “in the dream it was the same thing controlling both of you?”

“Yes…” she said, slowly, trying to make sense of her memories. Now that she thought about it, that was odd. But it had seemed perfectly natural at the time. But then, dreams often didn’t make sense, did they? “Yes, in the dream, there was one thing controlling both of us. Just one… I don’t know. I didn’t dream what it was, just what it was doing.”

“Please continue. You went to the University?”

“Yes, we were looking for somebody. Someone I met when I was a student at Greenwich last year. Marcus Freeman, he was studying astronomy back then, and went on to study for a Master’s. So, in the dream, we went to meet him at his new place.”

“Do you remember why?”

“No, it wasn’t that sort of dream. Things just happened, there didn’t seem to be much of a reason. But dreams are like that, sometimes. Why?”

“Just curious. Did you find him?”

“Denzel drank some beer. To fit in, I think. But it made things strange. I remember feeling tipsy, even though I hadn’t drunk anything. And then everything went crazy, people around us started acting odd, and I think… I think there might have been a fight. But I left then, following Marcus and a woman I didn’t know. I think Denzel stayed behind, because he wasn’t in the dream after that. I remember feeling… no, I remember it, the thing moving my body, not liking the alcohol, getting everything muddled up. But I still couldn’t control what I did, and it soon passed.”

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Trigger Warning

Those who lost relatives in the Holocaust may find it upsetting.

Summary Of The Story

This is a fantasy which involves going back to the time when Hitler (who was responsible for the worst crime in history) was alive. I have used only Historical Facts to which Professor Marcus and the students react. Their reactions are therefore speculations about Historical Facts or technically “historian created second order facts”.

In this story the quest is for Historical Facts about Hitler.

Historical Facts

I have used only factual incidents about the Berlin Airlift, a possible third World War, Hitler signing the order for T4 (a copy is in Wikipedia), the massacre of disabled people and its development, Churchill wanting America to use the remaining 2 nuclear bombs on Russia and Truman sending planes to Britain.

The incident involving Ernst Hanfstaengl’s wife is attested to in “Hitler’s Piano Player”.

The story mentions Holocaust deniers. Let me state that the Holocaust is an undeniable Historical Fact. The same applies to Stalin’s Holomodor (literally “death by starving”) of the Ukrainian peasantry.

In my opinion, Holocaust and Holomodor denial ought to be a criminal offences.

The Background To The Time Travel

We post graduates were studying in Harvard under the world renowned Professor Marcus Whitehead. He made his name returning to the “Great Man” theory of history. Marcus poured scorn on the sociological study of history, which had ruled the roost for 3 decades. He took no prisoners in academic debates. On CBS he won over viewers with his colourful bon mots. He maintained “To understand WW2 and much of the modern day we need to know the psychology of the 4 big egos. The 4 egos being Hitler, Churchill, Stalin and Roosevelt.

Truman Is Not A Great Ego

The President who followed Roosevelt as an Allied war leader was not a great ego, according to Professor Marcus. The Professor said “The organ grinder backed the nuclear bomb. His monkey merely said to use it.”

This view of Truman meant he was headline news, for many feel he was too dismissive of Truman’s war winning, and war stopping, ways.

The Berlin Airlift

The Professor said “The 33rd President broke Europe and it still isn’t fixed.”

Trumanite supporters say that Truman stopped a Third World War and therefore saved Europe. This drew attention to “The Berlin Airlift”. In 1948 Soviet forces blocked all major road, rail, and canal links to West Berlin, thus starving it of electricity, as well as a steady supply of essential food and coal. The Allies and Stalin had control of different parts of Berlin. Stalin wanted to take over the whole city. Stalin was able to blockade Berlin because he had written agreements with the Allies that enabled him to do it.

Stopping World War Three

One of the Generals wanted to break the blockade by driving to the blockaded city. He said “If the Soviets fire on us we will fire back.” This could easily have meant a hot war instead of the Cold War that dominated post WW2 and still continues.

Trumanites pointed out that Truman had few options if hostilities broke out. The Red Army stationed in and around Berlin dwarfed the Allies by a substantial margin. Yet the Americans couldn’t lose Berlin. It was a symbol of the American intent for a peaceful democratic Europe.

They draw attention to the fact that Truman told the General “It is I, as President, who decides foreign policy and not you.”

How To Aid Blockaded Berlin?

This meant that Berlin must be provisioned. Luckily the Allied agreement with Stalin allowed air corridors. This allowed for an unarmed humanitarian mission. If the Soviets opposed the airlift with force, it would be an act of aggression and a violation of the written agreement. The onus of igniting a conflict between the former allies would be on the aggressor. Had a military convoy driven along Soviet controlled roads then America would be the aggressor, breaching a freely agreed treaty.

Trumanites point out that he also sent to the UK B-29 bombers, which were capable of carrying nuclear weapons. They say that Truman was prepared to go nuclear against Russia but wanted peace where possible. They also point out that the Allies counter-blockaded eastern Germany.

In September 1948, the German Communist Party marched on the Berlin City Council and forced it to adjourn. 300,000 West Berliners gathered at the Reichstag to show their opposition to a much feared Soviet domination. The turnout convinced the West to keep up the airlift.

At the height of the campaign, one plane landed every 45 seconds at Tempelhof Airport. By spring 1949, the Western Allies showed that they could sustain the operation indefinitely. On May 11, 1949, Moscow lifted the blockade of West Berlin.

It also transformed Berlin into a symbol of democracy and freedom in the fight against Communism. A theme taken up by President Reagan with his famous address at the Brandenburg Gate in 1987…

“As afyon escort long as this scar of a wall is permitted to stand, it is not the German question alone that remains open, but the question of freedom for all mankind. General Secretary Gorbachev, if you seek peace, if you seek prosperity for the Soviet Union and Eastern Europe, if you seek liberalisation, come here to this gate.

Mr. Gorbachev, open this gate!

Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall!”

According to his supporters, Truman’s Berlin Airlift is not only the greatest airlift in history but the greatest humanitarian effort in Europe. For Truman supporters, their hero saved many millions.

Why Not Go Nuclear?

Professor Marcus concedes that the humanitarian Airlift was a considerable logistical achievement. The quantity of food, and other necessities, that were delivered to beleaguered Berlin is staggering. It also showed the world that the Armed Forces can have a significant role in peacetime.

But the Professor sides with the General. He says that Churchill wanted to use the remaining 2 nuclear bombs against Russia. Stalin knew their power from the other 2 being used in Japan. Would Stalin have gambled on Moscow being flattened with St Petersburg next in line? Would ill provisioned Soviet troops around Berlin really fight so far from home if it meant St Petersburg being left in ruins? Would communist troops win when resupply was in the Western Allies favour?

In Professor Marcus’s opinion the Western Allies could have got the free Poland that was the cause of WW2 by using Stalin’s attack on a military relief convoy as a reason to declare war. In his view, the peace lovers consigned millions to subjugation. He further notes that Truman in a post Airlift audio Truman “considered many things including the destruction of many cities” but never explicitly considered ending Stalin’s rule by force of arms. He knew all about Stalin and like a weak man he ducked the issue. Had Churchill been the President then there would have been no Cold War. There would have been no Moscow either and perhaps no St Petersburg.

Even the Professor had to concede that Truman’s implementation of the Marshall Plan was well conceived and had helped Europe.

The Object Of Historical Research

As I wrote before, history was dominated by sociological research. Marcus’s classic put down for the sociological historians was “Looking at the masses is to miss the main target for historical research, Without Hitler Germany would have been a minor player in Europe. Without Churchill Britain would have made a pact with Germany, Without Stalin Russia would have lost out to Germany and if Roosevelt hadn’t helped Britain and Russia then Germany would have defeated both Britain and Russia. If Hitler controlled Europe then America would have had to sue for peace.

Did Versailles Cause WW2?

Professor Marcus told us assembled post graduates “WW2 was not caused by the treaties imposed on Germany.”

He paused and indicated one of the post grads. He said “George here has done wonderful work on his contention that weak leaders made bad post WW1 treaties.”

George smiled as Marcus was sparing in praise.

The Professor continued “While this is true it doesn’t mean their attempts caused a follow up war.

WW2 wasn’t caused by an economic cycle, though Hitler handled economic matters well. WW2 was solely due to Hitler’s psychological make up. No Hitler, No WW2 and no Holocaust.”

Professor Marcus lectured world wide. He took on most of the famous historians who he claimed were “too influenced by sloppy, socialist dogma. They watch Battleship Potemkin and think they know all about Russian history. They don’t know shit.”

As we listened intently he said “There are many spurious claims made about Hitler’s psychology. Don’t be taken in by the claims that Hitler was a pedo. That is just propaganda for book sales. They claim that Hitler was “that weird dude who is 35 yet hits on 17 year olds”.

Not even the sociological pedants give this view any credence. But the book that made this claim has sold worldwide.

Remember that the age of consent was 14 in both Austria and Germany. And even if he was, you still have to prove his sexuality influenced his expansionist philosophy. He was also almost a teetotaller but that didn’t influence his antisemitism.”

You can make a case that Hitler’s green credentials helped to start the war. And indeed that is what Uri is investigating for his doctoral theses.”

Uri took a bow. Professor Marcus paused to take a sip of his gin and tonic. That was his signature drink. He let us into a secret “It was a very small gin and is mostly tonic. It is my tribute to Churchill who drank watered down whiskeys.”

Andrea said “And whole bottles of the finest champagne. You can still buy his favoured brand, if you are a rich Professor at Harvard.”

Professor Marcus retorted “I only drink the low alcohol champagne. My capacity for alcohol aydın escort is substantially less than Churchill’s. So too is my capacity for work much less than Churchill’s. I also doubt I will get a Nobel Prize, but I live in hope.”

The Professor was a great fan of the Great Man. He would hear no wrong said about Winston Spencer. He made mincemeat out of leftists who claim “Churchill was a racist” as if to say “Winston was as bad as Hitler”.

Think Before You Open Your Mouth

I said “Stalin drank water but pretended that it was neat vodka so he could see what the others did when drunk.”

I knew that I had made a fool of myself by making a non sequitur. The Professor had enough of our historical alcohol observations.

The Basis Of Modern International Law

The Professor was never one to stick to a single subject. He strayed off to a tangent on Churchill and Stalin. He said “And don’t forget that Churchill stormed out of a formal dinner when Stalin suggested that the top 50,000 Nazis should be executed. Stalin realised that he had gone too far. He said it was a joke. Or rather, Stalin lied that it was a joke.

And in Churchill’s rejection of Stalin’s collective punishment we see the start of the Nuremberg trials. Because of Churchill people were tried not because of their membership of the Nazi party but on evidence of criminal behaviour. The most criminal people were executed, those of less criminality were given prison sentences and some were found Not Guilty.

The whole post WW2 de-Nazification process was because of Churchill’s response to Stalin’s joke.”

The Professor asked rhetorically “And what response did the Americans take? They said to Stalin that the Allies should only execute 49,999 Nazis. Not their finest hour”

Back To Hitler

Changing tack he asked us “The allegation was that Hitler was a pedo with its applied assumption that this affected his judgement. As historians we need to examine the evidence. We need to see what evidence is advanced. We also need to challenge the assumption that his sexuality contributed to WW2.

Who was Hitler’s first known lover? Before you shout out the wrong answer it wasn’t Geli Raubal, his 17-year-old half niece. She was weak and he controlled her. He controlled Geli so much that she shot herself. It was the 16-year-old shopgirl Maria Reiter. Hitler wanted to marry her, she alleges. But there is no indication that this relationship, even if it existed as Maria claims it did. And historians must always question the evidence.

There is no evidence that Hitler had “a psychiatric disorder in which he had sexual fantasies yet alone engaged in sexual acts with a prepubescent child. If you find any evidence then prostitute your profession and write a world wide best seller.”

Ifs, Buts and Maybes Of History

In a speculation the Professor said “We also know that Hitler wanted to marry his confidant Ernst Hanfstaengl’s wife. Unwittingly Mrs Hanfstaengl helped bring about WW2. Hitler’s attempt to take over Germany by military means had failed. Many of the other traitors were shot and Hitler fled to the Hanfstaengl house. He wanted to end his own life but she persuaded him not to.

Luckily Hitler never listened to Ernst’s advice about the American ability. It is feasible that Hitler might not have declared war on America had he taken notice of Ernst’s advice.”

Time Travel And Killing Hitler

As an undergraduate you would accept what a Professor said, unless you knew something to be a wrongly cited fact. Even then you need to be brave to challenge him or her. The old joke supposes that when a Professor says “Good morning” an Undergrad writes that down.

But a post-grad is expected to stand his or her ground. I asked “What would constitute sufficient evidence that Hitler’s sexual tastes influenced him starting WW2 and implementing racial aggression culminating in the Holocaust?”

The Professor said “Original documents written by reliable sources as it happened. Referring back to Maria Reiter, her evidence was only written in the 1950s. Had it been in the form of a diary then it would greatly improve its acceptability as historical evidence. What every historian creams his pants for is a document of unimpeachable nature.

First Discussion Of Time Travel

I said “Einstein thought that time travel was possible. America is at the forefront of investigating machinery capable of transporting objects back in time. They have managed to send a cardboard model back into the past. They are hopeful that they can send a mouse back”

“To Walt Disney.” the Professor said.

The class laughed. But I was determined to stick to my guns.

I said “What evidence would you need if someone went back to Hitler’s time?”

Uri interrupted and shouted out “Well, I wouldn’t want to find evidence. I’d just kill the bastard.”

Why Not Just Kill Hitler?

The Professor said “There are records of 42 attempts on his life. Who knows about the number of other ağrı escort plots. Most people think of the German communists as early anti-Nazis. But this is forgetting the fragmentary composition of the Right. Many on the right and centre supported Hitler because he pretended to want the Kaiser to return.

Arguably the best early plan to kill Hitler was by the right wing Dr. Helmut Mylius in 1935. He led the Radical Middle Class Party. He was the editor of a right-wing political and economics weekly publication. The Gestapo uncovered the plot and the conspirators were arrested.

You probably wouldn’t get near enough to Hitler if you are alone. And you would need the tightest security so that the Gestapo doesn’t catch you. Otherwise you would end up looking up at the blade of a guillotine.

And history may change by only saying “We know of 43 attempts on the life of Hitler”. You might not even make the list of known attempts on his life.

And consider the consequences of killing Hitler when Stalin wanted to take over Germany. That would make a great thought piece if you want to write some alt history crap.”

The Class Assignment

The Professor went back to the topic. He said “But we are historians, not speculators on what might have happened. We tie prior events to subsequent events.”

He raised his voice to add emphasis as he said “We tie prior events to subsequent events ONLY where there is sufficient evidence that it is causal.”

He went back to his normal volume level “You want an example. Hitler published his famous 25 points of unalterable Nazi objectives. Uri, our resident expert on Hitler, what was point 4?”

Uri replied “No Jew may be a member of the German nation.”

The professor asked Uri “And how do you interpret that?”

Uri replied “That Hitler singled out the Jews on racial grounds since they weren’t of German blood. That he would deny us the right of citizenship. That Hitler wanted we Jews to be expelled from Germany. That he had the first tool to attack us financially in the socialist demand for nationalisation and free appropriation.”

The Professor knew that Uri was a rabid anti-socialist. He often cited Hitler’s financial appropriation of Jewish property (prior to their mass physical elimination) to those who advocated “appropriation without compensation” of privately owned firms and land. Those who advocated “appropriation without compensation” or even “appropriation with minimal compensation”. To him these people were “giving Hitler a posthumous victory”. This was an argument that leftists found unanswerable.

The leftists therefore changed the topic of their debates with Uri to “Was Hitler truly a socialist.” Uri was infamous for saying he was truly a socialist and that socialism was a part of the Holocaust. It meant that he was despised by the left. There are many YouTube videos supporting Uri and those refuting him. The latter videos were more numerous by about 3 to 1.

The Professor asked Uri “Do you see anything to prove a causal link between the 25 points and the Holocaust? Is there a causal link or not?”

Uri said “It is not a causal link even if it reflected Hitler’s actual views. We can make that assumption that it was what Hitler wanted at that time. We can make that assumption since it accords with what he wrote in Mein Kampf. With that assumption the most we can say is that Hitler had an animus to Jews and cared little for their rights as human beings. He also had little time for what we now call the right to life. He demanded struggle without consideration against those who were injurious to the German citizen’s interest. That is why I say that Hitler shows a preponderance for Hitler’s regime taking action against the Jews which escalated to the Holocaust. It leaves open when Hitler actually implemented the Holocaust.”

The Professor said “That is why Uri will make an exemplary History Professor. I would trust him to discern only in what is provable should we find any new Holocaust documents. If any documents were found I would nominate Uri to find them. I would nominate him and any others of you who helped him to receive a Nobel Prize.

The Class Assignment

Uri asked the Professor “Suppose I went back to Hitler’s day and age merely to record important facts about him. What time would you choose for me to go to and what evidence would you want me to find?”

The Professor said “Good question. I am setting 2 Class assignments. Divide into 2 groups. We divided ourselves into Group A and Group B. I was in group A.

He wrote on the whiteboard “What would a modern historian do when living in Hitler’s Germany? Select one period only. Time limit 2 hours” and “Stalin following a communist takeover of 1930s Germany. Time limit is 2 hours.” He got Uri to call heads or tails. He correctly called heads and chose the former. I was therefore called on to consider the historian role.

The Professor left the room. The 10 of us began our debate. It was often heated and tempers were frayed. There were lots of internet searches. Uri wanted to be in a position to see and steal physical records of Hitler authorising and knowing about the Holocaust. He wanted modern historians to have this because Holocaust deniers say that there is no record of Hitler’s involvement in it.

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