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(Author’s Note: Many thanks for everyone reading my stories. Pt 3 of Chloe’s Introduction is on its way but this story came to me in something like fever dream after a few intense chats at Emily’s, and i felt compelled to put it into words. I hope you all enjoy it. Many thanks to PixieHoff for taking the time to review and her inspiration and encouragement!).

The Italian restaurant Sasha’s bosses had booked for them was an out-of-the-way kind of place which thrived purely on its reputation. The food was excellent, and the wine was very expensive, and Sasha’s bosses were picking up the tab for a job well done.

It was the end of the meal and people were swapping seats and mingling, chatting over drinks, and laughing at little office in-jokes. Sash joined along as best she could, being the middle manager in the department and the lynchpin between the higher-ups and her own team, but she found it difficult to concentrate because of one person in the room being constantly on her radar.

Jules Danvers was a radiant woman with short dark brown hair, the sort of person who makes you lose focus on everything else in the room. Now she was stood by the bar, talking to two of Sasha’s bosses, Brad, and Len. She was wearing a black, sleeveless dress which ended above the knee, showing off her legs nicely, and every now and then her eyes flickered in Sasha’s direction. Or at least that’s what she told herself. It might have been the wine convincing her.

One of Sasha’s team, Steve, made a ribald comment so Sash turned and pretended to chastise him, much to the amusement of her team. She had developed a good relationship with them and there was a decent atmosphere of familiarity between them, underscored by a lot of respect for the way she looked after them.

She couldn’t stop thinking about Jules though.

It had been over five years since they first met, on a work’s training course. It was at a remote location in a hotel, and they and twelve other trainees were staying there for a week. It hadn’t taken long for Jules and Sasha to hit it off, and by the last night of the course they were in bed together. Sash smiled to herself at the memory — that sounded so quaint to what really happened. She looked over at Jules, watched as she smiled, laughed heartily at some silly comment.

“Excuse me guys, I’m just popping out…for some fresh air”, Sasha said, standing and going to the cigarette machine, using her bank card to get a small pack.

She pulled on her leather coat and went outside, and round the corner, out of the sight of the large picture window at the front of the restaurant. Standing at the mouth of an alleyway, she lit a cigarette and took a long slow drag.

Jules and Sasha had enjoyed a very hot relationship- surface of the Sun hot. Jules was submissive, Sasha liked to be in control and the pair meshed together perfectly. But one day, she just…. left. Jules got a promotion which meant moving to another city, and then the pandemic hit, and both got used to the other not being around. It had been three years since Sasha had set eyes on Jules. Sasha had many relationships, one or two even managed to make her stop comparing to Jules, but they never lasted. When she saw a company-wide email congratulating Jules on her wedding, Sasha suddenly realised that somewhere in the back of her mind she’d been waiting for Jules to come running back to her. How foolish she felt, then. What a fool she’d been, she thought bitterly.

So here she was, now, a director no less, come to oversee the start-up of a new partnership. Something Sasha and her team had been heavily involved in, putting in long hours to see it through, but Jules had not said a word to her except when in the company of others, keeping away from her office and in the orbit of her bosses.

Sasha exhaled a thin plume of smoke. To hell with her, she thought. If she meant nothing to Jules, then she could feel the same way.

Except she couldn’t, could she.

“Got a spare?”

Sasha turned to find Jules standing on the corner, her long black coat covering her dress.

“I thought you’d quit”, said Sasha, a bit sullenly, trying to keep her emotions in check.

“I could say the same,” Jules replied.

“I had…it’s just…. tonight’s been….”

Jules took a cigarette from Sasha and leaned her head to allow her to light it for her.

“Congratulations on the promotion, Sash darling”, smiled Jules.

“Thanks…as it happens, I’d been doing the job since the beginning of the year, but it’s nice they’ve finally formally accepted it and paying me appropriately.”

She watched Jules’ perfect lips purse around the butt of the cigarette as she inhaled its smoke, blowing out a thin plume into the air.

“Well, I always knew you’d -“

“What the hell, Jules.” Sasha suddenly exclaimed, startling Jules for a second.

“Excuse me?”

Sasha sighed konya escort deeply.

“Are you really doing this? Office small talk? Treating me like we’d just met?”

Jules stared at her, then cast her eyes to the floor, taking a drag.

“You’ve come down here and commandeered this project, my guys have worked tirelessly on this, and you’ve treated us like lepers the whole time you’ve been here. And that’s the royal us because we both know I’m the one you don’t give a shit about.”

“Sash…please, let me-“

“Yeah, yeah, I heard you got married. Mrs Danvers. But even so, Jules. Are you that…. are you that embarrassed by me? By us?”

“NO!” Jules burst out.

“Firstly, I didn’t’ know you were here. The stupid organisation chart hadn’t been updated since forever and was still showing Simon….whatshisface, the guy who retired, I finally learned. So yes, it was a shock to see my ex running the project management team.

“And, well, finding you here, seeing you, here, it awakened old memories. And you’re not a leper, Sasha, you’re a bloody Siren. So yes…I’ve kept my distance. I’m married, happily so. Honestly. Truly. She is the love of my life. And yet, I’ve had to keep my distance from you.”

“How’s that worked out for you,” Sasha ruefully asked, reflecting on her own failure in that regard.

“Well join the fucking dots, Sash. I’m a married, happily married, woman and I’ve been avoiding my hot ex for the past fortnight. And yet here I am. Now. Talking to you. So how the fuck do you think it’s going!”

Jules took an angry drag on her cigarette, expelling the smoke swiftly, then took another breath to calm down.”

“So, tell me Sash, have you thought about me at all.”

“Hardly gave you a second’s thought. Until you turned up in the boardroom last week and now, you’re all I’ve thought about”, Sash admitted.

Jules flicked her remaining cigarette away and stared at Sasha, and Sasha stared back.

“What have you been thinking about, then?” Jules asked, stepping a bit closer into the alleyway.

“it doesn’t matter”, Sasha said.

“Oh, it does to me, Sash. I’ve thought about you a lot. About…what you used to do to me.” She stepped closer. “About…what I want you to do to me.”

Sasha swallowed hard. She had been thinking similar, dirty thoughts all week. She regularly masturbated at night and all of her fantasies had centred on Jules. Jules stepped closer and Sasha could now smell her perfume.

“What do you want, Jules?” She whispered, hardly able to find her voice for a second.

“I want to know…. I need to know… if you still wear it.” Sasha knew exactly what she meant and slowly nodded to her. Jules stood very close to her now, her hand sliding down Sasha’s inner thigh, finding the strapon latched to her leg. As soon as she did, Sasha cupped Jules’ face and leant in, kissing her.

Jules kissed back, her mouth parting, those gorgeous lips pressing against hers. Sasha pushed her back against the wall, her hand sliding under the woman’s hair, stroking her neck and nape as her tongue pushed past her lips. Jules moaned when she felt the thick, soft muscle enter her mouth, exploring, re-familiarising itself.

Jules slid her hands inside Sasha’s coat, caressing her hips, pulling her closer. Her hands went to Sasha’s belt, pulling it, yanking it loose and unbuttoning her. Sasha’s trousers were pulled off of her hips, down mid-thigh, and Jules freed the thick shaft taped there. She stroked it as they kissed, her fingers sliding along its length. She put her hand on Sasha’s chest and pushed her back enough to allow her to crouch down. Looking up at her ex’s face, Jules took her girlcock into her mouth.

Sasha moaned loudly at the sight of Jules sucking her shaft. She put her hand in her hair and rocked her hips, making the shaft slide in and out. It wasn’t long before Jules was attempting to take the whole length, tilting her head to allow it to slide into her throat. She gagged a little, coughed, but she could take the whole 8 inches of it.

Jules stood up and lifted the hem of her dress, feeding the shaft between her thighs so it rubbed against her panties, sliding under her, pressing against her, making her pant and moan for it. Sasha spun her around, her hands against the wall. Her coat pulled to one side; Sasha lifted Jules’ dress up to her hips. She roughly grabbed Jules’ panties and yanked them to her knees, making her moan and gasp. She spread her feet, looked over her shoulder and said, “fuck me!” with a lusty urgency, that Sasha felt in her own pussy.

Sasha’s girlcock was covered in saliva and she rubbed the blunt head against Jules’ cunt-lips. She leaned in hard and thrust the shaft into Jules, making her gasp again but she pushed back, hard, meeting Sasha halfway.

“Do it. Do it to me.”

Sasha was in her own lust and konya escort bayan passion now and started thrusting hard and deep into Jules. The thick shaft slid deep into her wetness as Jules pushed back again and again. It was a mini battle between the two as to who was setting the pace, Jules’ wetness was running down her thighs. She reached under and touched her clit, and it was like pulling a trigger. The woman started to shake and shudder hard, moaning, panting, as an intense orgasm ripped through her. Sasha’s own climax was close behind, as the strapon nub rubbed her mound and clit. She shuddered, making the shecock shaft jerk and twitch inside Jules.

They stayed like that, joined, for a moment while they panted heavily. Jules staring at the ground, Sasha checking to see if anyone was about. She slowly slid out and Jules pulled up her panties and straightened her dress.

“Come to my hotel”

The taxi ride through the city was tense and quiet, both women staring out of their respective windows, wallowing a moment of post-orgasm clarity. Sasha wondered if she should go home, forget about Jules. Again. Jules wasn’t thinking such things, although she was nervous about what might or might not happen. She took hold of Sasha’s hand as they pulled up to the four-star hotel, and as Sasha turned to her, she simply said, “Lobster”. It was their old safe word. The signal to stop. Hearing her say it, brought the passion back to Sasha, the desire for her lover, realising that the trust was still there between them.

Sasha nodded. “Lobster it is then.”

The elevator was swift, taking them to the top floor of the hotel. Jules led Sasha down a large corridor with fewer doors that on the lower levels, and stopped outside one of the rooms.

“Wait”, said Sasha as she went to use her key card on the door. Jules paused and looked back over her shoulder.

“Give me your coat,” said Sasha. Jules shrugged it off immediately, and Sasha folded it over her arm.

“And now the dress.”

A bit more tentatively, Jules unclasped the fasteners of her dress and slid down the zip, stepping out of it and handing it to Sasha. She was wearing a designer bra holding her C-cup breasts, and a pair of low-cut knickers that Sasha had already been acquainted with.

“All of it?” asked Jules, looking both up and down the corridor.

“All of it,” said Sasha. She didn’t really expect anyone to appear, but there was always the potential and that was exciting to both of them. Sasha took the room key and opened the door.

“Stand in front of the bed”, ordered Sasha, as she dumped Jules’ clothes on a chair. She took off her own leather jacket and shoes but remained otherwise dressed, for now. She took a quick tour of the room, the closet, the bathroom. There was a generous sized shower, and the bathroom counter was littered with Jules’ expensive skin care creams and hair products.

Sasha opened a set of drawers and found what she was hoping. She took out a pair of tights and stretched them out, twisting them into a rope.

“Put your hands behind your back”, she told Jules, who obeyed immediately. Sasha took her home-made rope and tied Jules’ wrists tightly together. Sasha then started to undress, herself. Slowly unbuttoning her blouse, showing off her 32b chest and achingly hard nipples. She unbuckled her belt and pulled it from her trousers and threw it on the bed. Her trousers slid to the floor and Sasha kicked them to the corner of the room. She was now standing In a pair of briefs and her strapon, tied back to her thigh.

She took both off, throwing the strapon onto the bed, next to her belt.

Sasha leant down and kissed Jules full on the lips, pressing into them, parting them, and sliding her tongue slowly in and out of her mouth. Her hand slid down over her throat, holding it for a minute as they kissed, then slid further down over Jules’ pert breasts, making her moan against Sasha’s tongue. She then moved past Jules and leaned forward, placing one knee on the bed, the other on the floor, presenting her butt. She reached back and pulled her cheeks open, looking back at her bound lover.

“Lick me.” was all she said. Jules immediately leaned forward, her tongue extended as she started to lick slowly and firmly up and down Sasha’s crease, making her sigh, especially when she paid attention to her rosebud, prodding her tight entrance with the tip of her tongue. Sasha reached round and guided Jules’ head lower, over her wet and pouting lips. Jules lapped at her, sliding her tongue between her lips, her nose pressed against her rose

When Jules got a bit too eager, hungrily lapping at her, Sasha moved away, making Jules whimper.

“Enough…for now,” she said. Looking at Jules’ face, her lips and chin glistening with her arousal.

“Get on the bed.”

Sasha watched Jules slowly stand up, then escort konya climb on the bed, her hands still bound behind her back.

Sasha pushed her so her head was on the bed, forcing her ass in the air.

“What do you want, Jules?”

Jules looked at her. Her eyes were full of desire and trepidation, wondering if she could, if she dared ask for what she wanted from her ex and whether she would want to give it to her.”

“I want you to hurt me”, she said quietly. Sasha didn’t ask her to repeat it. She heard it loud and clear.

“Lobster, okay?”

“Lobster,” she confirmed.

Sasha picked up the leather belt from the bed and wrapped the buckle around her fist, leaving the rest hanging down.

THWACK

The belt struck Jules hard across her cheeks making her shudder and whimper.

THWACK

THWACK

Each forceful strike against her pale skin leaving a pink mark

THWACK

THWACK

Sasha moved round, striking different parts of Jules’ behind, making her flesh shudder and tense with each stinging blow

Jules was sobbing now. Tears were in her eyes, her breathing ragged. And, as Sasha noted, her cunt was oozing and pouting at her.

THWACK!

The last strike hitting harder now. Sasha checked to make sure Jules was still lucid that she was able to use the safe word if needed, before striking her in earnest. Giving Jules exactly what she wanted, to be driven to the edge of endurance.

Jules was half moaning, almost screaming with each of the last blows. But never once did she ask, beg to stop.

THWACKKKK

The last blow. Jules’ cheeks were a burning red and she herself was a quivering wreck, sobbing loudly and freely into a pillow. Jules went to the mini bar and fetched two small bottles of whisky, pouring them both into one glass with ice. She sat on the bed next to Jules’ head and took a big gulp, letting it burn her throat. She pressed the glass to Jules’ lips and let her take a long sip of it herself.

“Do you hate me?” Jules asked.

Sasha shook her head.

“It felt like you hate me”

“If I hated you, I wouldn’t be here. And I’m not finished with you yet.”

Sasha picked up her strapon off the bed. Pulling it over her hips, she tightened the straps, making sure the base of the shaft pressed snugly against her smooth mound. She reached in her inner coat pocket and fetched out a condom, sliding it over the thick shaft.

She decided that Jules would need her hands free for what she was about to do next, so she undid the knotted tights around her wrists. Then she took hold of her belt again and looped it around Jules neck, pulling it so it was almost tight.

The sheathed shaft slapped against Jules’ cheeks, and Sasha pressed it firmly between them til it was against Jules’ anus. Jules looked round at her, a slight concern on her face — she hadn’t had anything large in there for a long time.

Sasha didn’t care though. She held onto Jules’ hips and pushed hard against her. Jules found herself pushing back, wanting to be intruded upon in her most taboo entrance.

Sasha kept up the pressure and Jules groaned, pushing back, bearing down to open herself, to allow herself to be invaded. The thick girlcock sliding into her with a slow but relentless inevitability. Eventually Sasha’s hips pressed up into Jules’s backside, forcing a long moan from Jules’ lips.

Sasha took hold of Jules’s hips and start to slowly fuck her, sliding the thick shaft slowly in and out of her. The cock slowly becoming easier to slide in and out as she accommodated it. Jules moaned hard with each thrust forcing her head down each time.

Sasha took hold of the belt she’d looped around Jules’s neck and pulled as she thrust harder, deeper into her back passage. Jules yelped loudly, her hands instinctively going for her neck but Sasha yelling “leave it” in her panting breath making her hands retreat.

She was scared, very scared. This was new, Sasha — nobody! – had done this to her before. She was In uncharted territory and the safe word was almost forming on her lips. Despite this, she couldn’t help feel the sheer eroticism of it, of the control Sasha had. And with that, she came, hard, intensely. Her orgasm literally ripped through her body, making her spasm hard, taking Sasha by surprise, pushing her over the edge as she felt the power of the climax beneath her. She fell on top of her lover, mindful to loosen the belt while they both rode out their post-orgasm shakes.

They lay cuddling in silence, until Jules fell asleep.

When Jules awoke, she found Sasha almost dressed.

“I’ve taken a pair of your knickers”, she said, “Mine need a wash”.

“Sash…”

“I’m glad you came back. I never hated you, Jules. I hated losing you. I’m glad we had tonight. But tomorrow, or the next day, you’re done, Heading back to your job, your wife. And I’m happy for you. Thank you for tonight.”

Jules sat up, smiling, a tear in her eye.

“We can’t do this again, can we.” she said sadly.

“No. We’ll hurt ourselves, other people, who only deserve your love.”

“So here it is, Jules. The first and last time you’ll hear it from me.”

“Lobster.”

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Disclaimer: Everyone is over eighteen. If you are not deeply into fantasy pulp fiction, gender fluidity and pansexuality, you are in the wrong place. This chapter features a depiction of non-consensual sexuality and, though it is stopped before it actually culminates, I realize this can be an issue for some. The author (despite the occasional jest in earlier chapters) takes rape very seriously. There will, from time to time, be discussions of nonconsensual sex in this tale as the story requires. But the sex that is described in loving, lurid detail throughout the Saga of Tallia the Unwilling will always be consensual. I fully realize what I’m writing here — a tale of sexual fantasy adventure that hopefully thrills you, excites you and maybe even (from time to time) engages your brain. But I promise you this — I am not EVER going to try to thrill or excite you with rape. For me that is a line too far.

BEHOLD! I, Thutmose-Neferkare, royal scribe, chief librarian and high priest of the divine Ra do bid you welcome to the fourth scroll in the on-going epic known as “The Saga of Tallia the Unwilling”. It falls unto me to deliver most grave and tragic news regarding this scroll — there is no explicit sex herein. Fear not, though my good readers. This be no so-called “filler story” here only to waste our time. There is still lots of violence and personal discovery ahead. Some of the violence and personal discovery even happens in the buff.

But just because there is no sex in this scroll, that does not mean this chapter is without its value. Know that we here at the Temple of Ra do not read these scrolls just for the hot gender fluid sex. I say thee nay! Verily, do we also enjoy rich character development and dramatic plot turns. Yes, we read these scrolls for the articles just as much the naughty bits. Suck it, ye varlets, if ye think this be not the truth!

Anyways, this tale also introduces us to our first non-human civilization, granted one that is largely ruined and lost. Deciding exactly how to translate the name of these inhuman beings into our native and most civilized tongue has been something of a controversy amongst my sub-priests. The most literally translation would be ‘tien’, literally the celestials of eastern mythologies, which include equally both gods and spirits. Some might also favor the world ‘elf’ from the folklore of the savage north. Lo, both of those doth carry loads of baggage even amongst our most learned readers.

So, we have instead gone with the term “the sidhe,” a word born in the far isles beyond the borders of most modern knowledge. These tall, fair folk who dwell in underground strongholds seem closer to the intent of the author even if they belong to a mythology which, frankly, makes no damn sense. Why cannot the peoples of the north keep their tales focused on more sensible beings — like people with animal heads, world-consuming god-snakes and crocodile-hippo-lions?

Also, we are told the word ‘sidhe’ is pronounced ‘she’ for absolutely no good reason. Lo, we can only blame the legendary strong drink of the northern tribes that is said to drive them mad for these most eccentric linguistic turns. But regardless, do not let the impenetrability of certain names or the lack of matters most lurid detract from your enjoyment of this scroll. For if you seek deep within, you will find much that is worthy. Oh, and this set us up for loads of sex in scroll five. So, keep steady thy course good and faithful reader! Your patience shall be rewarded and you shall have thy release but soon.

Yay, let it be written! Yay, let it be done!

Chapter Four: In Through the Backdoor

Sang awoke as per her custom with the first light of morning. She looked out of the cave mouth and was surprised that the rain had at last stopped. ‘The rain spirits of this land are malicious indeed,’ she mused, ‘relenting only when we found shelter.’ She drank a little water from her skin, cleaned herself and then left the cave — quiet as a morning shadow.

She loved the early morning just as dawn was breaking. It was a peaceful time, quiet and serene. She had known so little of that in her life. She had been born an orphan in rough Denggang after all. Her father was probably a river pirate. Her mother was definitely a tavern girl who died early, likely from plague. Her memories of that time were few and she little valued them. Her future was going to be different. Lee Sang called the silent would soon be rich with wizard’s gold and would be remembered for a thousand years.

She prowled outside the cave’s entrance, familiarizing herself with the terrain. The thick and ubiquitous patches of bamboo served her well. There was ample cover all over this area. The mud was more annoying and she had to choose her steps carefully to avoid making tell-tale squishing sounds. But she’d traversed worse.

She even found a hutch of strange striped rabbits of a like she’d never seen before nibbling on wet morning grass. batman escort She bagged two with her silent arrows before the rest scattered. She stowed the brace in her game sack. ‘A far better breakfast than boiled bones,’ she thought. And then she found something in the dripping foliage that immediately made her speed back to the refuge where her companions likely still slumbered.

It was still barely an hour after dawn, when Sang crept back into the cave to discover her three companions thankfully alive but splayed out in the darkened cave, naked together in a pile of flesh and bedding, still very soundly asleep. The fire had also burned down to the last few resilient embers. She prodded Liandra gently and got nothing but a low, insensate moan.

‘Ridiculous foreigners,’ she thought, ‘I could slit every throat in this cave with less effort than it took to bag the rabbits.’ Still, she did take a moment to savor the shape of Tallia’s ass which was on full display, framed wonderfully in white bear fur. The tall warrior woman had beautiful hips, and though obviously powerful and strong, the pale flesh seemed equally soft and supple. She did consider the most brief and lightest of touches. Tallia was deep asleep, after all. What would it harm?

‘Fool,’ she scolded herself, ‘you are as mad as these drunken strangers.’ She resisted and instead prodded Liandra once more and into wakefulness.

Sang said only one soft word, barely above a whisper, to the groggy priestess, “Patrols.”

That word proved enough. Soon Liandra was awake and moments after that, everyone else as well. They quickly grabbed their clothing, their weaponry and their gear and prepared for a fight. Sang sat the cave’s entrance, her bow ready and knocked, guarding the cadre as they quickly prepared for an attack. When moments past without the cave being stormed, they quietly followed Sang out into the grasslands. It was still miraculously not raining though the heavy grey clouds moving their way promised this to be a brief respite.

Sang’s warning were soon proved not a lie. The band found a wide path through the nearby grass obviously recently trampled. Some of the tracks seemed like men wearing boots. But some of the tracks were stranger — hooves and paws marched along side and amidst the shoe prints.

“They’re using beasts,” said Hilarius quietly.

“They are beasts,” corrected Liandra. “Arion is a maker of monsters.”

“Even his own warriors?” whispered Hilarius astonished.

“Any who dwell long in the company of the wizard are eventually changed by him,” whispered Liandra. “Quiet now. Let’s get closer to the fortress.”

Sang silently nodded. She led them closer and closer, carefully keeping track of the patrol’s trampled path. With the breaking of the rain, it became clear just how close the little monkey cave was to the fortress itself. It was only half a mile from the massive rise of stone, part of the small bamboo covered hills that surrounded the mount.

By mid-morning, they sheltered beneath that spire of grey stone and could see high above them the fortress of the wizard. The structure was imposing and, even shrouded in low grey rain clouds, dominated the landscape. A sheer wall of natural rock as tall as ten men led up to a wall built of darker scavenged stone another six men tall. The wall was stout and thick, though no great work of craftsmanship. That meant it might very well be vulnerable to powerful siege engines. But that mattered not at all to this little band. They had nothing but their own hands and their wits.

There was also at the back of the castle, away from its one gate — a single large round tower. “That’s where he’ll be,” said Liandra confidently. “The highest, more prominent and most luxurious part of this fortress. The wizard will want no doubt that he is the master of this place.”

The fire had spoken truly — there were three ways in. There was the front gate, which seemed a fool’s errand to even approach without an army. There was some brief, hushed talk of ambushing a patrol and using deception, but that was soon dismissed. The wizard was clever. There would be watch words or signals and they would be quickly revealed for the trespassers and infiltrators they were.

They could scale the defensive wall. The large cracks made the ascent possible, but Liandra was honest in her uncertainty that she could make it and they no longer had any rope to pull her up. Also, there were sentries on the wall. Evading them during the climb would not be easy even at night. And once on the wall, they had no idea of the castle’s interior layout. One mistake, one inopportune noise and that wall could easily turn into a grand battle, one they were certain to lose.

That left ‘below where the stone walks’. They searched around quietly, circling the base of the fortress, ever watchful for the sentries on the walls and patrols on the ground. It again started to rain which now actually yalova escort proved a blessing. Visibility was reduced again to almost nothing and the rain splattering on slate muffled the sound of their movements.

Still, their progress was slow. The base of the back of the fortress was mired in mud and tangled with undergrowth. Eventually, though, their slogging about was rewarded. They found a small break in the grey rock overgrown by briars. The thorns were long, hooked and hollow and Liandra worried aloud that this plant might sweat some natural toxin, so this route seemed at first impassable. Hilarius though proved agile and small enough to slide underneath the spinous growth and then carefully cut a narrow channel through the vicious bramble with a few swipes of his sharp knives. His method left the entrance open if you moved aside the bramble yet covered so that hopefully patrols would see no evidence of their passage.

They left the rain behind and entered quietly into the dark stone chambers beneath the wizard’s fortress. This place invited no jests or friendly chatter. Nothing about this way seemed natural to the company. It seemed as if they were treading into a dark and alien domain.

They made a small and primitive camp right at the entrance. They figured with the sound of the rain and its grey veil, they might be able to quickly cook and prepare Sang’s rabbits. The gander soup from the night before was long gone and it was near noon. Their long forced morning march had brought hunger back to the fore. Nothing elaborate was done. The rabbits were cleaned, cooked and grilled on stone as rapidly as could be managed. The fire was kept small for fear of being spotted. The lunch was not grand but welcome.

Liandra tried to cheer the party as they finished once more the last of their rations. “Arion has royal tastes. If we can slay him quickly and seize his lair, mark my words, we will find plenty of provisions to pillage as well as gold.”

“Well then,” jested Hilarius, “I should like to have this whole wizard-murder matter wrapped up by dinner.”

Soon enough, it was time to face the darkness ahead. The crack quickly opened up into a wide passage of wet and living stone. They had no lantern or even proper torches, but Liandra did have a few candles of sealing wax in her medicine bag. These gave scant light but that proved enough in the absolute darkness of the subterranean realm beneath the fortress. The pathway wound downward into the earth for several hundred long steps. It was narrow, and in the dark they were constantly stooping and scraping elbows against the fractured rock. Its course was not straight but seemed instead almost a slow, steady downward spiral. It finally widened into a large gallery. Even the dancing, meager candlelight revealed the strange splendor of this place — delicate chandeliers of fairy stone hung from the ceiling. Columns of weird reddish rock, wet and sheened with drip water, rose here and there, creating sunless labyrinths.

Tallia, Hilarius and Sang had never seen or even dreamed of such a place. “Gods on high and in hell, we have passed beyond the realms of men,” whispered Tallia warily. “This wizard makes his home atop a portal into the halls of the gods of death.”

But Liandra was once again quick with her reassurance. “Such caves are common in the deep places of the earth. There are grottos like this all along the coasts of my homeland and even beneath the Temple of Love. Follow me, my friends, and fear no darkness.” Her companions offered no argument, following in her footsteps and the radiant nimbus that emerged from her brilliant beeswax candle. Certainly the thought of turning back alone into the deep darkness seemed mad and suicidal.

They had no idea of their route forward but as they travelled, they favored any passage that seemed to lead even vaguely up. Their ultimate destination, after all, was not the boundless deeps beneath the fortress — it was a tower high above. But their sense as they traversed these galleries was that they were traveling atop a vast complex of subterranean chambers whose ultimate depth they could not guess. Tallia was sure, though she did not dare say it aloud, that these passages likely went all the way down to hell.

They wandered for hours in the dark. Their progress was slow for the stone was slick and their way forward uncertain. Still, they dared not stop for their supply of candles was precarious and no one wanted to be stranded here groping blind through the uttermost black. Fortunately Liandra’s long tapers of sealing beeswax burned slow and the light, faint as it was, did not fail them.

They discovered at last a chamber of worked stone. The natural flowstone of the caverns melded into a style of stonework with which none of the company could claim familiarity. The stone was dark and covered in carvings, friezes and bizarre hieroglyphs of impenetrable meaning. There were figures everywhere on the rock engaged in unknowable ordu escort practices but what truly worried everyone was that the figures did not seem entirely human.

These creatures were unnaturally thin and lithe in proportion and their skin, pale as ice, stood in stark contrast to the dark stone. The coloration could potentially be dismissed. It may have been just an artifact of time or the character of the stone or perhaps even a bizarre stylistic choice. But there was no mistaking the figure’s strange ears, pointed like daggers, and especially their eyes that were often depicted burning like torches. Sang, when she saw the glyphs, muttered, “Huoyan”.

“What does she mean?” asked Hilarius unable to hide his curiosity.

“A local legend,” answered Liandra. “Huoyan means something like ‘fire eyes’. They are the folk whose eyes burn like embers and who dwell in the deeps beneath the hills. They are reputed to be stealers of children and hoarders of gold. I’ve heard similar tales in my homeland, though only from travelers from the north come to pay their respect in the Temple. They spoke of the ‘sidhe’ — an ancient people who dwelt underground since before the age of men. These travelers often wanted the Lord and Lady of Love to protect them from their charms and curses.”

“Wonderful,” said Hilarius, “I love learning about new kinds of devils.”

Tallia finally spoke up, unable to contain her worry. “Enough of this talk of devils, legends and curses. We can swap tales once our work here is done.”

They came at last in their travels to a huge double door. The portal was massive, twice the height of a man and, being entirely stone, must have been unimaginably heavy. The door was completely covered in ornate murals, so beautiful and yet so strange that none could deny either the skill of its makers or the feeling of dread that came over the company. The murals prominently depicted two warriors, clad entirely in metal plates so finely worked they were almost like a second skin, but their ears were pointed and their eyes aglow. They raised forth their hands barring entrance. All about the unmoving guardians were more of the strange writing that the four had seen so much of and understood none of its meaning.

“So great a door,” said Hilarius, “must guard something important. Perhaps we should try to…”

Tallia shook her head. “I don’t like it. Look at all those strange runes. This door may be cursed and we’d never know it until it was too late.”

“It is a curious portal,” observed Liandra. “It likely marks the entrance to either a grand palace or the tomb of a great king. All about us, we have seen evidence that once this place was the home of these ‘fire eyes’. I wonder why they would make so grand a home and then abandon it?”

No one had any good answer to that riddle, so instead Tallia asked another question, “We are not here to solve the riddle of these fire-eyes or sidhe or whatever they were. We are here to find this wizard. Do we have to open this door to get to him?”

“I… don’t think so. It appears as if it hasn’t been opened since time immemorial,” answered Liandra.

“Then we go elsewhere,” said the Amazon. “If the fire spoke truly, then there must be a way into the fortress of Arion somewhere in this labyrinth. Let’s not get distracted now when our light is so dear and our mission so urgent.”

Liandra was about to answer that when Sang grabbed her arm and raised her finger to her lips. Suddenly everyone heard what had so alarmed their silent companion. It was a distant sound, faint at first. It sounded like stone against stone — a heavy thud from deep within the earth. They listen quietly for a few moments and then heard it again. It was most definitely closer.

There was no discussion or debate about what to do next — the four fled from whatever the hell was making that sound. They traveled quick as they dared, constrained only by having to keep the candle burning. That they were being pursued was soon confirmed. The noise became more rapid, like whatever was making it had sensed their flight and was quickening its pace. They were being hunted but by what, they had no knowledge.

For long tense minutes the pursuit continued. They heard the falling of stone, like something large had knocked over loose debris. The noise was becoming louder which meant closer which meant it was gaining on them. Their quickened pace turned into a desperate jog. So far they had seen nothing of what was pursuing them — they were being chased by a rumbling sound and that proved terrifying enough. And they were losing this race.

Sang stopped as she found a small niche shielded by fallen stone. The entrance was barely big enough for them to enter. She directed everyone into the tight concealed chamber. They all pressed together in this small dark shelter. She held her finger once more to her lips, saying not a word and then she blew out the candle, fanning it to dissipate even a trace of remnant smoke.

Then no one moved. No one spoke. No one even dared breath. The sound of stone slamming upon stone got louder and closer. But in utter darkness, denied even the faint candlelight, they saw nothing. It was so loud now, it had to be near. Whatever demon of the earth was making this noise must be deadly close.

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It had been over a year since Cindy saw Hannah, and she would be there at any minute.

Cindy lived alone in an apartment in the middle of the city. She had moved there with her former boyfriend after she left college, and almost forgot all about her crazy party-girl dorm life. Cindy was notorious for being outgoing, sleeping around, and staggering back to her room drunk. It was that dorm room that she had shared with Hannah. Now Hannah wasn’t the hottest girl or much of a party girl. Cindy always caught her simply reading or sleeping, if she ever saw Hannah at all. For a while, Cindy felt as though she lived in that dorm room alone due to Hannah’s constant absence. Cindy always assumed that Hannah was out with some boyfriend she never met.

However, it wasn’t until the last month of her school-career that she found out something different about Hannah. It wasn’t until that last month when Cindy came home drunk one night after partying and found Hannah standing in the middle of their room in sexy white lingerie. It was that night that Cindy realized just how sexy Hannah’s body really was. Before, Cindy hadn’t even caught her roommate changing or in her bra and panties. She always seemed to hide herself under a sweatshirt and loose jeans, but at that moment, with Hannah’s young breasts tucked under a tiny white bra; her long legs covered in thin white stockings; her figure and amazing curves barely hidden beneath a thin long white robe, Cindy was in awe. With her inhibitions tossed aside and her unknown-to-be-so-sexy roommate seductively dressed just for her, Cindy easily allowed Hannah to take her. That night had been forever engraved into Cindy’s memory as Hannah peeled off Cindy’s clothes, tossed her on her bed, stripped her own lingerie off her body, and gave her the most amazing sexual experience that Cindy had ever been lucky enough to be a part of.

Cindy could remember Hannah pressing her firm young breasts against her own as she lie naked on top of her in her bed. She remembers Hannah’s lips sucking on her nipples as Cindy pushed them further upward into her mouth. She can remember Hannah’s tongue digging into her pussy and sucking on her clit. She can remember Hannah’s own perfectly shaven pussy in her own face as she tasted her juices and sucked her pussy until she came into her mouth. Cindy vaguely remembers tossing her leg over Hannah’s as they rubbed their pussies together while on the floor of their shared room. She even thinks she remembers Hannah wearing a large black strap-on dildo, and fucking her from behind. It was indeed a hazy intoxicated moment in Cindy’s memory, but still an amazing one.

It had been over a year since Cindy saw Hannah, and Cindy still couldn’t get the fireplace started.

Cindy never told a soul of that night. She had kept secret from her boyfriend for the last year, unaware what he would do if he found out the best sex Cindy ever had wasn’t with him, but with another girl she had cheated on him with. Cindy lost contact with Hannah, as they never shared much else other than that one experience. Cindy never knew what become of Hannah, but it seemed as though Hannah had found Cindy, and was on her way for a reunion.

Her timing was too perfect. No more than a week had passed since Cindy broke up with her boyfriend when she got a call from Hannah. Single again, Cindy wanted to see Hannah again without fear. She hoped that although they weren’t the best of friends during that last school year on campus, that they could have a repeat of that one amazing night. She wanted to impress Hannah. She wanted to show her that she was wanting more.

It had been over a year since Cindy saw Hannah, and Cindy was running out of time to prepare.

She gave up on setting the mood, and decided to give herself one more look-over in her bathroom mirror. She wondered how she looked as she checked herself out. She looked at her hair, and it looked great. It was long and brown, with a slight curl to it. Cindy tried to give herself the same look she had in college, but she wasn’t sure which look was better for her.

“Up or down?” She said out loud in her tiny bathroom, staring at her long hair in the mirror. She thought if she put her hair up, not only could Hannah be more attracted to her, but it would make things seem just a little more casual. Maybe Hannah wasn’t as promiscuous as she was before. Cindy really needed to tone things down. This wasn’t a date, it was just seeing an old roommate she hadn’t seen in a while.

She fixed her pink top around her breasts, which had grown a little since she last saw Hannah. They were now a C-cup. She pinched her waist and pulled at a small layer of fat and thought that maybe that was why her cup size had grown. It had been a while since she worked out and she had lost a bit of her young figure. But with her hair up and her top and jeans looking as good as they could, Cindy decided she was ready. She looked at herself in the mirror one last time.

“Okay, now I just need to wait for Hannah.” Cindy fethiye escort sighed, and not a second went by when there was a knock at the door. Cindy stepped out of the bathroom, and found her way to the front door. She opened the door, and there stood Hannah.

“Hannah!” Cindy shouted as she saw her friend.

“Cindy! Good to see you!” They hugged, and there was a brief second of silence. Cindy looked over Hannah, and saw that Hannah was still a fairly cute blonde girl. She had short hair, just barely to her shoulders. She was wearing a white tank-top with a white jacket, and dark jeans. She didn’t seem to be made up much at all, and was dressed more to just hang out. She had a similar build to Cindy, only Cindy noticed that Hannah probably weighed just a little bit more than her. Cindy remembered Hannah to be hotter, but oh well. Cindy wasn’t after Hannah for her looks. She just wanted to get Hannah in her bed. That’s what made Hannah so magical to Cindy.

“Come in!” Cindy said, to break up the silence. “Did you want a drink or something?” Cindy asked.

“Sure!” Hannah said.

“Okay, go ahead and make yourself at home.” Cindy said as she presented her small living room to Hannah. Hannah seemed awkward standing alone in Cindy’s living room, but Cindy just smiled and ducked into the kitchen. She already had a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses ready to go. She knew the alcohol would help loosen things up. She hoped that Hannah had stopped by for ‘something more’ and not just a random reunion.

“So what have you been up to?” Cindy asked, trying to make things less awkward. “Oh. Not much.” Hannah responded.

“Just traveling a lot, really. Seeing the world.”

“That’s cool. Land a job after college yet?” Cindy asked, still trying to keep the conversation going.

“Not really looking.” Hannah almost snapped back. “Just … experiencing things for now.”

Cindy finished grabbing everything she needed from the kitchen and stepped back into the living room. She noticed that Hannah was standing by her small gas fireplace, a fireplace that was now roaring.

“Oh wow. You got the fire started.” Cindy commented as she sat down on the couch, placing the two glasses and the bottle of wine on her small coffee table.

“Yeah. It just needed my ‘magic touch’.” Hannah answered in a laugh. Cindy shrugged it off, and Hannah walked over and joined her on the couch.

“Well, what’s up?” Cindy said as she dove right in. “I haven’t heard from you in a while. Why’d you call?” Cindy. “I don’t mean to be blunt, but …”

“Look,” Hannah started as Cindy poured her a glass of red wine. Cindy rose her own glass to her lips and took a sip while Hannah remained hesitant. Hannah was definitely having a hard time talking to Cindy. “I called you because, well, I didn’t want to scare you but I know you broke up with your boyfriend recently, and …”

“How do you know that we broke up?” Cindy asked, alarmed. Hannah sat closer to Cindy on the couch. She took Cindy’s hand in hers, and looked closely at her. They were alone in a large dark apartment, and Hannah seemed oddly concerned extremely fast.

“Okay. Look. There’s something I wanna tell you, but I don’t want to freak you out.” Hannah said.

“Tell me.” Cindy said sternly.

“Well, there’s just things about me that I want to tell you, but you have to promise to keep in a secret. You can’t tell anyone.”

“But we don’t really have any mutual friends. It’s not like …”

“Trust me. Some things happened during that last year at college.”

“Yeah, they did.” Cindy interrupted, referring specifically about that amazing sex she couldn’t forget.

“Yeah, but it’s more than ‘that’. I just need to tell you something about me, and if I didn’t make sure my secret was safe, you would probably tell the whole world.” Hannah said with absolute certainty. “You have to promise that everything that I tell you tonight remains between us.”

“Okay. I promise.” Cindy said. “So what is this huge secret?” Cindy was really confused, but she agreed. Hannah wasn’t around much during college, and Cindy knew she wasn’t just out studying or classwork heavy because her grades were not that great. Hannah was actually a bit lazy, and Cindy wondered if Hannah could have had some addiction that caused her behavior.

Hannah sat and thought for a few seconds. Cindy could tell she was trying to figure out how to explain herself, her arrival to her house, and the sudden need to spill her guts to her former roommate. Hannah looked around as she thought of the words to describe her secret, but couldn’t find them.

“Maybe it’s easier to show you.” Hannah said. She put her glass of wine on the coffee table, and then stood up from the couch. She walked into the middle of the living room, and simple stood there, presenting herself in front of Cindy.

“Just, promise not to freak out.” Hannah said. Cindy nodded, unsure of what was going to happen. Things alanya escort were getting extremely weird. Hannah smiled, and closed her eyes. She stood up on her tip-toes, and then slowly rose her hands up from her sides. Cindy was confused to no end. Hannah just stood there, on her toes, with her eyes closed and a large smile on her face.

Suddenly, Hannah’s toes slowly lifted off the ground about an inch. Cindy didn’t realize it at first, but she sat up as soon as she noticed that Hannah was somehow floating in mid-air in the middle of her living room. Cindy stood up and slowly walked around Hannah as she floated there, with her eyes closed and her arms extended. She was easily over a foot off the ground now. Cindy examined all around to see if this was some elaborate trick, but as far as she could tell, Hannah was flying.

Then a flash of light exploded out from Hannah, and blinded Cindy and she covered her eyes. Cindy fell backwards onto the couch from the light blast, afraid for her own safety.

As soon as the light dimmed, Cindy saw a brand new Hannah floating in the middle of her living room. All her normal clothes were nowhere to be found as she was merely floating in mid air, her long legs dangling beneath her. She now wore that sheer white robe that was left open so that Cindy could see that she wore a tiny white thong that barely covered her at all. She also had a tiny bra over her breasts, which were much larger and firmer. They seemed to stress the limits of her top as they pushed out through the sides, top, and the bottom, leaving little to the imagination. Diamonds of amazing sparkle adorned the lines of her bra and panties, as well as her ears and new necklaces which had also been added to her wardrobe. Cindy could see she was wearing millions of dollars of jewelry on a new million dollar body which was much tighter and firm. There was a warm wind blowing from nowhere, blowing her short blonde hair and robe about. Hannah simply floated in front of Cindy in the middle of the living room, beaming light out from her amazingly perfect gorgeous body. She was a whole new person in a whole new body, and Cindy had no idea what to do or say.

Hannah finally opened her eyes, and smiled at Cindy.

“This is the real me, Cindy.” Hannah exclaimed as she slowly floated in front of Cindy.

Hannah lifted her finger and motioned Cindy to come to her and Cindy felt invisible hands pull her up off the couch and onto her feet. Hannah then held out her hands so that her robe would open up side for Cindy and herself as they both looked down at Hannah’s nearly nude body. With her robe completely out of the way, Cindy took in the amazingly sexy sight. Cindy slowly walked toward this floating beauty, wondering what was happening. She looked over Hannah’s body, her sexy new clothes, and finally her face. With Cindy entranced by her new body, Hannah smiled seductively as she levitated before her.

“Remember this lingerie?” Hannah asked, referring to that legendary night.

“How … how are you …?” Cindy tried to ask, looking at the two foot gap between Hannah’s toes and the ground. Hannah slowly moved up and down in mid air as her flight seemed to be controlled by imperfect thoughts.

“Flying?” Hannah answered. “I just can. Pretty cool, huh?” Hannah asked. She then calmly and slowly turned as she levitated in midair, allowing Cindy to see her from all angles. Hannah ran her hands through her hair as she floated higher in the middle of Cindy’s living room. There was so much amazement to take in that Cindy didn’t know where to look. Everything about Hannah’s body; her clothes, her hair, her face, her breasts, it all screamed of perfection. Hannah allowed the light to beam down from her body onto Cindy as she elegantly flew in Cindy’s living room. Finally, she ceased her spin, and stood in the air a few feet above Cindy’s coffee table, her toes dangling beneath her.

“I could tell you a long and involved story of how I am able to fly and do other magical things, but that would waste too much time tonight.” Hannah explained. She looked down at the ground below her, and she slowly lowered her feet back to it. As her toes landed gently back onto Cindy’s living room floor, she looked back up to Cindy and slowly started to walk seductively towards her.

“Just know that I want to have that amazing sex with you again, but now, I want you to get to experience what sex is like with the REAL me.” Hannah now stood face to face with Cindy. She knew she had control over Cindy, and was going to slowly reel her in. With Cindy’s eyes locked on Hannah’s own, Hannah held her hand out towards her glass of wine that sat on the coffee table. The glass of wine immediately floated up off the coffee table and into the air before the two girls. Cindy watched in awe as Hannah opened her fingers to allow the stem of the wine glass to glide softly into her hands. Hannah slowly took a sip of the wine, and smiled back at Cindy. She then manavgat escort promptly pulled the glass from her lips and held it aside. Cindy’s shock of the evening’s events continued for as Hannah let go of the glass, it merely stayed in midair, waiting to be sipped from again.

Hannah wrapped her free arms around Cindy’s neck, and pulled her in close. With her new large breasts brushing Cindy’s own, Hannah leaned in to kiss Cindy, but stopped just outside of her lips.

“And let me tell you,” Hannah started to whisper into Cindy’s lips. “When you are as powerful as I am, the only thing you really want anymore is pleasure. The only thing you want to spend you time doing is having amazing sex. Tonight, the only thing I want is you.”

Hannah slowly pulled back and broke her embrace. She then quickly snatched the floating wine glass from its levitation and looked up at Cindy’s hair that was held up with a few metal pins.

“Oh, and just so you know,” Hannah said. “You were wrong about your hair.” I like it down.”

She simply flicked her hand through the air at Cindy, and the pins that held Cindy’s hair up popped out and fell to the ground. Cindy felt her brown hair fall down around her shoulders, and she shook it out before Hannah.

As Hannah slowly started to walk around her friend, she sipped from her wine glass once more. Cindy couldn’t talk her eyes off of Hannah’s sexy body tucked under that sheer robe. Her perfect ass was in plain sight as her tiny white thong did little to cover her up.

“Were you … listening to me in the bathroom?” Cindy asked as she glanced back over her shoulder at her friend.

“Just your thoughts …” Hannah said as she too was checking out Cindy’s body. “I have been looking into your mind since I met you.” Cindy heard, but this time Hannah’s voice was different. It echoed softly. Cindy looked back at Hannah who was calmly still walking around her, smiling, and holding her glass of wine.

“What?” Cindy heard again. Hannah’s lips still didn’t move as Hannah merely had a puzzled look on her face. “Obviously reading your mind and speaking to you with mine is just one of my many favorite magical powers.” Cindy heard in her mind again. Hannah could read her thoughts as well as project her own thoughts directly into the minds of others; yet another amazing ability she seemed to possess. Cindy realized that it was with this magical power that Hannah knew about her break up; that’s how she got the fireplace started; that’s even how Hannah knew when to knock on the door. She also realized something else.

“You … you could do this before …” Cindy started to utter as she tried to step away from Hannah.

“… before we met?” Hannah said with her own lips as she slowly walked towards Cindy who was still slowly trying to back away. “Of course. I’ve been able to do all sorts of magical things for quite some time now. Why do you think I wasn’t around much in college? While you were out partying and studying and doing all sorts of school related activities, I was … well, out and about. But please, baby, just relax. Don’t think so much about why I can do these magical things. I just want to please you.”

Cindy turned away from Hannah and tried to stop looking at Hannah’s body. She tried to convince herself that this wasn’t real. She tried to rid herself of her desires as the evening had taken such a weird turn. But as Hannah stepped up behind Cindy, and suddenly started to caress Cindy shoulders with both hands, Cindy closed her eyes and moaned softly. It felt so warm and soothing that Cindy’s mind and body were having a hard time not simply just falling into Hannah’s touch. Cindy could feel Hannah beautiful body pressed against her back, and her worries slowly started to fade. As Hannah’s fingers dug into Cindy’s shoulders, the same wine glass that was once in Hannah’s hand floated around Cindy and stopped before her eyes.

“Care for a sip?” Hannah asked softly as she caressed her friend’s bare shoulders. Cindy slowly reached up towards the floating glass, and simply took it out of midair. As the wine touched her lips, Hannah’s hands dug in deeper into her shoulders. She calmly started to kiss Cindy softly on her neck as her hands roamed down from Cindy’s shoulders, around her arms, and slowly moved under her breasts.

“Let’s have sex like I know you planned.” Hannah whispered. “I think I have made it clear that I planned it as well. Let me give you that sexy body you’ve always wanted, baby.”

Hannah then squeezed Cindy’s breasts firmly in her hands. Cindy gasped at Hannah’s warm touch, and looked down at Hannah’s hands as they started to grope her from behind. Her hands ran softly all around her breasts that were tucked away under her pink top.

“Trust me, we’ll both enjoy it.” Hannah whispered.

With those words, Hannah’s very hands began to glow ever so slightly as then continued to caress her breasts. Then with a gentle squeeze, Cindy felt a rush of warmth flow into her body. She could see her own chest glowing with that same magical glow underneath her pink top. Cindy watched in amazement as her breasts slowly started growing larger like two balloons, stretching the material of her top. She looked down her body further as the glowing increased. She watched as the small layer of fat that covered her waist started to shrink down as well.

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The Wives’ Guild

Bromm V

Nightfall came slowly to the little harbor of Sanctum Port. The decline of the sun set the long shadows of ships’ masts stretching out over the rooftops like the fingers of some great hand. Despite the port’s small size, its harbor was crowded with nearly a hundred ships, from small fishing schooners to massive fluyts plying the northern trade routes. A fortune in goods flowed through the port each year, much of it obtained by trade rather than piracy. But violence was never far from Sanctum Port, and the lord’s palace served as a reminder of that fact, situated as it was inside the massive, sunbleached skull of a long-dead giant overlooking the harbor from a nearby hilltop.

On this night, the sailor Bromm found himself drinking with his friends in a dockside tavern called the Seagull. He was a tall and broad-shouldered young man with a black beard and green eyes. He wore a black coat about him, with a wide baldric of shark leather over his shoulder. On the table, next to several empty flagons, was his three-cornered red hat.

“One last round!” he cried to the delight of his friends, “to toast the end of our employment on one ship, and to toast our future employment aboard another!”             

“Aye!” cried Tahavi, banging his olive-skinned fist on the wooden table. He threw a handful of copper coins onto the table and summoned the barmaid. “Another round for us, woman!”

She sighed and gathered up the coins before moving away.

“They are always so sad to take our money,” Imre remarked as he drained his flagon and slid it across the table to join the others. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think they were tired of us.”

“Tired of us drinking,” Bromm said, too loudly. He took a moment to calm himself before continuing. “But we’re right to be happy. We are well rid of that ship, and may Tarnilaen take them all!”

“Aye!” Tahavi cried again and slammed his fist down again. One of the clamshells they had drained earlier rattled off the table and onto the floor. Tahavi reached for it and nearly fell from his chair.

“I hope Sahat finds us a better one,” Bromm said to no one in particular. “I hope it’s a ship going somewhere exotic.”

“Like to Leiyan, to buy indigo spice!” Imre exclaimed. He brushed his dark hair back from his face and smiled with wonder. His fair cheeks were turning red as he drank, but he held his drink better than the other two.

“Or to search for the Lost City of Wonders!” Bromm cried in equal excitement.

“If a captain ever says he’s off to Kalis,” Tahavi warned, lifting himself from his chair and setting the fallen clamshell down again, “run far away from his ship. No voyage searching for the City of Wonders ever finds anything but disappointment and death. Archen went looking for it five years ago, and no one has heard from him or any of his crew since.”

“It’s out there somewhere,” Bromm slurred, looking about for the barmaid and fresh drinks. “And someone will find it eventually.”

“Until they do, it will continue to lure sailors to their deaths,” Tahavi continued.

“You sound like Sahat,” Imre laughed.

“Who sounds like me?” Sahat said, appearing behind them. he swept his black broad-brimmed hat from his bald head in a theatrical gesture. Bromm cheered and tried to stand, only to sway on his feet and fall back onto the bench.

“Sahat! Have you found us a ship?” Tahavi asked.

“I have,” the older man replied. “She’s the White Shepherd, and she’s bound for Deephold in the morning.”

“Deephold!” Bromm cried, “I’ve always wanted to see a dwarfhold. I’ve heard that it’s the largest and grandest of all the holds.”

“Aye. And their mines turn out more silversteel than everywhere else in the world put together,” Imre put in. “I’ve heard that they stretch so deep into the earth that miners go years without seeing the sun.”

“They’re dwarves,” Sahat pointed out, “They go their entire lives without seeing the sun.” He looked around. “Where’s Pyet?”

Bromm jerked a thumb toward the tavern’s staircase. “He went upstairs with the pretty wench. Poor lad couldn’t wait to spend his silver after a month at sea.”

At last, the barmaid returned with their drinks and quickly distributed them before shifting to another table. Her younger, prettier colleague’s alternate employment had left the tavern short-staffed for the moment and she was none too pleased about it.

Sahat claimed the drink meant for Pyet and downed it in a single gulp. “To the White Shepherd, and a good haul!”

Bromm and Imre cheered. Tahavi had his face in a clamshell and could not join in, though he tried, only to end up sputtering messily through the meat. Sahat moved Bromm’s drink away from him for safekeeping.

“Once Pyet gets back, we should head down to the Shepherd’s berth, so it’s time for you to quit your drinking.”

“I wasn’t finished!” Bromm complained, reaching for his drink.

“You need to sober up,” Sahat chided. “In your state, you’ll fall into the harbor before you get aboard the ship. They intend to sail with the tides, so we karabük escort cannot afford any delay. Besides, you’ve been celebrating for three days now. It’s time to get back to work.”

“The White Shepherd,” Tahavi mused aloud. “I’m not familiar with the ship. Who is the captain?”

“A man named Karnote. I believe he is Armannaise.”

“Never heard of him,” Tahavi said dismissively. “Is she a big ship?”

“Nay, a brig of perhaps eighteen guns, though she carries fewer now. She’s on the dwarfholds run.”

Bromm started in surprise as someone clapped his shoulder. Turning, he saw that Pyet had returned. The youth’s scruffy face was split by a broad smile, and Bromm saw that his breeches were still undone.

“Hello, lads!” Pyet beamed.

“Have a good fuck?” Imre asked with his own smile.

“Best silver I ever spent,” Pyet replied as his smile somehow grew wider. “She’s got the nicest little tits, if any of you want to have a go.”

“We’ve got a ship to catch,” Sahat put in before Imre could open his mouth. “Do up your belt and let’s be off.”

“Well hold on a moment,” Pyet protested. “I want to get something to eat first. Something with flavor, before we end up eating nothing but hardtack and salted cod for a month.”

Pyet left for the tavern’s kitchen, so Sahat hauled Bromm and Imre toward the door by himself. Tahavi followed at length, still holding on to the last of their clams. After an extended wait, Pyet joined them in the street outside holding a wedge of flat bread drenched in red sauce and topped with cheese and grilled vegetables.

“Had a bit too much to drink?” he asked around a mouthful of his bread.

“Never,” Bromm slurred, much to Sahat’s annoyance.

“Come on,” the bald man growled. He grabbed Bromm by the shoulder and hauled him down the quay. The four of them made their way through the thinning crowds to the White Shepherd’s berth, where they were challenged by a tall orc with a broken tusk.

“Who goes there?” the orc demanded, arms crossed over his chest. He wore a club studded with iron at his hip and a pistol in a holster across his chest. Bromm drunkenly checked that his own weapons were on his belt. He patted his own pistol hanging from his belt and in doing so, his hand brushed the hilt of the plain iron saber he had bought in Buccaneer’s Bay.

“Sahat and the other new crewmen. I spoke with your captain earlier.” Sahat replied, and Bromm noted that he was not reaching for the two daggers he wore tucked into his green and white checkered waistband.

The orc made a face of annoyance and waved them aboard before resuming his perch next to the gangplank. Taking great care not to stumble into the water as Sahat had predicted, Bromm climbed the plank to reach the brig’s deck. They were met there by a dark-skinned man with his hair in thick, coarse braids that ran down his back. He wore an orange shirt that reached to his knees beneath a wide belt buckled with brass.

“Welcome aboard,” he said in a thick, foreign accent. Bromm thought it sounded familiar, but in his drunken stupor he could not place it. “I am Dawhy, the first mate.” He held up a logbook and quill for them.

“Sign here and you’ll be a part of the crew. Once done, you can take your things down below and get set.”

They did as asked with only minimal haggling over the terms of the contracts and he ushered them belowdecks to their hammocks. Descending the steps, Bromm saw that the bow of the ship was blocked off with thick iron bars to form a cage. Within that cage, chained to the hull by collars at their necks, were a score of women, naked and huddled together. The hammocks nearest to them were all taken by sailors who lay awake, ogling their captives. Some even stood at the bars with their arms through, leaning and leering together.

Bromm frowned with disappointment at the scene, but the others pushed him along to their hammocks astern.

After setting their things in their sailors’ chests, Sahat turned to Bromm.

“You are disappointed?”

“It’s a slave ship,” Bromm said. “I thought we were done with this.”

“You wanted to see the dwarfhold, didn’t you? This ship is going there.”

“Surely there was another ship going there. One without slaves?”

“Well, next time you find us a ship and I’ll get drunk in the tavern.” Sahat threw himself into his hammock and pretended to roll over and sleep. Despite the drink, Bromm could tell he was pretending. The man had not even undressed himself and the daggers in his waistband were surely making his feigned sleep uncomfortable.

Bromm doffed his boots and swung into his hammock, but he groaned when he saw a familiar face approaching. Skinny, with thinning hair drawn into a gray tail, the sea rat named Guldrin beamed at Bromm as he strode down the deck to greet him.

“Hello again, Bromm,” the old man said quietly, taking care not to wake the other sleepers. “You’ve chosen a good ship to sign on with.”

“Were that true, you would not be here with me,” Bromm groused. Guldrin laughed, his mouth showing off his rotting osmaniye escort teeth.

“It’s good to see you again,” the old man said, clapping a hand to Bromm’s shoulder like an old friend. “Welcome aboard, you’ll love it here. It’s the best work you could ask for. Easy pay, the thrill of the hunt, all the wenches you can fuck, and at the end, you sell them for sweet silver and never have to see them again. Then it’s off to the Coast to catch some new ones! I worked this route once many years ago, but our captain lost his ship to some bad deals and I had to go south to recover. But I’m back now!”

“This is a route?” Bromm asked.

“You’ve never heard of it? I suppose you are young. But yes, it’s a route. One of the richest in all the sea. See, we’re just a few hundred miles from the Bountiful Coast, the best raiding territory in all the world. A pirate can put ashore, capture a village and resupply on timber, pitch, grain, fruit, and whatever else he needs. But most of all, he can take their people. The people of the Coast are sold in slave markets from Zahir to the Imperial City itself! And for good reason. Their men know how to work and their women are the most beautiful in all the world. So we raid the villages and sell the men to the Empire and the women to the dwarves.”

“Why not the men to the dwarves? What use do they have for women?”

Guldrin laughed. “My boy, you have so much to learn. Dwarves don’t need men. Humans wouldn’t last a week in their mines. No, you have to be a dwarf to survive down there. But they need women. For dwarves are all men. You look surprised. You never thought it odd that you’ve never seen a dwarf woman? There are none. For a dwarf to sire a son, he needs a human woman. Not many women will volunteer to live in a mountain cavern with short, hairy, soot-covered runts, so the dwarves buy them instead. And they pay in silver, gold, gems, sometimes even silversteel, so I’ve been told. You’ve struck it rich on this route, you’ll see.”

“That all sounds wonderful, but I will be moving on soon enough,” Bromm replied, swinging himself into his hammock. Guldrin shrugged.

“Suit yourself. I’ll be here when you decide to come back.” The old sea rat wandered away and left Bromm to sulk drunkenly in his hammock.

The following morning, Bromm awoke with a ferocious headache. Up on deck, the air was thick with seagulls as two longboats towed their brig out into the open sea, where she unfurled her sails and caught the wind. In short order, they were sailing north at a respectable nine knots. Bromm found Sahat and Imre in the ship’s prow, cleaning themselves off in the ship’s showers.

“Did you know Guldrin was aboard?” Bromm demanded. Sahat merely shrugged, letting the salty water pour down his naked back.

“He goes where he goes,” Sahat replied easily. “I was not going to let his presence keep us from getting a good berth.”

“It’s not a good berth if he’s here,” Bromm complained.

“What do you care?” Imre asked. “Guldrin is a rat, but he’s harmless enough. And he likes you.”

“Why I cannot understand, I’ve never shown him kindness,” Bromm grumbled. “I find him repugnant, and his glee over this slaver’s ship is why.”

“They pay,” Sahat said with another shrug. “I had no idea you were such a priest about all this.”

“We’ll find a new ship in Deephold,” Bromm said and stalked off.

The others left him alone for the day, but in the evening after the sun went down, he found himself dicing on deck with them all and some other sailors.

“You’ve barely secured a new source of wages and you’re already losing them again,” Imre taunted as he scraped up Pyet’s bet at the end of their game.

“What good is money if you never spend it?” Pyet asked. He leaned back on his seat, and upturned bucket, and took a long draw from his gin bottle. Bromm laughed and distributed the dice for another hand.

“Who’s betting?” he called out. Pyet’s new friend Lukodo put down a handful of coins and was soon joined by Bromm and his friends.

“Lukodo,” Pyet said as he peeked at his dice. “How long have you been aboard the Shepherd?”

“Eight months,” Lukodo replied. The man was tall, muscular, and very dark-skinned. Bromm thought he might be a cousin to the first mate, though he had a lighter accent.

“How does the captain treat you?” Imre asked, then added “I’ll open the bidding since I won. Three threes.”

“He’s fair enough. Discipline is harsh on those out of line but follow the rules and you’ll make out alright.”

“Four threes,” Tahavi said, continuing the bidding. “How does the route treat you?”

“Usually quite well. The Shepherd can sail up most rivers on the coast, so we can raid far inland for captives. The captain has a contact at the Guild who gives him a good price for wives, so we make out well.”

Bromm stole a peek at his dice again. “Four fours. Wives? Tell me about that.”

“Four fives,” Lukodo said. “Wives, the dwarves need them to breed more dwarves. They buy slaves, make treaties with the villages around their hold, sometimes raid marmaris escort for them themselves. Dwarves who leave the hold to make a fortune try to bring back wives when they come home.”

“Five fives,” said Pyet. “What’s a wife worth to a dwarf?”

“Depends on the dwarf. The rich ones have private harems filled with the most beautiful women they can buy. The rest use the Wives’ Guild, which is more like a brothel. Dwarves fuck a woman and leave, then just hope the woman bears his son.”

“Six fives,” bid Sahat. “Hope? Is that all they get?”

“It’s all they can get,” Lukodo replied. “Unless they have enough money to buy a wife for themselves.”

“And this ship provides the wives,” Bromm supplied.

“This and many others. The dwarves love their gold jealously and give it up for little. Wives are one of the only commodities dear enough to them to win away their gold.”

Imre bid six fives, but Bromm pressed Lukodo further.

“What of the women you sell them?”

“What of them?” Lukodo replied. “I spare them little thought, once they’re off my ship.”

“Surely it is no crueler fate to be pampered in a dwarven harem than in a Torvuls brothel,” said Tahavi. “Seven fives.”

“Liar,” Bromm called. Tahavi sighed and they all lifted their cups, proving Bromm right. Tahavi surrendered a die, and they began the next hand.

“Three twos,” Tahavi said, beginning the bidding.

“What is the Guild like?” Bromm asked.

Lukodo shrugged. “It has sunlight at least. It’s built at the edge of the mountain and even has a balcony that overlooks the harbor. You’ll like Deephold, just you wait.”

“I’ve heard it’s wondrous,” Bromm said. Is it really built into the side of a mountain? Four twos.”

“Aye. The harbor is a cavern entrance and we will sail right into its mouth to shelter beneath the mountain itself. Five twos. I’ve never seen a better place to wait out a bitter northern storm.”

“I’ve heard terrible things about northern storms,” Pyet said, “But I’ve spent all my time in the south. Five fours.”

“They’re terrible,” replied Lukodo, his gaze going distant for a moment. “We lost seven men in the last one, which is why we put into Sanctum Port. Normally, we go from the raiding site to Deephold and then back to raiding. But this time we had to rest and repair.”

“Six fours,” bid Sahat. “Is that common?”

“Northern storms can be fierce,” Imre said before adding his bid. “Six fives.”

“That much is true,” Lukodo agreed, “Tough this was a more ferocious storm than I have ever seen. It snapped two spars clean in half.”

“Seven fives,” bid Tahavi.

“Perhaps the people of the Coast called down Azlit’s wrath upon you for your plundering,” Bromm suggested airily. “Seven sixes.”

“Liar!” called Pyet. Bromm lifted his cup and they all groaned, for beneath it were four sixes, which combined with one more from Lukodo and a pair from Imre made Bromm the winner.

“Imre, stop rolling sixes,” Pyet chided, “between your rolls and Bromm’s damnable luck, I will lose all my money before we make port again.

“What do you have to spend it on out here except gambling?” Bromm laughed back at him.

“You’ll not find a whore out on the seas unless she’s a mermaid,” Sahat laughed.

“There’s whores down below,” Lukodo said plainly. The others turned to him with quizzical looks.

“The man Kannad, the actor, he usually opens the cage at night to pimp the girls,” Lukodo went on. “Sometimes its hard to sleep at night from all the fucking going on. I like to watch, but if there’s an especially pretty one, I’ll throw in some coins.”

“Think it might be open tonight?” Pyet asked.

“Why ask when we could see for ourselves?”

Pyet stood up. “I’m afraid my heart’s no longer in this game, lads. I’m off to belowdecks to find a woman.”

He stood up and walked away from the game. Leaning against the gunwale, Sahat looked around to the other gamblers.

“I think I might join him,” he said after a pause. Bromm glowered at the deck as Imre wordlessly stood up and followed the others toward the hatch. Lukodo scooped up his coins and followed them. Sighing heavily, Bromm and Tahavi stood up and abandoned the game as well.

Down below, the cage was locked up tight. But sitting on a rude stool in front of its iron door was a grizzled old man with a glassy left eye, nearly split by a long scar running from the bridge of his nose to his ear.

“Kannad,” Lukodo began, “Is the cage open tonight?”

Kannad cast a glassy eye over them and scowled.

“We just left port this morning and you sea rats are already looking to get your cocks wet?” he spat onto the deck. “I suppose I might as well let you in. Coin is coin, after all.”

He stood up from his stool and removed a thick iron key from his wide belt. He reached for the door, then stopped and turned around.

“Most of you are new, so I’ll lay down the rules. You pay for one girl, you get one girl. There’s nineteen in there, but you only fuck the ones you pay for. Cum outside the girls, the dwarves won’t be happy if we sell them a woman carrying your bastard. Leave your weapons out here,” he commanded. “I won’t have any of the girls getting crazy ideas with a stolen pistol or knife. In fact, it can get messy in there so I would leave all your clothes out here. And when you’re done, get in the showers. We all have to smell you on this little ship, so show some respect to the crew. Now, money upfront.”

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“Equestis Dominus”

As Selene finished the incantation, she stepped back to observe her work. The pentacle glowed a brilliant purple and seemed to rise up in a dome. The inscriptions drawn in a circle around the pentacle exuded a strange light blue that complemented the dome.

“I hope that’s how it’s supposed to look…” She murmured to herself.

Glancing around the chamber, she was surprised to find her personal guard lying dead.

Selene jumped as a silky voice from behind her spoke. “Greetings, my dear princess.”

Selene whirled to find her stepmother, Queen Nativa, standing there. “Hello, Mother.” She spat.

The queen gave her a slight grin as she looked over the circle.

“It seems that you have indeed summoned something. Why do you resist me, girl? As my heir you will inherit the Kingdom when I die..”

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“I’m sorry, honey, but that’s just not true and you know it. Your father died the way a King should… driving invaders from our lands. It was just fate that he took an arrow in the eye and died. As for the rest, you know the rule of karma just the same as I. If I did something that mean it would come back to visit me times three.”

Selene gave her stepmother a very dirty look. “You only say that in front of your hired help. I know how you really are.”

The queen tossed up her hands in irritation. “I’ve had it! I can’t even talk to you. Guards, seize her! We’ll continue this back at the castle.”

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He was a little over six feet tall, not nearly as tall as the guard but it was obvious he wasn’t intimidated. As he backed the guard up, she got to appreciate his true size. He was big around and looked fairly muscled. His shoulders dwarfed her and were as big as the guard’s.

“Slick, you should be a little more respectful of women.” The man said in a quiet voice.

“That’s a practice tip on his blade.” Came a voice. “It can’t hurt you.”

The guard looked ümraniye escort over at a small, compact man. “Thanks, Captain.”

He looked back at the man summoned from the light, and smiled. As quick as a cat, the man punched with his right hand, smashing the hilt into the guard’s temple and dropping him like a rock. The purple man looked over at the Captain of the guard and smiled.

“A weapon is only as good as the man using it.” The purple man again spoke in the same quiet voice. But it seemed to carry to everyone in the cavern.

“Okay, men, there is now an obstacle in our way. Kindly remove it.” The Captain stated in an equally quiet voice that carried just as well.

As the guards started forward the man in purple held up a hand. “Halt!”

The command had the intended effect…every one of the guards stopped still in their tracks. They all looked at the Captain uncertainly.

The summoned man turned to the Captain. “I’m a little new to this world. Might I have a minute to get a few things straightened out?”

The Captain looked the man in purple over and nodded. “You seem to be a man of honor and you have no weapon. Ask the princess what she will have of you.”

The man in purple bowed to the captain and turned to Selene with his eyebrows raised. “Princess, eh?”

She colored at this. “Yes, I am, good knight. And I beseech you to aid me in my time of need.”

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The Time War

By Gary LM Martin

Chapter 18: The People’s Republic of Eastern Vietnam

The Temporal Social Justice Warriors:

Craig Fuller had a secret love.

When Craig Fuller had joined the Community, he had assured Maria Jefferson that he was inanimasexual, that is, he only had sex with inanimate objects, usually soft ones with slits in the center of them–pillows, balls, holes in walls, anything he could cut open and insulate with soft material. Maria had been hesitant to let Craig into their group–after all, Craig was a white male, but after being strictly assured by Dana Slotkin, his sponsoring friend, that he had no attraction to women, Maria allowed him to join the group, perhaps as the organization’s token inanimasexual.

The trouble was, that Craig was beginning to feel an attraction to his friend Dana, and he thought she might feel the same too. They had become friends at UC Berkeley, when both joined the Equality! Justice! Weed! Coalition. Craig was a “safe” friend for girls to have, because as he explained, he wasn’t attracted to women. Attraction to girls was… messy. Girlfriends could argue with you, or break up with you, or hurt your feelings. But a solid object, like a tennis ball with a slit cut into it, were so much simpler, so much easier to have relationships with.

And Craig felt that way for a time. The problem was, now his thoughts were evolving. Every time he watched Maria kiss Dana in the Community Room, he found his chest tightening and he turned away. And then yesterday evening, when Maria announced to everyone that he was going to his bedroom to give Dana some “tender loving care”, Dana’s eyes had caught his, and it seemed she saw the hurt in them, and she gave him a sad smile. Dana was doing that more and more often lately, smiling at him, and it felt good, but it also hurt too. He began to wonder if making love to Dana might not be even better than making love to a tennis ball with a slit in it.

********

Craig wasn’t the only one troubled by the web of relationships inside the Community. Keith Ashanti wasn’t entirely happy either. He had let his wife Hillary persuade him to join the Community. She told him how Maria was working to change history and to give black people justice for centuries of oppression. Keith didn’t know what to think when he first met Maria; he had expected to meet a black woman, and he found himself face to face with a white man. But Hillary assured him that however Maria looked, he was as black on the inside as they were, and was an excellent advocate for social justice for people of color.

And so Keith had joined the Community. He was amazed when he learned about the Time Tunnel, and the true nature of Maria Jefferson’s project. He had thought it was simply all rhetoric. He was surprised to find it was reality.

But one reality that Keith didn’t fully understand when he joined was the nature of equality among the members of the Community. During the joining ceremony, Keith and Hillary had been made to pledge their commitment to total equality–economically, socially, and even sexually. That last component made Keith frown, but he said the words, even as he wasn’t entirely sure of the meaning.

It was only later that he learned what it meant. In theory, anyone could demand that anyone else have sex with them. To refuse would leave one open to charges of “hoarding sexual wealth”. Keith had looked at the other men, John Cummings, Elijah Ellison, Red Bull, and Ahmed Ahmad, and wondered who would have the balls to try and have sex with his wife while Keith was still above ground. It seemed they all had the good sense not to try.

But that reticence didn’t apply to Maria. It seemed the rule against “hoarding sexual wealth” was meant to benefit him, and him only. He could and did have his pick of the women. Mostly, it didn’t matter, as they were all enthralled by him, and unmarried… all except for Hillary, Keith’s wife.

The first time Maria had put his arms around Hillary, Keith had been enraged. But Hillary had gestured with her eyes for him to be calm. Afterwards she had spoken to him in hushed tones, telling him that it was all just for show, and that she would never, ever let it go too far.

And so Keith let it continue, and he was forced to watch as matters progressed. When Maria saw that Keith didn’t object to his putting his arms around Hillary, he took her in his arms again and gave her a kiss. Keith was outraged, but still did nothing. And then before long Keith found himself sitting, furiously at the long dinner table, watching as Hillary sat on Maria’s lap, squealing as Keith fondled her breasts.

“The fruits of Mama Africa,” Maria said, in a low tone, with a wicked smile, as he squeezed Hillary’s breasts. Keith was livid. He wanted to strangle Maria. Somehow he forced himself to remain still as Maria fondled and then kissed his wife. But then it got even worse. Maria, sensing the power he had over Keith, said, “This is quite a piece of African üsküdar escort ass you have here, Keith. You don’t mind sharing the sexual wealth, do you?”

Keith bit his lips. His fists were clenched under the table. He shook his head.

Maria looked at Hillary. “You see, dear? I told you he didn’t mind.” And then as Keith watched, Maria slipped a hand inside her shirt and squeezed Hillary’s ripe melons. “You believe in redistribution of sexual wealth, don’t you, Keith?” Squeeze squeeze squeeze. “You want all of us to experience what you’ve been hoarding, don’t you?” Squeeze squeeze. “And what a wealth it is,” he said, staring Hillary in the eye for a long moment, and something special passed between them. Then they kissed.

That night, Keith was enraged. He wanted to kill Maria. Or leave the group. Or both. Hillary tried to calm him down. “Keith, we can’t leave.”

“Just watch me!”

“Do you really think Maria is going to let us leave, knowing all we do about the Time Shaft?” She grabbed his hands. “Darling, once we joined, we’re in. There’s no going out. If we try to leave, they’ll find us. They have the Time Shaft, remember?”

Keith understood. “But… you promised me you wouldn’t let things go too far.”

She touched his face tenderly. “I promise.”

And Hillary kept her promise… for two whole days.

********

Two days later, Maria stood up after a satisfying dinner that the girls had prepared. The girls were still assigned to cooking duty while the men worked on the next mission, which rankled them to no end. But in front of Maria, they were all smiles. “Hillary, come here, honey bun,” he said, waggling his finger.

Keith preemptively clenched his fists under the table while Hillary practically danced into Maria’s arms. Maria gave her a passionate kiss, and what was worse, Hillary seemed to give as good as she got. Maria smiled as he held her in his arms. “Hillary, my dear, have I ever shown you my fine collection of African nipple rings?”

“No, Maria, you haven’t,” said Hillary, in an artificially high voice.

“Come,” he said, smiling knowingly, leading her to his bedroom.

Keith pushed his chair back, scraping it loudly against the floor, and stood up, his face flushed with anger. He moved between Maria and his path to his quarters.

“Is there some problem, Keith?” Maria asked mildly, as he held Keith’s wife in his arms.

Keith looked around. Suddenly, he was surrounded by John Cummings, Elijah Ellison, Red Bull, and Ahmed Ahmad, and they all looked none too friendly.

Keith sucked in his lips. “No… no problem,” he said, in a hoarse whisper.

“You want to share your sexual wealth with me, do you not?”

Keith gave a strained nod.

“Good,” said Maria. He turned to Hillary. “Say goodnight to hubby, dear.”

“Goodnight, Keith,” said Hillary. Somehow, that hurt him worse than anything. He watched as the two went into Maria’s quarters, and then the door slammed shut.

********

The next morning Keith was awoken by a hand grazing his shoulder. He immediately woke up and saw Hillary, looking pleased with herself. “What did you do?” he demanded.

“What I had to do,” she said.

“You said you wouldn’t let it go this far,” said Keith, suddenly getting out of bed.

“Keith… it was just once. Maria needed to show the others, to demonstrate his… his power,” said Hillary. “It won’t happen again.”

“It better not!” said Keith, his eyes wide.

She kissed him. He resisted, only slightly. “It won’t,” she said softly.

********

Maria was all smiles at breakfast. “Keith!” he said, shaking his hand. “Did you sleep well?”

Keith nodded.

“Good, because we have a busy day ahead of us,” said Maria. “Before we get down to business, I want to welcome our newest recruits, Pablo Guzman and his lovely wife, Joy Montana.”

Keith turned and saw a Spanish couple sitting at the long breakfast table. Pablo was a thin Spanish man with a small moustache. He looked ordinary. His wife, Joy Montana, did not. She had a gorgeous face, and even more gorgeous breasts, big, juicy looking things which stuck out of her shirt. Keith had a sinking feeling he knew why they had been recruited, and he wondered if Pablo was aware of all the rules when they had joined.

“-for the longest time I realized that Spanish people, Latinos, Latinas, Hispanics, Herspanics, were all underrepresented here,” said Maria. “In fact, as a black Latina trisexual woman of color, until today I was the only Hispanic in our group! I found such tokenism unacceptable. That’s why I want you to give Pablo and Joy a big hand and welcome them all to the group!”

Everyone clapped. Pablo gave a weak smile. Joy, seeing the expression on the faces of the men, gave a broader one.

“And now we get down to business,” said Maria. “One of the greatest injustices of the 20th century was the capitalist war against the people of Vietnam. The people of Vietnam were minding their own business, building a communist utopia, gaziemir escort when all of a sudden white people from America arrived in helicopter gunships and started murdering women and children by the millions. It was a crime of race, of white against yellow. And while I am not a yellow person, as a woman of color my sympathies naturally are with whoever is being oppressed by the white man.”

“I agree wholeheartedly,” said Chloe Weatherly, and the other white girls also nodded, eager to be on the right side of history.

“I’m glad to hear that,” Maria smiled.

“So what are we going to do? Can we prevent the Vietnam War from happening?” Dana Slotkin asked.

“Not exactly,” said Maria. “It would be too difficult to prevent the war of aggression against the peace loving people of Vietnam. I’m thinking more in the category of payback.”

“Payback?” said Dana.

“Yes,” said Maria. “Just as America invaded Vietnam, Vietnam will invade America.”

********

Maria was meeting with General Vo Nguyen Giap, a senior member of the North Vietnamese Politburo and North Vietnamese Minister of Defense. Maria, who had been brainstamped with both Russian and Vietnamese, was impersonating a senior member of the Comintern, sent to them by comrade Leonid Brezhnev himself. He was trying to persuade the General to take bold action.

“To invade America?” said General Giap. “But it is so big!”

“You needn’t invade all of it,” said Maria. “California should be sufficient.”

“The Americans would fight back,” said Giap.

“No they wouldn’t,” said Maria. “You have seen how the Americans have run with their tails between their legs. You have defeated the United States armed forces all on your own. California would be ripe for the picking. The people would even welcome you.”

“They would?”

“Californians are different from other Americans,” said Maria. “They love socialism. They love one party government. They love high taxes, and government control of every facet of their lives. They love redistribution. In places like Berkeley, San Francisco, and Oakland, they would welcome you with parades and cheers.”

“Really?” said General Giap. He stared at a wall, and drummed his fingers on his desk. He was obviously giving the idea some thought. Then he said, “They would never accept being ruled by a Vietnamese.”

“That’s why you’d need the perfect puppet ruler,” said Maria. “And I know someone who would be perfect… a very popular American actress….”

********

It was a terrifying sight to behold, and it came with little or no warning.

Major Reynold’s team was checking out a report that the North Pole was melting. It turned out to be a false alarm. So he activated the recall device to open a gateway back to the Continuity Service Headquarters. While they waited for the gateway to open, Calle noticed one of the team members, Lieutenant Moshe Hill, was jerking his head slightly.

“Are you all right?” Calle asked.

“I… yeah,” said Hill. He took a deep breath. “I’m fine. Just a bit tired, I guess.”

Hill didn’t look tired. He looked agitated.

The gateway opened. Major Reynolds gave Hill another glance, and stepped through. Erica Green was next, followed by Daniel Acton, and then Moshe Hill and Calle.

They walked through the Binochi Corridor, following the lit path leading back to the lab. The brightly colored mist swirled around them.

And then, before they had gotten halfway back to the lab, Lieutenant Hill suddenly stiffened, cried out, and ran off the lighted path, into the swirling mists.

“Come back!” Major Reynolds cried.

“Nooo!” Erica Green yelled.

They watched helplessly as Hill ran screaming into the mists.

“We have to go after him,” said Calle.

“We can’t!” Reynolds yelled. “If we go off the path, we’ll be lost forever!”

“But we can’t just leave him here!” said Calle.

Reynolds grabbed him by his shirt. “He’s gone! Now get going!” He pushed Calle roughly, so that he was now in front of him.

Calle grudgingly started walking. In moments, they were back in the control room.

********

“It sounds like a classic case of temporal psychosis,” said Doctor Vladek.

“What causes it?” said Calle.

Vladek shrugged. “We don’t know. It could be from the cumulative effect of time travel. It could be something from the Binochi Corridor. It could be many things.”

“We have to reopen the Corridor. Moshe is still in there, somewhere,” Calle said.

“He’s gone, Captain,” said Strayker, giving him a furious look while he puffed on his nuclear cigar. “It’s time to move on.”

“A man is dead, and you say it’s time to move on?” said Calle.

“Captain, I have seven teams out checking for temporal incursions. I’m responsible for the lives of 79 people on this base, and ultimately, the lives of every person in the history of mankind. This is a war, and in war, there are casualties,” said Strayker. “The sooner you accept that, the better off you’ll be.” He turned sancaktepe escort and stomped off.

********

“It happens,” said Sarah, staring at 15 different holoscreens.

“How often?” Calle asked.

“Sometimes.”

“How often is sometimes?” Calle asked.

Sarah said, “Sometimes means… sometimes.” She raised an eyebrow. “Commander Strayker, please report to the control room immediately.”

Strayker came in a moment later, trailing behind an Indian woman with long dark hair and very round buttocks. “What is it?” he said.

“It’s California, sir.”

“What about it?” Strayker asked.

“It seems to be part of another country.” Sarah pointed to a holoscreen.

Strayker looked at it. It showed a holobroadcast from… The People’s Republic of East Vietnam.

********

“California, or Bang Pham Phoo, as it is now called, is now almost unrecognizable,” said Sarah. “It has nothing in common with the rest of America. It encourages illegal immigration and rampant drug use. The government controls every aspect of civilian life, from employee wages to rent control to car sizes to recycling rules to… hundreds of other areas of private life.”

“How did this come about?” Strayker asked.

“After the United States pulled out of Vietnam in 1973, Vietnam launched an invasion of California in 1975. It sent troops stealthily across the Pacific in merchant vessels. They disembarked in Mexico and crossed the border into California. Back in the 20th century, there was no force field or atomic land mines demarking the border. The Vietnamese quickly took power, and were even greeted as liberators in most of California’s major cities. They installed a puppet ruler, a communist sympathizer named Jane Fonda who appeared in exercise videos every morning to encourage the population to perform tai chi. As a result, California is now the Democratic Republic of Eastern Vietnam.”

“How are we going to reverse this?” Strayker asked.

“I’ve read up on the history,” said Daniel. “The new history, that is. The United States government, having just been defeated in Vietnam, was severely demoralized. They lost the will to fight. I don’t see how we can give it back to them.”

“I read about the opposition to the Vietnam war,” said Strayker. “American society rotted from within. The hippie culture, drug use, and left wing propaganda made them lose the war as much as the Vietnamese did.”

“That’s it!” said Daniel, standing up abruptly. “That’s how we’ll reverse this.”

“What do you mean?” said Strayker.

“We’ll fuel the antiwar movement in Vietnam,” said Daniel.

********

Suddenly, Weed started appearing on college campuses in Vietnam in large quantities. Posters sprouted up calling for an end to the Eastern Vietnam War with catchy slogans such as “Make Weed Not War”. Rallies were held, more Weed was consumed, and there was also a lot of free love.

The Continuity Service kidnapped a number of leading journalists and news broadcasters and had them brainwashed, under the personal supervision of Doctor Vladek.

Calle watched one of the journalists being brainwashed. He saw an elderly Vietnamese broadcaster, tied to a chair, forced to hear Doctor Vladek’s soothing voice saying “You hate Vietnam. You hate Vietnam. You hate Vietnam.” Over and over.

Calle questioned that. “Shouldn’t you be programming them specifically to oppose the war, rather than hating their own country?”

“There’s no need,” said Vladek. “Once they are trained to hate their own country, they naturally want to see it defeated in war. One follows the other.” He stared into the indoctrination chamber. “800 repetitions.”

“What?”

“On average, it takes 800 repetitions to convince them. 800 repetitions to make a fact,” said Vladek.

“Just repeating a phrase, over and over, gets the subject to believe it?” Calle asked.

Vladek nodded. “That is how the mind works. When presented with the same stimulus, over and over, it eventually accepts it, no matter how odd or outlandish. Do you know, back in the 21st century, people believed that men could become women or women could become men, simply by declaring themselves the opposite gender. And the population accepted that! Preposterous, isn’t it? And yet the population believed it, because the mainstream media repeated that simply deciding you were a different gender was not only possible but highly virtuous. One study found that as few as 200 repetitions in the mainstream media could convince them of that. Or convince them of anything.”

Calle looked uneasily into the indoctrination room again. He wondered what he may have been told by the media 200 times and accepted as a given…..

********

Daniel’s plan worked. The Vietnamese had successfully invaded California, but two years later the Vietnamese military, totally demoralized, withdrew of its own accord. Every day news broadcasters in Vietnam would highlight some atrocity committed by Vietnamese soldiers in California. Every military victory by the Vietnamese army was underreported, and every Vietnamese casualty was over reported by the Vietnamese media, accompanied by weeping image of grieving family members. The news media became a wall to wall montage of war crimes committed by the Vietnamese military on the one hand, and casualties and losses suffered by the Vietnamese military on the other. Vietnam basically defeated itself from within.

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Angel remembered waking briefly – snatches of sight and sound, fragmented memories of being moved, moments of pain from the piercings in her nipples and clit. But the darkness soon overwhelmed and reclaimed her consciousness.

When she finally awoke, it was to clarity. She lay on a hard, warm mattress – naked with no bedclothes covering her. The air about her felt still and smelled stale. She moved and when she could hear echoes of that movement, the realisation that she occupied some small cell began to sink in.

Surprisingly her body was comfortable; she felt terrific – no hunger, no thirst, no pain. No pain? Her hands began exploring her breasts, seeking out the piercings. A large ring still lay embedded in the flesh of each nipple, the touch of her fingers causing them to harden and her breath to catch.

Her hand crept down to her clit, hoping to find that it, too, still lay clasped in the grip of a cold metal ring. A slight movement of her hips confirmed it was and when her fingers reached the piercing, their gentle probing touch made her heart race and her pelvis buck as a sudden intense orgasm racked her body. Joyous – and exhausted – at her discoveries, she drifted off again to happy sleep.

A tongue slipped between her pussy lips, gently probing her, lapping at her flesh, the rasp of hair between her thighs, the feel of her legs wrapped around smooth skin. An orgasm ripped through her, slamming her backwards against the mattress, as her hands desperately pulled at the long hair to hold that lapping tongue tight to her cunt. The tongue was ceaseless, exploring her, teasing at the ring under her clit, soaking up the juices squirting from her cunt as she came hard, yet again. She couldn’t stop cumming, her cunt pulsing with each unyielding probe of the warm, wet tongue. Fingers entered, exploring, probing, pushing deep to fuck her cunt, and the tongue still continued to move against her. Her body was a screaming, intense searing force of pleasure, her breasts heaved as she strained to breathe against the intensity of each orgasm.

Gradually the world swam back into focus, with the sweet face of a smiling redhead beaming down at her, kissing her gently, licking at her mouth. The room was redolent of her sex.

“Welcome to heaven, sweetie. You are going to love it here.” The voice of her seductress was low and husky, and her hands began to feel the curvy hips and butt, barely concealed beneath a silk shift. Two overflowing tits were firm against her own small tits, the pressure causing her nipples to harden at the press of the rings.

A gentle light was filtering in through the door, and Angel looked about, seeing the confines of her small cell. “Where am I?”

“You’re in a private little room off the infirmary. We put you here to rest and sleep in peace. I got tired of waiting for you to wake up, so I thought I’d come and give you a wake-up call.”

“Thank you,” breathed Angel. “It was divine. Can you wake me like that every morning?”

The warm weight in her arms laughed, and her smile broke into a broad grin. “I will be happy to wake you like that every morning you want me to. Oh sweetie, I am going to love having you around!”

Angel found herself clasped into the bosom of her new friend. “Please,” she managed to gasp around the warm tit-flesh her face was buried in. “Who are you?”

“I’m Brandi. And I’m your guide and your best friend over the next few weeks. Maybe longer! Oh, we are going to have so much fun. Come on, you must be starving – let me take you to the kitchen.”

Brandi slid off Angel to stand next to the small bed, and leaned down to pull the quivering blonde to her feet. Angel swayed, gradually gaining her balance – and the room seemed to sway and spin slowly.

“I don’t feel right. I feel all light,” she said softly to Brandi.

“Oh, you won’t feel right yet, sweetie. You weigh less on this world and also…” Brandi’s hands gently ran over the naked skin of Angel’s breasts, and her gorgeous grin returned. “You are a little more top heavy. They do like their sluts buxom here.”

“Um,” Angel stopped zonguldak escort to feel her own breasts. “What do you mean, ‘more top heavy’?”

“Can’t you tell already, sweetie? They’re bigger, and they’re going to keep growing over the next few days until they are probably the same size and shape as my gorgeous tits. Here, feel mine. Don’t you want gorgeous tits like this?”

Brandi had pulled her low cut shift to the side, exposing one of her breasts. It wasn’t huge but it was round, full and easily overflowed Angel’s hand. Gorgeous tits no doubt, but secretly Angel thought her own were perfect just as they were. Then Angel found her fingers drawn to the gold ring embedded in the nipple.

“Oh, you too?”

“Yes, me too. Look, see?” Brandi lifted her silk shift and spread her legs, displaying the ring impaling her erect and visible clit, nestled between the smooth lips of her bare cunt.

“Oh.” Angel collapsed into Brandi’s arms, crying on her shoulder. “I don’t understand!”

“Sweetie, you are on another world now.” Brandi stroked Angel’s hair, and kissed her ear and neck gently. “They do magic here. It’s far better than any surgery. You’ll be healthier, lighter, look better, stay younger, and best of all you will have the most amazing sex in your life! I think that it’s heaven.”

Angel continued to cry gently, and Brandi held her tight. “You can’t go back now,” she told her. “Your life is here now. But I wouldn’t go back. And after a week or two, you will feel the same. I’m sure of it, sweetie. Don’t cry now. Hush.”

Slowly Angel’s tears ceased as she clung tightly to her new friend. Then her attention was drawn back to Brandi’s very full breasts. “You don’t need a bra, do you?”

“Isn’t it fantastic?” Brandi giggled, and her tits bounced gently. “You’re right, no bra. My tits will stay full and bouncy like this. I love them!”

Angel’s fingers reached out to touch the gold ring of a nipple piercing, and then to trace the erect nipple. She heard the catch in Brandi’s breathing, as her fingertips explored the nipple, tugging on the piercing, squeezing the flesh around the nipple. Soon she could resist no longer and bent her head to take the fiercely-erect nipple between her teeth. With a small, brief scream, Brandi pulled Angel hard against her and pushed her crotch against Angel’s leg, cumming from the pleasure of her bitten nipple.

When Brandi’s breath had returned, she laughed softly. “Oh, I didn’t mention that you will cum much easier than you ever have. Someone playing with your tits, your clit, your cunt, your arse, even kissing you will make you cum. Sweetie, you will love it.”

Angel smiled up at Brandi through the remnants of her tears. “I love it already.”

Brandi led Angel outside the small cell, into a large open room into which morning sunlight was streaming. “It’s still early, so we will have most of the infirmary to ourselves. But later this room will be busy. So come on, let’s get to the kitchens while we can! I have to bring you back before your fitting.”

As she spoke, she had been tugging Angel by the hand toward a closed door set into the panels of the far wall. Angel pulled back. “Brandi, don’t I need some clothes?”

Brandi giggled again, and then looked a little shamefaced. “Oops! I suppose some clothing would be a good idea. Actually, you could go naked but with your looks, you wouldn’t make it half-way to the kitchens unmolested. Today is your first day and it is supposed to be a gentle introduction, not a gang rape.”

She went over to the mirrored-wall in the room. It slid aside to show it was in fact a large walk-in closet. She removed a hanger on which hung what looked to be an emerald-green satin negligee. “Will this do, or would you like to come over and pick something?”

Angel wandered over to examine the contents of the closet. Inside hung clothing of all sizes, much of it suited for colder weather than what she currently felt. Most of it was male clothing, simple shirts and trousers. But a section was devoted to displaying the female form, showing bursa escort it off to maximum advantage. It was from here that Brandi had drawn the negligee.

Angel ran her hand through the clothing, seeing silks and satins but nothing resembling a simple cotton tee-shirt. Her head was still adjusting, and she couldn’t decide on anything, so she agreed to Brandi’s initial choice of the green satin, shuddering slightly as the smooth cool fabric slid down her warm skin.

“Okay,” Brandi said, after looking her over approvingly. “Now we are ready for breakfast.”

Angel had soon lost track of the way to the kitchen and could see the practical sense of having someone to show her the ropes. She certainly hoped there were ropes and giggled to herself at the thought.

“What are you laughing at, sweetie?” Brandi looked over to her, leading her by the hand down yet another set of wooden stairs.

“I was thinking about you showing me the ropes, and hoping you would get to show me some REAL ropes soon.”

“Soon enough, sweetie. Just wait until you have your first ‘fitting’ later today!’

“What am I being fitted for?”

“Everything,” Brandi stopped moving to hug her quickly. “From clothes to shoes to collars and cuffs to… well, you will see. You are going to love being fitted for your mount.”

Brandi resumed dragging her toward the distant kitchens. Angel asked her about the ‘mount’ and what would happen when she was fitted, and would it hurt, and generally pestered Brandi with questions. But try as she might, Angel couldn’t get anything further information from her. Finally they exited the maze of corridors and stairs and found themselves in a large room heralded by the distinctive smell of hot food and coffee, with tables of various sizes, laid out café-style.

“They don’t really seem to do the dining room thing here; everyone eats in the kitchens. Just one of those differences that leap out and grab you, I guess,” Brandi explained as they helped themselves to fruit and warm crusty bread from the buffet.

“Where IS here?”

“It’s a whole different world, sweetie. I don’t know where, although the word they use to refer to it means the same as Earth. So that’s no help. I think it’s a whole different universe – some things just work differently. They have magic.”

“They have magic? Really? I know you said that before.”

Brandi leaned forward to grasp Angel’s nipples beneath her satin outfit, nudging Angel’s breasts. “You don’t think these were healed by surgery, do you? Or you’ve had some sort of mysterious breast implants?”

“Oh, yeah. Um, so what does this magic do? How does it work?”

“I don’t know exactly what it does or how it works. I do know one thing though: it uses sex. A lot of sex. And that’s why you and I are here.” Brandi laughed at Angel’s expression. “Oh, and a few other cute girls, don’t worry. You’re not the only sexual dynamo in the place.”

“So we get to have a lot of sex, all the time? With whom?”

“Everyone, honey. Anyone in this building has privileges to have sex with you. And you will love every minute of it, I’m sure. You see, you and I and the other house slaves are rather special. We are addicted to sex, we love being slaves, and we will have sex with anyone who wants it from us. Now isn’t that a huge turn on?”

Angel was staring at her across the small table, completely stunned. “You have no idea,” she finally replied. “You mean I get to have sex with anyone? Anyone at all?”

“Pretty much, sweetie.”

“Oh god, I am so wet!”

“Ooooh, you are? Let me see.” Before Angel could blink, Brandi was beneath the table, pushing aside the satin material to expose Angel’s pussy. “You finish your breakfast, sweetie,” Brandi said, looking up from between her legs. “I’ve found something else to eat.”

For the next ten minutes, Angel did her best to concentrate on eating the fruit on her platter and very carefully taking small sips of her steaming hot coffee, as all the while her body convulsed in orgasm after orgasm, her pussy malatya escort flooding Brandi’s face and tongue with her juices.

Several other people entered the room to take up food and eat, and Angel flushed in shame at being on display so sexually. Yet no one seemed to care. A few admiring glances swept their way but, apparently, sex at the breakfast table was a common-place feature.

Angel’s clit was becoming super-sensitive, and she could no longer eat, or hold her cup. Her orgasms were coming now with every heartbeat and her hips were convulsing against the chair and Brandi’s busy tongue. When Brandi slid two of her fingers up into Angel’s cunt, she began to hyperventilate, desperately trying to breathe around the intensity of each orgasm. She could no longer speak or think, her entirety of being focussed on the pleasure sweeping through her body. Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.

The morning passed in a haze, as Angel was shown around the place. It seemed much like a modernised castle or campus. Everything was interconnected and maze-like and Angel was doubtful she would ever be able to find any of the rooms or facilities again, or remember the vast number of people to whom she had been briefly introduced. Brandi managed to spend most of that time with her fingers in Angel’s hair, or holding her hand, or even with her fingers in Angel’s cunt, and that distraction didn’t help Angel’s concentration one little bit.

“Time for your first fitting,” Brandi stated, after examining the hall-way clock showing it was near mid-day. She led her to another set of stairs and they climbed to reach a clean, well-lit medical centre near where Angel had first awoken. They seated themselves on a padded bench along a wall to await the arrival of what Angel assumed would be a doctor or nurse.

Brandi’s hand slid between Angel’s legs – it seemed to be drawn there naturally. In response, Angel slid her own hand up between Brandi’s thighs and let her fingers explore the depths of the other woman’s dripping wet cunt. Soon, both Brandi and Angel were gasping; rocking forward as they impaled each other’s cunts with their flashing fingers, crying out their orgasms.

When both girls regained their breath and their fingers had slowed to idly stroking over the smooth wet flesh of each other’s cunt lips, Angel finally found her voice again.

“Brandi, please tell me – what is it I am to be fitted with?”

Brandi snuggled her head into Angel’s neck, then licked her ear, making her giggle. “I guess I can tell you now. They are going to measure the inside of your cunt and your arse, sweetie. That way they make a dildo pair to fill them both completely, that you can be suspended on.”

Angel squirmed at the thought. “Suspended?”

“They will have you against a wall, impaled and filled to overflowing with cold stone cocks. Sweetie, you are not going to believe how hard and how much you will cum. And if you are really lucky, you will get to feel the stone come alive and fuck you. I’ve only had it happen once, and I keep hoping for another time.”

“Stone? And it comes alive?”

“Hard, cold stone. It’s black and smooth like glass. They make it to fit you exactly and then they mount it so that you are pressed against the wall, with most of your weight resting on the stone inside you. And you will hang there and cum and cum. It’s an amazing experience.”

“How does it come alive?”

Brandi pushed three of her fingers back into Angel’s cunt and reached across with her other hand to push two of her fingers into squirming blonde’s arse and began to finger-fucking her. “Like this, sweetie. Like two rock hard, cold penises moving inside you, double-fucking you.”

Angel’s cunt and arse clenched at the fingers inside her. Once again her breath was caught as she resumed cumming. She was bewildered at the thought of being measured and of the stone fitting, and swept away by the constant ongoing orgasms that she had been subjected to over the day. In no time, she was crying out incoherently once again, sobbing with orgasm after orgasm. Never in her life had she had a day of so much sex and she had yet to be fucked even once!

Angel licked her fingers clean of Brandi’s cunt juices. Tired by constant walking and orgasms, and further exhausted by all of the new places and people she had seen, she snuggled into her friend and was soon asleep, dreaming of what was yet to come.

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There was a harsh silence spread over the area. I looked at Alteria as she clenched her fists, the weight of agony and sorrow threatening to consume the very essence of her being. She looked away from me, perhaps hoping that I’d not see the tears streaming down the side of her face. I knew not what I could say to such a declaration. Such a story would have made any Draegnarian laugh under different circumstances, yet laughter was too far removed from my lips when I bore witness to such a humiliated gaze. It must have sickened her to confide in me of all people, yet there was no one else to help her.

After a while, I scratched my rough chin. “So that’s why you looked so much like the queen when I gazed upon her. Then, that would mean that you share blood with the Crown Prince and his sister, aye?” I asked.

Alteria bit her lip, but finally, she sighed. “Yes. They know it, and they detest me for it like so many others do. They are just better at hiding it than everyone else. Yet, their gaze stings the most. The words hurt, the slaps hurt, but their eyes hurt the most. It is a gaze that sees me no higher than the worms that dig through the soil. It is a gaze that sees me when I am needed and thinks I don’t exist at all anywhere else. No matter what I do, no matter how loyal my heart tries to be to the empire, it… it is never enough to make them notice that I am not a threat, that I am more than what my birth purposed for me. I wish to be, but I wonder if I ever shall be,” she said, turning her back to me.

Unsurprisingly, I sensed the aura of An’raie slowly surge from within me. Even I couldn’t help feeling a measure of pity for Alteria. There was something of a kindred spirit in the Hæňgaramian knight that made me sympathize with her. For I’d known such a gaze many times in my own life.

“‘Tis the sins of her father that she might bear such a burden from her own people. Perhaps it was easier to deal with when she was away from the growing hostility of her people while she was aboard thine ship. Added to the increasing unrest of the nation as they prepare for war, the usually stern gazes turned more violent as tempers and emotions flared. They turned their frustrations against the only one they could reach,” An’raie said to me.

I watched Alteria pick up her sword, staring at its beautiful sheen with a hint of longing in her eyes that I knew I’d have to correct immediately. Were I to leave it there, she’d be lulled right back into the embrace of death.

“Yet, you said supposedly. It be as if you heard two or three separate tales of the encounter. What made you say that?” I asked.

Her silence was a bit of a blessing for me as it gave me the time to quickly peruse Liara’s memories. On the daily, she’d received numerous knowledge regarding the current happenings around D’orn and the realms thanks to the numerous workers employed under her. More often than not, they presented the information to Goron who in turn presented it to her.

I found a memory about Alteria’s supposed history with Goron telling Liara that Thellka Balamar had become pregnant with a child not of the emperor. The culprit, her father, had been sentenced to the lowest part of the Hæňgaramian prisons where he’d been constantly punished for his transgression.

It apparently sparked enough intrigue in Liara that she’d stationed a few men there to uncover more of the issue. As Alteria spoke, I began to understand that Liara had too discovered this side of the tale. Though my eyes slowly widened in surprise as I delved further and further into the memory, Alteria’s words matching it perfectly.

“My father too was a member of the Balamar family. He was set to be the head of the family, and his sister to be the wife of the emperor. Many don’t know this, but in the history of the empire, it was the Balamar family who was the first to side with the first king of the lands before Hæňgaram even existed. Supposedly, His Majesty, Lord Aldwyn, is a descendant of the first king which is why many rallied behind him when he started creating his empire. The first king promised and swore upon the land that whether there was King, Emperor, or Ruling Authority, a Balamar would always rule as Queen to the Majesty. Though the land is hardly a kingdom anymore, it’s a tradition that the Emperor fully believed in,” she said.

Aye, that was sort of true. I went through another memory and found one of King Galrik. He wasn’t the first king, but he was as far back as Liara’s allowed me to go. He had a Balamar wife named Nanilip. They were claimed to be married by a great tradition as a show of trust for the good fortune presented to them by the Goddess Illum, who Lumnina would replace over the next two thousand years. A few believed Illum and Lumnina to be the same person, but others believed them to be sisters, Illum born to divinity and Lumnina born a mortal who would achieve her divinity later.

I wasn’t sure how true this was as Liara never had a record of Lumnina speaking of Illum in any çeşme escort way, shape, or form. Either way, Alteria spoke the truth.

“Of course, not even Balamar honored this forced tradition. There had been a few black scrolls of those who ran away to escape the marriage, especially to be with another loved one. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen to my parents. Theirs was a love that was doomed from the start. My father loved my mother, his sister, as a man loves a woman. As I’ve seen you with your mother. He loved her with all his heart and she loved him too. When they were old enough, they immediately consummated their union. They would rule the Balamar family together. However, it wasn’t meant to be,” she said.

I stepped forward. “When she was old enough, your mother, Thellka, learned that she would become the wife of the emperor, the wind taken out of her sails, and the treasure to be stolen out of your father’s hands. I take it he didn’t much appreciate that,” I answered, standing next to Lady Knight. She continued to hold her head down, almost afraid of looking at anything else.

“Indeed, he did. However, it was their duty. The Balamar family was known for its regard to duty. My father spent night after night searching through articles to keep my mother away from the hands of another man. All while my mother silently wept as her father, my grandsire, prepared and trained her to wait on the hand of the Emperor. My father was almost willing to do anything to not make it happen, yet the years drew closer and their time together started coming to an end. Yet, they still loved each other. In tragedy, they poured their hearts to each as they slept together, trying to get as much time as they could. Perhaps it was the Will of Lumnina that they not be granted anymore,” she said with a pause as I looked at her. She started to tremble, lifting her head to moon, sweat pouring down her face along with her tears.

“My grandfather left on a trip but returned earlier than expected. He wanted to share news with my father. He caught them… in the midst of their act. Had things stayed the same, my mother would have been burned at the stake and my father would have been boiled in hot oil. Instead, my father…” she stood, gritting her teeth and unwilling to continue the story.

She didn’t need to. I’d figured it out. “He put on a fucking grand play that ruined the might of his name, but left the lass’ intact. They took him and we ready to execute him for defiling your mother, but your mother refused to see him die lest she follow after him. She pleaded them to spare him despite his ‘crime’ and threw him in the lowest prison. I assume that was the night you were conceived,” I said.

“Yes. Royal mages offered to alleviate her suffering of me, but she wouldn’t allow it. No one understood why she would keep a scarred memory, but I was told she sang songs to me and read me stories while I slept with her. She soothed me with lullabies and walked about with the greatest smile on her face. When the emperor found out, he allowed it. I was never told why, but then I was born, shouldering the hate of those who knew no better all on a story I’d heard from my father himself. All from the man who told me to not hate my countrymen for his sake, for the sake of what love he had left for the empire,” she said.

Now that I hadn’t anticipated. I’d assumed someone else had told her but never thought she’d learn from him herself. I had a lot more questions, but Alteria didn’t seem like she could hold fast to them. In fact, she dropped to the ground.

“And I killed him. A mask of magic shrouded my father’s face and I slew him with my sword in front of the Crown Prince and yet, he… he did not curse me. He did not blame me. Instead, he loved me. He loved me just as he loved my mother. T-That’s why I can’t find any worth in living. I have nothing left!” she said, no longer caring that I was the one she’d fallen to pieces in front of.

As a Draegnarian, I knew not how to properly comfort such sorrowful wailing. Even An’raie had grown silent while the strong Hæňgaramian turned into a simple woman sailing for more, but not finding any gleaming treasure. All I could do, all I thought was to take my coat and throw it over her head so that none, myself included, would see her brokenness. Though my ears heard, my eyes saw not.

I hadn’t counted how long Alteria cried for. Instead, An’raie and I continued to sit, or float, there as the night drew long. However, Alteria slowly stopped her wailing, preferring to stay under the darkness of my coat where none could see her.

After a time, I finally spoke. “Aye, parents. Draegnarians used to tell that there ain’t no better gambler in the highest realms or the lowest hells than a fucking parent. Whether they succeed or fail, they leave their bastards with the burden after they be gone. Even when they be alive, they can be molded from the toughest stone that makes you wonder if there başakşehir escort be any flesh underneath at all. And yet, still they fucking instill in you all that they can in some way to make sure you ain’t gonna be the fuck up that they were, to improve upon what came before, to be granted the freedom to carve your own path and sail the seas of your own life. Should my children pass, I wish them to pass in a different manner from me for that shall be the proof that they were more like me than either of us knew,” I replied as I stood, remembering my children who were no longer living.

I cursed Alteria for she’d made me remember them and the fact that I’d likely never see them again. While they were bastards and bitches born of my foolhardy mistakes more often than not, I still loved the little shits all the same. I’d grand them all the treasure of the realms if I could. I wondered what stigma they must have faced being tied to the name of the most powerful pirate to sail the seas of D’orn. Perhaps I’d never know now.

“Whether you wish to live or not, the last person who can give you an answer would be me. Though if you feel there be nothing left to live for, then venture out and discover what shall. Though your military might think otherwise, there be more to D’orn than the empire. I challenge you to discover it for yourself. And, even if you don’t wish that, you should at least avenge the death of your father. Swear that you will make the fucker who toyed with you feel double, nay triple the pain that he caused you. If your father really loved this lot enough to forgive any slight or slander against him, what shall you tell him if you’re gone and the enemy yet breathes?” I asked.

Alteria didn’t respond to my words for a long time. I knew not what she was doing underneath my coat, but I didn’t try to peek to gauge. If she left it on, then that meant she really wished it to stay.

“Zevmar is dead. What can I avenge against the dead?” she asked. Her tone was still wrought with grief. I absently noticed the trembling of her arms.

“The plans of the dead can yet still form even while they rot in the ground. If you wish to know more than that, you best hold your head up for now. Zevmar’s plans still move and I’ve no doubt he’s conspired with a greater enemy at the doors of your empire. A foe even your father would have hated to his very core,” I answered.

I waited for Alteria to respond. After some time, she stood up and tossed me my coat. Her eyes were red from her tears and her forehead was laced with sweat. She still didn’t seem any better than when she’d broken down the first time. The fire that I’d seen in her eyes back on Hilvir had dimmed to an almost small flame ready to be snuffed out. Yet, that flame kept burning anyway, its embers not giving way against the suffocating pressure.

“It loathes me to admit it, Eric Drakclaw, but… I don’t know if I can,” she replied, struggling to not lower her eyes back to the ground.

I smirked. “Aye, well that’s what you have me for, Lass. I’ll make sure you fucking can,” I returned, making her look into my eyes. For all the trouble I’d gone through, I’d not let her fall so easily even if she was a Hæňgaramian.

Finally, she sighed. I wasn’t sure whether she believed me or not, but clearly, she knew that she would not be joining her father tonight. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to walk back,” she voiced with her speech as rough and dry as salt water.

I knew I could just take her and teleport back to our lodgings, but I found myself accepting of her desires. “Aye, fine. Though don’t think I’ll be leaving you out here alone. Besides, it’s best I fill you in on what you missed after your first attempt,” I said, throwing my coat over my shoulder and marching back through the woods the way I’d come.

The whole time I felt Alteria’s gaze on me. I then sensed her follow after me, the crunch of the leaves beneath her feet. While we walked, we never spoke much. The last few minutes were fresh in both our minds, and I realized that this was one of the few times I’d been truly alone with the Hæňgaramian Knight-Captain. Two natural enemies walked side by side.

“For once, I’d like to hear your voice, Eric Drakclaw. Listening to it means I won’t have to listen to my own,” she uttered softly. She’d begun lagging behind me which made me slow my pace on numerous occasions.

“Then you be in luck, I’ll be talking a lot,” I returned. From then on, I told her of what happened to me and the Cult of Alġnoth.

Surprisingly, she showed no visible concern over the name unlike the rest of her countrymen back at Lorentia’s table. I offered her several theories about what this could mean. It was likely that Zevmar was a member of this cult and had been tasked with destroying the empire as Alġnoth wished. It was also likely that Zevmar joined with the cult promising them vengeance on the empire for their downfall. There were many possibilities küçükçekmece escort and I’d listed off a few of them.

“The Cult of Alġnoth. I’d thought they were just a legend. I’d not imagined that such a cursed people could exist. It’s even more odd that so many priests and priestesses would die forming a symbol of that long, forsaken deity. However, if Zevmar is dead, then shouldn’t that be the end of their resistance?” she questioned.

“Lass, unless you’ve somehow stomped and crushed every damn cockroach in the world of D’orn, more will always crawl through the cracks in your house. However, I wouldn’t be so concerned over the matter had Zevmar not successfully infiltrated my mind. While he hadn’t gotten much, the might it would take for him to get in would be greater than what D’orn could provide. Ain’t no one would go through that much trouble if the resistance ended there,” I mentioned.

Finally, I saw the doomed look in Alteria’s eyes fade away, if only slightly. Her mind seemed far away as we walked back. “He also said we couldn’t stop what’s coming. I wonder what that means,” she uttered, attempting to piece together the puzzle in her own way.

“Aye, well that’s what your little table is consulting right now. They seem to think it nothing worth concern, but you knew of, spoke of, how mighty Zevmar was. Would you think he’d fall so easily?” I asked.

“It is possible, but unlikely. Whether it was myth or not, if it was a threat, the Grand Elder would make sure to investigate it. I don’t know whether they wish to make light of the situation to not cause panic, or if they wish you not to meddle in the affairs of the Empire any more than you already have,” she answered truthfully.

I rolled my eyes. “You lot be lucky that you’re even standing to boast that. Seraphina would have blazed a trail of your countrymen all the way to the capital. Though, I ain’t gonna be one to complain. If you think I’ve done my part, then simply pay me and I’ll be on my way. Seeing as you haven’t yet, I believe I’m still employed by you,” I spoke, letting her listen to every word.

Alteria chuckled. “Is that why you interfered with me? Because I haven’t paid you yet?” she asked. Despite the chuckle, I knew there was no mirth in it.

“Think what you will of that question. Though, think wisely, if you wish to test me,” I returned. Somehow, that got an even greater chuckle out of her than before. I wasn’t sure what she found amusing in my words, but it was her first real laugh in a while.

We continued walking in silence for a time again until Alteria found her next words. “I heard that they would be preparing his body for a traitor’s burial. For his crimes, I doubt even his ashes will survive. If we believe something to be wrong, then I think it’d be prudent to simply check his body. You said that he had numerous minor blessings placed upon him. If you surveyed him, could you figure out the problem?” Alteria asked.

I shrugged.

“I’d at least have a better chance than simply guessing as I am now. However, it ain’t hard to see that your emperor wasn’t expecting my presence on the battlefield. I’ve no doubt he’ll be sending his army to search out my crew when the other business is finished. Plus, he’ll have an entire battalion of men protecting the body from any who’d dare get too close. It ain’t the easiest feat out there, even for me. Though, I think we be in luck, it seems we won’t have to,” I answered back much to Alteria’s confusion. I looked forward and spotted Lorentia and the Emperor’s daughter waiting for us by the building we were currently lodged in.

I noticed Alteria’s gaze falter before I swiftly took the reins, lest she collapse back into pieces.

“Awfully late for the two lasses to be standing out here alone, especially the princess of the empire,” I said, swiftly gathering their attention to us. Lorentia looked at me with disapproval, Alteria even more so but it didn’t take her long to notice the state of Lady Knight.

As for the princess, if she knew, then she clearly didn’t care. She approached me quickly. “Is that true? You’d be able to receive answers from in regards to this cult from Zevmar’s body? Would it not work with any other body found laid across the bloodied ground that we’d discovered?” she asked.

I snorted. “From the way Aesteal and Maeloson told it to me, the lot weren’t much too willing to die at that time. Even if they did know, they wouldn’t know as much as he did. Too many tales from different bastards got a way of muddying the waters. Why fish the chumps when you can reel in the sharks?” I questioned back.

The princess and the Grand Elder continued to look at me, the former turning her gaze to Alteria. As expected, Lady Knight kept her eyes on the ground, shaking every now and then as if wondering when her legs would give out.

Luckily, Quinn moved on. “Even with my authority, I’m not able to usurp the command to be near Zevmar’s body. Apparently, His Majesty is taking no risks in tampering with exposing the deeds of the traitor to the world. Indeed, I’d enjoy nothing more than to see so many wrongs righted, but if there is indeed a grander scheme at hand, one that Zevmar’s death was needed to accomplish, then I will take that risk. Fortunately, we have someone who has the authority,” she said, turning her eyes to the Grand Elder.

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“Thank you for mi-m-milking m-me Mistress L-Laura!” he cries out.

“They are usually very grateful for a human touch, even when beyond their limit.” She places the gag back in his mouth. “Another drug we give them makes them very submissive and eager to please, activating a part of the brain we’ve dubbed The Submission Instinct.” She takes a syringe out from her pocket and jabs him with it, making his pupils swell. She gives his balls a teasing lick and maltepe escort he wails, bucking desperately for more stimulation despite just being milked for hours. She simply laughs and leaves him there untouched.

“We occasionally take away all stimulation with the drugs still in their system and they go crazy. Would you like to see the rest of the place?”

The boy’s eyes widen in horror of being left untouched and he begins to plead behind the gag, only for Laura to laugh at him cruelly.

The agreement is unanimous. “Bye my little cum sluts! I’ll suck off the one who makes the most, as per usual.” And with that, she leads the crowd into the Masochist Wing.

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“Our state of the art spanking machine keeps our boys’ bottoms sore at all times. The brain receptors active when receiving pain makes their cum more effective as medicine.”

There are seven men, four having their asses paddled without mercy, two having their nipples twisted and shocked with an electric prod and only one having their balls lightly spanked. Like the other men, they’re gagged, drooling and have hard cocks attached to a tube that both massages their dicks and collects their precious cum.

“I forgot to mention this but when they need a break, they press the button on the right arm of their chair,” Laura explains. “We value the consent of our producers and want them to remember that they’re important as an individual.”

A freckled redhead presses the button, and the swats cease on his poor, abused ass. Laura pops open a bottle of lotion and rubs it across his sore bottom, finger tracing along his crack. He shudders in response. “This one is here half the time and in the Ass Fucking Station the other half. I manavgat escort will show you that area next.” She pops the gag out. “You did a good job, Johnny,” she croons, and kisses him softly on the lips.

“They have a Break Room with refreshments over there with a nurse and therapist for any help needed. And please no pictures.”

A man quickly puts his iPhone in his pocket at Laura’s angry look.

“We value the privacy of our boys and want to protect their identity. Despite it being a valuable profession, being a producer has a lot of stigma these days.” She pats Johnny on the head as he heads into the Break Room.

“Next stop, the Ass Fucking Station!”

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In the next room, the walls are white and there are three squirming men on their knees and hands as they get fucked mercilessly in doggy style. Laura stands in front of them, her sharp green eyes studying them coldly.

“The fucking machines have thick dildos that plunge in and out at different speeds,” says Laura, patting an Asian boy with dark curls on the back who was getting fucked fast and rough. The glass tube on his cock bounces around with the thrusts as he bucks his hips.

“These boys get no dick stimulation unlike everyone else. So they don’t cum as many times, but when they do, it sure is a good amount!” She pulls the gag off the chubby middle one.

“Please touch my cock!” he blurts out shamelessly. “I’m begging you! This is straight up torture! I’ll do anything!”

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“The Orgasm Denial room is the last one. Prepare yourselves, because these boys are my most pathetic.”

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“This is the only station in which the boys aren’t gagged. We provide an audiophile service that sells recordings of them begging to cum which has become quite popular,” says Laura.

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Laura picks up a paddle. “What did I tell you about being rude to me, Ryan? Do you want another ass paddling? Or would you like that?” She turns to her audience. “We’ve been considering moving Ryan to the Masochist Wing. He swears he’s not a pain slut, but I know a pain whore when I see one.”

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“You sure about that?” she says with a mischievous smirk.

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Laura picks the walkie talkie up that’s hooked to her belt. “Jim and Cam, can you bring Ryan to the Punishment Room and put the itching cream on him?”

“Fuck! What the fuck!”

“Just press the Break Button if you have that big of a problem with me,” says Laura with a roll of her eyes.

“Hell no! I get paid by the hour and I ain’t no coward,” he spits.

Two men slightly bigger than him enter the room and flick the massaging machine off, remove the tube off his dick and drag him off, cussing and red in the face.

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With a grin that would put the Cheshire cat to shame, Laura sees no one making a move to leave, too entranced by the magic of the Submissive Cum Factory. She is beyond happy to be where she is with her job, and wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

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The next morning I woke up with a slight headache. Did last night really happen? I wondered. Was everything that occurred last night a simple dream? It couldn’t have been real right? After washing up, I checked my cell. And there it was, the phone number for Amanda Numen. So it wasn’t a dream after all. I felt like I had to confirm it. I had to call her to make sure.

I dialed her number and the cell began to ring. On the third ring, she picked up. “Hello, who is this?” she answered. She sounded groggy and tired as if she was still asleep and the call had woken her up.

“Hi. It’s me.” I didn’t give her my name last night and I wasn’t about to now. If what happened last night really did happen, she should be able to recognize my voice. And if it didn’t really happen, then she wouldn’t be able identify me to anyone.

“Oh hi Master. What’s up?” There it was. She replied exactly as I had hoped she would. “Do you have something for me to do?” She sounded eager to please me. Excellent.

“Are you alone right now?

“Yup. I got a single room in my dorm so it’s just me.” So she was in college and living in a dorm, which meant that she wasn’t with her family. That would make things much easier.

“Good good … Tell me, do you have any plans for today?”

“Well … it’s a Saturday so I was planning on going shopping and barhopping with my friends in the evening but that’s it.”

“Huh, alright. Come to the intersection where you hit me last night in half an hour, alone. I’ll meet you there.”

“Yes, Master,” she answered and I hung up.

Oh I couldn’t wait. There were so many things I wanted to try out on her. Most of which were perverted in nature and things I had wanted to try with my previous girlfriends but they never consented. Now that I thought about it, that might’ve been one of the reason we had always broken up. Well, no matter. I had Amanda to try out these on now. I cackled to myself in glee. It was a good thing I was off from work today.

My next step was to test out this shock-thing or whatever it was on someone else. Someone close to me. Someone that I was intimately familiar with so that I could make sure no one noticed anything was strange. The fact that my first subject was Amanda, a complete stranger, meant that I had to be careful how I used her and her time. So I needed another subject that I was more familiar with.

Living nearby was my little sister. She had just turned eighteen over Thanksgiving break and was now a freshman attending college, perhaps the same one as Amanda. She was born when I first began elementary school. And shortly after, about two or three years later, our parents divorced and she left our household with my mother while I stayed with my father. Ever since then, we’ve been estranged, rarely seeing each other except during Christmas and New Years. As year after year passed, she grew more and more beautiful every time I saw her. The last time, she had grown into a young woman, petite, almost a head shorter than me, with a small chest. But her face was adorably cute, large eyes, small nub of a nose, and soft lips. All in all, she was what I had always wanted in a girlfriend. And indeed all the ones that I’ve had were in some ways quite similar to her.

What I was planning on doing to her, I knew it was wrong. She was my little sister after all, but I couldn’t help myself.

If this thing worked like it did on Amanda, I was going to be very happy. The thought of my litte sister obeying my every whim, her soft lips wrapped around my cock and swallowing every drop as I cummed in her mouth. Holy crap. My dick was starting to hurt. I’ve got to stop having these daydreams.

Time to put my plan into action. But the question was how would I get my sister to come over to my apartment. The last time I had seen her was at the family gathering during Christmas so it’s been over four months now since I had last spoken to her. Like I said, we weren’t close so there had been no reason to maintain in contact. Now I had to figure out a reason to have her come over. Perhaps, I could use Amanda in some way to lure her here. Ah I know. First I’ll have to get Amanda to my apartment and then I’ll call my sister over.

I put on a jacket, got my cellphone, keys, and wallet and set out. The idea was to get there ahead of Amanda and hide to ensure that she didn’t bring anyone else with her. I wasn’t quite sure what I’d do if she did bring someone along but I figured I’ll get to that when it happens.

I arrived at the intersection within minutes of leaving my apartment since it was only a block away. There was no place to effectively hide myself from oncoming traffic so I had to make do with the doorway of another apartment building. Hiding in the shadow, like a creepy stalker, I noted to myself, I waited for Amanda’s Hummer to show up. Minutes pass and I continued waiting checking the time on my cell every once in a while. Eventually, after about twenty minutes, the distinctive yellow izmir escort Hummer finally showed up. Right on time.

Before running up to greet her, I looked to make sure that she was indeed alone and that she wasn’t being followed. Assured of the situation, I extracted myself from the doorway and headed to her Hummer parked on the side of the street.

Upon seeing me approach, Amanda rolled down the window waved to me. “Hey Master, how’s it going?” she cheerily yelled out to me. I grimaced in response and rushed to her side.

“Dammit, Amanda. Don’t do that. From now on, when there’s other people around, don’t ever call me Master in front of them. In fact, don’t ever mention me to anyone that you know. If anyone asks about me, tell them … uhhhh …” Crap, I hadn’t thought that far yet. “Just tell them I’m in one of your classes and we’re doing a study session or something.”

“O-kay, but what do I call you in front of other people if I can’t call you Master?” Dammit, that’s a good question. I still didn’t know if I trusted the situation enough to give her my real name, but maybe just a first name wouldn’t hurt.

“Fine, you can call me John when there’s other people around but stick to Master when we’re alone, okay?”

“Sure thing.”

“Anyways, open the door so I can get in.” The doors to the Hummer unlocked and I pulled myself in, literally since the car was over a foot off the ground. The inside of the massive SUV was spacious, trimmed with leather, and very comfortable. As was expected from such a costly vehicle. It made me aware of the enormous difference in our financial situations … not to mention just how easy it was to follow a yellow Hummer. Well, there was nothing to be done about that. I could always take my old Honda Civic but its patchwork paint job made it just as easy to track. “Alright, turn left into the apartment complex over there and park.”

She obeyed and we pulled up next to my apartment. “Follow me inside and then we’ll get started.”

Once we were seated comfortably in my second-hand sofa, I turned on the TV just for some background noise. “Alright then, first take off all of your clothes,” I commanded. I was horny as hell and having a naked chick around to look at and grope was too tempting.

“All of them, Master? Even my underwear?” she asked with her face flushing.

She was hesitating as if hoping that I didn’t ask her to remove her underwear. Was my control of her slipping or was this just another sign that her core personality was still there? I hoped that it was the latter since I’d hate to lose such a prime piece of ass as Amanda and more importantly I’d hate for her to tell anyone else of what I had done to her. I shuddered at the thought of the consequences if someone found out about all this.

I schooled myself to stillness hoping that she didn’t notice … which wouldn’t make a lick of difference even if she did, and responded. “Yes, Amanda. Everything. I want you completely naked.”

“As you wish, Master,” she replied, her face still flushed and began to strip off her light red jacket. Apparently she still obeyed despite her unwillingness.

“Wait, do it slowly and dance while you do it. I want to enjoy it.”

“Uhhh … okay though I’ve never actually done this before.”

“Really? Never?”

“Nope.”

“Huh, just do it like you would do it for your boyfriend.”

“If you say so Master.” She obliged and began dancing while stripping off her clothing. After the jacket, came the t-shirt underneath exposing her red lace bra. She spun it over her head while her body shook and her hips gyrated, her short hair flowing around her. I could only stare, hardly believing my eyes that such a beautiful girl was here, stripping and dancing just for me … and for free. My previous girlfriends never did this for me, I ruefully recalled.

Pausing for a second, Amanda unbuckled her sequined belt and pushed down her jeans and removed them. Underneath she wore a matching red lace thong. As she turned, dancing once again to sound of the TV, her body flushed red as her ass cheeks were exposed to the cool apartment air. They were round and smooth, jiggling slightly with her every move. With her back to me, she opened the clasp to her bra and removed them, coyly hiding her tits. She tossed them to the ground and turned around with her arms across her chest, building suspense. With a flare, she moved her arms exposing her breasts.

They were as beautiful as I thought they would be. At least D-cups, they were round and perky even without the bra to give them support. Her nipples were a deliciously light shade of pink, hard now in the cool air. And with her every movement, her tits shook, entrancing me as a lava lamp. I stared, my pulse racing, knowing that a tent was forming in my pants but doing nothing to hide it. I was simply too engrossed in those amazing mammaries, so much so that I almost sighed with disappointment kahramanmaraş escort as she bent over to remove her thong. Then she straightened, one hand holding red lace and the other covering her crotch. She dropped her thong first and then dropped her hand. Now she was fully naked, her tits and pussy filling my eyes.

It was over and Amanda had finally stopped dancing. She simply stood there, panting and flushed from the exertion and the embarrassment, waiting for my next command. Yeah, just like she had said, that wasn’t good at all. In fact, her dancing was fucking horrible. It’d almost killed my boner. But the sight before me resuscitated it. I was just content to sit there, my eyes flowing over full tits, smooth stomach, thin waist, round hips, and clean-shaven pussy. But I could see that she was cold from the goosebumps that pebbled her skin.

“Come over here and sit down,” I said as I patted at the space next to me. She gingerly walked over, still panting, and plopped down on the couch. “That was pretty good. Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” It wasn’t but I was trying to be nice to make her feel better. I had no idea why I was doing that since I really doubt that it’d affect her opinion me.

She flushed even more at the compliment and turned her eyes downward, briefly glancing at the tent in my pants. “No, never.” My own eyes drifted lower and lower settling on her hard nipples. I wanted to touch them, to massage them, and suck on them. Time to make a move. Not like she could refuse anyway. A fleeting thought popped up. Would this be considered rape? Ah, well.

I stretched my arm around her shoulder, pulling her naked body close to me and pressing her against me. She almost tried to shy away but relented. It seemed as if I would share my warmth with her since I, at least, was still dressed. But my motivations were more sinister than that.

With my arm around her shoulder, I reached down and placed my hand upon her breast and she shivered in reaction to my cold hands. I lightly squeezed, feeling the warmth of her tit in my palm, malleable and soft. Well, it was time to get down to business, so to speak. “So I got a few questions to ask you, Amanda. I want you to answer truthfully,” I began.

“Of course, Master.” There was no question that she wouldn’t.

“First, you have any STDs?”

“Uh, not that I know of.”

“Okay good. Are you a virgin?”

“Nope.” She flushed a little at that though it was hard to tell.

“How many guys have you had sex with then?” I was going down a list in my head that I had prepared last night.

“Let’s see … only with the four boyfriends.”

“Huh, you have a boyfriend now?”

“No, I broke up with my last one about two months ago. He was being an ass and I just couldn’t take it anymore. Which was too bad since he was pretty cute.” Well, that was more information than I needed. It almost felt as if she was starting to treat me more and more as a friend instead of someone to be obeyed. I had no idea why this was happening but it was something to be filed away for later.

“You on birth control?” This was an important piece of information.

“Yes.”

“Good. Well, I guess that’s pretty much everything.” Time to do some stress relief. I removed my hand from her breast and extricated myself from the couch. “Alrighty, lie down on the couch.” I wasn’t exactly sure how to go about fucking a girl that obeyed me like this but I figured this was good way to start.

She obeyed and laid herself upon the couch with her head on the armrest. Her eyes looked at me when I started.

My hands moved to her tits, massaging and molding her soft flesh with my fingers while I bent down to suck on her left nipple then her right one. With every squeeze of my hands and lick of my tongue, a moan of pleasure emanated from Amanda’s lips. But her hands remained at her side. After a few minutes of kneading the soft flesh and sucking on her hardened nipples, I worked my way down her down her body, leaving a trail of glistening saliva over her toned stomach. Soon I arrived at her smooth mound.

My fingers dived in first, tracing lightly back and forth along her slit, I teased her. Already they were wet and sticky with her arousal. I gently pushed my fingers inward as I moved them and another moan came from her lips as her back arched with pleasure. She was sensitive alright … or maybe just really horny. Either way suited me just fine.

As I pushed my fingers deeper into Amanda and rubbed against the slick velvet walls of her insides, I brought my mouth to her mound. I started out with gentle kisses then proceeded to spreading her nether lips with my tongue to play with her clit. I could taste her arousal, which wasn’t quite what I expected. It had a rather sweet flavor. She must eat a lot of fruits.

Even as I licked and fingered her pussy, Amanda pushed her hips upwards as she tried manavgat escort to grind harder against my hand and tongue, moaning with pleasure. My hands moved faster and faster and her the volume of her voice rose with the arch of her back as she finally climaxed. Her body shook and a stream of fluid squirted from her pussy, soaking my hand, my sofa and almost got my face. So she was a squirter … I should’ve asked. It might have saved my sofa.

I stopped and waited for her tremors to subside and when they finally did, I asked smiling to myself, “So how was it?”

It was a few breaths before Amanda could answer me. “It … it was … amazing, Master.”

“Heh, well it’s my turn. Get up and turn around,” I commanded.

“Yes Master,” she replied as she shakily pushed herself up off the couch and turned around.

With her rump in the air, I had a clear view of her ass. The juices of her climax still flowed from her pussy down her legs and I couldn’t help but bend down and lick her nether lips and taste her nectar. She moaned as her body was racked with another shiver.

Straightening, I pulled down my khakis and boxers, exposing my hard cock to the cool apartment air. I placed the head gently against her slit, rubbing it back and forth a few times to moist it and make entry into her easier. Once my dick was thoroughly soaked in her juices, I pushed into her body in a single smooth stroke. She gasped in response and again her body was racked with shivers.

For a few seconds, I just stood there, unmoving. The sensation of her velvet folds wrapped around my shaft and head was something I had almost forgotten. The warmth of her body surrounding me, gently pulsing and squeezing, her soft buttocks pressed against my hips. It was akin to nirvana. Masturbation was simply no comparison to what I felt now. I’ve missed this feeling.

A few second later, once I’ve had my fill of that sensation, I began thrusting. Back and forth. Each motion punctuated by a muffled grunt from me and a gasp from Amanda. Sweat flowed down our bodies as rivers and each slam of my hips against her ass sent minute splashes flying out from between us. With every withdrawal, my cock pulled out of her sheath that still clung to it, unwilling to let go. Our union covered in pussy juice and precum. With every thrust forward, her mound dented inward as if unwilling to allow another intrusion until it finally gave in. My hands gripping her hips, I slammed myself into her until eventually her moans became muffled as her face was pressed into the cushions of the couch and I had to brace myself to keep up the pounding.

This went on for near twenty minutes, much longer than normal when I could not have lasted half as long before. Strangely, my strength never flagged. My thrusting never wavering, until finally I pushed my dick in to the hilt and convulsed, sending burst upon burst of my semen into Amanda’s welcoming womb causing her to shake and climax and scream in response. When I had finally finished, I collapsed on top of her, our sweat-covered bodies sticking and sliding against each other as we panted, exhausted trying to catch our breath.

A few minutes later, when I had finally recovered enough strength to pull myself off and out of her, I rolled over onto the couch, my cock sliding out of her pussy though it was still hard, standing at attention as I lay on my back.

I turned my head and looked at my devoted slave, who was still pressed into the cushions of the couch. She turned her face towards me when she felt my gaze on her, her sweat-soaked hair flopping aside. She still breathed hard so the only response she could give me was a tired and satisfied smile even as she closed her eyes and fell into an exhausted sleep.

I followed soon after.

Some time later, I woke up with a chill, my lips dry and cracked from a lack of water. Blinking away the graininess in my eyes, I looked around. Nothing had changed since the end of our tryst. Amanda still laid beside me, unaware of my gaze in her sleep as her round breasts rose and fell in measured rhythms. The sweat from our lovemaking had dried long since and even the juice that had flowed freely between us had become a crusted layer between her legs. Ah crap, cleaning this up was going to be hell. But I wasn’t in the mood to waste energy thinking about how to go about it.

I stretched my arms, luxuriating in the laziness of a well-rested nap then instinctively huddled in the cold air of the apartment. Shivering, I quickly stood up and wrapped a bathrobe around myself.

As I stood there, looking down on Amanda’s naked form, her smooth and tanned body, her legs slightly spread open, unheeding of the way her pussy and ass hung off the edge of the couch, my dick began to harden again. No. I turned my gaze away. There was no time for this. It was already too late. A quick glance at the clock on the wall confirmed this. It was already one in the afternoon. I sighed. Half a day wasted.

It was time to put my plan in action.

I picked up Amanda and rolled her onto the couch. Unable to restrain myself, I squeezed one of her tits with a hand, causing her to moan and her eyes to flutter open as she woke up.

“I see you’re awake,” I said as I walked to my room to look for a blanket. “Stay on the couch. I have something planned in a bit.”

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