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Everyone partaking in sexual activity in this story is over 18.

Author’s note:

This was intended to be a longer first chapter, but I’m too excited to wait on the second half to be edited. So the next installment will be on its way shortly! I also needed the motivation to keep on writing. I have big plans for these characters, so hopefully you guys love them!

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I rolled over in my warm bed, reached and pushed the screaming alarm clock off the night stand. Unfortunately, that didn’t make it shut up. I crawled onto the floor, grabbed the clock, mashed my thumbs on the buttons until the noise stopped. With a sigh, I contemplated skipping my last first day of school.

I was finally a senior. A smile spread over my face. That was enough to get me moving. I used the bed to pull myself up and shuffled across the hall to the bathroom. I was swinging the door shut just as my little sister appeared in the doorway. She pounder her tiny fists on the door.

I started the shower to let the water warm up while I brushed my teeth.

“Alton!” Lily called through the door. “Alton! I need to get weady for me first day of pwe school!”

I laughed. “Lily, go find Mom. She’ll help you get ready in her bathroom,” I talked to her around my tooth brush. Once I finished brushing, I looked at myself in the mirror. I was short, just over 5’6″. My blond hair was messy. I tugged my fingers through it, snagging on some tangles. My blue eyes looked critical. I was slim and lifted weights a couple of times a week. My real muscles were in my legs. I was a runner. I had been since I joined the track team in 7th grade. I loved to run, it was so freeing. I felt light as I flew down the track.

This year, being a senior, I, along with Meera Parker, my best friend, would get to help pick the new additions to the track team. I hurried through my shower to get ready. As I was shrugging into my jeans, I shot a text to her.

Usually I drove us to school, but over the summer, her dad had bought her a car for her 18th birthday. I told her to come pick me up. That made her happy.

A few minutes later I heard Lily’s laughter fill the house. “Meer! Meer! Meer is here!” I bounded down the stairs to find Meera spinning Lily in the air. I scooped up my sister up and covered her chubby cheeks with kisses.

“Meera is driving me to school today, Lil. You better say your goodbyes to now, because we might not make it!” We laughed as Meera punched me in the arm. Not gently. She was small, smaller than me, but she was strong.

“Alton Oliver Pery. You’d better not be messing up Lily’s hair after I just spent fifteen minutes taming it!” Mom plucked the laughing Lily from my arms and kissed my cheek.

“Hi, Mama Pery.” Meera hugged my mom and received a kiss as well.

“You keep an eye on my boy, Meera. He’s getting more and more mischievous every day.”

She gave me a pointed look and I rolled my eyes. I grabbed Meera by the arm and pulled her out the door, grabbing my backpack on the way. I hopped over the door of her new convertible Mustang and sank into the leather seat, sighing. Her dad was loaded. He tried to make up to her for not having a mother by showering her with gifts. He didn’t know that she’d never really mourned not having a mom. We have been best friends since kindergarten. She found a mom in my Mom, and she was more than happy with it being just her dad and her.

My dad had died before I was born, but I never connected with her dad the way she did with my Mom. He had given me plenty of sound advice over the years and he did treat me well.

Meera navigated the familiar streets to school, her long brown, curly hair whipping in the wind. She looked at me. “What are you thinking about, boy?”

“Remember that time that your dad sat me down and gave me ‘the talk’? He threatened my life if I ever got you pregnant.”

“And you had to explain to him that you would never be getting anyone pregnant.” We both burst out laughing. “He was so shocked, he didn’t speak for a day. I love that old man.” She wiped a tear from her eye and sighed. I sensed her getting serious, so I squeezed her knee. She patted my hand as she turned into the senior parking lot.

I whooped as we pulled into a spot, pumping my fists in the air. The senior parking lot was a goal you worked towards your entire high school career. It was better than the teacher’s parking area, and it was a popular hangout before and after school. Meera let out her own victory cry as we both climbed out of the car and took in the crowd. My eyes stopped on a motorcycle, parked in the row across from ours, a few spaces down. I nudged Meer with my elbow. “You know who that belongs to? I’ve never seen it.”

She looked over to the bike and started walking towards the school, passing the bike along the way. “I wonder if it’s a new kid? Oh, I hope he’s hot.” She rubbed her hands together in excitement and we both laughed.

We had Homeroom together as always. We were both fighting alsancak escort to get into the door at the same time when I noticed Mr. Preach talking to someone I didn’t recognize. He had jet black hair and dark, deeply tanned skin. He wore a black t-shirt, black jeans and had a motorcycle helmet hanging from his hand. I watched him speak with the teacher, his hip propped againstthe desk, one ankle crossed over the other.

I nudged Meer with my elbow, a little harder than I meant to.

“Ouch, Alt! What the fuck?” She rubbed her arm and followed my gaze. He must have sensed us staring, because he shot a glance in our direction. His deep green eyes shocked me. I quickly retreated to the back of the classroom. Meera and I always sat in back when we had a class together.

I pulled my phone out and furiously mashed my thumbs into the keyboard.

Alt: Holy shit. He’s so hot! Is he Mexican?

Meera: I think so! Damn, I gotta get me some of that.

Alt: You think he’s straight?

Meera: Don’t know. Not that you’d ever go after him, virgin boy.

We both laughed. The class was starting to fill up, so I put my phone away. I couldn’t stop staring at the new guy. He was buff. He had big muscles that stretched the fabric of his shirt in a very enticing way.

“Alright, everyone! This is Alex, he’s new. Please make him feel welcome.” Mr. Preach motioned for Alex to sit. The only open seat was right in front of me. I watched him approach. He caught me watching. His eyebrows furrowed and I ducked my head and quickly looked away.

I spent the rest of Homeroom trying not to burn holes into the back of his head. When the bell rang, Meera and I hung back as usual to let the hoard pass. When I was about through the door, Mr. Preach called my name. I waved at Meera to go ahead. When I turned around, Alex was standing by the teacher’s desk again, staring at me. Mr. Preach waved a piece of paper at me. “Please show Alex to his locker. These halls are hard to navigate.”

I took the paper and cleared my throat. His locker was just down the hall from mine. I headed out the door without speaking. I had to look back to make sure he was following. I stopped in front of his locker and turned the paper around. “This is your combination,” I explained, showing him the cluster of numbers. I held the paper out to him. He didn’t take it, just looked at me. I frowned and entered the combination for him. He stuffed his things inside. This time he took the paper when I offered it.

“Do you, hmm, need help finding your class? What is it?”

He looked me over, nodding. “American History, room 107. Gracias, lead the way.” His voice was deep. It made me shiver.

“It’s on the 1st floor.” I hurried down the stairs and stopped in front of his classroom. “Well, this is you. Good luck!” I ran down the hall before he could say anything. Once I got into my classroom, I texted Meera.

Alt: I had to show Alex to his locker. He is so intense!

I managed to forget about him for a while. At lunch, Meera and I headed to the track field to set up the course for try outs. We were setting up the folding table and chairs when I looked across the field and saw Alex smoking with ‘the bad kids’. He was looking right as me as he took a drag from his cigarette. I averted my eyes and finished setting up. I tried to ignore him.

The end of the day finally came. I was stoked. Meera and I were on the track field first. We greeted our team from last year, and the newbies trying out. Only seniors age in, so the rest of the team had to officially remake the squad. We had them go first to show the new people what to do. We passed all old timers quickly. A couple of newbies were tripping over each other on the hurdles course when the football team came running out, making all kinds of noise. I rolled my eyes. Did they have to do try outs at the same time as us? The ruckus was enough to make my newbies completely lose concentration and fall all over the place.

I glared at the dumb jocks, and there was Alex, all sexy in a football uniform. Fuck. He made eye contact with me. This guy had Spidey senses or something. I watched him talk to the guy next to him and indicate his head towards me. The jock glanced over, threw his hand out as if waving me off. I grunted and went back to work.

We ended up passing 3 girls and 1 guy. Meera and I stayed late, cleaning up. We made plans to meet at her car after we’d showered. I made my way into the locker room. It was still empty. I showered quickly, not wanting to be in there when the football players came in. I was just getting my pants on when they arrived. I kept my eyes down and ignored them. As I pulled my t-shirt over my head, my fist slammed into something. I freaked out a little and got tangled up. I felt a pair of strong arms tug my shirt down. Once I was freed, I looked up. It was Alex and he was smiling down at me.

“Watch out there, short stuff. Don’t wanna hurt yourself.” He was wearing altıeylül escort only a towel. My eyes were level with his big, shiny muscles. It was hard to keep them looking at that level.

I grumbled out something of a thanks, grabbed my duffel bag and was out of there in seconds.

The rest of the week passed uneventfully. I didn’t see much of Alex, other than briefly in Homeroom. He seemed to be ignoring me. I wondered what that footballer had said about me. Probably told him I was gay, which freaked him out, even though he had been nice to me in the locker room. I let it go.

Friday night finally rolled around. I had a load of homework I wanted to get done, but Meera insisted we go to her friend Amanda’s party. I grudgingly agreed. We pulled up to Amanda’s house around 8. I followed Meera inside and frowned. The place was packed. I wasn’t a complete social retard, I could interacted with people just fine when I wanted to. Large crowds made me anxious, though. I managed not to get separated from Meera for the first hour. But when she went to use the bathroom, she never came back.

I wandered around, apologizing repeatedly for bumping into people. Most were bigger than me, so I was jostled aroumd quite a bit. I made my way to the kitchen to grab a beer. I didn’t usually drink, only at the occasional party. I nursed the long neck beer and stepped out to the back porch for some fresh air. It was dark, really dark. I looked up at the stars and sighed, my thoughts returning to Alex. Why was I thinking about someone so unavailable to me?

Someone cleared their throat and I jumped about a mile, spilling beer all down my shirt. “Shit,” I grumbled. “Fucking hell.” Deep laughter erupted from the person that had startled me. I looked over sheepishly. Alex was reclined against the far porch railing. He put his cigarette out and stepped closer.

“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to scare you.” He flashed a bright smile at me and I forgot all about the spilled beer.

“It’s okay. I’m a jumpy guy.” I smiled my own awkward smile.

After a moment of his staring at me in silence, I fished for something to say. “So, how are you liking our school?” Stupid.

He shot me another smile and shrugged. “Eh, it’s school.”

“Umm.. so did you make the football team?” I was mentally kicking myself. I normally didn’t have so much trouble making conversation.

He nodded. “I saw you guys. You and that girl. With the hair.”

He obviously meant Meera. She had so much beautiful hair. He continued to speak, “You two an item?”

I was taken aback for a second. Was he interested in Meera? Kill me now. “Umm, no. We’re just friends, best friends.”

His head bobbed in another nod.

I cleared my throat again. “I’m gonna head in. Nice talking to you.” I ducked inside before he could say anything else. I made my way to the bathroom to try and soak up some of the beer. It was starting to make my skin clammy.

I was in the bathroom dabbing a towel at my shirt when someone barged in. He was a big kid, much bigger than I, maybe on the wrestling team. He was trashed. He grinned at me as he whipped out his dick and started peeing in the toilet. I tried to leave, but he was blocking the door. I stared up at the ceiling awkwardly, not knowing what to do. I realized he was done, but just standing there with his dick still out, leering at me.

“You can look,” he slurred. “I know you want to.”

I kept my eyes firmly glued to the spot above me. “No, thanks.” I said firmly.

He grabbed my hand and pulled it to his dick.

“Hey! Let me go!” I tried to jerk my hand away, but his thick fingers were crushing my wrist.

“Come on. Everyone knows you’re gay. You love dick.” He crushed my wrist tighter and I groaned in pain.

I yelled again, starting to panic. “Let me go!”

“Get me off first, fag.” I flinched at the crude term. He forced my fingers to close around his dick. It was hard and clammy and I felt like throwing up. I was frozen with fear.

“Come on!” he said louder. There was a banging on the door. “Piss off!” He shouted.

“Shit.” I tried again. “Just stop it!” I gave my hand the hardest tug I could, yanking his dick sideways. His free hand shot up and smacked the side of my head. I gasped, my mouth hung open in shock, my ears ringing. I think he realized then it might be easier to force himself into my mouth.

The banging on the door intensified as the asshole shoved me down on my knees. I heard them crack on the floor and groaned. Then there was a crash. I covered my face with my arms as the jock tumbled on top of me. Someone had kicked the door open.

The jerk jock was ripped off me and tossed out into the hall. “What the fuck,” I heard him protest. Alex was looming over him. He looked fierce. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” he demanded. The drunk looked ridiculous. He was sprawled out on the floor, dick still hanging out.

Alex crouched down in front of him and altınordu escort stuck a finger in his face. “Count yourself lucky that I caught you in time. Otherwise, you would be dead, pendejo .” His voice was menacing. He looked as if he were snarling. Alex punched him hard in the gut, once. The jock sank back against the wall, completely passed out.

Suddenly everyone was cheering. A crowd had formed to watch the new guy kick some ass. A couple of guys came to collect their friend from the floor and everyone quickly disappeared.

I was shaking on the bathroom floor. I didn’t know what to do. Alex stepped into the bathroom and bent down to lift me up. I was unstable on my feet. My hands came up to his chest to steady myself. He held onto my sides as he looked down at me. “Are you alright, Alton?”

My head was fuzzy as I nodded. “I think I hit my head.”

He cupped his big hand on the back of my head, tilting it down and ran his fingers through my hair, causing my to shiver. I winced when his fingers found a bump. He sighed. “I don’t think you’ll be able to ride on my bike. Wait here.” He sat me down on the toilet seat and squeezed my shoulders. “Stay here,” he said firmly. I nodded my head and instantly regretted it.

A few minutes later he returned with a concerned looking Meera. “Oh, babe!” She tripped a little as she came in to hug me. She was drunk. “Poor thing,” she cooed. “Here.” She shoved her keys at Alex. “I can’t drive anyway. I’ll crash here with Amanda.”

Alex took the keys and stuck them in his pocket so he could use both hands to lift me. I stumbled into him and closed my eyes. God, I felt awful. He held me still for a moment, watching me.

He muttered as curse word under his breath, then I was in the air. My eyes snapped open to find him carrying my bridal style to the front door. Oh, God. I was so embarrassed. I shut my eyes again and clung to his neck. He smelled amazing, like cologne and smoke and engine oil.

The next time I opened my eyes, I was sitting in the car. He squished himself into the driver’s seat, grumbling about short people as he adjusted the seat. I was so tired, I dozed off as soon as we were moving. When I woke up, I realized we were at my house. Meera must have told him where I lived. I blinked and moved around. I snapped my head up, disregarding the pain. I had fallen asleep on his shoulder. He was looking at me with serious amusement.

“Umm, thanks,” I said. “I can probably get in on my own.” I stumbled out of the car and almost went down. He was by my side in an instant. He put my arm over his shoulder and his around my waist.

I sighed. He was warm and I couldn’t help leaning into him. He helped me quietly into the house and up the stairs to my room. I didn’t want to wake my mother or my sister. I slumped down onto my bed and watched him dig through my dresser. He pulled out a pair of sweat pants.

“Arms up,” he said, expecting me to obey. I did. He pulled my shirt off over my head and tossed it into the hamper by my door. I unfastened my jeans and he helped me wiggle out of them. I felt really exposed so I snatched the sweat pants and quickly tugged them on. I thought I heard him growl again.

He looked around my room as I crawled under the covers. I frowned. What did he expect to see? I cleared my throat. “Thank you, Alex.” I said it so quietly I wasn’t sure he heard me.

“Alejandro.” He corrected me.

“Oh,” I said. “I thought everyone called you Alex.”

“They do.” His eyes were staring into mine. I just blinked. I was so sleepy.

“Well, thank you, Alejandro. For everything.” He nodded and moved to the door. I was asleep before I could say goodbye.

*****

I woke the next day still feeling groggy. My head was killing me. I checked the time. It was after noon. There was aspirin and a bottle of water on my night stand. Must have been left by Alex. I guzzled the pills down and made my slow way to the bathroom to relieve my full bladder.

When I returned to my room after my shower, I heard my phone buzz. I picked it up, assuming it was a text from Meera. It wasn’t.

Alejandro: You up yet?

I stared at the contact name for a moment. How did I get his number? I looked a moment longer and then checked the last message sent by me. It just said my name. He must have put himself in my phone and texted himself to get my number. I grinned.

Alton: Just got up. Thank you for the pills. And the rescue.

Alejandro: No problem. You can make it up to me, if you’re feeling better.

What did he mean by that? I got comfortable on my bed, still only wearing my towel.

Alton: Sure, I owe you. What are you thinking?

His reply was almost immediate, like he already knew my answer, and knew what he wanted.

Alejandro: Let me buy you some food, then come watch me play football this afternoon.

My heart fluttered. He wanted to take me out and go to his first game? Granted, it was just a practice game, but even practice games had full attendance at my school.

Alton: Deal.

Alejandro: I’ll be at your house at 3.

I couldn’t stop smiling. I was giddy. I texted Meera and made her come over. She was super hung over, but excited for me. Grudgingly. She helped me pick out an outfit with little complaint.

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All packed and ready to go. What a week this has been! Some fun, a lot of crap, a modicum of stress, and a husband who could cut to the chase and make a call the wife could not. Poof, problem solved and the weight of the world lifted. Eamon to the rescue! Sheila smiled.

A few hours at work that morning, and then home quickly to get ready, here it was 1 PM, and all that remained was for Eamon’s truck to roll up the driveway. Sheila was excited, and anticipation of a great weekend wasn’t the only dimension to it.

Months ago they’d looked into options for their 26th wedding anniversary, and considered several options. Their 25th was behind them, and although marred by tumultuous problems in the months before, it ultimately became one of the most renewing weekends of their lives. Sex, sex and more sex for four days. It was as near perfect as possible. What could top it?

Eamon suggested that the answer was probably “nothing could,” and Sheila had to smile. He was right. Equal, or approach it maybe, but trying on purpose to top it might set up a let down. That was really a better goal. Better yet, let what ever they settled on just be enjoyable and something they could both look forward to, then back on with fond memories. Why set expectations and then risk failing to meet them? Of course that was Eamon logic rattling around her mind. Sheila was wired to dream, and anticipate to the enth degree and beyond it.

Emotional and physical wellbeing were taking on power in their lives, and holistic strategies to achieve or maintain it managed to get both of their attention. Both of them viewed their spiritual and physical connection to be the thing that made their relationship strong, and kept them close. By accident, or maybe by dedication, they’d created a recipe for a comfortable and fulfilling partnership. So, something that would renew that made good sense.

Sheila came across some brochures for couple’s retreats on a rack at the doctor’s office. She picked them up and brought them home. Eamon wasn’t opposed, but the idea of spending time in seminars and discussion groups about constructive communication and creative arguing wasn’t exactly his idea of fun. One of the groups had a website, and Sheila decided to check out their program before completely dismissing the idea.

The relationship site was a bust. Eamon was right. Their marriage was strong already. Some of the links on it were intriguing though. Maybe they didn’t need relationship advice, but time away together trying something new might be fun. Holy cow! There are actually retreats and workshops for jazzing up your sex life! Sheila had to laugh. But, one site offered workshops for tantric sex. They read about Tantric love together a while back, and had been trying some of the exercises in a book Sheila came across. A weekend away for the express purpose of having sex and pleasing each other was a lot more interesting than the other retreat options. Sheila saved the site as a favorite, and e-mailed it to Eamon.

They did some investigating together over the next few evenings. Three different groups had workshops in Texas on their anniversary weekend. Eamon checked out some references and talked with the instructors. One sounded too clinical, so it was crossed off. The deciding factor was the recommendations they got from couples who took workshops with the groups in the past year.

The retreat that ranked highest was offered at a quaint bed and breakfast in the Hill Country north west of San Antonio. Sheila liked the idea a lot, though Eamon was non-committal. He agreed it sounded interesting, but said they could do as well on their own somewhere without the expense of instructors and bullshit like classes. When Sheila asked if they were going to or not, the discussion was closed with him saying, “we’ll see.”

After that, Sheila let it drop, unaware that Eamon took the initiative, and registered them. When the confirmation and information came in e-mail, he wrapped it in a small box, and gave it to her as an “early” anniversary gift.

For well over a month, Sheila enjoyed a slow bubbling excitement, and now today, they were getting ready to go. All she could think about was loving Eamon, and his body. By the time she had the suitcase, carry on and airline tickets assembled, her groin was throbbing with anticipation. Their flight didn’t leave until 5PM.

“Gawd! I can’t wait that long!” Sheila thought about some solo activity while she waited for her husband, and smiled at how naughty that would be. The workshop information recommended that they have sex in the morning before leaving so that urgency would be less of an inhibiting factor when they applied the first exercises that evening. So, they did that. But it hadn’t worked because already Sheila was aching for more. Truth be told, she wanted more than sex she wanted a damned hard spanking and then some sex. Her heart pounded with both desire, and anxiety that Eamon was going to get home too late for that to be possible.

Trying to fill the time, she logged on the computer and answered e-mails, and then she started proof reading hatay escort a spanking story she was working on for a website. Her groin throbbed, and the growing temptation to go into the bedroom and relieve herself distracted her. Just as she was about to give in to it, Eamon surprised her by coming in the front door. She hadn’t heard his truck pull up, and she was surprised that he didn’t come through the garage.

“Hey stranger, wanna mess a round with a really bad girl?” she smiled.

“That’s the plan,” he smiled back, and pulled his tie loose. “Let me get a shower and changed and we’ll head for the airport in about an hour.”

“But I’ve been having very evil thoughts right now,” Sheila grinned and shifted her bottom suggestively on the sofa cushion.

“Is that right?” Eamon chuckled.

“Yeah, I think I should be spanked very hard for them too,” Sheila nodded.

“Very hard?”

“Yes VERY VERY hard.”

“That bad huh?” Eamon tossed his tie onto the chair by the door, and put his hands on the buckle of his duty belt.

“Yes, so bad my bum should be blistered,” Sheila crooned and stood up. Her eyes focused on Eamon’s hands and the bulge that was beginning to push out below them.

“Then you better go to your room and pull those pants down hadn’t you?” First his holstered pistol found it’s niche in the locked safe behind the closet door, and then his duty belt landed with a thump on the floor. Eamon advanced on his wife with a mock stern look on his face. “Get moving or it will go much harder on you.”

Sheila sidled over to get in his way, and then scampered backward in front of him toward the bedroom. She couldn’t help giggling. Eamon responded with a wicked smile.

“You better wipe that grin off your face right now young lady or I’ll have to deal with you severely.”

“Promise?” Sheila giggled more.

“Oh yes, you bet your butt I promise,” Eamon lunged and caught her by the waistband of her slacks. “First we’ll take these off.”

Sheila responded by leaning up against her husband. They embraced and kissed. When her slacks fell with gravity, Sheila rubbed her stomach against Eamon’s bulging groin. He leaned down and pushed her panties off her bottom, and then he grasped her cheeks and pulled her tighter against him. Sheila groaned and shivered. Her groin pulsed with excitement.

Eamon’s grip on her bottom tightened almost brutally. “You’re a very bad girl,” he crooned.

“Yes I know. What are you gonna do about it?” Sheila bit Eamon’s lower lip hard, her eyes twinkled with the dare.

Eamon’s eyes twinkled back, and he lifted Sheila to the bed, taking her mouth with his. He sat and placed Sheila between his knees. “Hard spanking?” he grinned.

“Yes please, really hard,” Sheila smiled.

“Very bad huh?”

“The worst,” she nodded.

“Over you go then.”

Sheila obediently turned and leaned down over Eamon’s left thigh, laying her chest down on the bed and arching her lower back so that her cheeks spread and lifted for him.

“This bottom is much too white to belong to such a bad girl,” he remarked as his hand caressed and kneaded.

“You’ll fix that for me though won’t you,” Sheila answered with a sexy, ever so slightly sarcastic tease.

“Oh yes,” Eamon countered with a firm stinging slap.

“Hmmm that’s how to do it,” Sheila lifted for another spank, and Eamon obliged.

“A very hard spanking, for a very bad girl,” Eamon set up a slowly building stinging rhythm. It was exactly what Sheila wanted, and soon her hips were gently bucking with the same rhythm as her spanking. As her bottom became warmer and warmer, her groin throbbed more. The building tension in her pussy fueled the sensual engine that drove her hips. They rolled and humped her husband’s thigh, grinding in lascivious circles.

Eamon chuckled, and shifted them both so that Sheila’s legs parted and she straddled his knee. Now as he spanked her harder, her labia spread and her movements advantageously rubbed her clitoris on his firmly muscled thigh.

“Oh yes!” Sheila’s voice hutched. “Spank me harder!”

He did. But soon, when his hand began to hurt, Eamon decided he needed another tack to bring her along faster. His left hand eased up under her pelvis, and up between the lubricated lips of her sex. Her juices made it feel like his fingers were stroking hot silk velvet.

“Spank me hard. Honey! Really hard!” Sheila gasped with rapidly building arousal.

Eamon obliged, enjoying her excitement and the sexy smell of her. She was close now, and he pushed her with spanks that would have made her cry with pain if he were punishing her.

“Oh fuck!” she keened. “Harder! Spank me harder!” Sheila’s hips pumped on Eamon’s fingers as he spanked her as hard as he could.

“I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” she gasped. “Please? Please!”

“Good girl,” Eamon spanked harder, and picked up the tempo with his fingers.

“Unngg!” Sheila gasped as her body gave way to the intense spasms of orgasm. Eamon stroked her vulva and spanked her bottom until the movement of her hips eased into slow ığdır escort boneless jiggling circles, and the rhythmic contractions of her pussy on his fingers slowly abated.

“Good girl now?” he crooned.

“Very good I think,” she whispered.

“All better then,” Eamon lifted her and pulled her into a hug between his legs. Then he pushed her panties the rest of the way down her legs and helped her step out of them. “Good girls get to ride the Texas pony if they play their cards right.”

Sheila stepped back and watched as Eamon pulled down his trousers and boxers freeing himself. His erection stood tall away from him waving an invitation to Sheila to climb on. Her smile was affectionate. The leaning tower of Texas, also known as little E, the dagger of delight, among other nicknames, had just acquired a new one; the Texas pony.

“I don’t know? I’m not sure you’ve been a good girl?” he teased.

“But you spanked me to make me good?” Sheila grinned wickedly.

“Yes I did, didn’t I? Are you going to stay good for a while?” he smiled and leaned back on his elbows grinning down at his bobbing penis, and then up at Sheila.

“A couple of hours maybe?” she crooned straddling both his legs, climbing up on the mattress onto her knees.

“I warn you, if you’re bad again soon, it will go very hard on your bottom,” Eamon smiled and let his torso drop flat. Sheila shifted up so that she could mount him.

“I won’t be too good though OK? I might need another spanking pretty soon,” she sighed as she slowly slid down onto her husband. Sheila loved the feeling of fullness that came with mounting him this way. At first she rode him with gentle grinding circles, and then long wet rubbing strokes against his pubis. Eamon closed his eyes, and layback letting Sheila do the work. That was something else that Sheila loved. Watching his face relax and then tense with arousal. It didn’t take very long before Eamon approached climax and decided to shift them so he could thrust faster for it.

“Turn around,” he lifted Sheila to face away from him so he could lift up and enter her from behind. In that position, he was able use her hips as a handhold to pump himself vigorously inside her. Sheila came again after about a minute and Eamon followed shortly with his climax.

“We’re going to use ourselves up before this weekend even starts,” he chuckled as he backed out and stood up off the bed.

“Mmm, that’s a nice thought,” Sheila sighed.

“Well, if we don’t get moving, we’ll miss the plane. Is everything ready?”

“Everything but you,” Sheila nodded, and scooted off the bed to the bathroom.

“Clothes, PJ’s, laptop?”

“Yes everything,” Sheila turned on the tap, and lathered a face cloth to wash between her legs.

“Paddle ball paddle too?” Eamon’s tone of voice carried a slight warning edge

“Paddle ball paddle too, but I promise my attitude won’t need that,” Sheila answered. The paddle could be used for play, but lately Eamon had taken to using it preemptively every time her attitude became testy.

Eamon finished undressing, and climbed in the shower.

By 6:20 PM, They were in a rental car heading out of San Antonio toward their retreat.

***********

Check in was easy. The group had a welcome table in the front hall of the large home, and signs directed them to the sumptuous library where the evening’s session would be held. Eamon and Sheila had time to unpack and freshen up before the welcome buffet supper was served.

Their room was huge, appointed with a large king sized sleigh bed, and a beautiful adjoining bathroom with an immense Jacuzzi tub and separate shower.

“We should remember this place just for regular getaways honey, it’s amazing,” Sheila marveled.

“It’ll do,” Eamon smiled and pulled her to him into a bear hug. “Happy anniversary Mrs. M.”

“You too Mr. M. I love you, you know?” Sheila looked up into Eamon’s eyes and rocked side to side in his arms.

“Hmm.” Eamon nodded. “Me too.”

Supper was great. Sheila was less inhibited meeting the other couples than she feared. Counting the mentors, there were seven couples altogether. Ages ranged from 30 through 66. Sheila relaxed when she saw that there were no weirdos or fashion models among the group, just ordinary normal people.

The intro session was fun, and further helped Sheila relax. Each couple shared about themselves, how long they’d been together, a little about family, and a lot about what their sexual interests were. Most had read at least something about tantric sex. A few had been using it for a number of years. All of the couples reported that they had very active and satisfying sex lives together, and that their main reason for coming to the workshop was to expand their horizons and try new things.

Setting mood and cleansing were the first topics. Techniques for purifying their space, and preparing their bodies for pure loving were shared and discussed. Descriptions were frank and very sensual. Sheila wasn’t the only one who found herself shifting her bottom on the sofa with the anticipation of the practice ısparta escort assignments they were being given. She smiled as she looked around and noticed that all of the men, Eamon included were sporting the tell tale bulge of erections.

The mentors explained that there would be some in person demonstration in later sessions, and couples were free to touch and do whatever they felt comfortable with while they were in the group. But for that session at least, the most explicit activity was a beautifully done and extremely erotic videotape of the mentor couple bathing each other using some of the techniques described.

At 9PM the couples were dismissed with candles, pure soap and oils and their assignments to prepare their space together, and then apply whatever mutual cleansing techniques appealed to them. The only specific request was that they try to make the ritual last for at least an hour, and if they could, that they try to use breathing and muscle tensing exercises to refrain from reaching orgasm for at least thirty minutes after initiating intercourse.

Sheila’s groin was throbbing so intensely from the discussion that she was sure she’d explode just from walking to their room. Her the cotton gusset of her panties was damp, and her labia were swollen so that walking was a very sensual massage. She couldn’t help blushing as she and Eamon followed the other couples up the steps. The fronts of all of the men’s pants bulged in the same state. There was no doubt that every one was going to be enjoying what remained of their evening whether they were successful lasting the recommended time or not.

********

Inside their room Eamon sighed and immediately unzipped his fly. “Now I know why the recommended outfit for the next two days is boxers and t-shirts,” he laughed.

“This is so cool honey!” Sheila exclaimed. “I’m so horny I’m going to explode.”

“Definitely not a run of the mill weekend,” Eamon nodded and stepped out of his pants. “So what’s first?”

“Can you believe Nila and Paul?” Sheila stepped over to help Eamon with the buttons on his shirt, and cuddle against him. “They’re so ordinary!”

Eamon had to smile. “What were you expecting?”

“I don’t know? Hippies or movie star types I guess. I just didn’t expect people like us,” she answered wrapping her arms around his waist.

“Randy sex crazed old geezers like us huh?” Eamon patted Sheila’s bottom. “Out of these now, we have homework. We don’t want to end up in detention now do we?”

Their first task was to remove and neatly fold their clothes, and then prepare the bedroom for lovemaking. Each folded the other’s clothes, and then placed the thick pillar candles on the bedside stands and the dresser on the far side of the room. The drapes were already drawn shut. Together they folded down and smoothed the sheets, and then placed the fresh gardenia flowers on their pillows. Sheila lit her candles first, and then Eamon lit his. With the bedroom ready, they stood at the end of the bed and embraced.

Eamon’s skin felt hot and silky next to hers. The tip of his hard penis was damp against her stomach. “You are so amazing,” Sheila whispered as she rested her cheek on his breastbone. Her eyelashes tickled the hairs on his chest.

“Never have wanted anyone but you sweet thing. You’re everything I need, and then some,” Eamon stroked Sheila’s hair, and then captured her face between his palms so he could look into her eyes.

“Even when I loose my temper and create problems?” she asked, her question sincere and filled with wonder.

“Even then,” he nodded.

They kissed and moved into the bathroom. Eamon started the water running in the tub, while Sheila set out the three remaining candles and lit them. Sheila chose the jasmine and sandalwood oils, and put two drops of each into the water filling the tub, and then poured a capful of jasmine scented bubbles into the flow. Eamon peeled the fresh bar of French milled soap, and laid out towels. Sheila laid the combs and razors on the vanity, and then they both stood back and surveyed everything.

“Looks like everything,” Eamon suggested.

“I think so,” Sheila agreed. Eamon switched off the lights, leaving their naked frames bathed and caressed by soft flickering tendrils candlelight. They stepped into the tub and eased down so they were seated facing each other. Each took a face cloth, and used it to rinse the other while the tub continued to fill.

As their mentor’s recommended, Eamon let Sheila take the lead.

She washed his face first; gently abrading the skin with the wash cloth, and then lathering her hands and smoothing his cheeks and forehead in gentle but firm strokes. The stubble of his whiskers felt especially pleasing with the soft lather of soap acting as a lubricant for her palms and fingers.

“Gawd you’re face is sexy!” Sheila sighed. Eamon simply smiled and kept his eyes closed while Sheila’s hands ministered his skin. He was enjoying the process. When she rinsed off the lather, Sheila followed the rinse with kisses; first his forehead, and then his eyelids and his cheeks and chin, his ear lobes and the sensitive areas below them where she lingered, smiling when he shuddered and flushed with goose flesh. Before moving on to his chest and arms, Sheila kissed Eamon on the lips, and gave him her tongue in exchange for his.

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This chapter is the 7th in this series. For those of you following it, this one again has no sex, but helps to further define the main characters use of “the gift”, and what the repercussions are if used in anger, or defense. It also introduces a new player that will show up quite a bit in future chapters. I would greatly appreciate any feedback you have as I have received very little and would like to know if you all would like me to continue the series. As usual thanks to LadyCibelle for her editing work.

Chapter 7: The Sounds of Devastation

The first few days back at work were a blur for me with many conversations with the boss, and a ton of orders to get shipped. Many of my regular customers came in, and asked how I was. A few even brought me cards. I was touched; amazed that any of these people would take the time to notice a store clerk that was missing. I was learning a lot about people these days, and I found it encouraging.

On Wednesday I was sitting at the front counter playing with the empty puzzle box when my cell phone rang. I flipped it open, and Jill’s voice rang in my ear even as her deep baritone note sprang to my mind.

“Hey stranger, how is work?”

“Good actually. Did you know old lady Henderson gave me a card and flowers?” I said, waiting for the explosion.

“No way! That old crank has a soft spot? Well what is the world coming to?”

Old lady Henderson was one of the shop’s best clients, but she was also a notorious bitch. Funny though, when she brought me the card I could tell she had been genuinely worried about me, though it didn’t take her long to start chewing me out for her new table not being delivered yet.

“Yeah well, people will surprise you. So what’s up? We doing a movie tonight?”

“Well that is why I was calling. The girls want to go out tonight. A friend of mine owns a new club that is the hot spot to go, and Wednesday night is the night all the college kids go out during the week.”

“Sounds like a reason to stay home.” I said with a laugh

“Oh come on you stick in the mud, come out with us. It will be fun!”

“Oh alright, but will everyone be getting naked again? Because if so I want to wear my leather thong this time.” I said still chuckling. I could feel her note thrum louder in my mind, but I still held it away. I don’t know what I was afraid of with her.

“Shut up! God I am still embarrassed about that.” She said the last part quietly, with some hesitation.

“Don’t be. You are the most beautiful of the lot. Frankly I am grateful to have seen you naked.” I said this with some surprise, but I realized I really meant it. There was a long silence on the phone.

“Thanks Mike, I . . . well you’re not so bad yourself.”

I could feel my heart pounding, and there was a ringing in my ears that was completely natural for a change. This was getting a little to serious for a mid-day conversation.

“Thanks Jill. So where do I meet the four most beautiful and eligible woman of Boulder for our night of debauchery and fun?” Jill laughed and the tension eased.

“My place, seven as usual.”

“Alright, you got it, see you then.”

I sat thinking for a bit, absently playing with the puzzle box in my hands. Why was I so afraid to dig into Jill’s mind? Was I afraid of what I might find, or do? How much did I care about her? She was my best friend, but. . . I was startled out of my thoughts by the tinkling of the bell hung on the front door.

The main entrance to the shop was not visible from the counter where I sat, the view being obstructed by all the furniture and the jumble of other odds and ends that filled the store. I waited patiently to see if one of my regulars would come bustling through the shop to find me, or if I would see someone slowly walking the shop looking at our menagerie for the first time.

For a few minutes I waited when I began to be aware of a note in my mind, closer then the others. I had grown used to being able to feel a persons note if they were near, but this called out to me from further away. I reached for it and it sped to me so quickly I found myself holding it back.

It is difficult to describe what I heard then, for this note rang with an intensity that I had not encountered before. It was as though it was amplified, or that it simply contained more sound then could be held. It was enthralling, and terrifying at the same time. I found myself hesitant to explore it, and the hair on the back of my neck rose. A voice drifted through my mind then.

“Careful human. . .” the genie’s voice was hard, colder then I could remember it. Was it only warning, or was it fear I heard. I began to feel goose bumps on my skin, and I pushed the note away. It moved away slowly, as if I was pushing it against a current.

It was then that I saw her. She emerged from around a large cabinet walking slowly while trailing her hands along the rich wood of the things around her as if caressing it. She was small, and her kütahya escort skin the color of caramel, with hair the color of onyx. She was dressed in a long flowing skirt, and a blouse which hugged her small frame and shapely breasts, while falling away from her arms in gathers. There was something about her that made me think of gypsies.

She looked up at me and as our eyes met she smiled a beautiful radiant smile that sent a chill through me. It was not a chill of pleasure, but of warning. It was as if her smile had revealed rows of sharp teeth. Teeth like that of a predator. Her eyes were the kind of brown that was so dark, that you could not distinguish between the pupil and the iris.

She walked slowly toward me and as she did, suddenly I felt her note rush out of the distant noise without my call. Reflexively, I reached out and caught it, held it from my mind. I did not want to see into her music.

She stopped abruptly, and for a moment her grace faltered and she stared wide eyed at me, her pretty red lips parted slightly in surprise. Then her eyes narrowed and her mouth closed and I felt the note begin to move toward me once more, and this time I pushed it back with force.

Neither of us spoke, as we stared at each other across my shop. Then suddenly her note retreated and vanished into the distant noise. It was so sudden that it felt as though for a moment I was unbalanced, as if something you were leaning on had just vanished. In that second, she turned and walked back around the cabinet and out of sight. I heard the tinkling of the bell, and the shut of the front door, and then the shop was quiet once more.

“What the hell was that?” I thought.

“Do you not recognize an enemy when you see one human?” the thrill went through me again, like it had every time I had spoken to the genie. It inspired both fear and joy in me in these moments.

“All I know is I didn’t want her in my mind.” I thought.

“A wise decision. You must learn to guard your mind. I knew the time would come, but I did not think so quickly.”

“What do you mean guard my mind? How do I do that?”

“You will learn, as you have learned to use the gift I have given.” Its voice was final, and as the thought passed through my mind I felt its presence vanish. Great, so some strange woman comes in my shop, and now the genie is talking in riddles again. Oh well, I decided to close up a little early and head home to get ready for my night out with the girls.

*****

On my way home I decided to swing by the Grind, get a cup of coffee and see if Wendy was working. I needed to be someplace familiar with people to shake the case of nerves I had developed from my encounter with the strange woman and the genie.

It was about 4 pm and the shop was fairly slow. Wendy smiled when I waked in, and in spite of myself I smiled back. I walked to the counter admiring the way her curvy figure filled out the tie died tee shirt she wore. It had the word “Berkley” in black letters stretched across the front. I let her note slide into my mind.

“Hey Mike, you want the usual?” Wendy tilted her head slightly as she said it. How is it that woman can flirt better then any man with just the slightest gesture? She was watching me closely for my reaction; she wondered why I hadn’t called her and she was a little nervous.

“Of course, but only if you’re serving it to me like last time.” I said with a wink. Wendy blushed a deep red and smiled wider. I felt her tension ease at me flirting back.

“Grab a table, and I’ll bring it over.” She said with a wink. She was feeling rather bold again. She had liked the rush she got from flashing me. I pushed her note from my mind before I could hear more. Sometimes it is nice to be surprised.

I grabbed my table in the corner and my thoughts drifted to the mystery woman. Who was she, and what had happened back in the shop. Then out of curiosity, I reached out and called her note. It did not come. I could feel it deep in the noise of all the minds of humanity out on the horizon of my minds eye, but it would not come to me.

I felt Wendy’s note as she walked up and set my coffee down. Her tee shirt was far too tight to give me any view like I had last time I was in, but as she put my coffee down she sat on the edge of the table next to me. She was wearing a thigh length skirt, and black boots and stockings. As she sat, her skirt rode up to expose the tops of both her stockings and the straps of her garders.

“Here’s your coffee Mike, and your service.” She said with a slight blush.

“I. . .ummmm” I said with great suaveness. I found it hard to tear my eyes away from her beautiful white thighs, and how sexy the stockings made her legs look.

“You say the sweetest things.” She said, pushing my shoulder and smiling. I let her note snap. She was really flying on adrenaline, and she was very turned on. It looked like Wendy was discovering a bit of an exhibitionist malatya escort streak in herself.

I reached out and laid my hand on her creamy smooth thigh, right above the stocking. I felt the thrill of the contact run through her, and my cock began to grow in my pants. I slowly caressed her exposed skin as I looked up into her eyes.

“Sometimes it is hard to find the words.” I said as I slid her skirt up as my hand moved up her thigh. Her nipples were standing out through her shirt now, and her breathing was as rapid as my own. I could feel her desire and the strength of it made me want to throw her on the table and take her right here.

“Wendy, a little help here?” Kelly shouted from behind the counter. The 5 o’clock crowd had started to filter in and the line was growing.

“Damn it!” Wendy said standing and straightening her skirt. “I have to get back to work.”

“I know, it’s okay I have to go too.” I said. As I did I reached in and stilled the notes of her desire some. No sense in her going back to work all worked up. She gave a great sigh and I saw her body posture relax a bit.

She turned and looked at me. “You better call me soon.”

I nodded, “I will, but won’t your boyfriend mind?” I wasn’t sure why I asked, but I guess my upbringing wouldn’t let me be the cause of anyone’s cheating. She smiled a big smile and leaned over to whisper in my ear.

“Not anymore.” As she said this she nipped my ear with her lips, then in one motion turned and was walking back to the counter.

“Damn.” I said out loud. I was going to have to really think about this, but right now I had to get home.

*****

Being a guy, and one not particularly obsessed with fashion I was showered, shaved, and ready to go in under a half hour once I got home. I found myself waiting till seven to head over to Jill’s.

At 10 to the boredom got to me, and I headed out of the condo locking up since we would be going out. I walked the ten feet to Jill’s door and was about to knock when someone called my name.

“Mike!” I looked up to see Suzan grinning at me as she walked up from the parking area. She was wearing a beautiful low cut dress that showed her large chest to its full advantage.

“Hey Susan! You look fantastic! I am going to have to protect you from the advances of every man in the joint tonight!”

“You better not!” she said laughing.

I knocked and Tuyen opened the door and her face split into a huge grin. Before I could even speak she stepped out and gave me a big hug and a quick peck on the cheek.

“Hey Mike.” She whispered in my ear, then she turned to Suzan and they hugged and the girl talk erupted between them. I thought I saw a knowing glance at me from Suzan as we entered the house. Man I hope I didn’t open a way too big can of worms there.

Inside, Jill came out of the kitchen as we were all entering her living room talking like a bunch of magpies.

“Hey Mike! Hey Suzan! You guys want a drink?” we both nodded and Jill disappeared into the kitchen. She was wearing a tank top and some very appealing jeans. I had to stop myself from watching her butt as she walked away. As I turned away Tuyen caught my eye and raised her eyebrows looking in the direction Jill had gone.

By the time Jill was back with the wine, Ellen had arrived wearing the shortest miniskirt I had ever seen, and a tight white top. The girls all whistled at her and she curtsied which caused her skirt to ride up exposing her black panties. This was going to be an interesting night.

After everyone had finished one (or two) glass of wine we walked the few blocks to Walnut Street, and the new club. It was called Intrigue, and you descended a stair in a small alley to get to the club.

At the bottom of the stairs, the bouncer ID us, and took time to compliment each of the ladies. I thought his eyes might fall out of his head when he took in Suzan’s enormous rack, or Ellen’s legs. Then it dawned on me that Tuyen had dressed down tonight in a turtleneck and jeans.

As we walked down a long hallway to the club, I called Tuyen’s note to me. She was relaxed and happy. She wasn’t really interested in being here for men like the others; she just wanted to hang out. I let her note slip from my mind as we passed a hall leading to the bathrooms, then entered the main area of the club. It was enormous.

A central dance floor was surrounded by a number of sitting areas. Jill motioned for us to follow her, and she lead the way around the dance floor, past the bar and through an archway on the other side of the club. This lead to another room without a dance floor, and the music was significantly quieter in here. It was packed with tables and booths, in little intimate nooks and crannies. Jill led us to the corner and a table with a reserved sign on it. She slid in and we all followed suit, scooting around the bench seat.

“Reserved? How did you manage that?” Ellen batman escort asked.

“The owner is the brother of my sister’s husband.” She said smiling. “Helps to have connections.”

Ellen smiled, “Heck yeah it does, and speaking of connections I am gonna start working on one. Come on Suzan lets hit the dance floor.” Suzan smiled and sprung up from the table after the feisty blond, following her to the dace floor.

Jill looked at Tuyen, “Well aren’t we the boring ones, should we join them?” Tuyen nodded with a big smile.

“Come on Mike, join us.” She said after standing to follow Jill.

I shook my head. She shrugged and followed Jill through the crowd. I felt a little ridiculous sitting by myself at the huge table, but dancing really wasn’t my thing. I guess I was the typical guy in that regard. Oh well, there were any number of very nice ladies to look at from where I was sitting, but I found my curiosity about the girls I was with peaking. I pulled all four of them to me, and allowed just their surface thoughts to enter my mind.

Ellen and Suzan were dancing together I thought, because they had many feelings and thoughts of each other mixed into a pure exuberant tone of joy that must be the dancing. Ellen was rather horny already, and if I was reading it right the object of her affections was Suzan. Suzan seemed oblivious though.

I let myself focus on Suzan’s mind a bit. At the strip poker game I thought I had detected her attraction to Ellen, so I followed the music in her down a little deeper. She was attracted to Ellen quite a lot, but she was in serious denial about it. I felt a few notes deeper and I found an old memory from childhood. A preacher pounding the table in fury about the hellfire damnation reserved for gays. She couldn’t have been 10 years old and it scared the crap out of her. This memory had been built upon by all the stupid societal prejudices until she was terrified of any feelings she might have for another woman. I didn’t think she was gay, but she sure might be Bi.

I reached in and stilled that memory. It was surprisingly difficult due to the age of it. The other notes around it tried to keep it humming, but eventually they stilled as it did. When I was sure it had quieted I drifted back up through the notes and cords to her surface thoughts. She was confused. She had allowed herself to notice Ellen’s flirtations now and she liked them rather a lot. I pushed her and Ellen from my mind, let them work it out from there I figured.

Tuyen and Jill had both found men to dance with. Jill was having fun, but it was clear she didn’t have and designs on the guy she was with. Tuyen seemed like she was just joyful. Not expecting anything, or wanting anything, just enjoying herself. I pushed them both from my mind satisfied that everyone was having a good time.

I found that all the people crammed into this place made for a lot more noise from the notes standing out just due to their proximity. It was a little distracting, and maybe even a little painful. I tired to push them all away further, but it was simply too much humanity in too high an emotional state.

I wished I could put some distance between myself, and the plane that I saw the notes on. Since given the gift, I had seen the notes of individuals like strings of sound dancing on an endless featureless plane in my mind. In the distance was a mass of noise that was all the notes of humanity. This buzz of sound was overwhelming if focused on at once.

However, I had found that I could push them away far enough that the noise of them did not bother me. But now, I had a thousand notes closer then I wanted them, and there was nothing between my mind and them on this plane of thought, my minds eye as I called it.

“If I could only put up something in between them and me.” I thought.

Then, as if I had willed it, I felt as though I reached out and drew a great translucent curtain through the space in my mind. It was literally like pulling the curtains closed on a stage. As it closed around me, the noise stopped, almost completely. I could still see the notes dancing on the plain, but they did not sing through the curtain.

Electricity raced through me. Is this what the genie had meant about protecting myself? I experimented and found I could draw the curtain back with only a little concentration. Open and closed I moved it several times, enjoying myself. Then as I opened it for the forth or fifth time, a single note rang a loud discordant note in my mind. It went through me like a shock. It was a note of pure fear.

Almost by instinct I reached out and pulled it to me. It was close, somewhere in this crowd. As it snapped into my mind I was almost overwhelmed with emotions. It was a woman, and she was terrified, but she was also in pain, and feeling violated. Then like a glass of ice water on my face I understood. She was being attacked. Someone was attacking her.

I reached for a memory of the assailant, for a name, for anything that I could call their note to me with but her mind was beyond reading, the emotions too fierce. I leapt from the booth and began to push through the club. I had to find her. I used the sound of her note to guide me, like playing a crazy game of hot/cold as I frantically walked through the bar.

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(Discretion advised: Contains questionable/retroactive consent, deliberately disgusting and disturbing imagery)

There was a bitter taste in Leigh’s mouth as she realized she was awake, sitting on her bedspread and holding an emptied bottle of amnesia potion. Oh well, there was something that yesterday’s self didn’t want her to know, not that uncommon.

There was a subtle hum in the air as Leigh warmed up the mana reactor for the morning as she always did. The thing, which sieved the more energetic particles of mana out of the air throughout the night and stored them to be directed throughout her tower’s systems, had cost a pretty penny which she did not in fact have to pay back just yet, sinking a whole year’s proceeds from adventuring into the principal on the loan for the parcel of land her tower was on and the reactor, which at the moment had been used only for lighting and appliances. The savings in time for not having to employ servants or worse, use her own magic to make daily chores acceptably easy, had been spent in the preparations toward executing on the work which she would set about doing this day.

She had purchased this parcel from a local lord who apparently did not see the same value in it that she did and she felt no need to inform him of his mistake. Not that he would be able to eke the same value out of this thick, hilly forest without destroying the very thing she’d sought it out for. It was just her good fortune that mages in good standing often chose to set up out in the wilderness in order to pursue their studies of magic away from the distractions of society. Leigh herself at the tender age of twenty-two was perhaps a little too young for this approach to make sense, but anyone who had been in an adventuring party and split up the horde of a dragon could be expected to use up their share of gold right away on frivolity.

Stepping into the dressing room, she spied that her curly, chestnut hair was again falling over her ears and she considered summoning up an imp to take it down a few inches. She’d gotten used to a boyish cut during her adventures after an incident while clearing out a tomb had burnt off a large portion while it hung to her hips and the party’s rogue had taken the initiative to chop the rest roughly off. It wouldn’t be that bad as it was, even as something to potentially be grabbed by a monster, so she just ran a brush through it until her tangled bedhead was relieved.

Breakfast was already cooking when she stepped into the dining room, made by an imp whose summoning circle was built into the kitchen counter and activated upon the opening of her bedroom door, one use of thaumaturgy Leigh was particularly proud of.

Her other little point of pride brought the platter holding breakfast into the room, his green head bobbing as he walked. The goblin slipped his delivery of sausages and an omelette into her space at the table and calmly walked to his own where his own serving already sat. Timmie was rather well behaved for one of that hateful little breed, even spreading a handkerchief over his bony lap, though Leigh had spent months of conditioning to get his manners to this height.

“Washed your hands, did you?” she said.

Timmie flipped up his hands, showing that indeed he had even taken care to get the dirt from beneath his claws. Trimming those would be important in the future, but for her plan to bear fruit, the little man would need to resemble his near-animal brethren to a large enough degree to pass without notice in their home.

Something she found humorous, washing a goblin left its chronically filth-covered green skin two or three shades lighter, not quite minty.

“Once we have finished our meal, the two of us will be going out for a walk to the hole you found for me last week.” Leigh extended an ethereal hand into the space above Timmie’s head and gave it a brief pat as a reward. The sparse, stringy hair she felt under the magic hand’s fingers would be another bit of grotesquerie to be ameliorated in the days to come. “Prepare rations for a half day and a coat. We wouldn’t want you to come down with something, would we?”

He flopped his head back and forward in a mock nod, his long ears nearly slapping against the side of his cheeks. The creature was still an imbecile after all, but the ears were oddly endearing, almost elfin if it weren’t for the nibbles his mates had taken out of them before Leigh caught him.

They ate in silence, as though goblins technically had the capacity and anatomy for speech, one from an area like this with a dismal human population and outside the domain of any demonic lords looking for cheap cannon fodder would not have the need for it. In fact, it had been a major difficulty in studying the damnable creature’s history as they did not have a tradition of oral storytelling, Leigh had never heard of a goblin writing a single thing down, and they rarely made artifacts beyond a thing tied to another thing. Piecing together a history had taken a great ardahan escort deal of crystal gazing and then had only revealed that they were goblins now as they were goblins millennia before, wallowing in the wading pool of evolution. From the garbage heap of creation, the ravening creatures could perhaps call Timmie over there, stuffing his face with sausage, the peak of their culture.

Yes, Timmie, the one who, upon Leigh leaving her tower, it was discovered failed to properly pack the rations and was in fact simply holding them in the crook of his elbow, one bar of oats and dried berries clenched between his gnarly teeth. And, seeing her disappointment, spat the remaining half in with the rest of them, contrived to look apologetic.

No matter, she thought as they walked; she’d made sure to have enough for herself in her own bag along with her potions and varied pouches of supplies. It was hard enough to bear eating off a plate one of these monsters had touched, when her years of adventuring had shown it necessary after finishing an extermination to have oneself cleansed at a nearby church or shrine to ensure one didn’t come down with a pox. These days, knowing that she would have to interact with the disgusting creatures on a regular basis, Leigh carried always an ampoule which would do the same and not incur an offering to whatever backwater god happened to be worshiped locally.

While she kept an eye out on the way, following Timmie, Leigh knew very well that there wouldn’t be much in the way of herbs to collect. If there had been anything worth taking away from this land, she wouldn’t have gotten it at such a premium, now would she? Pallswort, every once in a while she could spot peeking out of the underbrush, but those small, brownish flowers were only really good for chewing to get rid of bad breath. And one would think that she would grab this up to have Timmie gnawing at all times, but while it did effectively clear up the sour, rotting-meat smell, its taste was so repulsive that she didn’t even feel right making the goblin chew it.

And anyway, teaching him to brush his damn horrible teeth was working well enough at the moment.

Timmie stopped suddenly and sniffed the air, they were close. He received his head-pats for being a good boy and Leigh pulled out a collapsible spyglass to scout ahead.

Sure enough, there was the hole into the goblin tribe’s warren, set into the side of a small hill, and a couple of the males were dragging inside the carcass of a boar that they had taken down that night. It was apparent that they hadn’t been able to do so without taking their share and more already, gouges in the poor animal’s flesh correlating to the hunters’ bulging bellies. Hard to blame them for indulging when they brought home the prize, and would get a similarly small portion as they left behind when it was one of their fellows bringing it in, as was more than evident as goblins were endemically starving at almost all times.

Welp, time to get to the point. Leigh pressed a bottle of purplish liquid into Timmie’s hand and he went along with the plan, dashing into the warren to find his way down into the deepest depth and once there, pull the cork.

A minute later, there was a poof of purple gas from the entrance and Leigh strolled to it with the certainty of one who had herself created the sleeping potion, earning herself a day and a half nap on her lab’s floor when her glassware had turned out not to be completely air-tight. A slumbering goblin by the hole’s entrance, the furthest point from the epicenter of the effect, further assured her sense of safety as she bent double to half-crawl inside.

Only a few steps inside, the light from the outside was entirely cut off. At this point, her former adventuring party would have broken out the torches, but Leigh had been at work even then to make something which would make the smoking, choking things obsolete: a salve she slipped out of her pocket and swiped across her eyelids, granting her perfect vision in this underground space as though the ceiling was open to the sky without drawing attention to herself with the glow of firelight.

Not that it made the structure of these tunnels that much easier to navigate. The tunnel to the surface was itself straight but there were branching tunnels coming off it and obscuring where each path might have led. In soft clay like this, Leigh assumed each member of the pack would feel comfortable digging out their own space and thus complicate it beyond reason. But goblins were, as a rule, moronic, so the main chamber would be predictably beneath the root system of the tree on the hill where the structural integrity was best.

Brushing her shoulders against the walls, Leigh tried her best to make her way forward without falling to her knees. Cave systems were better or worse than this and she didn’t feel like complaining, but hoped she would have to go inside herself minimally in the years to come.

Down adıyaman escort here there was a stench like rancid meat and body odor, not to mention the… waste… Her nose would eventually grow numb to the smell, experience said, so Leigh continued, swallowing the beginnings of vomit and waiting for her brain to get it done.

As predicted, the primary nest was right where the roots stabilized the ceiling, a bit of taproot poking through the dirt. It was finally large enough for Leigh to stand and stretch, grateful and pushing the incipience of back pain out of her mind.

A couple dozen little, green bodies lay scattered in the communal sleeping/everything else space. This clan in particular was actually starting from a better place than most of the dullard species and had made themselves a softer nest out of dried grass piled up rather than curling up wherever sleep took them like a dog.

No, Leigh corrected herself, dogs did in fact clear out their own sleeping spaces before settling down.

With the derogatory thoughts out of the way, she went about the arduous task of measuring each individual. The very largest among this bunch was three feet tall when she stretched him out and didn’t show many markers of past disease, but size itself wasn’t the only thing to be bred for; that would likely take care of itself with an increased availability of food. He did have relatively spotless genitals…

The popular conception of goblins was one borne of encounters with the more civilized sort. There wasn’t a scrap of cloth to be found on this lot. Not much to see anyway, as the warty penises were shrunk back into sheaths and the only apparent difference between a goblin man and woman when not in a state of arousal or pregnancy was the hairy sack hanging below (even then, the goblin females could give their brothers a run for their money with untamed hair, reducing the difference further). Sure, there was that one clan that a human had spent two decades selectively breeding for tits and ass, but it was an ultimately damaging endeavor when the spinal issues on the poor creatures cut an already low life expectancy down to half.

Well, they sold well enough, and that was likely all the breeder cared about.

Leigh did make sure to separate the females and the males; selecting for the biggest brain case would be a horrible miscalculation if one didn’t also consider the width of the birthing canal. And yes, she thought as she trimmed away matted hair to insert the spectrum for measurements, this would eventually give the descendants disproportionately large hips. But childbirth was already a major difficulty with the species to the point that some researchers assumed they bred in litters as the only way to maintain a population when birth was so dangerous for the females.

Right, cutting down on litter size would probably be a good idea as well. The more resources that went to a single child the better.

Once she was finished categorizing the lot of them by desirable traits, Leigh took from her bag a device modeled after the sting of a wasp and administered a small amount of potion into the blood of those in which she could find no value. She’d have taken ninety percent of them from the gene pool with this potion, which would harmlessly disable sperm production and reduce the health of the uterine walls so these individuals would make less of a difference in the clan’s future generations, but that would have destroyed the population within only a few years. She would have to bring in more clans from outside at some point to avoid issues with genetic bottlenecking anyway.

For this round, she was only able to focus on those apparent disabilities and genetic diseases which damaged potential effectiveness as a species. The goblin was such a disfigured one in the first place that there was no shortage of these traits, but most people, adventurers and common man alike, only recognized this as ugliness instead of a disadvantage.

Leigh wiped her hands on her coat as she finished to get off the grime. She continued down the hole, going by feel toward the point Timmie would have rushed. At the epicenter of the sleep potion’s effect, and with his weight, the little guy would likely have to get home on Leigh’s back, and she justified the disgusting experience as a reward for him.

Deeper, the dirt tunnel turned more steeply down and she had to brace herself against the opposite wall to keep from sliding down on her ass into the unknown.

It wasn’t until she was completely vertical and her foot no longer touched the opposite wall that she understood why the damnable things would make a hole like this one. Actually rather clever, considering how backward the clan would have to be with its limited contact with the more developed races. After all, she might think of making a passageway which only someone like herself could navigate, and those ugly claws would in fact make it trivial to climb karabük escort a soft, dirt hole or dig a new one with less of an incline to get out.

Leigh dropped down the trap and rolled head over heel to a stop in a tight chamber. And she heard, somehow, the chittering pseudo-speech of wakeful goblins.

They petered in from side passages, half a dozen or so of them with more making themselves heard from deeper within the tunnels, and menaced Leigh with rocks clutched in grubby paws and bared teeth.

She raised her hand to blast them with magic and in that moment discovered that her wand had gone missing in the fall. The lead goblin grabbed her wrist in wiry fingers with monkey strength and dirty claws scratching at her skin; his cheeks were drawn back in a rictus grin, giggling behind it as it yanked her off her knees and onto her belly. There wasn’t any time to search for a tool to take down her attacker before she was set upon by his fellows, jumping on her back, capturing her other arm and wrenching it behind her back.

She wriggled beneath it, instinctively trying to get herself free even as the revolting creatures grabbed at her clothes, heaved back on her hair so she couldn’t even hide her face in the dirt to avoid having to look at them.

So this was how it ended, she thought, already starting to tear up. It wasn’t supposed to be this way, alone in the dark like a newbie because she hadn’t taken them seriously… but why hadn’t the sleep potion worked!? It went through her head over and over even as the group dragged her away through tunnels too tight for her to travel except prone, even as she tried to stop sobbing since one of the creatures had liked the taste of salt on her face and kept trying to get its tongue up her nose. She’d used that very technique to destroy hundreds of goblin nests with potent poisons, but this once it had the gall to fail!?

Leigh let herself be dragged, stewing inside but careful not to spew abuses at her captors lest the bumpy, lapping tongue find its way inside her mouth. Through more tunnels, across stones, branches, and other refuse, she was eventually thrown against a wall of exposed rock deep within the earth and had to watch as the group filtered out with most of her clothes and her bag ripped and clenched in their grubby paws, then covered the only way out with a hatch of sticks jammed into the dirt.

There in the dark, cramped space, Leigh had to tear away the last few scraps of clothing they left her with, underwear included, to cover the largest cuts on her skin.

Sure, the so-called bars on her cell could have been easily kicked out of place, but she couldn’t know the way out, not well enough to escape when the nest was entirely awake…

Leigh curled up against the wall and thought up plans until the potion allowing her to see faded from her blood and her world was plunged into cthonic darkness. She didn’t think she could sleep, not with the sting of her many scratches and the pains from being dragged along the ground like a sack of potatoes, but in this darkness, there was hardly a difference between wakefulness and slumber…

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No way to tell how long she’d been unconscious, but Leigh knew she had been when the prison was cracked open and a couple of her captors came inside. One grabbed her ankle and tried to open up her legs, huffing and puffing until her foot caught him in the ribs. Even the kick of a small woman like herself was enough to smack him against the wall to the other goblin’s laughter, but he was back right away and the way he snarled said to her that her next outburst would be met with something more, a point it drove home with a sharp-toothed nibble on her hip.

Trembling, Leigh girded her mind against what she knew would happen. Her thighs were forced open, claws digging into her tender skin as the small body moved between her legs, bumpy skin rubbing against hers. She could feel the damn thing’s cock raising out of its hairy crotch, throbbing against her thigh, but it didn’t wait a moment to thrust, missing her pussy entirely and unfortunately dragging the rough length of it across her clit. She drew a sharp breath in surprise and thrust her hand between her legs to stop it, but the other one just as quickly grabbed her wrists and pulled them up against her head, standing astride her head, its stinking, oily balls flopped against her forehead.

She turned to avoid the thing’s penis as it too came to life against her face, whapped against her even as his friend’s cock finally found its target and pushed between her pussy lips.

A clawed grip around her hips forced the goblin’s cock deeper with the thing’s frantic humping, balls swinging against her ass as it squealed with pleasure. Despite herself, Leigh could feel something too, heat radiating from deep within as she started to hear the squishing between her legs. She felt a gob of warm saliva drop into her lap, pressed inside her pussy by the head of the creature’s dick, sticking and foaming against her skin.

The one by her head wasn’t satisfied with its stinking cock leaking precum against her cheek. It brought up its foot and stomped on Leigh’s breast, angrily waggling its balls across her face, smearing her with its juices in an attempt to nudge her lips apart with the head of its cock.

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Chapter 28

Northmarket District, Oldtown

Recent events had been a series of wonders for Klzyx’s spotter, Clover. As they hid in his favorite spot, a dusty nook under a latticed porch of the cobblers’ shop, the little Dryad was enthusiastically burbling away, “Sir, have you ever in your whole life tasted anything so wonderful as the treats?”

They’d had the same conversation at least ten times. She had not stopped talking about the little sack of treats that the big woodworker had given them. She was too new to realize that special things had to be saved and savored. The little greedy guts had gobbled all of hers and half of his after he relented and shared his with her. When they were all gone, she had carefully folded the little brown paper wrapper and put it in her magic pouch to preserve the memory. She was acting like talking about them would bring more. He indulged her excitement. He well knew how rare good days were on the streets and alleyways of Oldtown.

As usual, Klzyx kept a careful eye out for threats, from where he sat, he could see the lane clearly and no one could see in. He’d been too busy to think about his sister Roze’s birth-day. He was thinking about a proper gift when heard a creak and turned around to see and prepared to run in case it was the cobbler. The old being was violently opposed to any “street filth” hanging around his shop. He was relieved to see it was his sister, Roze. She stuck her head in.

“He’s in there all right, just like I said he would be. Give me my coppers like you say you would.”

A rumble of voices sounded. Then a thick fingers grabbed the lattice work and ripped it open. A tattooed warrior orc peered in. Klzyx recognized their clan immediately. Thorn Mountain Clan. They served the guild master, Silverbirch. The clan was recently emerged from the Desolate. They already had a reputation for extreme brutality. These were the very beings that the woodworker had been searching for.

He felt sudden numbness slide into his belly. His sister Roze had sold him out.

The shock made him wait a beat too long to respond. A hairy muscular arm reached in and snared his leg.

“Run Clover. Run.”

Too late.

Clover yelped as another of the orcs reached in and snatched her before she could move.

Klzyx grabbed a length of scrapwood and slapped at the big hand that held her. He scored. The orc cursed and let her go. Clover was off in a flash. The other beast slapped him. Hard.

Blackness.

Klzyx regained consciousness in a courtyard that he recognized was behind Silverbirch’s building. Three mountain trolls towered over him, but his eyes were on the old Asrai halfling and his son whose arm was in a sling. Rage twisted the old elf’s mouth.

Pure terror froze him.

“Tell me, O clanless thief, do you care about this young female?” The old wood-elf held Clover effortlessly by her long, blond hair. The little girl hung boneless, unconscious. A large bruise marred the left side of her little face.

“Yes, master I do,” he hated that his voice wavered. “Are you going to hurt her? Please don’t hurt her.”

“Yes, I am going to hurt her. I’m going to have my servants here flay the skin right off her pretty face. Unless thief, unless you tell me where the woodworker is. You two seem thick as thieves. You are common gutter scum, so it won’t be hard at all to tell me. Tell me quick before I lose patience.”

The elf casually slapped the little female again.

The goblin felt stricken. His little spotter looked so small and helpless.

“Please Master, she is a little. She knows nothing of this.”

“That is just the beginning, thief. Now tell me. I need to have a conversation with that human. He will not forget our meeting.”

He dithered. He did not know where the woodworker was. Clover’s eyes caught his. She was awake. She must have been shaming unconsciousness.

His mind raced. She was eel quick. If he could just get her free, she could go for help. He remembered the man telling the both of them to go to Edie, the Healer, if they had trouble. How to get her free. He could tell the elf was getting impatient with his delaying. He felt the weight of his stabbing dagger.

They hadn’t disarmed him.

He winked at Clover, palmed his dagger, leaned close to the old elf and slashed the hand holding Clover’s hair.

The elf screamed in pain and dropped Clover.”

“Go to the big white doggie, Clover,” he shouted.

She was off in a flash. He tried desperately to get away, but the biggest troll caught him with ease.

And beat him. He felt bones break, a sharp pain in his head, then a merciful blackness came.

Silverbirch winced in pain as he and his son looked with fascinated horror kastamonu escort at the blood dripping from his wounded hand. “Toss that garbage aside and go fetch my healer,” he snapped.

The big troll obediently tossed the corpse of small goblin creature into the gutter and went to fetch the healer.

Chapter 29

Eastmarket District, Oldtown

Goldeneyes woke suddenly. Something was amiss. The window that overlooked the street was open. She stiffened in her cot. Had she left it open? Or was it the Shadow walker? Superstitious dread had dogged the edge of her mind ever since her watcher had brought news about him walking the streets of Oldtown.

“You are jumping at shadows. Control yourself,” she muttered.

A voice came to her out of the dark. “Be at ease, goblin. I mean you no harm.”

For the first time since she was a cub, Goldeneyes squealed in pure terror.

A figure stepped out into the light. Her mind went blank with disbelieving irony when she saw the stained worker’s clothes and the red kerchief. She had sent a team out to capture the one being that terrified her. Had she been able, she would have strangled old Silverbirch on the spot. She moaned in despair. This was what came from ambition. She had killed her entire clan with her poor decisions. Her grandmother’s sister had given her counsel when street gossip filtered down about the Leprechaun’s demise.

“The Shadow Walker now involves himself in Oldtown’s affairs. Beware, he is not like any being you might have met. He has no desire for power or status or wealth. Do not test him if you value the clan. He will have no desire or reason to harm us unless we cross him. If you give him reason, he will not stop until every one of us is in a renderer’s vat. Even the Sidhe walk carefully around him.”

“Have you come for me?” She hated how her voice wavered.

At least die with some dignity, she thought. Then realized that her fore-mothers would have cut her throat had they known she possessed such fanciful notions—dignity be damned, survival was everything.

“Not unless you are stupid. I mean no harm to you or your sisters and grandmothers. I want information, that is all.”

His quiet voice shifted her mood from panic to resignation with a bright sliver of hope. She allowed herself to foster it. It made no difference if he was playing a cruel trick. If he meant her dead, she was dead.

“Very well. What do you need to know?” She leaned back against her pillow. Her hand slipped under the quilt feeling for the dagger strapped to her leg.

It was gone from its sheath.

Of course, he had taken it. A giggle of hysteria erupted before she could bite it down. That it was gone, more than anything else, cemented the fact of her helplessness.

“I am searching for a certain pure-bred Daoine, a renegade sorcerer. He has a thing I want.”

She gained a bit more hope. “He is under the protection of Silverbirch. I dispatched two of my sisters to tend to his needs. But I do not know where the guild master has hidden him. The old guild-master keeps his secrets close.”

He nodded, apparently deep in thought. “I have another question, Mistress. You seem a sane being. Goblin-kind have ever been conservative. Why have you taken up against the old dragon banker?”

The question was so beyond her understanding that she couldn’t get a grasp on it. “What do you mean, taken up against the dragon banker? No being is that foolish or foolhardy.”

“Someone has cast a hex on the bank. I suspect that someone is the guild master. You and your clan are in the plot up to your necks.”

Goldeneye had thought herself numb from the shocks that mounted this night. She had known Silverbirch was up to something, but never in a thousand years would she have imagined he was stupid enough to attempt moving against the dragon bank.

Her agile mind raced to the logical conclusion of his outrageous statement. She moaned again. Her clan would be the obvious scapegoat if he failed and fail, he would. The old dragon’s vengeance would be truly horrific. The very deviousness of the trap was magnificent. Then she thought there was no way the guild-master was smart enough to come up with it. Other beings were hidden behind the scenes. That thought frightened her even more. Her quick, agile mind raced for a solution. She needed an ally. The obvious choice was standing in her bedroom.

“Master, to my shame, I did not know any of this. How can I work myself and my clan free from the snare that my ignorance has gotten me into?”

“Well, Goblin, fair trade. I will make a bargain with you.”

Her curiosity surfaced through her terror. “What do you want?”

“First, when this is over, I want you kayseri escort to adopt a friend of mine into your clan. Second, tell me everything you know about this fiasco from start to finish and third, lend me one of your sisters to guide me.”

Chapter 30

Eastmarket District, Oldtown

The goblin, Asaqi, was alive with curiosity when her sister Goldeneyes tasked her with aiding the old woodworker. She didn’t ask questions. Mistress was in a mood, she had learned long ago it was safest just to obey. She assembled a team comprised three of her sisters and two white mountain trolls who her usual leg breakers. They led him the human across Oldtown to one of Silverbirch’s warehouses.

Human-kind in Oldtown were generally regarded with scorn. They didn’t possess the cunning intelligence of goblin-kind, the maker skills of dwarven-kind, or the fighting ability of trolls or orcs. So she was more than a bit curious why her sister had shown such respect to the old human. The others in her team did not mask their disdain for the old woodworker even as they ignored him. It was a straightforward job compared to their usual. Easy money. They sauntered along, greeting acquaintances and joking among themselves.

As a matter of course, Asaqi kept her eye on the cutpurses that infested the streets. She gradually noticed that they were behaving oddly. They seemed to be covertly signing in what she recognized as the thieves’ secret language. With shock, she realized it was the old woodworker that they were directing their attention to. Did he know thieves cant?

Meg, the female troll, grew impatient with their slow pace, cursed and shoved the old man to get him to move faster. Somehow, unbelievably, he adroitly dodged her shove, grabbed her wrist, and twisted it and forced her to her knees. The troll eight feet tall and over five hundred pounds grunted in pain and anger that disappeared when she stared fixedly at a small tattoo on the inside of the human’s right wrist. Her face went pale as milk. She grunted something in trollish. The human nodded. She leaped to her feet and leaped back from him like he was a deadly viper.

He growled out a command in trollish. The two trolls bowed their heads respectfully.

The human ignored the show of deference and walked on. The trolls followed, practically stepping on his heels in their anxiety to anticipate and obey whatever command he would give them.

The goblins looked at each other uneasily and followed. The disdain her team had shown now morphed into a cautious wariness. Something had shifted. Asaqi felt she had lost control of her team and she couldn’t quite figure out why she felt that way. She cursed her blind stupidity when she saw the facade of age was gone from the woodworker. He moved differently. She slanted her eyes at him and what she saw made the hair on her neck stand. His green eyes were flickering from green to black. His former easygoing manner had disappeared. Now he was all cold steel. Deadly.

She had a terrible suspicion and drifted over to the female troll, Meg. She was pale, still shocked.

“What’s going on? Who is this being?”

Meg looked at her like she was a cub. She whispered, “He is the Shadow Walker, Mistress.”

Now it was her turn to pale.

The human looked over at her and growled, “How much further is this place, goblin?”.

Thoroughly cowed now, she answered. “Two blocks ahead, master.”

When the group arrived in the alley behind the warehouse, the first thing Asaqi saw was the crumpled form of a small goblin up against the wall. Someone had beaten the little male severely, but she saw he still lived. Goblin-kind were far tougher than most beings realized. Both she and the human knelt to check on the small male. His left arm was twisted out of the socket and broken. The right still clutched a bloody dagger. He had sustained a massive blow to the chest. Ribs were sure to be broken.

“Master, I hurt.” The little goblin’s voice was barely a whisper.

“I know, my friend,” the woodworker said. “We will get you to a healer. First, let’s get your arm back in place and that will relieve some of your pain. Then we will get you to a healer to fix you up.”

Asaqi watched the human adroitly set the arm back in its socket and noted how he expertly checked the goblin’s eyes and felt for a pulse.

“Clanless, I am. I never had a friend, Master.” He closed his eyes.

And died.

She was shocked when she saw the anguish in his eyes. Goblins saved their emotions for members of their clan. Outsiders were either to be feared or exploited.

“Master?” Asaqi asked fearfully. The being before her had changed into something else, it looked at her and froze her to immobility.

“Go, kıbrıs escort Mistress.”

The woodworker casually walked up to the door and delivered a kick that took the door completely off the hinges.

Despite herself, she followed into the courtyard behind the building. She wrinkled her nose at the redolent odor of death. The yard looked and smelled like one of the slaughtering pits down in the Shambles district. Blood spattered everywhere. In one corner lay the bodies of two young dwarven girls. She could see that someone had tortured them, then slit their throats. They weren’t alone. Two Asrai half-bloods who were sprawled next to them had suffered a similar fate.

She looked at the tall human to see his reaction and stepped away hastily. His eyes were now purest black. There was a shriek and a glowing whip-like shape wove around his body. Wide-eyed, she and her team backed away slowly.

The being looked at her and whistle clicked in low alfar, “The lordling has taken his revenge. I will take mine.” His ebon eyes caught hers. “I have need of your sword, Mistress. I offer two hundred coppers for the loan.”

Thoroughly cowed now, she licked her lips, then belatedly nodded her acceptance of the deal. The human reached into his bag and handed her four paper wrapped in cylinders. She slipped them into her pouch without checking. Counting might cause offense. She meekly handed over her sword.

“Go.”

Asaqi and her team backed away and ran. Utterly relieved to escape.

After the goblin team left, Quinn’s eyes swept the yard again, cataloging detail after detail. He cursed bitterly when he picked up a faint brimstone trace of the ripper’s magic. The last time he’d seen it was in Niamh’s hands.

He stood still as stone, listening to the metronomic beat of his heart, trying to control the flaring rage that threatened to overwhelm him. The Other urged him to cry havoc. As some centering breaths, he was able to bank the heat until all that was left was ice. Finally, he could think.

Niamh would never let go of the ripper willingly. Katie and Niamh working together were a recipe for disaster. Neither of them had a lick of common sense when it came to doing what they thought was right. They would charge the gates of hell with a cup of ice water, egging each other on to run faster. Now it looked like they had got their butts captured. Only the Mother knew where.

Things about this job just kept getting better and better. He cursed again, this time at himself. Told himself to quit whining and get his shit together. He had no room to judge. This day, he was no poster boy for competence.

It was time to have a talk with the guild master. He slipped through the back door and found the first floor empty, save for three of the mindless who sat perched on chairs in a corner, staring at each other. Quinn grimaced in pity and proceeded up the stairway to the second floor moving silent as a winter fog.

There he saw three battle orcs crouched playing one of the dicing games that their race seemed to be addicted to. A female troll sat behind a battered desk, sharpening a dagger on a whetstone.

None of them heard his silent entrance.

“I believe the guild master is looking for me,” he sang out in low alfar.

The sound of his voice splashed into the room like a stone on a still pond.

All four beings jumped into action, tripping and shoving to get to him. The orcs soon sorted themselves. They spread out and advanced toward him. Quinn was impressed. These beings were fighters of high order. Fully trained and, judging from the scars they wore, battle-tested, probably in the fighting pits down in Southmarket.

He only needed one. The whip flashed, two calculated blows, and two fell unconscious.

The third, the eldest, kept advancing. As he shuffled forward, he huffed, working himself into a combat rage.

“Stand fast, battle leader,” he growled in orcish. “And maybe your wives won’t have to tear their hair and mourn this day.”

Given that sliver of hope, the orc stood fast.

Quinn turned to the female troll, who looked stunned by the quick turn of events. “What is your name, Mistress?”

She paled. The tall being spoke trollish. She had a sudden insight into just who this being was.

“I am called Toolie of the Ruby River Clan,” she said faintly. Her eyes were modestly downcast, as was proper in the presence of this being.

“Mistress Toolie, do you know where to find the being that is next in line for the leadership of the guild?”

“His name is Ironhand.”

“Go fetch him here, please. Quick as you can. Tell him Silverbirch needs him.”

“Yes, Master.” She hurried out of the room.

Quinn turned to the orc. “Where is Silverbirch?”

Thoroughly cowed, the orc wordlessly pointed his finger up to the next floor.

“Let us go up and visit him. I am sure he will want to talk to me.” Quinn motioned the orc to proceed him and both of them started up the stairway to the top floor, leaving the unconscious beings behind.

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Chrystal eagerly made plans with Kyle and Ryan again, this time to go to the beach. Once again, she had to spend some time agonizing over what to wear. If she was at the beach with them, that meant she was in public. If she was in public, she had to wear something that wouldn’t let her nips or pussy slip out and be visible. That was such a bummer! So she had to be strategic about it.

In the end she chose a tight, low cut little floral sundress that would be flirty and seductive for most girls, but was so dully conservative by her standards. Under it, though, she wore an excruciatingly tiny little micro bikini, one made of a shimmery baby pink fabric that would get nearly sheer when wet. The bottom part was a G-string, and the top part was a string top with merely tiny triangles to cover her nipples. But they were such amazingly tiny triangles that they were smaller than her big pink areolas. She’d have an “accidental” areola slip a hundred percent of the time, not to mention the high chance of a genuinely accidental nip slip.

Her plan, in the end, was to wear the flirty sundress until she was in an isolated area of the beach with the boys. Then, and only then, that sundress would get tossed to the side in seconds. After that, she’d have to see how long the bikini actually stayed on for. But at least the bikini would serve as a fun and enticing step between wearing the sundress and being totally nude. Maybe she could encourage the boys to yank the bikini right off her body for her.

However, when she met up with the boys at the beach, their welcome to her was not what she expected. They looked genuinely pissed. She’d fantasized about their anger before, about playing hard to get to coax them into being aggressive, but this… wasn’t that. This was…

“Um, is everything okay?” she asked them.

“Well, we’re still willing to meet up with you and fuck you tonight, if that counts as okay,” Ryan said. “But you need to learn to shut your whore mouth.”

“What… what happened?”

“We’ll talk about it in private. We don’t want people overhearing and making it even worse.” After that, they didn’t even say a word to her as they found a secluded area of the beach to set up their blankets and umbrellas. They didn’t even try to touch her body at all. She felt tears well up in her eyes as she spread her cute pink towel out on the sand.

“Now can you tell me what’s wrong?” she whimpered when everything was set up neatly.

“Did you fucking tell your friend, Alex or whatever, that we raped you?” Kyle asked.

“N-no! I would never say that to anyone! You guys didn’t rape me. It was nowhere near rape. I loved it. I told Alex I loved it!” She sniffled and fought the urge to wipe away tears. “Why? Did something happen?”

“The fucking chairman of all the schools’ football league confronted us about this bullshit,” Kyle snapped, slamming his hands down in frustration and making Chrystal flinch. “He fucking asked us if we followed a cheerleader into a locker room alone so we could rape her.”

“Yeah, whatever you told Alex, he probably told his friends or something, and they probably interpreted it as us raping you, and they told the chairman.” Ryan grimaced. It seemed he wasn’t as utterly angry as Kyle was, but he still was clearly not happy. “So, like, in the future? Watch your fucking mouth or we’ll have to watch it for you.”

“I’m… I’m sorry…”

“Sorry isn’t going to fix this.”

“How can I? How can I fix it?”

“I don’t know,” Kyle snarled. “How can you?” He pushed her down and pinned her to the towel she was sitting on, holding his face inches from hers. She could feel his hot breath and see the fire in his eyes. This wasn’t his typical playful “heh, gonna fuck you, baby” type of attitude. This was… what was it even?

She couldn’t hold in the tears anymore. She liked what she had going on with Kyle and Ryan so far. She wanted it to be fun. And maybe she did give Alex a little too much info, but she was pretty sure she made it clear to everyone how much she’d really liked the locker room escapade. And now this? She let out a small, soft sob, then another, then another.

“What, you think crying is gonna make us feel bad for you?” Ryan snapped at her this time.

“I–I just… I really am sorry.” She gulped hard to swallow back another sob. “What are you gonna… do to me?”

“I don’t fucking know,” Kyle said, “But we gotta teach you a lesson somehow.”

“Y-yeah. I… I fucked up. But don’t… don’t hurt me, okay? I mean, you can hurt me, but don’t hurt me.”

“That doesn’t make any fucking sense,” Ryan said.

“I mean, like… I mean… don’t beat me up or rape me for real, okay? Please? I’ll do other stuff so you can punish me. I promise. You can be rougher with me than you’ve ever been before. You can take bad dirty pictures of me and spread them around and make everyone hate me for being such a dumb slut. But don’t really, really hurt me.” She gulped back another sob. “Please?”

Suddenly, their bakırköy escort gazes softened. They must’ve realized how scared she really was.

Ryan shook his head. “Whoa. Babe. It’s okay. We were just saying you have to watch what you say and who you say it to.”

“Yeah, babe, we’re just on edge ’cause we might get in trouble,” Kyle said with a sigh. “But, y’know, you could make us feel a lot better, right now, babe. Giving us blow jobs would be real relaxing and soothe our nerves.”

“Of course,” she said. “Of course I can give you blow jobs. Can I show you my bikini first? I was real excited to show you my bikini.” She sniffled a little more. She couldn’t help it.

“Yeah, hon, show us your bikini.”

She forced a giggle as she tugged the sundress off of her body, shaking her shoulders as she did so that her tits jiggled enticingly, her bikini top barely able to hold them back. The boys smirked as they looked her over.

“How is that even fucking legal to wear in public?” Kyle asked with an amused snort. “It doesn’t even cover your nips.”

“Not that we’re complaining. We’re doing the opposite of complaining.” Ryan grinned. “You look almost as good in that bikini as you look out of it.”

“Mm, glad you like it.” Chrystal forced another giggle as she twirled hair around her finger. She slid down onto her knees, then reached towards the crotch of Kyle’s swim trunks, teasingly caressing his hard cock through the fabric. “Are you ready?”

“Always ready for you,” Kyle said, whipping his cock out from within the trunks and thrusting it towards her face. “Go ahead, hon.”

Chrystal gave Kyle his blowjob like her life depended on it, because part of her worried it did. She began with teasing kisses along the length of his cock, making sure he felt the softness of her hugely inflated bimbo lips. Then she added the efforts of her tongue into pleasing him, licking up and down his whole length, getting his whole cock nice and slick with her saliva. As she sucked on part of his cock, swirling her tongue around it while it was inside her mouth, she rubbed the rest of it with her fingertips. She wanted to take it slow and tease him to drive him crazy.

Unfortunately, she must have been teasing him for too long and too slowly, because of course Kyle grabbed her head and pushed it, along with a sharp thrust of his hips, to cram his cock all the way down her throat. She gagged dramatically, part of it authentic, part of it knowing he loved watching her gag on his cock. She did her best to deep throat him despite how utterly massive he was, sucking as hard as she could to get him off. It was rough for her. Between how massive his cock was and how deep he was thrusting it down her throat, and remembering how he’d yelled at and threatened her moments before, tears pricked her eyes yet again, and she sniffled.

Thankfully it did get him off. Kyle came in her mouth, and this time, instead of swallowing it all, she let some of it drool out of her mouth, and all over her tits. It ran down, some of it going into her cleavage, drops of it rolling down into her tiny triangular bikini top and getting on her nipples. She pushed her drool and cum covered tits up toward him, jiggling them at him tauntingly, before turning to Ryan and jiggling them at him too. However, despite her trying to be a tease and lighten her own mood, she was still upset, and whimpered just a little bit as a few tears rolled down her cheeks in spite of herself.

Ryan seemed completely uncaring, or maybe, hopefully, he didn’t even notice she was crying. He barely gave her seconds to wait before thrust his cock in her face too. He pressed the tip into her lips before she could even do anything. She opened her mouth and let him push it in. Instead of trying to be a tease like she had been with Kyle, as she’d quickly learned was a bit of a mistake, she let Ryan take the lead. He was rougher than usual, and bucked his hips at her, thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth. Over and over again, he shoved it toward her throat, making her gag. This had to be his punishment for what she’d done by running her mouth too much. She couldn’t hold it in anymore and let out a little sob, not knowing whether it was good or bad that the sob was barely audible around the huge cock that was still in her mouth.

Finally, though, Ryan noticed she was crying. He yanked his cock out of her mouth.

“Hey, babe, you okay?”

“I’m f-f-fine,” she said. “Let me suck your cock and make you cum.”

“You sure you’re fine? You don’t seem fine.”

“I don’t want to talk,” she said, being blunt. “That won’t make it better. Let me make you cum.” And she grabbed his cock again and brought it to her huge full lips, giving it a few teasing kisses before beginning to suck and deep throat it again. She wasn’t going to give up. She would suck until she made Ryan cum. Thankfully, the guttural grunts he was making let her know he was close. In moments, she had a mouth full of cum again. bahçelievler escort This time, she swallowed it all. But once her mouth was no longer being used by a cock, she let out a small melancholy sigh.

She didn’t want to act that way, but couldn’t help it. She just kept thinking of how amazing these two super well endowed and surprisingly sweet guys were, and how she’d made them so angry. She did run her mouth too much, and it was her fault. She couldn’t help but think their anger was justified, and…

“Babe, you still upset?” Ryan asked. He grabbed her head, but gently this time, and ran his fingers through her platinum bleach blonde hair. “It’s gonna be okay, babe. It’s gonna work out. We’ll work it out.”

“How about we go buy you some ice cream?” Kyle asked. “Will that put a smile back on that cute bimbo lips pout of yours?”

“Y-yeah, that’d be nice of you guys.” She got up off her knees, preparing to go with them.

Kyle nudged her back down onto the towel as he pulled his swim trunks back up. “Nah, babe, you stay here. If you walk over to the snack stand in that bikini, random people are gonna see your nips and all that. Usually that’d be hot as fuck, but I think since you’re a little upset right now, it’s probably best if you don’t open that kinda can of worms today.”

“Yeah, we’ll get it for you.” Ryan pulled his trunks up too. “What flavor do you want?”

“Vanilla, please,” she said. After all, she had an idea.

“Okay, babe. We’ll be right back.”

She waited as they went to the snack stand. They came back with three cones of soft serve vanilla ice cream. Kyle was already licking his, and Ryan handed her one of the ones he had, before starting to lick the one he had left over. She took it eagerly, and put her clever little idea into action. They were all silent for a moment as they all ate their ice cream. But then the boys noticed exactly what she was doing with hers.

“Holy shit, bitch,” Ryan said, laughing warmly. “You’re such a slut you can’t even just eat an ice cream cone normal. Look at you using your tongue on it all suggestively on purpose. Mouthing it with those big pillowy soft lips of yours like it’s a cock. You turn everything into a porno.”

“Yeah, hot damn. I hate to fucking admit it, but you really are amazing,” Kyle said, a big and oddly genuine grin spreading across his face. “Yeah, you act like a regular brainless slut, but you’re so good at it, and so fucking sexy. Slutty cheerleaders are a dime a dozen, and yeah, you are a slutty cheerleader. But you’re like, top tier. In the top percentage of all the world’s slutty cheerleaders.”

“Oh, you boys like that?” This time she was the one giving them a smug smirk. She took a particularly big lick of ice cream, then drooled a little bit on purpose, letting the soft vanilla ice cream mixed with her saliva run down her cleavage, just like she did before with their cum. Hell, the creamy white ice cream even looked like cum as it dripped all over her tits. Of course that was her plan when she picked out vanilla.

She held her ice cream cone in one hand as she continued to lap it up and drool it back out over her huge tits, then used her other hand to tug down on the front of her string bikini top, teasingly slowly. First she tugged the triangles down just the littlest bit, allowing her nipples to pop out from underneath the fabric for the boys to see. Then she tugged it lower and lower, allowing her tits to spill out completely. Once again, she shook her shoulders deliberately, making her tits bounce and jiggle. Then she started squeezing and rubbing them, taking one in her hand and massaging it while pushing it upward. She grabbed her nipple and teased it with rubbing and pinching, arousing them by her touch and getting them hard.

Her ice cream cone was almost finished, all the ice cream licked up from it, so she opened her mouth wide and wrapped her huge lips all the way over the top of the cone like it was a thick cock. When she finished devouring the cone, she now had both hands free, and used them to push her tits together. She moved from her sitting position up onto her knees, to push her tits even further upward, and crawled herself closer to the boys, so she could shake her tits in their faces.

Ryan smirked and pulled out his phone. Kyle did the same seconds later. They both pointed their phones at her and hit the record buttons on their cameras, each taking a video of her as she shook her tits, moving them closer and closer to the phone camera lenses. She rubbed her nipples again, this time specifically for the camera.

“Mm, mm, mm,” she moaned as she enjoyed stimulating her nipples. She was making herself horny. Well, hornier than she usually was, given that most of the time, just being around Kyle and Ryan gave her that tingly feeling of arousal. Then, doing sexual shit in front of them, like showing off her body for them, made her even hornier, and doing things for them like sucking their şirinevler escort cocks got her pussy wet and throbbing. Well, what with her playing with her nipples for their viewing pleasure, her pussy was certainly wet and throbbing now.

She leaned back onto the beach towel again, and spread her legs, continuing to play with her tits with one hand, and letting her other hand descend between her legs. She placed her fingers up against her soaked and swollen pussy lips and rubbed them, teasing herself, getting herself even more horny. Her breathing got heavy, and she inhaled deeply as she began plunging her fingers into her pussy one after the other, until she had three fingers inside. She spread those fingers out, opening her pussy wide, pressing into the inner walls of her pussy and making it feel so full. She took her thumb and started rubbing her clit, feeling it swell up even further beneath her touch.

God, the sensations overtaking her body felt so good. She moaned loudly, perhaps too loudly considering she was on a beach with people not too far away, then bit down on her lower lip to suppress the second wave of moans. Usually the idea of someone discovering her during her masturbation session would be another huge turn-on, but the boys were right. She was in a weird place emotionally today, and so it wasn’t a good day for exhibitionism. At least, not exhibitionism to other people. She was more than happy to put on a show for the boys. So she kept up on rubbing her clit and letting out whimpers of pleasure.

“You realize we’re recording video of you on our phones right now?” Ryan said with a sharp exhale of amusement.

“Yeah, mm, ahh, that’s why I started, ahh, masturbating,” Chrystal said, between heavy breaths that made her tits heave and jiggle.

“Of course a slut like you wants us to make a video of you masturbating.” Kyle let out a snort of a laugh. “Well, hope you don’t mind if I join in.” He whipped his once again already hard cock back out from under his swim trunks and started rubbing it, harder and harder, pleasuring himself until he growled. Ryan joined in as well, and soon the two boys were both jerking off to Chrystal’s antics.

“Mm, fuck. You put on an amazing show.”

“So do you,” she said, gasping in even more pleasure as she eyed them up. Watching them jack off their huge cocks as she played with herself added a whole new dimension to the bliss she was feeling. “Those cocks… mmm.” She let out another moan, then another.

“Mm, you like our cocks.” Ryan let out a growl of pleasure. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah, of course you love these cocks,” Kyle said, panting. “Yeah… yeah, yeah. Ohhhh yeah.”

The three of them came almost in unison. The boys aimed their cocks and sprayed their cum over her body, covering her big tits and her toned stomach with it. She wiped the cum onto her beach towel before collapsing down onto it, having to catch her breath.

“Well, that was hot,” Kyle said.

“Yeah, so fucking hot. It’s getting late, though, and we all have classes tomorrow,” Ryan sighed, closing the video app on his phone. “We better be responsible gentlemen and get you home on time.”

“Responsible gentlemen?” Kyle laughed as he put his phone away too. “Well, maybe. We were kinda uncalled for nasty to you today, so maybe we need to make up for it by being responsible gentlemen.” He held out his hand to her to help her get up from her now sticky towel, and Ryan then tossed the balled up sundress at her so she could tug it back on.

“Mm, you boys can be sweet when you feel like it,” Chrystal giggled. “Such rock hard muscle hunks with a sexy cocky attitude, and yet you have a little soft spot. That makes you even hotter.”

“We do not have a soft spot,” Kyle huffed, though with a laugh in his voice.

“Okay, maybe we have a tiny little soft spot, but only ’cause you think it makes us hotter.” Ryan smirked.

Chrystal sighed as she got in the boys’ truck, a little bummed that they didn’t fuck her that night. She couldn’t help but wonder if maybe they held out on her on purpose, because they were still a little bit pissed off at her. But at least the three of them had their hot little beach masturbation session, and that was enough to make the night worth it to her, even in spite of all the upsetting shit that had happened at the start. She hoped the situation would resolve itself, and was willing to do anything she could to help. If the boys needed her to say the right thing so that they didn’t get in trouble with their football league, she’d do that. If the boys needed blowjobs, well, of course she’d do that.

The boys parked their truck in front of the front door to her apartment, and she got out of the truck, expecting to walk in by herself. But they both got out of the truck too, just to walk her to the door, almost gentlemanly. Ryan pushed her up against the door once they got to it, though, kind of ruining the sweetness of what they’d just done. Then, though, he leaned in and kissed her, pressing his rough masculine lips to her overinflated bimbo ones, probing her mouth with his tongue surprisingly gently for a moment before easing away. And, like anything else with these two, once one of them backed off, the other one came in. Kyle leaned in next, and gave her a tender open mouthed kiss as well.

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(You’ll get much more out of this if you read Part 6 first. Going back to Part 4 or further will really frame what’s about to happen.)

Gayle pulled my briefs and pants up, then fastened my belt before removing the blindfold. My eyelids fluttered as I adjusted to the light. Then, I looked down into the eyes of my true love, the woman for whom I’d often professed willingness to die for.

Her look said it all. Everything suddenly became real. No mask. No fantasy or fetish, or whatever this was. She had convinced me I had to make the choice of doing this with her, or letting her begin without me. There were no other options to be had.

I turned around, walked towards and out the front door, and started towards Derrick’s house in a trance, with my cock straining painfully against its confinement. I looked down to see the bulge my caged member created. It was impressive, to be sure. But it wasn’t me. I wanted to believe it was indicative of me earlier in life, but that just reinforced her notion that I had lost length and girth as I aged and became lazy. Lost the ability to fulfill the robust needs she still had, and now sought in other men.

“This is insane!” I thought. “You need to turn around, go back to the house, and call this whole thing off.”

The trouble was, my feet kept moving forward, compelled by a perverse desire to actually see this play out. Walking towards the house of a man I’d never met. Never even said hello to. He could be any stranger that caught her interest. I was simply the messenger. The one to tell him that my wife found him desirable, and would he be interested in fucking her?

The choice of Derrick was far more dangerous. bahçeşehir escort The guy lived right down the block from us! Whatever happened here could taunt me every time I saw him or looked at his house. Saw his truck go by. He would wave, I would wave back, but we would know that Gayle was calling the shots.

My mind continued to go down a rabbit hole.

What if she chose not to hide it? I envisioned Gayle and I on a run or walk, when Derrick drove by. Envisioned her hopping into his truck and leaving me behind for all to see.

“No,” I thought. “She would not be that sinister!”

Then I remembered her saying that as long as I helped her find men that would satisfy her needs, she would not go about this on her own. That compelled me to walk to his door, where I hesitated once more.

“This is a porn script,” I said to myself, “not the life of a suburban couple who’d been fairly adventurous when it came to sex, but always vetted play partners together. How horned up had she become that our process had been cast aside? Or had she vetted him already? Had they reached an agreement, where my actions now would be the deciding factor in whether they fucked?”

I looked at the contractor’s truck in the driveway, with Derrick Strong stenciled on the side, along with a phone number.

“Derrick Strong,” I thought. “I’m about to find out.” I wanted to turn back, but didn’t, convinced once more that if I didn’t go through with this, didn’t fully commit to her, that she would proceed on her own.

I rang the doorbell and waited. Nothing. I rang again, this time knocking as well. The house was silent.

I esenyurt escort waited some more, wanting to be sure of what I feared and desired the most. Then I realized I needed to leave before a neighbor didn’t recognize me and became suspicious.

I started walking back to our place when Derrick’s neighbor pulled into their driveway.

“Hey, Ollie,” I said as I waved to him.

“What’s up, Richard?” he responded. “Did you need something?”

“I wanted to ask Derrick something,” I reacted. There was no lie in that. I did, however, feel my caged cock want to pop out and say hello.

“Okay,” Ollie said back. “Have a good night.” Then he walked into his place, and I continued back. Just before reaching our door, I realized I could have called the phone number on his work truck.

My hand instinctively reached for my pocket, still acting on Gayle’s behalf. No phone.

“Duh! Of course, there was no phone in my pocket,” I realized. “Why would I have grabbed it?”

I felt relieved, yet despondent. She could easily walk outside, see his truck, and call the number herself. It changed nothing.

I walked into the den. Gayle was relaxed, sipping on some wine. Nothing in her demeanor gave away her thoughts. I at least expected some signs of urgency. At least that’s how I would feel if waiting for a lover.

“He wasn’t home,” I said.

“Hmmm,” was her response, then took another sip of wine before looking up at me.

“Did you do everything I asked?” she questioned.

“I did.”

“And what happened?”

“I rang the bell, then rang it again and knocked,” I said. “I waited on his porch for over five halkalı escort minutes. There were no sounds coming from within the house.”

She studied my expression, like a detective assessing a suspect.

“Well,” she began, “I guess that’s a reasonable effort. Would you like a reward? Say, coming? You weren’t successful, but you deserve something for your first effort.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I blurted out.

She motioned for me to stand before her. With our feet almost touching, she lowered my pants and briefs, exposing my cock that bulged from every gap.

It was another opportunity for me to see just what I looked like. See if this cage was really new and smaller than the old one. But I didn’t. I felt duty bound not to, unless my queen allowed it.

Gayle began massaging the base of my root with lube, while using her other hand to glide over the cage itself. My containment had again splayed my urethral open. I melted with each pass of her lubed finger over it.

She returned to working on my root while her other hand drew over my ass crack. Crazed lust burned throughout as my legs began to buckle and sway from my pent-up anguish. I couldn’t stop my hips from rocking to masturbate myself in her hand. Faster and faster I jerked with spasmodic thrusts.

That’s when she took her hands off of me. I fucked the air, using my hips to shake the cage in sheer desperation. Cum began seeping from my cock head in a slow stream that lasted forever, accompanied by tears of joyful anguish amidst a haze of hyperventilation.

I teetered towards the sectional, hoping to land safely but without the energy to care. Gayle guided me to land next to her. I’d never felt so mentally spent. I didn’t care about the cage. Didn’t care about anything. I just wanted to melt away in her arms.

She pulled me alongside her. The last thing I remember before dozing off was wondering what had just happened, what might have happened, and what may happen next.

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Kate had always been a bit of a morning bird. She slept deeply, a full 9 hours each night. And the moment the clock hit 7:00 she would open her eyes, fully awake and ready for anything.

It was already Thursday, the last week of the semester, and the feeling of relief at being done with schoolwork was beginning to mingle with sadness and reminiscence. Kate knew she just had to push through and find something fun to do for the day. Hopefully that would let her enjoy the last couple days.

After showering, Kate stood in the middle of her room, hands on her hips. She had a towel around her torso and another wrapped around her head. She stared at the sun-dappled trees outside her window as they gently swayed. She watched a few small birds fighting and chattering for a moment. A deep sigh left her chest, hands falling to her sides.

The clock read 7:45. She had taken a “full” shower this morning, shaving her legs and underarms, standing under the water for a few minutes longer than normal. She wondered about Goldmund — she hadn’t seen him at all yesterday, and Jesse had mentioned that he disappeared before the dance concert started.

Kate’s bare feet padded softly across her carpeted floor toward her dresser. She chose a thin, soft green sports bra made of elastic material, wide-legged black linen pants with a high waist that was tied with a cotton cord, and a slim blue button down that had a pointed collar. She liked to roll up the sleeves. Slipping on her favorite pair of flats, Kate placed a few artist pencils in her bag, pulled her hair into a messy bun and left her dorm.

Walking through the halls of the main building on campus, Kate passed the tall arched windows that ran on either side from waist-height to the high ceiling. To her right they looked out to the garden on front campus. To the left, the track and soccer field at the bottom of the hill. She noticed the early morning light coming in from the right at an angle, thrown up to the ceiling, highlighting the detailed crown molding that bordered it. Over almost a century, layer after layer of blue-gray paint had coated and almost blotted out the original molding. Catching it early in the morning or just after sunset was the only way to see it clearly.

As Kate walked, her flats made a muffled tapping sound on the broad cold tiles covering the floor. The tiles ran diagonally down the length of the hall that was bisected by the Main Lobby — where parents of new students and seasoned graduates met and mingled on special occasions. Through a hall that led behind the reception area was the Student Center, complete with a small kitchen where food could be ordered, several pool tables, and a gaming center hidden behind one of the partitions to the left of the entrance.

As she walked, hands on the straps of her backpack, Kate made an asymmetrical pattern with her steps across the diagonals of the tiles, taking two, then three steps for each diamond, avoiding the gaps between them. She became so absorbed in her thoughts as she played this game that she almost ran into Jesse, who had bounded across the hall in her dirt-smudged trainers to meet her.

Kate looked up, startled. “Jesse! What are you doing up so early?”

Jesse huffed between words, hands on her hips. “Just got back from a run. Found a new trail I’ve never seen before!” Wiping a few beads of sweat from her forehead, Jesse asked “You headed to breakfast?”

Kate looked at the streaks of dirt smeared on Jesse’s shins and calves. She sighed, trying to pull herself out of her thoughts. “Yeah… you wanna join?”

Jesse grinned, her face flushed after her run. “Of course!” she said, turning to walk beside Kate.

“Hey, did you see Goldmund at all yesterday?” asked Kate.

“No. Shit, now that you mention it I haven’t seen him since that concert on Tuesday.”

Kate furrowed her brows, deep in thought, and quietly said, “Do you think something could be wrong?”

Jesse looked over at Kate as they walked. “Nah, you know how he can be — probably just found a couple people to hang with for the day. Or maybe he just hid away in the library and forgot to get food at the dining hall. I’m sure it’s nothing.”

But Kate’s face was frozen in concern. She lowered her head and seemed to sink deeper into her own private world.

“…a penny for your thoughts?” Jesse asked, only half joking.

“Nothing… no, nothing. Sorry, just didn’t get the best sleep last night,” Kate said, trying to give Jesse a smile.

“Whatever you say,” Jesse said gently. “Hey, for all we know he might be at the Dining Hall right now!”

Kate and Jesse walked into the dining hall after crossing the length of Main Hall. Kate scanned the tables quickly for Goldmund, but he wasn’t there. At one of the tables Kate recognized Mina, a dancer she used to sit next to in one of her Philosophy classes. She was wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, and her thick hair was pulled back in a purple scrunchie. She headed to the table, Jesse trailing uncertainly behind her, and set her backpack next to one of the chairs.

“Is this topkapi escort seat taken?” she asked Mina, who was slowly eating a bowl of cereal.

“No, go ahead! Hey Jesse,” Mina said, smiling.

Jesse nodded absently and headed to the pile of pancakes stacked in a metal tray at the hot bar along the back wall of the cafeteria.

Kate quickly grabbed a bowl of fruit at the salad bar and sat back down.

“So, are you ready for summer?” Mina asked.

Kate paused to chew a chunk of pineapple, raising a finger to her lips. “Yeah! I have a couple art projects I want to get started on, could help with my portfolio for schools later on. What about you?”

Mina smiled. “Wow, that’s great! I wish I had things more planned out, but I’m honestly going to try to take a break after all this work.”

Kate sighed, “Yeah, I should probably try to do that too. I can never get myself to sit still.”

Mina and Kate sat chewing in silence. Kate looked over to Jesse, who was busy putting an obscene amount of peanut butter on a huge stack of pancakes.

“Hey, Mina? Could I ask you something?” Kate said hesitantly.

“Of course! Is everything alright?” Mina asked, a slight frown forming on her face.

“Oh no, totally! Everything is fine… it’s just, you know Goldmund right?” Kate asked.

“Yeah, I saw him at the dance concert the other night. I think he’s in my Com class. Why?” asked Mina.

“Well, Jesse and I haven’t seen him the past couple days, and I was just wondering if you know where he is? Not that I’m trying to keep tabs or anything! I’m just overthinking I guess.” Kate said, becoming more unsure as she spoke.

Mina’s face took on a tinge of guilt as she looked around the empty dining hall. Hardly anyone had shown up for breakfast yet. “Kate, can I trust you to keep what I say in confidence?”

“Keep what in confidence? …Of course, I just want to figure out what’s going on and make sure he’s okay.” Kate said breathlessly.

Mina lowered her voice. “I only know because I’m with the Dance department. I think he’s been with Olive and a couple of the other dancers. I saw him in the barre room right after the concert. Look, I’m really sorry. I know you two are pretty close.”

Kate held her breath, then gave a sharp huff, as if she had been cut. “Well, thanks for letting me know… is there anything else you can tell me? Like, do you know where he is now?”

Mina hesitated. “I’m not sure exactly. That’s all I can really tell you. I’m sorry, I hope you all can find him!”

At that moment, Jesse’s plate of pancakes, along with a plate of eggs and a plate of tater tots banged down on the table. Without acknowledging Kate or Mina, she started to eat furiously, elbows bracing her against the table.

Kate finished her bowl of fruit quickly. She said goodbye to Jesse and Mina, grabbed her backpack, and walked out of the dining hall.

She decided to take the long way to Olive’s apartment. She was determined to see Goldmund, even if it meant personal embarrassment. In the meantime she just enjoyed the day. Kate walked crosswise through the quad outside the dining hall, enjoying the swish of her flats as they swung through the grass. There was a slow and balmy breeze that flowed through the trees, causing the blades of grass to slowly swim amongst themselves.

She would miss the birds singing early in the morning, the study sessions in the library, even the brash school chants. She would miss Jesse, her bottomless determination, her goofiness and humble brilliance, their conversations and playful debates.

And she would miss Goldmund. His disappearance just before the summer, their last days on campus, their last late night study sessions, hurt her. Over the past four years they had gotten so close. At least, she thought they had. The last couple days made her wonder how much he valued her, how much he cared for anyone but himself. Frankly, Goldmund could be, and had been, an asshole in the past. Usually he came around and sheepishly apologized. How could he abandon them when this might be their last week together?

Kate stood on the sidewalk outside of Olive’s apartment, looking up at the building. It looked just like the other houses to either side, running along the street a block or two from campus. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

She heard something just behind the door, as if someone was standing there, waiting silently. Then, the door creaked open.

“Oh, hey!” said Janell, standing with all her weight on one hip, angled out, and her opposite leg kicked back behind her calf. She wore a form-fitting black tank top with spaghetti straps and white athletic shorts with a deep yellow stripe along the sides. She was barefoot.

“Hey! I’m Kate. I was at a party here a few nights ago…?” Kate said uncertainly, gripping the straps of her backpack with her fists.

“I know you, I think we may have had English together once. Come on in!” Janell turned and strode into the apartment, her hair swaying in its long, neat ponytail. Kate merter escort recognized the living room, leading into the dining room and kitchen. She sat down on the couch at Janell’s suggestion. “So what brings you?” Janell asked, unassuming.

“I’m actually looking for Goldmund,” Kate admitted after a pause. “I don’t know… it’s stupid, but I thought Olive might know where he is for some reason.” Kate blushed lightly, feeling silly for coming in the first place.

Janell hesitated — something she didn’t do often. She seemed to be thinking about what, or how much, to say. “Yeah, Olive should know. They’ve been hanging out the past couple days,” she finally said. “She’s still asleep. Let me see if he’s here,” she said, pointing her thumb behind her. Before Kate had time to object, Janell had half-skipped her way to the hallway where Olive’s bedroom was. Kate looked around.

The dancing pole was still up in the dining room — Kate could see it from the couch. She could also see the door in the corner, the one that looked so much like a closet which Goldmund and Olive had disappeared behind just a few days ago. She stared at the door. It was as if a dark energy was concentrated behind it, seeping into the wood grain and threatening to burst out. She suddenly felt a slow, creeping fear. Where was Goldmund? And was *she* safe here? She should have let Jesse know where she was headed.

But Kate didn’t have time for second thoughts. Before she knew it, Olive walked through the doorway and stood in the living room. Kate stood up, startled.

Olive wore a faded silk nightgown. It wasn’t colorful — it had shades of brown, deep moss green and faded gold. The way the colors snaked intricately around each other and seemed to shift and shimmer delicately with the fabric made it seem gorgeous to Kate. Textiles weren’t her art of choice… and yet she watched the confounding symbols shift and transform as the mid-morning light hit them at different angles. It was like the silk contained a series of ciphers, strange yet familiar. The meaning teased her, as if it were on the tip of her tongue, just out of reach.

Where the fabric clung to Olive’s slight curves, draping down in dynamic folds, the patterns seemed to meld to her skin, the sheer fabric revealing Olive’s amber skin tone just underneath. Kate’s eye caught at her spry curves but couldn’t lock onto her figure, hard as she looked.

Olive stared at Kate for a moment, two strands of her hair framing her face, still rosy with sleep. “Good morning,” she said, waiting patiently for an explanation.

Kate looked up at Olive’s eyes, realizing how long she must’ve been staring. She blushed deeply, and searched for her words. “I — I’m sorry, I just… I wanted to check up on Goldmund. We haven’t seen him…” Kate trailed off, ashamed.

Olive let out an indulgent laugh. “Oh! So you must be his keeper?” she said, putting her hands on her hips. Kate looked to her waist involuntarily, feeling a little jolt between her legs at seeing Olive’s hips outlined more clearly in her gown.

Kate tried again, just barely pulling herself out of the trance Olive’s figure had put her in. “I guess I’m just confused,” Kate said. “I just thought…” She hesitated, feeling like her words were unraveling, slowly moving out of her control.

She sat back on the couch. Olive took two light steps forward, moving directly in front of Kate, her feet planted shoulder-width apart, her gown swaying, revealing the curve of her hips one moment, the verge of her inner thigh the next.

Kate felt something that she had buried deep in her heart begin to bubble up, moving towards her throat. She felt a growing heat between her legs and a deeper relief that her secret was so close to release.

Olive leaned over the squat coffee table, gently cupping Kate’s chin in her left hand, and commanding in a deep and stony yet seductive voice: “Tell me.”

Kate felt the pressure of her secret spill out despite herself: “I love him.” The relief washed over her face, dousing any shame she may have felt. “I’m in love with him. Please, can you take me to him?” Kate asked in a strange, pleading voice she didn’t recognize as her own.

Olive brushed her hand under Kate’s chin as she removed it, taking a step back and cocking her head slightly to think. Kate didn’t look away from Olive’s eyes — she felt drawn in, excited and anxious, wondering if Olive shared the feeling.

Olive looked over her shoulder at Janell, who smiled and cocked one slim eyebrow up questioningly. Olive gave a light nod, and turned back to Kate who was still transfixed.

Janell strode excitedly to each window in the room, lowering the blinds. Then she half-skipped to the apartment door and engaged the deadlock with an audible click. The living room seemed much darker with the blinds down — hardly any morning light coming in.

Olive moved even closer to Kate, her legs straddling Kate’s knees, her silk-draped legs pressing into the edge of the couch cushions. Kate felt the soft silk spread taut between Olive’s esenler escort legs, pressing into her knees through her light linen pants. Olive looked down at Kate, whose head was upturned, a sharp, pleading gleam in her eye.

Kate felt her peripheral vision get dimmer in the darkened room, felt her mind focus solely on Olive, her lithe body, her deep, hypnotic brown eyes.

Janell stepped up behind Olive, handing her something. Olive leaned down until her face was inches away from Kate’s, until Kate could feel Olive’s breath brushing against her face. She felt her face flush.

Olive held something up next to their faces. Kate turned her head slightly to see. A bright red collar attached to a thin chain hung from two of Olive’s outstretched fingers. Kate noticed a small silver bell attached to the front.

“I need your permission to put this on of course. If I have it, I can lead you to pleasures you never dared to imagine. And, eventually, I can lead you to Goldmund,” Olive said.

Kate looked back at Olive in nervous excitement. “Um… you won’t tell anyone, will you? I’m not saying I — I want to…” Kate trailed off breathlessly, Olive’s face-framing strands of hair swaying with Kate’s breath.

“It will never leave this apartment, you have our word.” Olive said.

Kate hesitated for half a moment. Then, with pursed lips, she nodded quickly and said, “Yes. Could you please put it on me?”

Olive unclasped the red collar and gently fit it around Kate’s slender neck, being careful not to snag her hair. She tightened it just until it was snug, checking by slipping her index finger up under the collar. Kate heard the bell jingle slightly as Olive fit it onto her. Kate felt a shiver travel up her spine, and her toes curled slightly in her flats.

“Comfortable?” Olive asked, hands on her hips. Kate gulped, still getting used to the feel of the collar. She felt like her world had been turned upside down within just a few minutes. It was dawning on her that she had lived with a knot in her chest for as long as she could remember — one that she felt loosening slowly in the presence of Olive and Janell.

Kate nodded shyly, the bell on the collar jingling. She looked down at the thin chain, one end connected to her collar and the other held in Olive’s hand. The chain sagged down between them in a smooth arc, swaying slightly with the pulse of Kate’s heart in her throat.

Behind and to the side of Olive and Kate, who were staring intensely at each other, Janell stood with the ball of one bare foot resting on top of the other foot. She rested one hand on her belly, just above the elastic of her white and yellow gym shorts, feeling that familiar tingling sensation she got before playing.

Olive took two steps away from Kate, leash in her hand, and tugged. Kate leaned down off the couch, getting on her hands and knees in the gap between the couch and coffee table. Olive guided her to crawl to the other side of the table, sitting down on the edge of it, crossing her legs and holding Kate’s leash taut. Kate felt the living room’s carpeted floor pressing into her hands and knees, and felt the tug of the collar. She could see that Olive’s gown had parted at her chest, and her breasts showed slightly. She could feel the command of Olive’s eyes, and didn’t dare to look away.

Olive motioned to Janell, who walked behind Kate and sat down. She put her hands on the cotton tie at the front of Kate’s linen pants, just below her belly button. Without looking away from Olive, Kate nodded her head.

Janell undid Kate’s pants, sliding them down past her waist. When she got them to the floor, Kate raised first one knee, then the other, allowing Janell to pull them off. Janell saw Kate from behind, her messy bun still intact, her back slightly arched towards the floor, her small, shapely bottom bare and on display just for her, the dirty bottoms of her flats turned toward the ceiling.

Kate felt her mouth begin to water, her heart pounding in her ears. Olive uncrossed her legs and bunched her intricate silk gown in her hands, showing her tan, shapely feet partly hidden by the carpet, slowly raising the shimmering fabric higher, higher, past her shins and knees. With Kate’s face right at the level of the coffee table, only a few inches from Olive’s knees, Olive parted her legs just enough for Kate to see her shaved vagina, already glistening slightly with her wetness. Janell gently tugged at Kate’s legs until she moved her knees a few inches apart. Janell laid down between Kate’s upturned, slender calves, feeling her flats brush against her sides. Janell grabbed Kate’s hips, slowly sliding herself under Kate’s ass, until she was looking up at a small, soft bush between her legs, just below her belly.

Just as Olive tugged Kate’s leash and pulled her head under the silk canopy of Olive’s nightgown, into the warmth and darkness between her thighs, Janell pulled her head up by Kate’s hips, and closed her mouth around Kate’s wetness. Janell felt the hot juice of Kate’s pussy coat her nose and chin as she slowly pushed her tongue up between Kate’s labia and into her vagina. Kate’s collar jingled as she trembled, the thrill of Janell’s tongue overwhelming her. Janell felt Kate’s flats press harder against her sides. She felt her upturned big toes through the thin material of the shoes as Kate’s toes curled.

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Lauren and Kelsie had been indulging in their fun as often as possible and were still enjoying their new relationship. Sometime shortly after the record-breaking bladder hold Kelsie did, she brought up the shipping store employee again to Lauren. It took no convincing for Lauren to agree to go in there from time to time just to see if she was someone like them. Did she hold her pee and poop and get desperate like they both did? There was only one way to find out. She was a cute girl, average height, with curly dirty blonde hair to her shoulders, average boobs and a nearly perfect ass. Lauren and Kelsie had to find out more.

Over a couple weeks, the couple went into the store at varying times, each time for something minor, once for a long package return. They both noticed some semi-obvious nonverbal signs that this employee about their age was seemingly always holding her bodily functions. A couple times on visits late in the day it was very obvious, from leg shaking, bobbing in spot, legs crossed, an occasional wince, and they both realized this cute young employee was an obvious holder. In fact, during the package return late in the day, her signs became pronounced as she clearly couldn’t do what was needed to stem her needs and was getting progressively more desperate. Almost at the end of the return, the couple caught an audible fart, and she instantly jammed a hand in between her legs. It was then that Lauren made her proposition.

Looking at the name tag she said, “Heather, you clearly know us, you’re always smiling at us when we’re in here, and we both think you’re super gorgeous, especially when you’re, you know….” Then Lauren pointed at Heather’s crotch, where a tiny wet spot was visible on her tan work pants. “Think you can hold it until after your shift and meet us at our place?”

“Ummm, wow! I didn’t really expect this… well, maybe I did. Anyway, yeah, I should be able to wait, what’s the address?”

Lauren wrote the address on a sticky note, then slid it across the countertop to Heather.

“Thanks! I get off at 6, and I’ll be right over!”

“Okay, see you soon!”

Lauren and Kelsie got in their car and drove back home then, and Kelsie said, “Did we seriously just do that? That was crazy!”

“We sure did! Now we’ll have to see if she can actually wait that long!”

A couple hours later, Lauren and Kelsie had consumed quite a bit of water, and both had to pee quite badly. There was a knock on the door. Lauren walked to the eyehole and looked through to see Heather dancing around outside their door in a clear state of desperation. She opened the door and in a welcoming voice with a hint of strain said, “Come on in, we’ve been…ugh… waiting for you!”

Heather walked in, or more accurately waddled, and looked over Kelsie and Lauren before pulling their names from memory of the paperwork she’d processed for them, “Lauren and… Kelsie?”

“That’s right,” Lauren said, “nice to officially be introduced!”

“And in such a dramatic way,” said Kelsie as she crossed her legs to hold her flood, “what’s your… mmmh… holding status?”

Heather started doing a pronounced potty dance on hearing that question asked, and said through desperate grunts, “I… ugh… I’ve been holding my poop for a few days now, and… nnngh… I haven’t peed since I woke up this morning.”

“When was that,” Lauren said, “if you don’t mind my asking?”

“Not at all. About 6 this morning.”

“Holy shit,” Kelsie said, “you’ve been holding both for 12 hours?? That’s badass! I don’t know that I could do that.”

Heather grunted a little more loudly and said, “Hnnngh… I’m about at my limit though, I usually go straight home and destroy my home toilet, and that would be right about now. I’m about to have an accident!”

“Well,” Lauren said, “I think you just need to prove to us you really do deserve to use our toilet, and we’ll think about it.”

“What?? Mmm… uuugh… oooh… how do I… hnnnngh… do that?”

The girl sounded like she was barely holding it all in, and the potty dance basically confirmed that.

“Walk us through your history of holding,” said Kelsie, catching on to what Lauren wanted, “where it started, why you still do it, what your holds look like, and what you’d want to try if you could, things like that.”

“But I have to go right now!”

“So do we,” Lauren said, “so start talking and maybe you can use the toilet before it’s too late.”

Heather bakırköy escort started detailing her earliest experiences holding everything in a house with only one bathroom, as well as at school where she was often shy. She mentioned she started really enjoying holding, and would often come home from school bursting, only to find the bathroom in use, and would be forced to remain desperate that much longer. Sometimes most of the family would come back around the same time, and she would let everyone go to the bathroom first. She’d tell them she was fine and could wait, lying of course, just to intentionally deprive herself of relief even longer. Many times she’d leak in her panties before she could get in the bathroom, or a giant shit would make its way out, turtlehead and sometimes make some stains in her panties. It was rare she had a full-on accident as she could usually judge her holding ability quite well. One time in her later high school years, she did misjudge it, as her mom had invited a friend over to talk about some college prospects for Heather. Heather had of course forgotten as she was busy desperately holding in three days worth of bowel contents and a day full of pee. When she got home very ready to finally use the bathroom, the friend was on the couch and ushered her over to talk, and Heather had to shyly submit to a talk about college while desperately trying not to piss and shit her pants. The talk went on for nearly an hour, during which Heather could have likely excused herself but didn’t. Thinking she could wait, she held till the end, when a leak darkened her panties, and her poop was actively pushing to get out, only held against the seat of her panties by her tight ass pressed against the couch cushion. When she finally made her excuses, she was in an emergency situation, and wasn’t sure she could make it to the bathroom. She finally dashed to the bathroom, shit moving the whole time, pee leaking, and completely pissed and shit her panties under her skirt within sight of the toilet.

She finally detailed a later experience, where she’d held it leading into graduation. As she was starting this story, Lauren and Kelsie were squirming against the pressure in their full bladders, and they could tell Heather was doing everything possible to avoid pissing and shitting herself. She told them how she’d gotten excited to hold it during graduation just because it would be naughty to be desperate while getting her diploma. So, she started holding a couple days before, so she’d have a nice big load knocking on her back door, and didn’t pee when she woke up, knowing she’d become very desperate by the time she walked up to get her diploma at around 11. And, she had said, with the graduation gown and her dress underneath, if she lost control no one would likely know unless she was obvious about it. As the morning went on and she put up her hair and did makeup, Heather was openly squirming in desperation, still holding everything in. She promised herself she wouldn’t be too obvious as the time came to sit through the ceremony and walk up for her diploma. Hopefully she could make it right to a bathroom as soon as it was all over. The time for the ceremony finally arrived, and the drive there was pure torture, her bladder and bowels nearing max capacity, and the idea that relief was impossible for at least another hour made Heather shudder with arousal. She was slightly wet thinking about how naughty she was being, denying herself a bathroom and bringing herself so dangerously close to an accident in public at her high school graduation. Still, she had to contain her bladder and bowels, her desperation, and her arousal from it so no one would know she was bursting under her cap and gown.

Finally, as the ceremony started, she was prairie dogging, and her bladder was nearly full enough to start leaking. Still, she held it. A couple of speeches which were likely heartfelt and profound but which she ignored as she focused on not exploding in her seat. Then the procession of students lining up to get diplomas. Luckily, she was early in the lineup and didn’t have to wait long. She mildly squirmed standing in line waiting for her turn, then as she was only a few from the front, her poop made a push to the exit, and she squeezed and squirmed slightly trying to keep from unloading. It worked, and she only lost a leak of pee, but was prairie dogging badly now, unable to keep the bahçelievler escort poop fully in her rectum.

Finally, it was Heather’s turn. As she walked up to shake hands with the Principal and Superintendent, her poop was slowly moving again, and another small leak dampened her panties more. She was graduating from high school while effectively in the midst of having an accident in her panties. It was such a turn-on, she had a hard time keeping a straight face while trying to contain her needs. She finally walked back to her seat, standing with everyone else while the rest of the class received their diplomas. Heather was nearing her end, with her poop now firmly connecting with the seat of her panties but still lodged in her rectum. She was slowly leaking pee, and hoped she could keep it to a slow leak so as not to be too visible.

Graduation ended and she threw her cap in the air with the crowd, and went to find it afterward, getting with her parents for some pictures. At this point her pee was starting to trickle down the inside of her thighs, but she was still bursting. Her poop had tented out the seat of her panties and was starting to coil up in the seat as more kept coming out very slowly. Heather was powerless to stop it, she had simply held it too long. She tried to maintain composure as she filled her panties, smiling through the pictures and unable to escape to a toilet. Finally, her parents and a few friends were done taking pictures, and Heather said she had to visit a bathroom as she was bursting, which was no lie. She tried not to seem like she was waddling with a load in her panties that was still coming out as she went to the arts building to find a toilet. When she entered the building, she knew she was out of time. Her bowels finally pushed the last firm log into her panties, and her bladder pulsated. She quickly waddled into the bathroom, and before she could even get into a stall her bladder leaked again and Heather knew it was all over. With no time to do anything else, she quickly lifted her dress and gown, then squatted hastily over the floor drain as her bladder burst through her panties into the drain. When her pee was finished, Heather admired her load in the mirror for a moment, relishing how naughty it was that she’d gotten away with an accident at her high school graduation. Then she carefully waddled into a stall where she took off her gown and dress, then slid her panties down her legs and dumped the giant pile of shit into the toilet. By some miracle, there were only light poo stains and a big wet stain on the crotch and butt of her panties, but she thought it best to dispose of them anyway. She cleaned herself up, then met her parents for a celebration lunch going commando the rest of the day. No one ever knew about that.

When she finished that story, Heather grunted, groaned, and started panting. “Please, I have to… nnngh… go… aaah… right now!”

Kelsie said, “What about college and your current job? You’re not done yet.”

Heather moaned, begging to use the toilet one more time, but it was no use, she wasn’t allowed to go and she knew it.

She went on telling her college experiences, dancing and squirming the whole time. Once she got a roommate, she’d thought her fun might be over. She’d hold, but never to a point of real desperation in case it made her roommate uncomfortable. She wanted to hold until she was desperate, and she wanted to lose control again, but she didn’t want to get an RA complaint from her roommate for being a disgusting person.

As the first couple of months went on though, Heather realized her roommate, Erica, a skinny blonde with an amazing body, often looked fidgety in the mornings, sometimes after classes, and she wondered if they shared a common interest. One day she tested it out. She only had a couple of easy classes that day, and knew Erica did as well. She knew she needed to poop, as she’d been holding it two days, this Friday being her third day. She intentionally skipped her morning pee, ensuring that she’d come back just before lunch bursting at both ends. She made it back without having an accident by 10:30, and Erica made it back a few minutes later. As she entered the room, Heather could tell Erica was at least a little fidgety and decided to put the hook in the water to see if Erica took the bait. Heather said, “Hey, how’s it going?”

“Good,” Erica said, “glad to be done şirinevler escort for the day.”

“You okay? You look a little fidgety.” Heather was doing a semi-noticeable potty dance as she was asking this, hoping Erica noticed.

“One could say the same about you,” pointing to her roommate’s crotch, “you don’t seem to be much better off.”

A brief awkward pause, then Heather said, “How do I ask this… do you enjoy holding it as much as I do?”

“I was hoping you’d ask, because I felt so awkward thinking of a way to ask you. Yes, the answer is yes.”

The two girls then struck up a lengthy conversation about their holding desires and experiences, accidents they’d both had waiting a bit too long, and agreed to hold it for each other a while longer. After a short time, neither could hold it so they walked into their single user bathroom, and both had accidents in front of each other. An instant friendship formed, and they spent their college years together exploring their joint interests, often holding and having accidents in front of one another. Unfortunately, they’d gone separate ways when they graduated, but still kept in touch to this day.

After school, Heather had gotten the job at the shipping store, intending to go back to school for a master’s degree, but hadn’t found time. In the meantime, she learned her job professionally and intended to use it to get caught up financially before moving up the ladder. When she realized the job was often a one-person shift, she quickly realized she might be able to use that to continue her interests. Before long, she was learning to hold it in during her 10-hour shift, and most of the time was able to do it without showing too many outward signs of her growing discomfort and eventual desperation. It became fun, denying herself the bathroom when she knew she needed it, often pretending the door was locked, or the toilet clogged, or some other scenario that kept her from the relief she badly needed. It still aroused her greatly, and she intended to keep doing it as long as possible. A few times, she mentioned she had recalled her experience at her graduation and had made sure to eat and drink extra and wear a professional skirt or dark pants. Then Heather would hold until the end of the day, and intentionally started to lose control just before her shift ended so she would be having an accident as she was locking up, sometimes completely pissing and shitting herself in the parking lot, sometimes right when she got home, her load slowly entering her panties the whole way home and pee leaking in her panties until she completely lost it.

As she was relaying this part, bringing Lauren and Kelsie up to date, she started looking at both with pleading eyes and lots of grunting and groaning between words as she said, “Can I please please please use the toilet??? I’m begging you! I can’t hold it anymore!!”

Kelsie squirmed against her desperately full bladder as she said, “You really have to go that badly?” Lauren gave her a devilish grin at that.

“Oh my god, YES! My poop is already starting to touch my panties, and I’m leaking piss!! Damnit, please, p-p-please… uuugh… nnngh…ooooh… I NEED TO PISS AND SHIT NOW!!!” She was nearly screaming and crying that last part, and as she did, Kelsie and Lauren gave each other a look, then looked back at Heather. But that brief moment of hesitation was too much, and Heather started whimpering as she said, “It’s too late, I’m having an accident….” A full day’s worth of pent-up piss and three days of shit quickly emptied into her panties and tan work pants. She sighed with relief, and some embarrassment, at the mess she’d made of herself in front of her new friends. They both looked at her as she pissed and shit herself with a look of sympathy tinged with admiration that she’d held on so long. After all, she came in bursting, and they’d made her wait another 20 minutes telling her stories. Of course it was Kelsie’s turn to help with Heather’s embarrassment, as she squealed and suddenly the other two watched as she completely soaked her pants. It was all too much for Lauren’s bursting bladder, which after a short whimper, let go completely as she flooded her jeans with piss.

When it was all said and done, three pairs of pants were soaked, one filled with a giant load of shit, and the girls looked at each other with a knowing look. This was a friendship that would last. They all showered together after Heather cleaned up, then Kelsie offered her a skirt and panties to use in order to get home as they were nearly the same size. Heather was thankful for her new friend’s generosity, and said she’d return them next time she was over.

Of course, that wouldn’t need to wait too long if any of them had the choice.

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