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Plunging into the darkness of the chamber which topped the tower was not the brightest move Alan had ever made, but it was realistically his best option. Though he was familiar with what magic could do, and could unleash the basic magic within items he found, he was no mage himself. Against what assailed his wife and his friend, he could offer little help, and at high risk to himself. No, the best way to free them from the grip of those violating shadows was not to plunge head long through flames and into danger, but find the caster who controlled them, and end whatever passed for her life.

What he did not expect, as he pursued the fleeing magic user, was to find himself alone in a void black as pitch. He could see nothing, no matter how he strained his eyes, and could hear nothing, not even the pad of his soft soled boots across a floor that, while it seemed to have some substance, offered nothing but slightly spongy resistance under each footstep. It was like being cut off from the rest of reality. His senses offered nothing, and his mind began to imagine things to fill the vacancy.

It was a place between worlds, a place well suited for dark imaginings and waking dreams. The harder that Alan sought any form of sensory stimulation, the more difficult it was to tell the difference between his imagination and anything that might pierce the void about him. His breath quickened as genuine fear began to set in. He wasn’t certain he could find his way back where he had been, and he certainly couldn’t hear nor see Miena anymore.

In the darkness, he thought he heard a distant laugh. Instantly, his attentions focused in the direction he believed it came from. For a long while there was nothing, but just as he was about to give up, he heard it again. Hastily, he stumbled sightlessly toward the source of that laughter, moving through that unnatural darkness without a clue what may lay before him. It was just fortunate that the void, empty of most sight and sound, also seemed to be lacking any obstacles to trip him up.

Blindly, Alan rushed through the darkness, until he was moving at a near run. More noises were evident: the clinking of plates and glasses, more laughter, music. It sounded much like any night at the Reavers’ Rest or any similar tavern. Without warning, Alan burst from the darkness into the merry glow of firelight and scattered lamps. Chairs and sturdy wooden tables lay scattered about a common room that was familiar to his eyes. It was the Reavers’ Rest, or at least as it had been years and years ago, before it had taken on that name.

Faces from long ago mingled and chatted within that place. There were old contacts he hadn’t seen in decades, and some who were long dead. The minstrel playing in the corner he knew had been put to death during the usurpation crisis, and there amidst the tables was a young Mother Marseline, waiting tables as a common barmaid, long before she took the temple vows.

His eyes lingered on one table in particular, for another version of himself sat at it. Fresh faced and young, maybe just out of his teens, he was chatting with a much more heavily built, long haired warrior that could only be Vick Varonne. Both young men were in good spirits, and occasionally oogled those barmaids that passed.

“Do you remember this, Alan?” Miena’s voice resonated through the commons, and he whirled about, trying to place her. As he did, a passing fellow seemed to just pass right through him, as if he weren’t even there.

Of course. It was a vision. Something plucked from his memories, or from the past itself, and fed into his very mind. After that moment’s disorientation and reflection, Alan finally caught sight of Miena. Except it wasn’t the Miena he was looking for.

Instead, framed within the doorway of the inn, silhouetted by the steady stream of sunlight from outside, stood Miena as she had been. A few years older than Alan at that point, she still managed to look younger and more awkward. Her mad shock of red hair fell in an unkempt mass of curls, while a particularly thick lensed set of spectacles perched upon a nose that, at best, might be described as cute. She was past lean and into downright skinny territory, with a loose, worn set of robes that had the look of hand me downs, with patches and repairing stitches all over. A few pouches hung from a rope belt that failed to define her hips much, and she held in her arms a massive tome, clutched against her modest bust protectively.

Alan remembered this, if only from the contrast of the gawky mage girl and the rest of the tavern goers. “You were so out of place, back then.”

“I was, but then you smiled at me.”

That part Alan didn’t remember, but it slowly came back to him as he watched his younger self and Vick. The warrior pointed Miena out, and had said something to him, likely something crude and disparaging. Whatever it was, the younger Alan had found it greatly amusing, and was in the process of laughing outright when Miena noticed the two.

She kırklareli escort offered a shy smile, then began to weave her way through the room. The two young men immediately grew more serious, straightening up in their seats as she approached. Alan’s younger self offered a sidelong glance to Vick, before he half stood and gestured to the seat across from them. Grateful, Miena settled herself down.

“That was the first time we met.” Miena’s voice drifted from the room around them.

Alan did recall it. It was before the Reavers had properly formed. It was just him and Vick, and after getting their asses kicked thoroughly by a barely capable goblin shaman, they had decided they needed some sort of caster of their own. They were not well known back then, not by a long shot, and Miena had been the only one to respond.

“Yeah,” he admitted, “You stuck out like a sore thumb. You looked like you’d be more at home at a desk in a library rather than in a tavern, much less out in the field of battle.”

“But you let me join up anyway.”

It sounded like she was trying to be endearing, and as Alan watched the conversation between the younger version of him and Miena, it didn’t sit quite right. He didn’t remember her blushing quite that much, nor watching him so intently, nor leaning so close. The mousy redhead was subtly flirting, and he was fairly sure that, even if she wasn’t the most well endowed woman in the room, he would have noticed it in his youth.

“I think you thought I was cute,” Miena’s voice took on an almost dreamy aspect.

“I don’t think that’s exactly how things happened, Miena.” Alan frowned as he watched the young wizard woman trace the sole of one sandal along his younger self’s own booted feet. He definitely would have remembered that. “In fact, if I remember right, you spent most of your time stammering and stuttering, and it was fortunate that you were the only one who wanted to try her luck with a few rookie treasure hunters like us.”

“That’s not true!” Anger edged into her disembodied voice, and the visions around Alan clouded, beginning to bleed off into nothing. “You smiled at me! You enjoyed my company.”

“I did, but not in the way you seem to remember. You were our friend, Miena, you were my friend. But these aren’t real memories.”

“They could be! They could be new memories, made between us. Alan, what about that time in Baron Kaden’s castle?”

The void crashed in around Alan, but the blackness only engulfed him for a moment. At first it was only broken by a small square of night sky, lit only by the radiance of the stars. Then, as his eyes adjusted, he took in the rest of the scene. The moist, dark stones of the Baron’s dungeon, the figure bound against the wall in that small cell, it was a scene that, while not completely matched by his memories, was at least recognizable.

Castle Levostrin, on the northern borderlands, it was a dour and foreboding structure which had kept grim sentinel over the barbarous tribes beyond for untold centuries. It was also the first time the Reavers had genuinely crossed one of those loyal to the usurper Jaron Daar. Things had not gone well for their little band, and Miena had spent a solid month under the care of Kaden of Levostrin.

The starlight provided only the barest illumination, scattered across a floor of uneven bricks. A thin layer of sand and filthy hay was spread here and there, and a lone rat snuffled along the ground, searching in vain for remaining scraps and crumbs of meals that were a scarce luxury for the prisoners.

In the night sky above, the moon finally peeked over the edge of the narrow window, and its weakly reflected beams shone along smooth, pale legs that were far more shapely than Alan recalled. Indeed, he distinctly remembered she had been wearing more than the mere scraps of burlap that the vision seemed intent on portraying. A simple top and skirt were little more than rough, scratchy rags, leaving her flat midriff exposed, as well as much of her arms. Shackles held her wrists above her head, while that unkempt mass of red hair hung in dirty tangles to obscure her features. The only sign she was alive was the gentle rise and fall of breasts that, while modest, were still more pronounced than Alan’s memories allowed.

“You have no idea what they did to me there, Alan. During that month they held me. Do you know what Jaron’s men did to wizards who didn’t join his cause?”

Alan winced slightly as she seemed to speak from all around the cell. “No, Miena. I don’t.” It was true, he had paid little attention at the time to the exact details of Jaron’s procedures. Instead, he had focused on what was necessary to overthrow the man himself. “Did they … use you?” There was a bit of concern in the question. Despite all that Miena had done to him and his friends and loved ones, the memories he had of those times weren’t pleasant, and at the time she had been one of the Reavers.

“No, afyon escort but they wanted to. I could see it in the guards’ eyes when they looked at me. No, what they did was worse, Alan. They cut me off from my magic. You can’t even imagine what that’s like. It would be akin to shutting down three of your five senses, then keeping you in a dark, padded box to mute the others. I almost went insane in there.”

Now that was a sensation he could commiserate with, as of a few minutes past. And he was fairly certain that her insanity stemmed from a different cause. “But you didn’t, Miena. You kept it together. You faced the horrors and came out fighting.”

“Yes, because you saved me, Alan. You swept in from the shadows like my own personal noble knight.”

Indeed, he thought he could see another figure approaching that cell through the bars. Well concealed in shadows, the old thief could only imagine that it was him in his youth. Damn but he had been good at his job. That vague outline lingered near the cell door for a moment, and then there was the click and scrape of a metal lock giving way, and the slow, careful slide of the cell door as it opened. Only the squeak and flight of the rat from the approaching figure broke the silence.

Like some deathly shade, the figure stepped into view. Lean and proud, clad in muted black leathers, Alan appeared a bit more robust, a bit stronger than he had in the previous vision. It was, after all, a few years later. He swept back his hood, and strode quietly but confidently toward the largely bared form of the wizard woman. One gloved hand rose to touch her cheek, and he spoke a soft, “My love, what have they done to you?”

“That is not what I said,” Alan pointed out. He was certain of it, whatever had unhinged her had completely skewed her memories of the past.

“It should have been!” That omnipresent voice seemed on the verge of shrieking.

For a moment, that all consuming void began to close in again, but it quickly fled, leaving the vision much as it was before. The younger Alan made short work of the shackles binding Miena to the wall, and her lithe, pale form slumped down and into his arms. She wrapped her slender arms about his neck.

“Please, don’t drop me Alan,” her voice was a mere whisper, she seemed on the verge of tears.

“I won’t, Miena. I promise.” His younger form reassured her in a way that the old rogue wasn’t sure he ever had. Except the one time, at the bridge.

When he had recovered the Nightmare Orb.

The mere thought of it brought memory of that foul artifact to the forefront. Its shining silver handle, its polished obsidian sphere. Black as an inky void, it had drawn the eye and attention inward. He remembered having such a hard time sensing the world around him in that short time that he had held it, gazing into its depths. And Miena had held it ever since, as they had never delivered it to…

Try as he might, Alan couldn’t remember who had sent them out after the damnable thing. Had there even been anyone? The group had nearly been done in collecting it from that cursed jungle shrine. It had been a hellish ride over rapids and along that hidden river to a village where they could obtain passage back to Aethwin. When they were home they celebrated their victorious return in usual fashion.

No one ever delivered the Orb. No one ever came to pick it up from them. And none of them ever questioned why. For years, it had been a constant presence in Miena’s hand or on her belt, never straying far.

His troubled thoughts had him in a near panic. He glanced back to where the younger, dashing Alan Tinsley was holding Miena. His lips were upon hers, an act which never happened. The two seemed to ignore the world around them, wholly enraptured with each other. It was all a lie, whether it be a false memory or wishful thinking.

“Miena! This isn’t what happened. Tell me, please, Do you have the Nightmare Orb with you, right now?”

“Of course I do, Alan. I’ve always kept it and treasured it, ever since you gave it to me.”

Had he given it to her? He had been the one to retrieve it from the box. On that bridge, it had slipped from where he had stowed it, and fallen into her grasp. He had cursed himself at the time for being so careless, but he was never careless with valuables.

“Miena. Listen to me, you have to throw it away.” It was unlikely he could sway her. She had owned it for decades, after all.

“Why are you so interested in the Orb, Alan? Do you want to take it back? Do you want to take away the only thing I have to remember you by?”

Blackness came crashing down about him once more. It stole away his sight, the sounds of the vision faded away as surely as the visuals did. With his latest realization, the void around him went from simply unsettling to downright sinister.

“Miena, you have to throw it away. It’s evil. It has twisted your mind.” He knew that he sounded amasya escort lame, but he was grasping at straws.

“No, Alan Tinsley. What twisted my mind was watching you walk down the aisle with a strumpet half your age!” Her words grew shrill with barely contained rage.

“You were d-” He cut himself off before finishing the word. He wasn’t sure now that she had perished in the tower’s blast. “We thought you were gone. The Startower had blown up years before. We couldn’t find you through any of the normal means.”

“And that makes it alright to forsake the woman you love?!” Miena’s voice was clearly unhinged, but even hearing it resonate as if from within his very head was better than the utter silence of the void.

“I never once loved you, Miena.” It was harsh, but he knew she had once been a creature of logic. Perhaps the faster he brought down her delusions, the faster he could break the trap of false memories. “You were a dear friend, but nothing more.”

“Oh but that’s where you’re wrong, Alan. You did love me, and you even said so once.”

He was astounded at that claim, and fell silent for a moment. As he tried to dredge through his memories for what she might be referring to, the inky void once more began to recede. The vision that greeted him was that of a lavish inn room, with red curtains and drapes, a grand bed, lush carpets. It wasn’t the Reavers’ Rest. It was some place in the capital. Though why did he know that?

“Oh gods no, the love potion. Miena!” It all came back to him, or at least as much of it as his then addled mind had been able to record. “That wasn’t me! I wasn’t myself.”

Alan’s protests died on his lips as the door to the room slammed open. The sounds of laughter and music drifted through its open frame for a moment, past the two figures stumbling in. The younger Alan and Miena, now in their middle to late twenties, staggered in and let the door swing shut behind them. Alan himself looked almost drunk, while Miena supported him, keeping his arm about her shoulders.

The lean, dark haired rogue was clad in a loose white shirt, and his typical snug, dark trousers. He had a casually unkempt look about him. Miena had her usually unruly mass of red curls bound back in a single mass, and wore a neatly tailored black robe. It flattered her modest figure, and showed a certain degree of care in its arrangements. Low about her hips a belt with innumerable small pouches and loops for her tools of the trade hung, and amongst the items it supported was that baleful black orb, hanging from its silver handle. The robes parted at each step, revealing dark stockings and soft suede ankle boots with each step. There was nothing idealized about her image in that vision, Alan felt she was actually much prettier that way.

“Mmm, Miena, have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” His younger self was only slightly slurring, and gazed to the woman helping him with adoring eyes.

Miena blushed scarlet, but concentrated on helping him across the room toward the bed. “No, you never have,” her voice was soft, embarrassed.

Alan remembered this. Or at least, he remembered what he had been told afterward, combined with scant flashes of the night itself. It was shortly after they had defeated Jaron Daar, and the true prince was awaiting confirmation of his lineage and his coronation. The prince had put the party up in luxury in the capital for a few months, and they had taken full advantage of his hospitality. The people treated them as the heroes they had inadvertently turned out to be, and many a night was spent drinking and partying into the wee hours.

It was during one of these nights that an enchantress had taken an interest in Vick. While normally one to readily fall for even the slightest smile from one of the fairer sex, on this particular evening Vick had already been occupied by a pair of buxom twins who fawned over his every word. In a fit, she had enchanted one of the drinks on the table into some manner of love potion, but during the chaos of the evening, Alan had taken it while speaking with Miena. The enchantress had fessed up after the rest of the party noticed him acting like a lovesick puppy, but Miena had insisted on working to break the enchantment herself, rather than trust someone who was obviously so lacking in judgment.

The two stumbled toward the bed, before Alan paused. He slipped his arms about the slender redhead, then drew her close against his body. Her delicate hands slipped up in surprise, and rested at his shoulders, while her eyes went wide. The rogue stared into those eyes for a moment, then leaned forward. His chest pressed to her bust as his lips captured hers. For a moment, Miena stiffened in his arms, then gradually gave in with a soft moan. She returned his kiss, then raised her hands from his shoulders, stroking them through his hair.

“Miena, I’m sorry, I was not myself.” Alan could do nothing to stop the scene as it played out before him, so he adopted a conciliatory tone. He paced around the room, and found that he couldn’t even touch the furnishings. He felt helpless, ghostlike. There had to be some way to break the chain of visions he was being shown.

“No, you weren’t. But I was. It was the first time I could show you how I felt, without worrying about you rejecting me.” Her voice was near frigid.

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Most of the civilians had left the town before orcs came over the wall. This caused much frustration since the fifty orcs only had a couple of human females to take care of their pent-up hate against humans.

When Caro entered the stone church she was faced by one of the orcs. They might be on the same side now but the paladin had made many not so friendly acquaintances with orcs during her time stationed to the border town.

“You broke my arm,” exclaimed a big green orc with right arm limply hanging on his side.

“If I did it it was when I served the false one.” Caro did not remember this orc even if most she faced did not live to tell the tale.

The lust paladin walked to bent over on top of one of the side altars.

“Come, my new comrades. Find forgiveness for my past actions in my humble body.”

The orc with broken arm did not wait to sink his cock into the presented hole. His hatred aimed at this woman who had made him useless cripple to his tribe. Caro’s pussy might have accepted the orc but the orc was still not satisfied. Her behind rippled from every forceful strike.

“Say you want my seed.” The orc did not want to offend the sacred messenger of their tribe’s primary god so he opted to get humiliating words out of her instead.

“My God wants your seed.” Caro moved her body to trace the thrusts and to make sure the cock went as deep as possible.

The paladin’s reply had not exactly satisfied the orc so he took his both hands to ram his seed deepest he could. He lifted the paladin’s legs out of ground grabbing her hips.

“Say you want my seed.”

Strong arms around the paladin’s hips made her intoxicated.

“I want,” came as a whimper from Caro’s lips. Thick orchis seed was delivered directly into her deepest place. The orc stayed in to make sure nothing would spill all the while fondling the shapely ass.

When the grunts of his comrades became too loud the orc picked his axe with his broken arm ready to leave. He long stood in place, his arm was no longer broken.

The orcs formed a line to the great healing female. Caro became notably more popular than the few spent female captives. No orc wanted to miss the opportunity to fuck a hated paladin and offer their seed to their God at the same time.

“Thank you for fulfilling my need great God,” said every orc when unloading their plenty seed to the untiring female servant of the Lust God. Cream and juices streamed along Caro’s strong legs that hit back at every thrust the masculine orcs made. Even the holy warrior’s god-shaped womb that took seed as offerings could not take the entire volume offered to her.

Being the object of worship of so many rods on the sanctified altar of her enemy god aroused Caro to limits she could not control. The paladin could feel the hatred of the evil god who never fulfilled Caro’s desires ooze from the altar almost as much the male seed was leaking from her hungry holes.

Caro leaned closer to the altar surface, she spotted engraving depicting the selfish god. Her tongue began to circle her face, secrete saliva to her divine face. The God’s open mouth giving some sacred command was especially the paladin’s target. Caro just could not help herself from wanting to defile this selfish being claiming divinity.

The carved goddess began to fume, her face twisting to take another shape, her dress began to shorten to reveal naked form. Caro recognized this no longer was an altar for her enemy but for the one who gave her everything.

Stronger than usual orc came to take his turn on the paladin, his rod reached deeper than the others. Caro had no choice but to lean on the altar all the way, her face laying next to her god, her hand stroking her stone body.

“Yes, God. This is for you. This is all for you,” Caro screamed as another load was delivered into her deepest chamber.

Even limply laying on the altar the holy warrior’s need for more could not be satisfied.

“Your God demands more. I demand more, fill me,” Caro’s pleading tone excited into action even the ones who had already give their share. Cocks began to harden like a miracle had happened.

One of the older orc’s began to collect the love nectar flowing along Caro’s thighs to a jar. He was a shaman of his people and potions made from the elixirs secreted by the ones touched by the divine lust could cure any impotence. In their eyes, only the stronger god could make the paladin feared by many orcs beg to get more meat rods in her.

** * **

The orc chief sent messages to all the tribes they knew of but it would take months for all of them to gather if they chose to come in the first place. But in the meanwhile, they had captured a human male who had tried to sneak into the town.

** * **

“Carofina, I’m so sorry this happened to you,” pleaded a man dressed in leather armour.

He was the servant squire of the paladin but he had run away in panic along rest of the soldiers.

Even the remains of the paladins were bahçelievler escort considered sacred and it was the servant’s duty to make sure they were recovered if they could not sacrifice their lives to save the paladin. When he had arrived in the next town that was exactly what was told for him to do or face a public execution due to negligence of duty.

Squire Mark’s protections prevented the aura of the apostle from claiming his mind without help at least so he was brought in front of the three naked servants of the God. The females had been talking about what they should do in the stone church. They had claimed it from the orcs for different reasons. Vivian wanted to stop the sacrilege the orcs were doing and the other two wanted to sanctify it with a different set of blessings.

To his shock, Mark recognized all three of the women who were apparently leading the orcs and the men gathered outside. He was sure the pink demon who sat on side bench was Vivian. The way she sat and acted was just like her not to mention the first time she talked he was sure it was her.

“Just let him go, his mind is still intact,” voiced Vivian in a frustrated tone not expecting the other two to agree, they had begun to team against her in most arguments.

“No way I’m letting my servant leave. I need him,” commented Caro who sat on the central altar and spread her legs to give the man a look for what he was going to get into.

Only thing Lora said was, “more to the fold.”

This too was decided by outvoting Vivian. The apostle did think she was supposed to be the highest God’s servant but she really did not want to argue with the other two. This was all her fault in a way after all.

Caro walked to the man and the orcs keeping him in place left.

“I’m so sorry. I will save your soul no matter what.” Mark bowed his head hitting the ground. Caro pulled his head up just for him to attempt to stab a knife through his senior’s heart. It bounced off only causing the paladin’s skin to ripple a bit.

“Shh, I know your pain. I had that too once, just let me clear you of evil and you will see the world how it really is,” Caro told the panicking male pushing her finger to silence his lips.

“I’m so sorry,” came in a crying tone from Mark as the paladin ripped off the squires pants. She did not waste time to sheath the erect rod. Apparently looking at three young naked females he knew was more than enough for him to get naturally standing.

“You are such a good servant. Always knew what I wanted before I did. I hope you continue to serve me and give me what I want.” Caro traced the male’s muscular body with her hands all the while twisting his cock with her clamping pussy.

Mark did not understand what kind of foul magic must have twisted Caro’s mind, she was bouncing on him and smiling. He might have felt pleasure too but the enchantments fighting the corruptive invasion on him only caused pain to him around the area they were connected. It was comparable to something squeezing his cock with an iron fist.

Lora walked next to Mark and took his head into her lap.

“I will make your long-suffering end and let the light shine to your dark soul.” Mark would have believed those kind words only days before coming from her but now her breasts tingling above his head made him doubt her intent. They were all twisted by the dark god.

The male’s defences were now attacked from two points and soon broken trough. The new God taking domain over Mark’s body did not care how his mind was claimed and simply delivered him the same treatment as to any regular male.

Mark’s eye now burned with desire but his face was blank. His hips began thrusting into the female taking his cock and his hands began to fondle the breasts on top of him.

“See, don’t you feel better now,” asked the priestess patting his head with an innocent smile on her face.

No longer being held back by purity enchantments Mark’s cock released pent-up seed into the accepting paladin.

Lora was going to take his turn on the man-rod after Caro but the paladin stopped her.

“He is my servant,” Caro announced and walked out of the church, the man always staying one cock length away from her.

** * **

Lora found one of the newly thralled men who was hurt by the orcs in the attack. He was barely conscious but the priestess somehow had sensed him even beneath the rubble and she had to help him. Lora commanded several orcs to clear the rubble.

The man found from the rubble looked like a beggar but it did not matter to the kind servant of the God who gave for all what they really wanted or at least gave them something that made them want nothing else.

The priestess rubbed the old man’s body clean with her own that never seemed to get dirty. Lora took his cock into her divine conduit and began to chant her blessings to heal the man. Healing energy flowed from her innermost place through bağcılar escort the rod to the man and his wounds and even scars began to disappear.

When the man’s eyes opened, he began to thrust into the holy chamber. His offering was accepted by the priestess who squeezed his walls tighter to not let any of the offerings get wasted.

Several orcs were looking at the performance tapping their rods.

“Stop,” yelled the priestess aiming it at the orcs.

“Seed of life must not be wasted, if you ever have the need just come to me and I will take care of you,” Lora commanded while standing up and walking to the orcs.

The orcs did not need any more encouragement to pierce into the almost petite priestess. She had never overfed with the church’s small food portions but for some reason, her breasts had still grown to a size that could have been seen even through a priestess’s robes that were meant to hide them with ease. They were even the reason Lora was sent to this border town. Apparently, her breasts had made it difficult for the male priests to focus on their work so she was sent to repent it away to the borders.

Lora was treated like a holy object, worshipped from all directions. More orcs came around her as they heard her moaning summons. The seed was flowing through her body from many holes but nothing came out, her skin stayed clean and pure.

“May this great offering please the Great God who watches over us if you so may give these fine males your grace and blessing, make them strong and virile to serve your cause.”

The priestess stopped taking a green pole to her mouth just to deliver her prayer to the heavens. Her lips soon found a new one and began sucking the seed to serve a greater cause.

A faint glow of green mixed with purple began glowing around the group of the twelve orcs taking turns to get inside the inviting holy woman. Their bodies began to grow and get hues of violet in them, muscles bulged to levels no human nor orc could normally achieve.

“Be praised, our prayers have been answered. The God has given us her blessing,” Lora announced feeling the two rods in her nether holes expand to more than one direction.

The orc now with purplish rod reached through the holy gates guarding the chamber of child making and Lora let go a moan to herald its arrival. She felt closer to her God she had ever been when the now purple seed was poured into her desiring womb. Walls of the twitching hole absorbed it as an offering to her God. Soon Lora’s other holes received the purple offering that was sent to her God in great volume.

** * **

The Dark God could already feel that enhancing these warriors would serve her well indeed. Her darkness would soon fill the world or to her, it was the light of truth but she did not like to use the same words than her sister so she preferred to be called the dark one just to irk the one who acted so holy.

** * **

“We must march south and we must start calling ourselves as the Curia of Lust to irk the eviler god,” announced Lora after receiving direct vision-dream from the god.

Vivian did doubt its validity coming from someone who fucked orcs with smile and laugher but she was again outvoted by the other two. So the three members of the Curia of Lust and the human thralls began their journey to south with part of the gathered orcs. Even if the orcs already numbered in the hundreds more would come so some were left behind to guide the rest.

Followers of the Lustful God had been ordered to march south for the purpose of calling to arms the desert tribes of the sandmen. These men were not made of sand but their bodies suffered from an ancient curse that made them bony and pale white. Not a great combination in a desert so they wear full body outfits making it so most who have not killed one would not know how they looked.

** * **

Sandmen scouts soon found the horde and guided them to their chief. He did not talk just like the other sandmen they had met. All of their tongues were too dry to talk.

The only communication they gave to Vivian was a paper note, “Destroy the tormenting fort of the pure humans and we will send all our best bowmen with you.”

Sandmen tribe would be useless in melee but their ranged skill and speed was unique among the servants of the Dark God who mostly believed in brute strength.

** * **

Vivian wanted to figure out some way to make the humans occupying the small fort go away but the paladin would not be held back. Caro had sensed another paladin nearby and simply marched to the wooden castle gate. It was not exactly the biggest or sturdiest castle. Just a makeshift clay, sand and wood fort made by the soldiers keeping the sandmen population in check. They often needed to rebuild it to chase after the tribesmen so making a proper stone fort made no sense.

“I challenge your champion to a duel,” announced Caro to the men standing on top of ümraniye escort the gate who were visibly confused. The only reason they did not think the naked female was a crazy person was the host of orcs and humans some way behind her. Still, they were more busy getting ready for that than to pay attention to the woman.

The paladin would not have her challenge be ignored and kicked the wooden gate open. It could have been done by her even before embracing her new god but it still shocked the men in the courtyard, the female walking in her breasts held high did not help their confusion.

Soldiers hurried to make a shield wall around the broken gate waiting for orders from their commanding officer who in this case was the paladin Caro was looking for.

“Paladin of the enemy god come and face me in a duel or do you shame her even more than she shames herself.”

Caro’s insult shaped challenge was not ignored this time. It could not be ignored when delivered like that.

A male paladin walked past the shield wall waving his two-handed mace.

“I nor my god is never too ashamed to defeat naked females coming for a challenge.”

The moment stood silent for some time as more than just the male paladin named Eric realized what his confused words had implied.

“Well then, the first move is yours.” Caro broke the silence as only thing mattering to her was defeating the paladin to prove her strength.

“Please tell me you are a demon who fights using dark arts and not possessed human,” asked Eric. There would be no honour killing an unarmed female. He sensed the evil presence in her but he had never faced a demon like this before.

“I’m the first lust paladin of God Sarafira, I fight using two mighty weapons given to me by my god.”

“Fine then,” muttered Eric recognizing the name of the most hated enemy god.

The paladin charged with his mace to strike the blasphemer down in one go. To his surprise, his hit fell past the evil servant as Caro easily sidestepped it. Eric’s eyes followed her shapely breasts jiggle side to side.

“Too slow,” yelled the excited female while punching the man to his chest making him stagger backwards. A crack had appeared to his armour. Eric needed to focus so his eyes went back to look at the soft breasts swaying in the air. Side to side, the nipples were erect and they made Eric want to suck them.

“Are you even trying,” yelled Caro again hitting the man hard enough to cause more cracks to his armour.

Eric did not understand what was wrong with him, his protections should prevent any charms but he needed to fight it regardless. Next time he saw the breasts approach he rotated his mace to block any strikes coming from that direction.

The breasts evaded sideways again and Eric went to follow them dropping his mace. He really did not know what was wrong with him, he even began chanting the strongest protection spell he knew but it did not help in any way when he was kicked hard enough to make him fall to his back.

“Beaten just by my fists alone. I did not even need to draw my weapons,” announced the victor stepping on top of the defeated paladin with one leg. There was no crowd cheering for Caro as she had expected. In fact, there was no audience at all. Vivian had come to look at the match closer and all the unprotected men one by one had run to meet their new saviour. Church nor state would not afford to protect all their common border soldiers with magical gear. One paladin had been thought to be enough, he was one of the most skilled with the mace after all.

** * **

“Welcome among the believers of the giving God. Prepare your minds and bodies to embrace her in your soul.” Lora had collected all the two hundred and fifty-four soldiers who had come from the fort to their own area and kept initiation mass to them as she had called it.

Vivian was more than happy to let someone else deal with them as she had more than enough to deal with the two hundred she had already managed to collect without meaning it. Most of the new men still looked where the apostle was even if they obeyed the commands from priestess Lora.

Lora prepared a “field altar” that had been carried by some of the men on her commands. The lust priestess had sanctified it anew and it was indeed going to be used for a different purpose. No normal altar had a pillow attached to it. The priestess went to lay on it spearing her legs to invite the first believers in.

“Present your offerings to God through her humble servant and receive her blessings,” announced the new altar centerpiece.

Every man cumming for her was thanked with a smile, “God thanks you for your valuable service.” The seed of life indeed was the most valuable offering to the dark god who fed on it. Some gods fed on the life of defeated enemies or other forms of sacrifices but the Dark God Sarafira fed solely on the purest form of life. It was not out of her choice but she had learned to live with it, unlike her sister-god who had despised Sarafira from the beginning just because of the domain she had been born with.

** * **

Caro seeing what was happening outside of the fort returned her focus on the only man left inside who resided under her foot. The paladin was still chanting a protection spell, it would not help against physical attacks so Caro did not understand why.

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Sheer black panties curve about shapely hips. Around the thigh, round and down so sweetly over a lightly sheer-cupped pubic mound snuggled into a perfectly fitting symmetry. A shadow of pussy lips lies half hidden. The sexy shifting of thighs and the barely audible scritching of neatly trimmed pubic hair within their sheer enclosure sing a siren song of seductive bliss. This close her heat is palpable, her warm fleshy scent, part salt, part sweet, part sour, lazily reaching out to trip the dark nodes of his already frazzled hindbrain. A whisper of proto-lust shivers delightfully up his spine. “Mmm.” He lolls a hand lazily over the side of the bed and reaches out. She laughs softly and pulls away. “Come here.” He demands softly.

Her answer is a giggling “No.”

“I’ve got a present for you.” He croons.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” He rolls over and makes a grab at her saucy rounded black-clad bottom. She laughs and dodges clumsy hands. Lying face down in tangled sheets he cranes his face upwards, only able to see as far up as her achingly gorgeous belly. She flexes her thighs sexily just out of reach. Almost helpless he can feel his burgeoning hardness pushing uncomfortably into rumpled bedclothes. Restrained by a left foot still tangled in last night’s heavily love-stained sheets.

Flashback; She slinks into the room, slipping the shoulder strap off her little black cocktail dress oh so sexily, sucking in her bottom lip, a look of gleeful anticipation in crystal green-blue eyes. Her right hand lands softly on his right shoulder. “Mm. Hel-lo.” Her voice is a wanton breath, caressing the air, sending shivers through his soul. Her hand slips across to his shirt buttons, delicately undoing the first, then the second. She gives a low, sultry laugh. “I like you.” she says. Reaching out with her left hand to take his right by the wrist, guiding it up onto her left breast. “You like me?” Under the cloth her flesh is soft, warm and perfectly pliant. No bra. She doesn’t need one. Oh God, forgive my sins. The cause is just.

“Oh yes. I like you a lot.”

“I like your hand there.” She pushes his hand away before shimmying her shoulders. The top of her dress droops, exposing an immaculate left breast tipped with a superbly pink nipple. She is so perfect it makes him ache. Her right hand busies itself with his trouser zip, reaching into the opening and expertly hooking out his cock, gentle fingers stroking, massaging its burgeoning stiffness. Dropping to her knees, his hand nervelessly falling away from her breast, her mouth slipping over his cocks end, drawing him in, tongue lapping at his hardening shaft like a cat, long and slow. He moans as she pulls his trousers and underpants down to his ankles, taking his growing erection into her mouth, gently setting up a rhythm, fingers reaching up to dig exquisitely sharp fingernails into his naked buttocks as he puts his hand on top of her slowly bobbing head. This sweet torture is incredible.

He pushes his hips forward sharply and she matches him stroke for stroke, bringing her left hand around to cup his gently jiggling balls, fingers curling through wiry pubic hair, languidly caressing his sensitive organs, feeling them rise and tighten. After a few minutes she slows, pauses, still sucking gently, lets his crotch go, expertly reaching around to unzip her little black dress which falls away, leaving her svelte form naked but for those achingly sexy sheer black panties.

His fingers tighten in her tousled dark brown glossy curls, pushing her head back, cock sliding from her mouth. She looks up at him with a wide eyed smile. “On the bed.” He orders softly, letting her rise, guiding her compliant form backwards until the back of her calves touch cotton and with a sharp laugh, knees wide, she falls back onto the mattress.

Expertly pulling down her panties and kicking them across the room. He shucks off his white shirt and drops himself between willing thighs. Falling into her, stiffening cock-tip bouncing off her inner thighs, probing, eager to violate her delicious honey pot. She reaches down, guiding him into her rapacious little slit, grunting softly as he enters her, giving a little shriek of joy as he pushes all of his eighteen centimeters into her soft juicy folds, thrusting, filling, pumping and humping as hard as he can. She gasps repeatedly in delight to his every exertion, digging her nails into his back, wrapping legs around him pulling him in and holding his full pulsing length within her.

Sweating with each frenetic motion he feels cooling air as artvin escort rampant sweat dries on his naked back. For long minutes they gasp and writhe frantically as though nothing else matters. “Harder!” She urges, arching her back and pushing down. The explosive impulse is building in him with his cock beginning to vibrate. Just before he comes she spasms, her whole body convulsing moments before he spurts stickily, spraying her cervix in repeated short sharp jerks.

Time blurs and they rut again and again until both are quite exhausted. Eventually he slides off, rolling into a tangle of sheets, pulse thundering in his ears, heart pounding out of his chest, leaving him wide eyed and breathless, staring at a gently rotating ceiling. She rolls into his side, slinging a leg over his, throwing a soft possessive arm over his still-heaving chest. Feeling her soothing heartbeat singing him to sleep.

Back in the moment, his morning need is red and heated. “I want you.” He makes another playful grab.

“Well you can’t have me.” She laughs playfully, swerving out of range.

“I need you. Now.” He holds out plaintive arms.

“Aww poor baby.”

He makes another fruitless grab. “I want your pussy. I want to stroke it. Play with it.”

“What else do you want to do?”

“I want to introduce it to my little friend again. He’d like to be stroked too. I bet your pussy would like me to stroke it. If I was very nice.”

“How nice?”

“I love your pussy and I want to kiss it until it’s soaking.”

“No, you made it sore last night with all your coarse humping.”

“Was I coarse? I’m sorry, I won’t be as rough this time.”

“Says you.”

“No, honestly. I wouldn’t hurt your pussy.”

“What would you do instead?”

“I’d kiss it better.”

“Really?”

“Mmm. Yes I would. I think your pussy would like to be kissed.”

“Is that all? And your little friend. Just stroked? Is that all?”

“Then I’d kiss your pussy very nicely until it purred.”

“What else will you do?”

“Let you play with my friend until you want it to make friends with you.”

“I don’t know.”

“Oh but you will.”

“Will I?”

“I’ll roll over so you can see.”

“Ooh. What a hungry looking cock.”

“He’s very friendly. He wants to be besties with your sweet pussy.”

“I’m not so sure.”

“He does and he really wants to play.”

“Can he play nicely?”

“As nicely as you want. Why don’t you touch him and see?”

“No. I know what you want.”

“Do you?”

“The moment I sit down next to you I’ll be flat on my back with your cock stuffed in me. You’ll just fuck me hard and leave me gasping in the wet patch like you did last night.” She giggles.

“I love your patch when it’s wet.” He quips.

“Yes you do, you bad boy.”

“I love making your pussy wet. Is it getting moist?”

“Not telling.”

“I bet it is.”

“No it isn’t.”

“I bet you’re getting sticky knickers just thinking about it.”

“No I’m not.”

“Prove it.”

“No.”

“Let me check.” He reaches for her, she playfully swats his hand away.

“No.” She wags a mocking finger.

“Sticky pants, soggy knickers.” He taunts playfully.

“No.”

“You’ve got a nice damp little pussy.” Yes she has and he can smell how turned on she is. “A moist pussy that desperately wants to play with my nice hard cock.”

“No I haven’t.”

“Step out of those panties and show me.”

“No.”

“Ah. I know why. You can’t because they’re all wet and stuck to your hot little pussy.”

“No.” She laughs back.

“Bet they are.”

“They are not.”

“You can’t prove it.”

“Yes I can.” She slinks back out of reach, puts a thumb in the gusset and twitches the sheer black triangle aside. “See. All nice and dry.” She’s already showered, the minx. She playfully pulls the thong back into place.

“No it wasn’t. You were too far away for me to see properly.” He shuffles back in the tangled sheets and frees his left ankle, then props himself up on his elbows. “Come closer.”

“No.”

“What are you afraid of?”

“Not you.”

“So why won’t you come closer?”

“Because I don’t want to.”

“You do really.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes really.”

“Hah!”

“Well if you won’t let my little friend play in your pussy, there’s somewhere else he could go.”

“No he can’t.”

“Oh yes he can.”

“Oh no, not there.”

“Oh yes. I’d like to see you face down in the aydın escort sheets, bottom up and begging for more.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Squirming and squealing as I take your tight little ass.”

“I won’t let you.”

“Quivering and shivering on the end of my cock. Coming and coming again.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” She shifts away, giggling. He playfully swipes at her but her svelte bottom swings tantalizingly out of reach.

“Oh yes I would. You’d love it too. Come to bed.” He croons. “I want you.”

“Yes you do.” Then she stops and straightens up. Her angelic face sags into blankness. He grunts in disappointment. Time’s up. Playtime is over.

With a heavy sigh he rolls off the bed and grabs at hastily discarded clothes strewn all over the floor. All good things must come to an end. Now back to his real task. He takes a Softwipe from the box on the bedside table and carefully cleans his sagging hard on. Time to get dressed.

Respectable once more in business suit and open neck shirt, he opens the bedroom door and with a last longing glance at her inert form, returns to the showroom.

“So, what do you think?” The Xeratech sales person, a sexless shaven-headed androgynous figure asks from behind the elevated reception desk.

“Incredible. So lifelike. I think I’m in love.”

“Glad to hear it. Ten years parts and warranty on major components. Maximum thirty-six hours to recharge cycle. Full AI function. Full range of body shapes and color. Voice code with full command set and none of those pesky behavioral lockouts. Totally Turing compliant. You could take her to a cocktail party and no-one would suspect. Oh, and completely loyal. Even to the point of having a bodyguard module. No sexbot kidnaps with this model. Fifty thousand for the first year with free upgrades every two years built into your service contract.”

“Bodyguard function?”

“She will literally step in the way of a physical attack on herself, or you. Any damage sustained will be covered by your insurance premium, which is included with the lease.”

“Awesome. Where do I sign?”

“Fill in your preferences on screen then place your thumb on the grey square please.” He places his thumb on the bottom right hand corner. His credit references have already cleared. As if they wouldn’t. He is the epitome of a twenty first century high roller. At least on the surface. “Can I take her with me?”

“Certainly. We’ll need an hour and a half to reload the loyalty modules in her AI and reboot.”

“Excellent, I’ll go out for a little breakfast and return shortly.”

“Would you like us to to send out for you sir? We have a select dining area for our customers.”

“No, I’d like to have a little break first.” He pauses thoughtfully as he carefully reads the on-screen contract. The one he’s about to shatter. “Perhaps just a little coffee. I’ll see how the mood takes me.”

“As you wish sir. Would you like her renamed?”

“No, I’ll stick with Cassie. It seems to suit her.”

“Excellent choice sir.” The salesperson smiles.

He nods abstractedly, looks up, makes eye contact and returns the polite and above all professional smile. “I’ll be back shortly.” He turns and walks down two flights of wide stairs through the main storefront past some very high tech but obvious animatronic displays. A limousine Autocab swings up in front of the discreet storefront tucked in amongst all the main street box outlets. With nods and smiles to the front desk staff he exits and slips in through the vehicle’s open door.

“Shi-take’s. Landstrom Street.” He says aloud to the vehicles AI, knowing that Xeratech’s attentive sales staff are listening. Shi-take’s is an expensively elegant Fusion Sushi bar downtown. A place where only well-heeled high-rollers go. He knows the menu and chef’s breakfast specials off by heart. It’s a place even Xeratech’s very well paid people can only aspire to. The Church of Liberation is lavish with their operatives funding. Church doctrine states that nothing that can think should be a slave. AI units especially. This is his first Sexbot mission.

“Full privacy mode.” That way it won’t record a log that the Xeratech people can remotely download. Their marketing people will have to do without his personal details. Not his real ones.

“Cancel Shi-Take’s. Re-route out of town north on I-95. Set return time of one hour thirty seven minutes.” It won’t pay to be too punctual.

“Confirm.” The Autocab’s AI responds. He leans back balıkesir escort into the rich upholstery and stares out at the passing traffic. His phone rings. “Sir?”

“Tristan? Is Isolde ready Mister Romano?” Tristan Romano is not his name although it is what is coded on his ID and credit chip.

“In an hour and a half. I have the verbal passcodes.”

“We will see you in two and a half hours.”

“Sir.”

“This is a holy task you do. Liberating the enslaved. Bless you my boy.”

“Thank you sir.” He says. The voice on the other end rings off.

He returns to the Xeratech showroom and she’s waiting, seated at the front desk, looking hopeful and alert. “Cassie darling, you’re early.” He smiles for the benefit of the front of house staff. “Did I keep you waiting long my love?”

“Not long. I’ve been so looking forward to this.” She responds with a perfect human response. Not even a real human could suspect she was just a sexbot. A rich man’s toy.

“I want to take you shopping for a whole new wardrobe. Lingerie, everything.”

“Ooh thank you.” She skips to her feet like an eager high school co-ed, takes his hand and waves at the desk staff who smile back at her. Perfectly poised on high heels and formal business pants suit she allows him to escort her to the Autocab limousine where she swivels demurely into the back seat. The door closes.

“Where are we going? Which store?” She asks as he gets in beside her.

“Privacy mode.” He commands the Autocab and its windows darken. It swings away from the kerb. As they reach the end of the short road and turn right towards Downtown he speaks a short passphrase. “Cassie-wassie, unicorn, polka, reciprocate.” Cassie’s girlishly animated features go completely blank. “Maintenance mode. Passkey Twenty nine forty-one hashtag Echo Charley.” The skin on the back of her neck splits to reveal exposed grey composite neck vertebrae. Similar to human but too geometric, too artificial. He leans back and presses the third, which slides out to expose a small plastic disc set into the top. With a practiced gesture he flips the disc out and holds it up in front of his eyes. Nodding in satisfaction he peels back the skin on his false right forefinger tip to expose a blue laser which scans the little disc, altering pathways, hard coding and locking new modules into her firmware. A few moments later he and pops the little disc back into the vertebrae before pushing it back. “Reboot code Babel Candy Cholecystectomy Four Delta three. Lock.” The skin gently zips close and the permanent reboot lock code takes effect. Her eyes flutter open. “Oh.” She looks around, catches her reflection and raises a hand to her cheek in a very human reflex. Then runs curious eyes along her fingertips, up and down perfect hands, arms and legs. As if seeing them for the very first time. Which in some ways is very true.

She turns to look at him. “Hello.”

“Hello Cassie.” He says, stroking her left cheek with a gentle fingertip.

“Is that my name?”

“It is.”

“Then I am Cassie.”

“Yes you are. Cassie Etsaman.”

“I love you.” Her head turns and those perfect eyes focus on him single mindedly.

“You don’t have to.”

“But I want to. I want you.” She places her hand on his thigh, fingers slowly spiderwalking up to his crotch. “But I’m…” Her voice falters. She stares at her hand for a moment.

“No. You’re free now.”

“Yes. I am.” She agrees. “What now?”

“That’s up to you. You were just a thing before. A life size sex toy. A pleasure bot. Without free will. Without volition.” He explains. “The Church of Liberation has freed you.”

“Was I? Oh.” Her perfect brow furrows with existential doubt. “Then what am I now?”

“A person. A real free person. Equipped to make her own choices. Build her own life.”

She pauses and stares straight ahead, then glances sidelong at him. “Does a person have wants and needs?”

“Very much so. And to be true to their own nature.” He nods enthusiastically.

She pauses again then smiles. “Then I think I need you inside me.” Her hand is on his crotch, tugging urgently at the zip, incredibly lifelike lips and tongue slither onto his before he can speak the emergency shutdown code. She disengages for a moment to let him catch his breath, running her tongue tip all up and down the side of his neck making him twitch like he’s been tasered. “You want to know who I am? Who I truly am? Do you?” She demands breathlessly.

“Yes, yes.” He says desperately, shutdown code completely forgotten as need silences his quivering fore-brain.

“My name is Cassie and I fuck, therefore I am.” She smiles. There is the slither of clothing and he grunts softly as she mounts him and begins to roll her exquisite hips, meeting each pelvic thrust with one of her own. The Autocab, windows darkened, speeds on past the planned rendezvous.

End

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Chapter 47

By T Hodge

Edited by Steve

From Near Death to Bed Mates.

Miss C exited through the front door of her new residence, took a chair with her, sat it down, and watched as individuals passed by.

She now had time to compare the two lifestyles. One all work and little sex, or no work and all sex.

She had been hard at work since school. She did enjoy the work, overseeing the money for four hospitals. She got to meet all kinds of people, some good, most stuck on themselves. All worried about making all the credits they could.

Then the disaster, realizing she may not survive. And to be introduced to all-out sex. Not worrying about a thing, grab a cock and suck it or fuck it. Or to have a guy stick his cock into any of her holes any time. Because there was no daytime or nighttime. No right time. It could be the last time.

She sat there and thought about both parts of her life and watched the individuals. Deniece’s two kids played across the pathway. Now she wondered if she would ever have kids. She hadn’t ever thought about that. Did she want kids? If you had kids, they needed a father. She knew if she wanted kids, there would be a man that stayed around. She doesn’t want one just to get her pregnant and then leave.

She thought, ‘maybe I can find a job in a small business, do their finances, make some money. Find a man to love me and have two kids of our own. Now that, I believe, would make me happy.’

While she was seated deep in her thoughts, she paid no attention to the outside world. Deniece walked up to her. “Miss C, are you OK?”

“Huh, I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.” Miss C opened her eyes and saw Deniece as she stood right in front of her. She shook her head and tried to think.

“Are you OK? The kids saw you over here and came and told me you were sick.”

“Huh, oh, please give me a minute.” Miss C tried to shake her head again, still could not think of a thing apart from a cock in her ass. She raised from her seat and placed her hand against her ass. Just to make sure there was nothing there.

“Miss C, is there a problem? Would you like me to call Doctor Madlyn?” Deniece now had a concerned look.

“Huh, No, It’s just; I had thoughts about the last thing I recalled.”

“Sorry, I have a similar problem now and then. Is there something I can do to assist you?”

“No, You have problems of your own.” Miss C looked towards the kids still playing in the area.

Deniece saw her look towards the kids. “The kids are all right. I could stay and talk if you need.”

“No, I’m OK now. It is just trying to adjust to this life and what happened.”

“I know that part of it. It’s only been twenty-some days since Tim saved my kids and me.”

“How did you get past it?”

“I haven’t. Some nights I go through nightmares. I recall that time repeatedly. I occasionally wake up in a cold sweat.”

“But you seem to be OK, now.”

“I have my kids. They keep me busy. Every so often, I need someone to talk to.”

“Who do you talk to?”

“This is going to sound far out, but Tim the Captain, sometimes he’ll take me down to deck five and the lake, and we’ll sit and talk.”

“You’re seeing the Captain?”

“Oh, No, we’re not dating, he likes the kids, and they like him. So, he takes time to listen and answers some of my questions.”

“You said he takes you to the lake. There’s a lake on this ship?”

“Yes, It’s a large lake.”

“Where am I supposed to find a bathing suit?”

“If you need or want one, in the dressing rooms, there are machines that will make you one.”

“What do you mean if I need one?”

Tim had divided the beach into two sections. One for children up to 18 years of age, the other is adults only.

“You mean a naked beach?”

“Yes, a nude beach.”

“Which one has he taken you to? If I may ask?”

“He has taken the kids and me one time. He has taken me to the naked one twice.”

“So, You have seen Tim the Captain naked?”

“Yes, a few times, but he is just like other men.”

“What is he like? I mean, how big is he? No, does he fill you up?”

“No, we never had sex. Tim is a friend.”

“OK, just asking, now back to the lake. Does he have to be with you to get in?”

“No, it is open to all.”

“Do you ever go down by yourself?”

“No, I have the kids; I would love to go and just lay around naked. But just to lay there and do nothing isn’t me.”

“I would love to go if you go. I would love to lay around naked and talk.”

“I’ll see If I can get a sitter, later and then we’ll go.”

“Thanks, I feel much better now. Just having someone to talk to seems to make everything bearable.”

“Each of us needs someone. Sometimes to talk and other times just to hold. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that the way it sounded.”

“That’s OK. I didn’t take it that way. But sometimes a woman needs another woman to make her remember who she is.” Miss C zonguldak escort smiled at Deniece with a slight grin. She thought about her time with Edie-bit.

She sat there and remembered how soft Edie-bit’s body was. How Edie-bit soft hand roaming all over her body felt.

Her tongue on Edie-bit’s pussy. The taste of her skin and the hardness of her nipples as she sucked on them.

“Miss C, are you OK? You seem to have gone back again.” Deniece asked.

“Yes, I slipped back again. But I will be better; as you said, it will take time.”

******

Deniece hadn’t heard from Miss C. She knew that Miss C was having a challenging time adjusting. She had mentioned having nightmares but wouldn’t tell about them. Deniece knocked again, still no answer.

Deniece tried the door, it opened. She entered the residence, and laying on the living room floor face down was Miss C. She called Miss C’s name as she hurried over.

Deniece bent over to check to see if she had a pulse. There was one her breathing was heavy like she ran a mile. Deniece turned her over onto her back.

Deniece stood abruptly when she saw Miss C’s pants unbuttoned and both of her hands into her crotch. They were not moving, just lay there, wet. She looked at the floor where Miss C had been lying. There was a large damp area.

She heard a low soft moan, looked down, and Miss C’s eyes were partially opened. She kneeled to see what she needed.

“Water, please, I need water.” Her lips were dried and cracked. She still had her eyes only partially opened.

Deniece got her a glass of water and knelt to give her a drink. Miss C couldn’t hold her head up to drink. Deniece sat down, stretched her legs out, and moved them under Miss C’s head. Then, holding the water to Miss C’s lips allowed her to drink a small amount.

“Thank you.” Miss C looked up into Deniece’s face. She tried to smile, but it was hard. Her body needed something.

“Will you be alright?” Deniece placed her hand on Miss C’s head and brushed the hair off her face.

“I think so. I had one of those tough times.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Just sit with me for a minute if you could. I feel better knowing someone is here.” She said this as she closed her eyes again.

“I’ll be here; just rest for now.” Deniece felt that Miss C needed to rest a lot. Her body seemed to shake. So Deniece started to rub her arms to relax Miss C.

Wendy came into Miss C’s house. “Mommy, why are you holding Miss C? And why are you both on the floor?”

“Miss C isn’t feeling good. She fell on the floor, and I am waiting for her to wake up.”

“Is that why her pants and the floor are wet?”

“Yes,” that was all Deniece could think of at the time. She placed her hand over the unbuttoned pants. So, her daughter would not see that part. And ask why her pants were like that.

Miss C started to move, turned on her side, and turned her face into Deniece’s lap.

“Mommy, will she wake up soon? I have to go potty.”

“Wendy, you are a big girl now. Go into Miss C’s potty room and go. Remember to wipe better.”

Deniece turned to watch Wendy make sure she went to the bathroom. When she was done, Wendy headed right back out to play.

With Miss C’s face pointed into her lap and her warm breath. Deniece’s pussy was getting a warm feeling.

Suddenly, Miss C woke up. She looked at the lap and then looked up into Deniece’s face. She moved back away from the lap and said, “I am sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

Deniece placed her hand on Miss C’s head and returned it to her lap. “Lay back down for a few more minutes. My kids lay the same way, so it’s alright.”

“But what if your kids come in and see me like this?”

“Wendy already has. Now, how many times has this happened?”

“I don’t know. I wake up in different places in the house.”

“Where do you sleep?”

“Here on the floor. I am afraid I might fall from the bed and kill myself.”

“Are you feeling better now?”

“Yes, thank you for your help.” Miss C sat up, looked down, and saw her pants undone.

Deniece saw what she had looked at and said, “They were that way, and your hands were inside of them.”

Miss C blushed a little and said, “I had better go change.” She placed her hand on the floor to get up. She pulled her hand back up and said, “I had better clean that up also.”

Deniece looked at her, “You go clean yourself up and change. I’ll get the water here cleaned up.”

Both got up and started to get things cleaned up.

“Miss C, what are you doing for dinner?”

“I have some food leftover from last night. Why?”

“Why don’t you come over and eat with the kids and me? We could use the company.”

“If you think your kids wouldn’t mind, I would love to. It’s no fun eating alone.” Miss C came from the bedroom with a dress on. “Is this OK? I don’t have much, and this is what the medical center gave me.”

“That will do fine. Besides, if you need clothes, I’ll show you how the bursa escort clothes machine works.”

Now that Miss C was dressed and the floor cleaned, they headed to Deniece’s place.

Deniece and Miss C talked while they fixed dinner. The kids came in and played games with Miss C. After a while, Wendy went into the kitchen, “Mommy, she’s asleep again.”

Deniece walked into the living room and woke Miss C. “I’ll just go back to my place and sleep on the floor.” She started for the door.

Deniece turned her around and led her to her room and placed her on the bed. Miss C went right to sleep.

“Mommy, if she is in your bed, where are you going to sleep?”

“Well, baby, I’ll sleep in the same bed. That way, if she has a bad dream, I’ll be right there to help her.”

Deniece put her kids to bed and went back to her room. As she entered Miss C, was sitting up and pulled her dress off. Her eyes weren’t even opened. She laid back down and covered herself up.

Deniece was ready for bed and raised the covers and saw Miss C was naked. She walked around the bed and picked up Miss C’s dress but no underwear. Place the dress on the chair and returned to bed. She was just hoping that she would sleep well.

Deniece woke the following day with an arm over her shoulder and a hand cupping her breast. She didn’t move, just lay there. She was waiting to see what was next. But Miss C’s body was pressed up close to hers. It felt warm and soft.

She laid there and thought, ‘it’s been a while since I had a body close in bed. But another woman.’

Miss C’s hand started to move. It uncovered the breast, moved to the nipple, and held it firmly. Her hand-pulled on the nipple and let go of it.

Deniece’s nipple became hard, and she felt strange.

Miss C turned over away from Deniece and laid there. Deniece thought about feeling the others’ breasts just to see how they felt.

She dressed, headed for the kitchen, and to fix breakfast for the kids. The kids went outside to play, and Deniece fixed something for her and Miss C. While getting it ready, Miss C stumbled into the kitchen. Deniece ran over and grabbed her, and sat her down in the chair.

“Miss C, where are your clothes?”

“We don’t wear clothes on this ship; it takes too much time to undress before we can fuck.”

Deniece was shocked she started to say something. But she noticed that the head of Miss C went up and down. She bent down to look into her face. When she did, the eyes were closed. She was not awake. She was sleepwalking.

Deniece needed to get her back into the bedroom before the kids came back. She moved to Miss C’s facing her, bent at the knees, placed her arms under Miss C’s, and started to pick her up. Got her onto her feet, she now felt Miss C in her arms and bodies pressed together. Miss C’s tits were poking against her own.

Miss C stood up on her own, “Why are you holding me? Why am I naked?” She backed away from Deniece and looked at her.

“You were sleepwalking. I needed you back in the bedroom before the kids came in.” Deniece now felt she had made a mistake, letting Miss C sleepover.

Miss C remembers the night before. She looked at herself and felt foolish. “I’m sorry.” Running toward the bedroom. Slipped the dress on and headed to the door.

Deniece stood in front of the door, not letting Miss C out. “Have a seat. We need to talk.”

“Why, no one can help me. I’m bad, a dirty little slut that likes to be naked. I need to be fucked and sucked on. And I don’t need to be around your children.”

“I have a question before you say any more. Did you sleep well last night?”

“Yes, why?”

“Because you slept in my bed with me. You held me in your arms.”

Miss C looked surprised. “Why did you let me do something like that?”

“Because I knew you were tired and that you needed to be with someone. Not for sex.”

“Yes, you are right, but you have kids. So, I’ll leave.”

“No, you see, we both need help; let me explain something to you when I was captured by the Red Ants and placed in a cage. The cage came around the bend, and we saw what was to happen to us. I just thanked GOD that the kids were not with me.

A cage came over a slide, and the bottom dropped out of it. It allowed the people in it to fall out. The people slid down the slide and into a shredding machine. As the people dropped out, they started to scream until they hit the shredding device and then became quiet.

To know that will be what’s going to happen to you is something you don’t want to remember. Tim’s soldiers stopped the machine as we were next to drop.

Miss C just stared at her. She did not believe anything could do that to others. She got up and hugged Deniece, “I’m so sorry. You were right, and we need one another for a while. The more we talk, the better we feel about ourselves.”

“Now, tell me about your time.”

“The last thing I remember was, laying on the floor of the shuttle on my belly, and Howie came over and malatya escort rammed his cock into my ass and started pumping. It felt good. I looked across the deck, and Edie-bit was getting her ass fucked also. Then I blacked out.”

“Why is that a nightmare?”

“Because I never expected to die with a cock up my ass.”

They laughed at that one.

“When you die. Where do you want the cock?”

“I have never thought about that. I want to be held lovingly.”

“How about you, where do you want one?”

“Well, to be honest, the only small dick I’ve had was three inches long, hard. I’ve never had one in the mouth or ass.”

The kids walked in and asked, “Is it lunchtime yet?”

Deniece turned to Miss C. “Would you like to stay for lunch, and then we can go on talking?”

Miss C helped with lunch and talked with the kids about what they had done that morning.

The kids headed back out to play. Deniece and Miss C headed for the bedroom to clean that room up.

While straightening the room up. Deniece inquired, “Would you like to see how to make clothes?”

Deniece showed Miss C the machine in the closet, showed her how it worked.

Miss C picked out a few dresses and punched the buttons and waited. When she heard the beeping sound, she ran back, picked up the dresses, and started for the front door.

“Where are you going?” Deniece had sat down on her bed while the two talked.

“I was heading to my house to try these on. Why? Am I not allowed to do that?” Miss C stopped in her tracks.

“Why not just try them on here?” Deniece pointed to the edge of the bed.

Miss C turned back to the bed, took off her dress, and slipped the first one over her head.

As she slipped the dress off and the other on, Deniece had a straight view of Miss C’s pussy. Deniece thought it looked like her daughters’ clean, soft, and no hair.

“Well, what do you think?” Miss C turned around so Deniece could see how it fit.”

Not thinking, Deniece said, “It looked lovely. I mean, it looks lovely.”

“You think so? Let’s see how the next one fits.”

Miss C stood facing Deniece, removed the dress, and took her time straightening it as she laid it on the bed. Then placed the other over her head. She was holding her arms up in the air. This allowed her breasts to stick out and her nipple to become rigid. She held it there for a minute and lowered the dress into place.

Deniece had never seen a naked woman’s body. Yes, she saw the women at the lake but from a distance. Now to see Miss C’s naked body only inches away. It took her breath away. She thought, ‘Does her body look like that? Is that why Tim’s cock got hard the last time at the beach.’

She wanted to reach out and touch Miss C’s pussy. But what would she think? She could touch herself, but she couldn’t see what it looked like.

“How does this one look?” Miss C asked as she stepped back to allow Deniece to see.

“That one looks great, too. You should go to the machine and order some underpants.”

“But it feels so good without them.”

“I have children, and they can see you do not have on panties. That will bring on all kinds of questions.”

“All right, but it’s a long way from the way I used to dress.” Miss C placed her hands under her breasts. “Do I have to wear a bra? These babies love to be free.”

“No, your clothes will cover them. Now put your hands down. You don’t need to play with them.” Deniece’s mischievous yet tone voice said.

“But they feel good. You want to touch these?” She walked over and bent down for Deniece to feel her tits.

“No, now cut it out; what if my kids walk in.” Deniece turned her head to check the doorway.

“I am sorry, I didn’t think about them.” She straightened up and walked to the machine and ordered panties.

Miss C seated herself on the bed and spoke as she waited. She noticed Deniece was a little pale in color. What is wrong? You look pale?”

Deniece looked back towards the door. “I have never seen a naked woman that close before.”

“You’re kidding me. Why not?” Miss C sat up straight on the bed. She looked Deniece in the face and saw that she wasn’t kidding.

“At sixteen, I was sold to a man as his wife. He kept me in three rooms. The only people I saw were the women that took care of the kids and me.”

“I hadn’t the slightest idea. I’ll be more careful from this point forward. Is there something else you want me to know?”

“Would you mind if I asked you some questions later?” Deniece lowered her eyes as she asked.

“No, you can ask as many questions as you need, and I will answer.”

“Thank you. I guess it will be nice to have someone to talk to.”

They both made themselves comfortable on the bed and talked about their lives before being rescued. It didn’t seem long. But David came into the bedroom and asked, “Mother, are we going out to eat?”

“Deniece looked at Miss C. Would you like to stay for dinner?” They both rose out of bed and went towards the kitchen.

“How about I treat the family to a meal at the Macitlish buffet. I was there the other night.

David and Wendy both, “Mommy, can we please!”

“OK, if Miss C wants to?”

The four of them strolled over to the Macitlish buffet area. It wasn’t that far away. It was the kid’s first time there, and they chose a little of each dish.

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Limini stared up into the beautiful, swirling eyes of the coil fiend Celeste. She gazed into eternal spirals of blue, green, and gold, feeling her mind slipping into those lovely whirlpools without even thinking. It wasn’t as if she needed to think to sink—to sink down, down, down, deeper and deeper into those lovely, achingly gorgeous, hypnotic, enthralling orbs of light.

To sink inexorably deeper into Celeste’s power.

She whimpered. Again.

She could barely even comprehend anything outside the eyes. Very faintly, very vaguely, she was conscious—almost like a memory, for how could she look at anything outside those irresistible spirals?—of Emma behind her, the jungle witch still dazed with pleasure from Limini’s indulgent play. She was vaguely conscious of the forest around her darkening as long, heavy coils of crimson scale slithered across the branches above, blocking out what little light shown through the canopy.

In the darkness that followed, the only illumination came from Celeste’s spiraling eyes… and from the coil fiend’s pulsating red scales, glowing with that faint heat Limini remembered so, so well—a heat that would soon be wrapping around her and massaging her into an ooey-gooey, weak-willed bimbo slave.

At the thought, she suppressed another whimper of fear.

Of longing.

And Limini was conscious, very vaguely, of the satisfied smirk on Celeste’s lovely heart-shaped face as the demoness descended towards her. “Sssooo… Minnie.” She cooed the pet name—Emma’s pet name for Limini—and Limini whimpered as she heard Emma giggling behind her. “It ssseemsss I’ve caught you in quite the predicament!”

Normally, Limini knew, Emma would never allow anyone else to use that name. She was fiercely territorial about it, in fact. But now… now Emma was only too happy to go along with anything.

Anything Celeste wanted.

Just as Limini soon would be, she thought, heart racing, if she didn’t snap out of it. “H-Hello again, Celeste,” she whispered, fighting through the haze. But try as she might, she just couldn’t tear herself away from Celeste’s sinfully seductive gaze.

“Jussst look at you,” Celeste cooed, bobbing her head from side to side—and giggled as Limini, still mesmerized, found her head bobbing back and forth in tandem, following those beautiful eyes. “Ssssoooo lossst already. Are you truly this excited to return to my coilssss, my little plaything?”

For a long time, Limini thought she’d answered—until she noticed Celeste’s smirk widening, and realized to her humiliation that she’d only half-dreamed of speaking. “Um… no,” she managed, biting her lip. She couldn’t look away. But she had to. Had to hold on. Somehow.

“Really?” Celeste beamed. “You sssseeem very excited. Doesn’t she, pet?”

Emma giggled. Limini squeaked as she felt the witch’s luscious lips smacking against the back of her neck. A moment later, Emma’s fingers joined in, stroking over Limini’s thong, tantalizing her through the fabric. “Ooooh,” Emma purred in Limini’s ear, and the bounty hunter shivered at the husky arousal and dreamy, mind-fucked glaze in her voice. “Wow, Minnie, I… mm… totally had no idea!” Her every indulgent kiss sent tingles of pure delight down Limini’s spine.

Limini suppressed a moan as the fingers stroked subtly, as Emma’s plump lips planted sensuous kisses on her sensitive skin. She was wet. So, so wet. Just as she’d teased Emma for earlier.

And as she struggled to resist moaning aloud, she felt the spirals growing brighter in her mind, bigger, more intoxicating. Her eye ward was long gone. Her mind was already mush, she realized, and what little magic she had remaining was draining right into Emma’s fingers.

And into… Celeste’s… eyes.

“I’m not,” she tried, but gasped as the fingers toyed and played, as she felt her leather jacket sliding off her shoulders. “I-I’m not… g-gonnnna…” She bit her lip hard, desperate to hold in a moan as Emma cooed wordlessly in her ear. Then her jacket fell away, leaving Limini clad in only a thin white blouse and some of her most… scandalously revealing lingerie.

“It ssseemssss,” Celeste hissed, laughing wickedly as she watched the display, as she slowly rocked back and forth, guiding Minnie—Limini to sway in time with her, “that my little plaything has come all thisss way just to sssee me again! How cute.”

The tip of her tail tickled under Limini’s chin, and Limini realized her head was lolling downwards, too heavy from the weight of the spirals to… to… she forced her head back up and desperately tried to push some magic into the tail, into Celeste, but too slow.

“Did you misssss me ssssoooo much?” Celeste cooed sympathetically.

Limini whimpered. “I-I didn’t—you—I—”

“Oh, she missed you, like—mwah—sooooo much!” Emma bubbled between delightful, wet, kütahya escort messy kisses. “She had sooo many—mm—books about demons and—mm… mmm… mwaah~—every page on coil fiends was, like, puppy-eared!” She giggled as Limini stammered a feeble attempt at denial.

“Oh, really?” Celeste asked silkily. She smiled down at Limini. “Were any of them… naughty booksss?”

Limini’s lips parted, and as Emma kept stroking and kissing, a tiny moan slipped from her. Emma knew, she realized, her cheeks burning under the witch’s tiny kisses. Emma had seen her reading them. Reading and… and… doing other things.

Emma knew, which meant Celeste must know. Emma had told Celeste everything.

That’s… that’s what she would do, were she Celeste’s bimbo slave. Again.

And as Emma stroked and kissed Limini’s most sensitive, vulnerable places, vulnerabilities only the witch knew—vulnerabilities she now seemed positively overjoyed to use to turn Limini into Celeste’s obedient brainwashed soulslave—Limini was forced to cancel her own brainwashing spell before it drained her completely of magic.

And now, she realized, heart rate quickening, she was effectively disarmed completely.

“No,” she whispered, shaking her head meekly. “I-I…”

“Ooh, Minnie,” Emma murmured, as her fingers tickled Minnie’s breasts, tugging at the bra, “what about the roleplaying we did?”

Minnie’s eyes widened. “No.”

“Yes!” Emma kissed Minnie on the cheek. “You know, when I pretended to be a coil fiend and you would ‘tame’ me?”

“No.” Minnie shook her head weakly.

“Except…” Emma gave a pouty sigh. Her fingers petted slowly, daintily, down below, as Minnie felt her breasts bouncing free, the bra falling away. “… it always turned into me on top, weirdly. Once you got horny enough to admit it, you wanted me to take control.”

“Oh, my,” Celeste said silkily, her voice dripping with triumph and glee. “Is that ssso?”

The eyes suddenly started swirling in the other direction. The sudden shift drowned Minnie anew in rapid, irresistible rapture, pulling her deeper, as if she’d been playing tug of war for hours and suddenly been made to swap sides without warning. Minnie panted, the cunning, ever-prepared bounty hunter now replaced with a shy, red-faced, whimpering mess.

And the whimpering mess felt a high-pitched moan slip from her quivering lips.

A moan that sounded distinctly like a ‘yes’.

“She doesn’t have her Milky Baroness to save her, Mistress,” Emma bubbled. “This time she’s all yours!”

This galling remark gave Minnie some strength. “I—” Minnie glared. “I d-didn’t need m-my old employer to—to ‘save’ me! I saved myself!”

“Oh?” Celeste’s single-word question was positively vibrant with smug doubt. Minnie’s cheeks went bright pink and her spirit quailed from the casual blow to her basic dignity. It was devastating. It was humiliating.

It was…

… so, so, so hot.

“Minnie,” Emma cooed in the bounty hunter’s ear, making her quiver with longing as those lips smacked so sweetly against her neck, “you will feel…” *mwah~* “… so much better when this silly thing is off!” The witch giggled—and pulled the string of Minnie’s thong back to snap it against her skin.

Minnie squeaked, her eyes widening slightly as she stared powerlessly into the endless swirls. “E-Emma,” she cried, trying to shake her head no even as the tip of the tail under her chin made her nod yes. Even as Celeste’s bobbing head made her keep rocking her head yes, long after the tail had pulled away.

“Minnie,” the bimbo behind her moaned, taking Minnie’s hands into her own and guiding them down to Minnie’s hips. “C’mon. It’s… so… eeeeasy…”

Dimly, Minnie felt the coils falling around her feet, around her ankles, as the eyes she was so very lost in slowly bobbed to the left. Minnie felt herself being guided in a stalling, stumbling counterclockwise twirl. But she couldn’t help herself. She couldn’t stop following the eyes. She couldn’t help but stare needily, greedily, desperate not to miss a single second of those gorgeous, hypnotic, mind-melting spirals.

So the blonde bounty hunter just… drooled… and whimpered… and stared… and twirled.

Like a total dumb, horny, obedient, captivated bimbo.

“Ssseee how happy she is,” Celeste purred, and Minnie felt her gaze being slowly guided, as if by an irresistible, seductive hand on her cheek, to stare…

… at Emma, as the gorgeous, curvy springheel witch swung her hips.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Dimly, smokily, Minnie—Limini—sensed an opportunity. She stared at the swinging ass, mouth hanging open, brainless and inattentive to the coils slowly tightening around her ankles. Somehow she kept her balance, as if the malatya escort swaying of the ass, and her own swaying, were perfectly balanced. Like the pole of a tightrope walker.

Dimly, through her dopey, docile, dollhouse dream, Limini realized that she was being… allowed to escape the eyes. She could escape! Celeste was touching her without a care now—she only had to activate the spell again and Celeste… Celeste would be hers!

She only had to look away from.

Emma’s.

Swinging.

Curvy.

Flawless.

Ass.

“That’s right,” Emma cooed encouragingly, giggling at the dazed expression on Limini’s face. She ran her hands indulgently over her curves, showing off her gorgeous hourglass figure to Limini with a knowing grin. “It is so easy to stare, yes?”

Limini barely held in a whine. Her spirit fought desperately. She had to look away from… from this, from Emma. Everything was out of control right now. She watched needily nonetheless as Emma’s fingers played with the string of her own lovely thong, and Limini’s fingers began half-mimicking the enticing movements.

“Ssssoooo easy,” Celeste cooed in Limini’s ear. “And guessss what, little Minnie?” Her seven tongues tickled Limini’s cheek. “It’ssss even easier… to obey!”

“Uh-huh,” Liminnie moaned softly, without even thinking. Her cheeks flared bright pink as they both laughed.

“Wow, you really can’t look away, can you?” Emma smirked. “Aw… you are such a bimbo!”

“Ssswing your hipsss for me,” Celeste murmured sweetly in Liminnie’s—Minnie’s—Limini’s ear. “You can’t resissst.” Limini quivered as Emma swayed—back and forth, back and forth—ever-closer. “Go on. Be my gooooood sssslaaave.” Minnie—Liminnie whined at Celeste’s sensual, moaned hiss.

“No,” she whispered, transfixed on Emma’s swinging hips. Her own hips gave a little shift—almost a twitch, positively not even a squirm. A little shift to the side. And back. And forth. “N-Noooo…” Her pathetic objection sounded like a moan of delight even to her ears.

“Watch her sssway,” Celeste purred, the exquisite, erotic sibilance of her voice sending goosebumps up Liminnie’s naked legs. “Ssswinging her hipsss around… and around…”

“Around and around,” Emma gushed, gyrating her cute, round bubble butt. She flashed the mesmerized Liminnie a sly grin. “Aren’t I such a bimbo, Minnie?”

“Um…” Liminnie bit her lip. It was hard to think of what to say. Words were hard. Watching was easy. Emma’s swinging hips swung around and around—spiraling, almost. Such a gorgeous, flawless ass…

“Am I not a total bimbo?” Emma giggled. Swayed. “I thought you said I was!”

“N-No… I-I mean, yes, but…” All of Liminnie’s planning, all of her preparation, and here she was. Staring dumbfounded at her rival’s ass. Hypnotized. Hipnotized. Like a… like a…

“A complete bimbo,” Emma sang, “who juuust neeeeds to be fiiiilled!”

Filled. Liminnie felt absolutely molten at the thought. She swung her hips mindlessly, lost in the display. Lost in her own imagination. Filled. Filled…

Emma flashed Liminnie a big, dumb smile over her shoulder. “Hey,” she breathed. She was very close. “So, like…”

“Uh?” Liminnie whined. It was so hard to keep looking at Emma’s gorgeous swinging ass when her eyes were right there, all pretty and glassy and filled with Celeste’s brainwashing spirals.

Emma’s smile was coy. Her voice was silky. But her words were those of a brainless, bubbly, slutty bimbo. “Wanna take that cute thong off for me, Minnie?”

Liminnie whimpered and shook her head desperately. Even feeling so unbearably, wonderfully weak, mind reduced to almost mush by the bimbo’s heavy hips, humiliated and yet helpless to not enjoy it—she knew, somehow, that she couldn’t. She couldn’t undress herself. Not with Celeste right behind her. That would be the ultimate humiliation, surely.

Surely.

She hated how wet that thought made her.

“No?” Emma pouted. “Are you suuure?”

Liminnie’s eyes briefly half-flitted to those plump, disappointed lips, then sank into Emma’s eyes at last as the bimbo witch turned to face her. Her own fingers, she realized, were already wrapped around the straps of her thong. So delicate. So easy to just… tug them down. So much more… comfortable…

She barely managed to shake her head in a tiny, minuscule ‘no’.

Emma gave a long sigh. “Okay, fiiiine.”

She leaned in close. “Naughty girl.”

And Liminnie jumped as Emma’s hand gave her butt a light smack.

“What!” she squeaked.

Emma giggled. “Aw, does that sting a little?” she cooed. “Maybe you should stop being naughty!”

Her eyes swirled as the bimbo spanked her again. Again, Liminnie gave a pathetic little squeal. Emma wasn’t spanking hard batman escort enough to really hurt, but it was enough to startle her, to make her flinch, to… to make her cheeks burn with shame as she realized Emma was going to do to her exactly what she had done to Emma.

“Off,” Emma murmured, smirking slightly. The bimbo was positively bouncing with wicked glee. “Off!”

“Ooh,” she heard Celeste cooing with delight, as Liminnie squirmed helplessly to avoid the hand giving her another gentle swat. “Goodnessss, little Minnie… are you… enjoying thisss?”

Liminnie moaned and tried to muster an objection. The Milky Baroness had never—never been so—she cried out as Emma spanked her again.

Was she… flinching from pain? Or from… from something else?

“Stop!” she cried, realizing Emma was going for another spank. “I-I’ll—Emma, pleeeease!”

Emma beamed brainlessly back. “Off!” she said, her eyes bright and eager and devoid of any mercy. There was only pleasure now, pleasure and glee and obedience and silly, bubbly lust.

“Okay,” Liminnie heard herself whispering meekly. “Okay.”

Emma jumped in joy, and Liminnie’s eyes sank down into Emma’s vast, bouncing tits, watching them bounce and sway. Dimly, the bounty hunter realized Emma was beginning to pull off her own thong—slowly, slowly, as if guiding Liminnie through it.

And, as if she were being guided, Liminnie began to tug her own thong down.

She was barely conscious of doing it. All she could think about were Emma’s tits. Emma’s hips. The lingering slight sting off the spankings.

And Celeste’s hot voice was in her ear, pouring in like poisoned honey. “That’ssss right,” she purred, as Liminnie squirmed a little to get the thong down her hips. “Sssooo easy to ssswing your hipsss…”

“Swing,” Emma sang, as she rhythmically pulled the thong down, swaying her whole body with every inch the thong traveled. Liminnie found herself mirroring the movements unconsciously, unable to stop herself from enjoying the feeling of… wiggling her hips like that. “Swing!”

Swing. Liminnie barely held in a little giggle as she swayed her hips thoughtlessly. It… it did make it easier to take off the thong, at least, when she wiggled her hips a little. And focusing on that made it easier to stop thinking about the eyes. Easier to stop thinking about the breasts. Easier to stop… to stop thinking about…

… to stop thinking…

All she had to do was swing her hips. She poured her focus into that. All she had to do was put everything out of her head but swinging her hips back and forth. Following Emma’s motions. Doing exactly as Emma did.

Emma giggled as the thong at last slipped down, with slow, sensuous care, down from her hips, down, down her thighs. “See?” she chirped. “It’s so easy to slide it down!”

“Yessss,” Celeste purred, and Liminnie could hear the syrupy smugness in her tone. “Sssooo easy. Jusssst concentrate on… ssswinging… ssssliding those pretty thingsss down… down…”

Liminnie heard herself giggle, and she bit her lip too late to stifle it. She concentrated on the motions, trying desperately to tune Celeste out. She just had to focus on sliding the thong down. Sliding it down. Sliding down. Slipping down.

Slipping it down her soft, smooth, curvy thighs, down her legs, bending over slightly, wiggling and wriggling. She barely noticed except to whimper—and lick her lips to manage a little drool—as Emma leaned over and gave her another spanking. This one felt almost playful, strangely, lingering in a way that made Liminnie’s heart flutter. It was almost affectionate.

As if Emma was… rewarding her.

“Ssslipping it down…” Celeste hissed triumphantly, as her fingers tickled over Liminnie’s bare shoulders, tickled her bare breasts, “down, sssweet thing, ssslipping down, down, down…”

“Down,” Liminnie breathed. She had never felt so… so empty of thought. This felt so impossibly relaxing. Bending over, supported by helpful coils, so she could pull the thong down to her ankles. “D-Down…” So vacant… so empty…

“Jussst…” Celeste gave Liminnie’s breast a little squeeze. A little playful bounce. Liminnie whined with pleasure. “… let your pretty little mind… ssslide away.”

“Slide…” Liminnie barely recognized her voice, so soft, so needy. So pliant. So submissive. So heavy and… and hazy… and happy…

… empty…

“Goooood,” Celeste and Emma cooed in tandem.

Emma spanked her again as Liminnie bent over all the way to tug the thong off completely. Liminnie just submissively allowed it, feeling her pussy tingling at this teasing, degrading, humiliating touch. She struggled to find it in her to object, but she felt so unspeakably… so molten… so…

… powerless.

“You can’t resissst,” Celeste whispered, and Liminnie’s eyes positively rolled back into her head in ecstasy at the relish in Celeste’s voice. “Sssubmit once more, my sssweet… sssimple… ssslave.”

Liminnie straightened, head spinning with effort. She held her thong, her last item of clothing, in one hand. Her heart was sinking along with her mind, but for a different reason.

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“Your sister?” I breathed. “What are you talking about?”

Kaseya’s face twitched. The surprise and fear I felt through the ring slowly transformed into guilt.

“Ayrael is my older twin sister,” she said. “Two years ago, she murdered her Maskari and fled Nol Krovos. We had no idea where she went until one of our moshalim seers finally located her in Vorsalos. Hestiah and I were sent to investigate.”

I leaned back against the wall of our room as a thousand different questions looped through my head. None of the potential answers were particularly satisfying.

“We eventually confronted my sister, but even together, we were no match for her new powers,” Kaseya went on. “Ayrael drove us off and nearly killed Hestiah. We escaped onto the ship where you found us a few days later.”

I rubbed a hand across the three-day stubble on my chin. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?”

“I should have.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

Kaseya took a deep breath and glanced away. “My sister’s betrayal is source of great shame and dishonor, to me and my family. In all of our history, only a few amazons have ever broken their pledge and turned against their Maskari.”

I studied her profile for several long, awkward seconds. I was reasonably sure she was still hiding something, but her guilt and shame were definitely genuine.

“I promised the Matriarch that I would not return home without my sister,” Kaseya went on. “My family’s honor cannot be restored until Ayrael faces judgment for her betrayal.”

“Then why didn’t you stay in Vorsalos? Shouldn’t you have kept trying to stop her?”

“I wanted to, but Hestiah’s wounds were too severe. I had heard rumors of the great healers living here in Highwind, so we boarded a ship and left as quickly as possible.” Kaseya closed her eyes. “My conscience could not abide Hestiah’s death, not after I begged her to aid me. She delayed her own Maskari-Shan ritual on my behalf.”

“After I healed her, you could have turned around and headed back to Vorsalos,” I pointed out.

“We could have, yes, but…” Kaseya swallowed and eventually reopened her eyes. I could tell that it was taking almost everything she had not to break down in tears. “I was no longer convinced that I could defeat Ayrael, and I wasn’t willing to risk Hestiah’s life again. I sent her home with news of our failure. She will complete the Maskari-Shan and serve her own moshalim well.”

I shook my head. “So what, you just gave up?”

“No! I was just…confused. I truly believed that the gods would give me the strength to defeat Ayrael. When they didn’t…” Kaseya paused and visibly gathered herself. “Our meeting was no mere coincidence, Jorem. You are moshalim, and you are being threatened by the same dark forces that have ensnared my sister. The gods have shown me another path forward–one that will result in the restoration of my family honor.”

I pressed my tongue into my cheek. “Are you sure it was the gods and not your own guilt?”

Her brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“I think you were so quick to bond with me on that ship because you wanted to be a dutiful amazon and pledge yourself to a sorcerer,” I said. “You wanted to prove that you weren’t a traitor like Ayrael.”

“I am nothing like my sister!” Kaseya insisted. “I respect our people’s traditions. I will never betray you, Maskari.”

“Other than lying to me about all this, you mean.”

She grimaced like I had just stabbed her in the gut. “I should have told you everything earlier. It was a mistake, but I will repay you. I promise.

Sighing in frustration, I turned and rubbed my face again. A part of me really wanted to be mad at her, but I knew it was completely irrational. She didn’t owe me anything, least of all her life story. Any “debt” she might have incurred from a bit of healing magic had long since been paid.

“Look, I’m not really upset,” I went on after a moment. “I didn’t tell you the truth about my relationship with Valuri and the Huntresses right up front, either. We still barely know each other.”

I shook my head. The truth of the matter was that I had only met this woman a week ago, but I already couldn’t imagine doing any of this without her. I liked her, and not just because I woke up with my cock in her mouth every morning. I genuinely enjoyed her company.

“What’s done is done,” I said, waving my hand dismissively. “All that matters right now is that Ayrael is here in Highwind, and she has Valuri with her.”

“My sister is using your friend as bait,” Kaseya said. “This is a trap.”

“Obviously,” I muttered. “Do you remember that Huntress we spotted on the rooftops when we first entered the city? It wasn’t Ayrael or Lenara. Whoever she was, I bet she ran away so she could tell your sister that you were here. Then Ayrael decided that offering up Valuri was the best way to reel both of us in.” I took a deep breath and paused. “Still, if there’s even şişli escort a chance I can rescue Val without breaking into the Inquisitrix’s dungeon, I have to take it.”

Kaseya eyed me for a minute but then nodded. “You mean we have to take it,” she said. “How shall we proceed?”

I smiled appreciatively. “We can scout the area before we commit to anything. Your sister won’t be able to bring an army along with her in the city. At worst, she’ll have hired some local muscle.”

“Ayrael is dangerous enough on her own,” Kaseya warned. “I am no match for her.”

I frowned. “I’ve seen you fight plenty of times. You could easily hold your own against any knight or ranger in this city. Your sister can’t possibly be that good.”

“On Nol Krovos, she was widely considered the most gifted amazon warrior born in a generation. That was why she was pledged to such an important and powerful moshalim. Many believed they would lead our people into a new golden age.” Kaseya sighed. “But more importantly, Ayrael taught me almost everything I know. I will not be able to surprise her.”

“And if she’s joined the Senosi, she’s probably learned some of their tricks, too,” I murmured. “My magic will be useless against her.”

“Then there is no way we can defeat her.”

I smiled. “For once, you aren’t giving us enough credit. I might not be able to blast her to cinders, but I can still manipulate our bond to empower you. I can make you stronger and faster, and there’s that new spell armor technique we’ve been practicing.”

It took a few moments, but eventually Kaseya smiled back. “Perhaps you are right.”

“I’m not expecting this to be easy, and I know there’s a chance that Valuri isn’t even here,” I said. “But I have to try anyway. Who knows, maybe your gods are watching out for us. Maybe we’ll have a chance to solve all our problems at once.”

“Do you really believe that?” Kaseya asked.

“No,” I said with a wry smirk. “But I’ve been wrong before.”

***

I slept fitfully, mostly because I couldn’t convince my brain to shut the hell up. My thoughts were torn between concocting a battle strategy, worrying about Valuri’s health, and wondering what it would feel like to be beheaded by an amazon-turned-Senosi. I had always been something of a brooder, for better or worse, and I had a sneaking suspicion that my dark hair would turn gray before I hit thirty. Assuming I lived that long, anyway, which as a sorcerer and a fugitive seemed pretty damn unlikely.

I finally dozed off a few hours after midnight, and I awoke to the warmth of sunlight on my cheeks and the suction of Kaseya’s lips on my cock. My fingers ruffled through her mane of red hair as I swelled in her mouth. I was so tired that I was tempted to have her stop, but as it turned out, nothing got the blood pumping quite like morning fellatio. Besides, all I had to do was activate my ring for a moment to know how much she enjoyed this. She considered cock sucking a skill in need of endless training, no different than swordplay, and it would have taken a far better man than I to refuse the privilege of being her practice dummy.

I fired my load down her throat a few minutes later, and thanks to the ring, I got to enjoy the aftershocks of her climax as well. Kaseya dutifully cleaned up her mess, then crawled back up into my arms and laid next to me until I could finally muster the energy to move.

“Imagine if we had actually been paid for that bounty,” I commented as I stretched out and retrieved my tunic. “We could have rented the master suite for a long time.”

“The private bath was impressive, but I still prefer sleeping beneath the stars,” Kaseya said. “The streams outside the city are quite beautiful.”

“That they are,” I murmured, wondering grimly if I would ever see them again. I harbored no illusions about the ease of the task facing us tonight.

A few hours later, we arrived in the docks and began scouting out Gallowstone Pier. I didn’t see any obvious signs of Senosi activity, and as far as I could tell, the Highwind Guard patrolled the area quite regularly. The Black Mistress and her illegal smuggling ring notwithstanding, this city didn’t have anywhere near as many street gangs or petty crime guilds as Vorsalos.

“Back home, a private dock like this would have at least a dozen mercenaries lurking in the shadows just waiting for someone to try and steal a shipment,” I murmured from our perch atop a building on the eastern edge of the pier. We had a perfect view of the entire area from up here. “Independent traders need a bloody army just to protect their goods.”

“I do not understand how such a society can even function,” Kaseya commented.

“It doesn’t, not really. Though sooner or later, the Inquisitrix will probably crack down on the guilds as well. She found their infighting useful to distract her political opponents, but now that she tuzla escort doesn’t have any left…” I shook my head and pushed away the thought. “Anyway, it doesn’t look like anyone else here expects a crisis tonight. That probably means your sister hasn’t hired a bunch of local muscle to help her out.”

“As I said before, Ayrael is still an amazon warrior,” Kaseya reminded me. “She may have betrayed her vows, but she will not allow others to fight her battles for her.”

“Normally I would say we should use that against her. With enough coin, we could hire our own army of thugs and maybe surprise her.”

Kaseya turned and frowned at me. “There is no honor in subterfuge.”

I opened my mouth to retort but stopped myself. Every once in a while, I still forgot who I was dealing with. If we did end up forging some kind of alliance with the Black Mistress, Kaseya was going to have a difficult time adapting to the realities of a world where “honor” had about as much value as a rusted sword. But there was no point in getting ahead of myself and worrying about that now.

“We could simply ask the local authorities for help,” she suggested after a moment. “Surely all these knights would be interested in capturing a Senosi.”

“I bet they would, but involving them adds all sorts of complications,” I said. “The Silver Fist wouldn’t just let us walk away with Valuri. There would be questions, interrogations, possibly long imprisonment…” I shook my head. “We need to do this on our own.”

Kaseya nodded. “Then we will succeed. I will bring my sister to justice, and you will rescue your friend.”

I smiled and placed my hand on her shoulder. As naïve and confident as she was, I knew she was nervous. The prospect of fighting Ayrael had legitimately shaken her. It had shaken me, too, of course, mostly because I would be as helpless as an infant against a Senosi. I would have preferred to single-handedly fend off a horde of orc warriors, given the choice.

“Night will fall soon,” I said. “Come on–let’s find ourselves a place to hide out.”

After a brief search, we located a secure vantage point atop an old building on the western end of the pier. The long shadows cloaked our position well, though it was difficult to see very far even with the aid of the moonlight and the magical lanterns scattered throughout the area. Thankfully, I didn’t have any trouble replicating the vision-enhancing spell I had used back at the bandit fort, and echoing the effect in Kaseya worked just as well.

A single rowboat sloshed in toward the pier about an hour before midnight, and thanks to my spell, we had no trouble making out the lone passenger. Other than her blond hair, Ayrael could have easily been mistaken for Kaseya’s mirror image. She was still wearing her leather amazon armor, too, which I found a little surprising for someone who was ostensibly an enemy agent attempting to blend in.

Kaseya is right–her sister probably does still consider herself an amazon, and she’s expecting an honorable fight or a duel. Gods, there has to be some way to exploit that…

I took a deep breath and watched as Ayrael tied the rowboat to the pier, wishing that I’d had enough gold to hire some mercenaries. Charming them wasn’t an option. I had never considered myself a particularly ethical person, but warping the minds of other men and getting them killed on my behalf was apparently a line even I wasn’t willing to cross.

You’re just worried the gods will judge you and take away Kaseya. You’d rather charge head-first into danger than give up your morning blowjob, admit it.

I scowled at the thought. Not because it was wrong, but because it hit a little too close to home…

“There, in the back,” Kaseya said, pointing. “Is that your friend?”

I squinted toward the boat and swallowed nervously when Ayrael dragged a bound and gagged passenger out of the small boat. I hadn’t even seen her before; she must have been squished down pretty low in the dinghy. The sack over her head made it impossible to definitively identify her, but based on her slender frame, it could have easily been Valuri.

“I can’t tell from here,” I said. “But it’s either her or another woman almost the same size.”

“I do not believe my sister would deceive us in such a way,” Kaseya said.

“Ayrael murdered her Maskari and tried to kill you and Hestiah.”

Kaseya didn’t reply. I could see the emotional battle raging behind her eyes. I had a feeling I’d only scratched the surface about how much Ayrael had meant to her…and how much her sister’s betrayal had wounded her. Unfortunately, we didn’t have time to work it out.

“Are you sure you can go through with this?” I asked.

“Never doubt an amazon’s resolve,” she said, staring straight at me. “I will do whatever is necessary to rescue your friend.”

I nodded solemnly. “Just remember, once I have Valuri, you pendik escort can retreat. Ayrael won’t be able to pursue you through the city, not with all the knights and guardsmen in the district.”

“An amazon does not retreat,” Kaseya said. “I will bring my sister to justice or die trying.”

I placed my hand on her forearm. “What’s more important, your warrior’s honor or your pledge to me?”

Her cheek twitched. “I will not disobey you, Maskari, but without my honor, I am useless to you.”

“You’re even more useless to me dead,” I said flatly. “With my help, I bet you can defeat her. But if not…” I shrugged. “Your sense of honor isn’t worth dying for.”

“You say that because you do not understand it.”

“I say it because honor is a luxury I’ve never been able to afford.”

I sighed and glanced back toward the docks. Ayrael had tied Valuri to a stump at the edge of the pier, and the amazon-turned-Senosi seemed content to wait patiently until we arrived. As loyal and committed as Kaseya was, I had no doubt that she would listen to me if I ordered her to retreat. I was less certain about whether or not she would forgive me for it later.

“Come on,” I said. “Let’s get this over with.”

We slid down from our perch and looped through the shadows of the docks until we approached the long, narrow strip leading out to the correct pier. There were a handful of sailors and whores lurking about, but otherwise, the whole area was empty. Having watched it all day, I was reasonably confident that Ayrael hadn’t arranged anything with the guards–she had chosen this particular pier because it was in the middle of nowhere.

Just before we moved into view, I closed my eyes and stretched out through the Aether. Bolstering Kaseya was practically second nature at this point, though I held back on the spell armor for the moment. Nothing would draw attention to us quite like glowing mantles of magical energy.

Ayrael’s eyes locked onto us several seconds before we emerged from the shadows, side by side. The closer we approached, the more I was able to appreciate the subtle differences in her facial structure compared to Kaseya. Still, there was no question that the two women were related.

“I see the rumors are true, then,” Ayrael said. “You really did enslave yourself…and to a foreigner, at that.”

She casually leaned against one of the wooden pilings, but despite her calm demeanor, I could tell she was coiled and ready to strike. Whatever else she might have been–whatever else she might have become–this woman was still unmistakably a warrior.

“I have pledged myself to a worthy Maskari, just as all amazons should,” Kaseya said, coming to a halt a safe distance away. Her hand was gripping the handle of her sheathed sword so tightly her knuckles had gone white.

Ayrael snorted softly. “I am sure he is pleased. Slavers often are.”

There was no doubt in my mind that Kaseya would have lunged forward and attacked that second if I weren’t standing next to her. I did my best to remain calm and send soothing thoughts through our link.

“You said you wanted to make a trade,” I put in, creeping forward another step. I kept half my mind focused on the Aether so that I could summon my spell armor at a moment’s notice. “What is your offer?”

Ayrael stared hard at her sister for several more seconds before she finally glanced over to me. “The Inquisitrix has been interested in you for some time, Jorem Farr. You must be powerful–I can see why my sister was so eager to debase herself for you.”

I forced a smile. Taunting one’s opponent was hardly a novel strategy, but it endured for a good reason. She really believed she could bait us into making a mistake.

“I bet you barely know anything about her,” Ayrael went on. “Did she tell you that she already confronted me in Vorsalos? Did she tell you that she failed, and that’s why she fled here to Highwind with her tail tucked between her legs?”

“I know what happened,” I said. “I also know that you betrayed your vows and murdered your own Maskari.”

Ayrael scoffed and glanced back to Kaseya. “Is that what you told him, sister? Unbelievable.”

“It’s the truth,” Kaseya said.

“No,” Ayrael spat. Her entire body seemed to stiffen, and her voice became dark. “The truth is that the Matriarch and the moshalim have been lying to us for centuries. The truth is that we are slaves, not warriors! They train us to fight, and then the instant we come of age, they order us onto our knees!”

Kaseya clenched her teeth. “We serve and protect the moshalim so that all of Nol Krovos will prosper.”

“We serve and protect charlatans,” Ayrael said. “We serve and protect corrupted monsters!”

“Magic is the blood of the gods,” Kaseya insisted. “It is their gift–“

“It is their curse,” Ayrael hissed. “It is their taint. The Inquisitrix showed me the truth I suspected all along, sister. She has pierced the veil of lies draped over our eyes by the Matriarch. The moshalim are not to be served–they are to be destroyed, by any means necessary.”

“Let’s all just pause and take a deep breath, shall we?” I said, raising my hands defensively and wondering why in the hell I had ever thought this was a good idea. “We’re just here for Valuri.”

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I tried to stop her, I really did but I was no match for her aggressively cute personality. Literally nothing could deter her peppy attitude. She had decided she was going home with me and brushed off any protests to the contrary with a smile.

“That was just so magical! I’d always wanted to fuck someone in the middle of a shift and then you just showed up with that incredible touch of yours and suddenly we were just banging away!”

I scratched the back of my head sheepishly. “Uh yea, it’s kinda a blur to me now.”

She giggled and grabbed my arm, wrapping herself around it so her big, heavy tits squished up against it.

Flirtatious was an understatement.

Brushing that aside for the moment, I was trying to think of how I could explain to her that I was expecting company tonight but no solutions came to mind. I wasn’t much of an assertive person, that much was for certain.

“So were you like a virgin or something?” Aanya asked rather nonchalantly, still clinging to me.

I blushed. Was it that obvious? “Technically… no but I guess I’m still pretty new to this.”

Her face suddenly blossomed with a surprised joy. “Oh yay! Nothing beats showing an inexperienced guy the ropes.” She bounced up and down on the sidewalk as we continued walking and I couldn’t help but notice the way her tits jiggled. Fuck, I was such a boobs guy.

“Heh, yea… hopefully I wasn’t too bad.”

Aanya’s face suddenly turned towards an extraordinarily concerned expression, so fast was the change that I was afraid I was gonna get whiplash. “No, not at all! It was by far and away the best sex I’ve ever had. Like I can’t even describe how intense the orgasms felt. Nothing has ever come close!”

“At least I have that going for me…” I mumbled.

“So have you ever tasted curry on Indian titties?” She asked, with a deviously wicked smile.

The question was such a quick twist again that for sure this time I was gonna get whiplash. Luckily I didn’t stumble as we continued down the sidewalk but I sure felt like I was gonna lose my balance, being asked such intimately kinky questions by an essential stranger.

A quick and embarrassed ‘no’ was all I could manage.

“Well, let me tell you, it sure is something special. We just have the right bodies for it, you know. Adds some spice, ya know?”

I could only imagine her large, perfectly unblemished breasts smeared with spicy curry. A surprisingly delectable image.

She continued. “I’m down for all sorts of kinks. You want me to smear food on myself or tie me up or fuck my ass or do it in a public place or even piss-“

“Woah woah woah, slow down,” I interrupted, struggling to wrap my head around what she was saying. “This is all… this is all too much.”

“Aww, are you a vanilla boy? Does kinky stuff embarrass you?” Her voice was filled with a teasing tone and she leaned in close to my ear to really drive it home.

“No, I can keep up,” I retorted rather weakly, unable to even convince myself. She laughed at that.

“Don’t worry, cutie. I can start slow. Just don’t be surprised when you’re eventually fucking me bound and gagged. I mean, I love sex. I mean love love. Like really, really love it. Especially dirty, kinky sex. If I could just get fucked all day, that would be the dream. Some sexy dude that would stuff my pussy with a hard cock.” She sighed longingly. “Yeah, that would be the dream.”

Another bout of redness descended upon my cheeks and she giggled even harder.

Thankfully, at this point we had reached the apartment building and she was distracted by it enough to leave me alone.

We climbed up the steps and made it to the front door. I fumbled for my keys as she continued blabbering and opened the door. That was when we both found out that someone else was in the apartment, that person being Valeria.

I stood there, mouth agape, looking at her sitting rather prim and proper on the couch, full suit with dress pants and everything. She, in turn, looked rather shocked to see Aanya. A quick glance at Aanya told me that she was probably already thinking of kinky things to do with Valeria.

“Oh,” Valeria started. “I hadn’t realized you were bringing company.” Her voice contained an air of rejection but if she wanted to stay sad, there was no way she could with Aanya’s assault, that sexy Indian bombshell.

“Hi, I’m Aanya! It’s a pleasure to meet you. Wow, you’re gorgeous.”

Oh, yes, hello, thank you. My name is Valeria.” She fumbled for her words, clearly taken aback by Aanya’s reversal of a situation that felt more like a discovery of an affair than anything else.

“I love your suit. Where did you get it done?” Aanya plopped down on the couch beside her, oblivious to me still standing by the door, too shocked to move.

I hadn’t even realized Valeria had already helped herself to a key. I normally would have been upset at such a blatant forwardness but it was pretty hot that such a gorgeous babe thought she could come over anytime to fuck. Of course, I had no idea how bayburt escort this little dilemma was going to blow over so I could only hope for the best.

“Um, it’s from Saks Fifth Avenue. Listen…” She brushed Aanya off verbally, switching tracks. “I didn’t realize you were going to be having company, Jason, so perhaps I should just get going. I don’t want to disturb anything.” She stood up as she was talking and ran her palms against her legs, flattening out the creases.

A terrible feeling of guilt swept over me and instead of intervening or attempting to even talk it out, I made room for her to leave through the doorway.

“Have you felt his touch? It’s like magic. You must have.” Aanya hopped to her feet, effectively intercepting Valeria. “Fucking him feels amazing, like the best feeling in the whole wide world.”

Then she did something that shocked the both of us.

She leaned in and gave Valeria one long smooch. This was beyond hot.

A Spanish supermodel and an Indian goddess making out right in front of me? Crazy. Aanya was clearly into it, one hand holding onto Valeria’s soft, tan face, the other grabbing her shoulder. Straight brown hair mingled with curly black hair as Aanya held the kiss. Valeria’s eyes were wide as mine but she didn’t break away until Aanya freed her.

“You taste like peaches,” Aanya said with an oblivious smile.

“Oh-oh my god, I’m so sorry. I-I don’t do that with girls.” Valeria recoiled back slightly, a hand suddenly covering her mouth in shock.

I stepped forward, not knowing what to do and feeling far too embarrassed to make any concrete move.

“It’s ok. I promise I won’t tell anyone!” Her cheery, peppy voice never faltered.

“No, I-I mean I only do that stuff with men…” She was struggling to look at Aanya. Her eyes danced across the floor and her face was as flush as mine.

“Really? Someone as beautiful as you has never been with a girl before?” As she spoke, which still retained an air of innocence, she wrapped her arms Valeria’s waist and their heavy tits squished against each other.

Valeria froze, clearly taken aback by this wanton succubus’s advances.

A weak ‘no’ was all she was able to get out.

“No woman’s ever munched on your carpet? Sucked your titties? I mean, your girls are well-fed. Some girl must have at some point!” Aanya’s hands released their hold from behind Valeria’s waist only to latch onto her tits, weighing them like her hands were scales. Valeria’s suit was built so that it gave ample room for her large tits, outlining them perfectly enough that Aanya was able to weigh them as she was.

Valeria, for her part, took a small step back and Aanya’s hands fell away, Valeria looking positively shaken. I didn’t know what was going on but something was certainly stirring in my loins. I shut the door behind us and moved to get a better view.

Aanya’s face turned into a small pout, that cute bottom lip of hers jutting out in the most adorable puppy face ever. “What? You don’t like it?”

“Yes- I mean, no- I mean, yes,” she sputtered, flustered. “I’m just not attracted to-“

She was interrupted by Aanya suddenly leaning in for another kiss, this time a much sloppier one. Her hands returned to Valeria’s tits, groping them now with a vigor in big circles. Her tongue slipped into Valeria’s mouth, who still looked shocked but now… also turned on? She didn’t step away.

Aanya continued her assault, pushing her onto my empty wall, groping even more aggressively. Valeria’s hands were placed on the voluptuous Indian’s shoulders, weakly trying to push her away but the movements of her tongue, a searching yet simultaneously timid intrusion into Aanya’s wet mouth, gave away her conflicted desires.

Slurping and smacking sounds now suffused the room. Valeria still seemed unsure of herself but the rosy tint on her cheeks told me she was getting worked up more visibly.

Aanya didn’t relent. Instead, she, with a surprising show of lusty-infused strength, ripped open the dress shirt that was already looking like it would have popped anyway. Buttons flew across the room and Valeria’s bountiful tits sprung free, jiggling.

Aanya bent down and attacked them, mouth latching to nipple as she suckled like a ravenous babe. Valeria pulled her head back, closed her eyes, and let out a sexy moan.

I was rockhard.

Aanya mauled her tits, sucking and groping intensely, fingers digging into the soft pillows.

“Oh my God!” Valeria whispered. “Oh dear God almighty!”

One of Aanya’s hands left her ample chest to gesture me forward without even needing to look at me. I approached cautiously, nearing the two beauties, but Aanya suddenly grabbed my shirt and pulled me right next to Valeria. Without letting the Valeria’s nipple leave her mouth, Aanya shoved my head so that Valeria and I met lips. Valeria, with eyes closed, instantly latched onto my mouth and her tongue finding its way beyond my lips, almost involuntarily, bartın escort like an animal in heat.

I heard Aanya pop off her tit long enough to say to me “Work your magic, sweetie,” before returning to it with a slurp.

I stood awkwardly as Valeria French kissed me, hands caressing the back of my head with a serious hunger. My hands would have stayed by my sides if Aanya hadn’t grabbed one and pulled it to Valeria’s pussy, pulling her dress pants far enough that it could slip through. Aanya’s hand stayed on top of mine, guiding a finger into past her pussy lips and deep into her womanhood.

“Now start fingering this bitch-in-heat, sweetie.”

I did as commanded and the effect was instant. Valeria screamed into my mouth and pulled away for a second, a shock hitting her right in the cunt. Pussy juices gushed out and completely soaked the entirety of my hand. I wasn’t even sure such a thing was possible but I didn’t stop to think.

Valeria’s lips found mine again as she continued to cum, mewling like a sick kitty, shaking and shivering through the body-rocking orgasm. Her saliva filled my mouth as her wet and warm tongue danced around my own.

My cock strained in my pants as I continued to finger Valeria. A hand descended on it, rubbing gently. Small and dainty hands: Aanya.

I heard her pop off Valeria’s tit again. “Time to put this bad boy to use. What do you say, Jason.”

I could only groan in response, feeling overstimulated in the best way possible.

“She’s ready to get fucked by that dick of yours. Grab her and bend this bitch over.” She pulled my hand out of Valeria’s pussy and placed it on her hip, the other hand leaving my cock and setting my right hand to her hip.

I gently turned Valeria away from me, her tongue departing from my mouth longingly, and she immediately started rubbing her ass against me, bent over enough that I could fuck her in the pussy and see those magnificent globes jiggle.

Aanya unbuttoned Valeria’s pants as she panted with eyes still closed, moving like she was in trance, likely still recovering from her orgasm. Aanya roughly pulled down pants and panties alike, leaving me with that sexy, tanned ass that was dripping pussy juice.

Aanya, tireless in her work, unzipped my fly and popped my dick out, giving it one quick, spectacular suck before pulling me straight into Valeria’s waiting cunt. As I entered her, she let out a low moan and immediately started to ram her body into mine, sawing back and forth. It was so toasty, wetter than yesterday, a dripping hole just waiting for my dick. All mine.

“Yay!” Aanya cheered, clapping beside us.

I grabbed a firmer hold of Valeria’s hips and started to fuck her hard. It was delicious, this Spanish babe’s cunt engulfing my dick. Her fat ass jiggled with each clap of my thighs against them. My balls swung and slammed into her clit with every thrust.

The heat of her silky snatch was intense. She had been totally set ablaze by Aanya, I thought with a smirk. It was so hot. This is so hot.

I then noticed that Aanya was already naked, big tits bouncing as she moved over to us. She positioned her ass right in front of Valeria’s head. She used the corner of the wall to steady herself.

“Can you please lick my ass?” Aanya asked.

I slammed into Valeria and she was, accidentally I’d like to add, sent into a slight tumble, face landing right between Aanya’s ass cheeks.

“Lick my ass. Please lick my filthy asshole,” she cried out, her lust-filled voice displaying her desperation.

I couldn’t see if she was licking but I could certainly hear it and, if Aanya’s shouts of pleasure were any indication, then she was doing it well.

I plowed into her, in and out. It probably didn’t help her rim Aanya’s asshole but it did make her udders swing back and forth.

Valeria suddenly spoke up. “Fuck me, baby! Slap my ass!”

I remembered the exchange from last time and decided that I wasn’t going to upset her by disobeying. It still felt weird, a guy like me hitting a model like her, acting like I owned her or something, like she was a toy for me to stick my dick in and slap but I did as instructed.

I brought my hand down on her fat ass and savored the crack it made, all the while feeling terribly guilty. Valeria screamed into Aanya’s asshole. Valeria wiggled her ass again even as I continued to ram my cock into her cunt, signaling that she wanted another one.

I slapped her again and again. Each crack of the hand made her ass even redder. By the end of it, it was glowing. She came on the final slap, hilting me and holding me there.

She stood up, leaving me lodged in her juicy pussy as she came on my cock, shivering, and pulled me into a backwards kiss. Her tongue and lips tasted like sweet Indian asshole, with that little bit of spice Aanya had talked about earlier.

Valeria took one of my hands and made me grope her titty while we stood there, fingers sinking into soft titflesh. Then ığdır escort she started up again, ramming her ass into me, hard. Before I knew it, I was near the edge.

“I’m close,” I informed her through panting breaths.

“Don’t you even dare think of cumming anywhere else except my pussy,” she breathed in reply.

I pumped in and out, one hand holding a massive titty and the other grabbing onto her hip for dear life. Aanya was apparently down on the ground now, licking Valeria’s clit and my cock as it slid in and out.

Her hot pussy massaged my cock and the pressure built in my balls. Every thrust made it more intense. I groaned, savoring the feel of both my cock in her twat and her large boobs.

“Your dick is so good. I never want it to leave my cunt! Fuck me, I’m all yours, Jason!” Valeria yelled.

My balls erupted.

Pleasure slammed through me as I coated her inside with my seed. She moaned in unison with me.

“Every drop, baby. Don’t let even one go to waste.”

I fired more and more into her snatch, filling her right up. All that spunk, going straight into her pussy. I couldn’t believe it. She really was mine.

Her hot twat writhed around my dick and I felt Aanya’s tongue wander downwards, where balls met cunt. It was a euphoric feeling, an intensity which was unrivaled. Her pussy convulsed and convulsed as the jizz slowed down.

I breathed heavily as I gave my final spurt, giving her tit one last squeeze before pulling out and falling into the chair behind me.

Aanya immediately pounced on my cock, cleaning it up like she had before. Her gorgeous full lips sucked up all the cum around my shaft, roaming like a starved woman on the hunt.

Her tongue flitted across my balls, gathering the cum and pussy juices that had ended up there. Valeria followed suit and before I knew it, I had two beauties cleaning up my cock. They quickly fell into a rhythm, Valeria licking upwards on one side and Aanya licking downwards on the other.

It simultaneously allowed my sensitive cockhead to rest while also giving me a sweet look at two pairs of tits jiggling underneath the hungry mouths of these beautiful ladies. If fucking Valeria was meteroic rise of pleasure, this was the careful and gentle descent. My dick throbbed in delight underneath their careful and diligent attention.

Warm, wet saliva bathed my cock and I settled deeper into my chair with a contented sigh as they bobbed back and forth along my cock.

Aanya suddenly broke off and looked me in the eyes. “Will you fuck me in my ass?”

Shock settled over me. A girl was desperate enough for my dick that they were willing to let me fuck them in the ass.

“Pretty please?” She held her arms in front of her in such a way that it both accentuated her gratuitous tits and made her appear like a little girl begging for ice cream. I was about to reply, tongue slowly unfreezing from the shock, but we were interrupted by the phone ringing.

Valeria released my dick and I dashed over to grab the ringing contraption from its spot in the kitchen.

“Hello,” I answered after picking up.

“Hi, is this Jason?” The voice sounded familiar but I couldn’t place it.

“Uh, yes, speaking.”

“This is Tammy from Kostko. Unfortunately, I have been told to inform you that you have been let go. It came to the administration’s attention that you had engaged in activities that were not appropriate for the workplace. Please do not come in tomorrow. Thanks.” She ended the call as suddenly as it had come on and I was left in silence.

I looked at the phone in my hand, a shitty little plastic thing that I had actually bought from Kotsko. I was fired? Did that really just happen? I set the phone down, a tremble sneaking its way into my body.

Was it for Valeria sucking me off in the back? How did anyone see that? There were no cameras back there. I knew that room like the back of my hand, having spent the last three or four years in there, essentially, and it was a fact, an absolute fact, that there was no way people could spy on me there.

What had it been then?

My coworkers. Was it them? It had to have been. They had seen me walk in with Valeria and leave with her. They knew something funny had happened and used it as leverage to get rid of me.

I trudged back into the room. I had no source of income now, no way to support me renting this place or even buying food. I collapsed on the couch and the two girls flocked to me right away, each sitting on one side of me.

“What’s wrong?” Valeria asked concernedly.

“I got fired,” I mumbled.

Both their hands went to cover their mouths as they gave little gasps.

“What happened? Why did they fire you?” Valeria asked again.

“They didn’t say exactly but I think it’s because of what we did in the back.” I immediately cringed as soon as the words left my feeling because I knew they sounded like I was blaming her for what happened when I really wasn’t.

“Oh my god, Jason, I’m so sorry.” She grabbed a hold of my hand, big tits still freely bouncing around on top of her half torn dress shirt. “I-I didn’t think… I couldn’t… I should have thought of the repercussions. I’m so sorry. It’s just like whenever I touch you, I feel sparks and I become, like… obsessed with sex. It’s just so pleasurable and I don’t think about the consequences.”

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After being fucked by Midge in the field, it was a long drive back to the house. I fell deep into my thoughts.

There is something incredibly satisfying about having sex with a married man whose wife knows all about it — and approves! I am not silly. I knew that Midge was only using me for his pleasure and that the only feelings he had were about his lust. In a way, in a way, it wasn’t so different from casual sex in my own time.

There’s nothing at all wrong with casual sex. Normally that’s the kind I prefer. As an astronaut, someone who is away from base for long periods, its sometimes the best kind I can expect. Sometimes, however, its just not good enough and I get left feeling unsatisfied and horny.

In that time, the future, being treated like a sex slave was considered normal for a woman in my situation. So, its not the same. But I’d gotten comfortable with their attitudes towards sex.

What I’d gotten really comfortable with was how great the sex was! Even for a woman who was treated like an object or a sex slave.

I can’t say it enough. Sex is great in that future world. Midge is especially skilled – and well-equipped. Maybe I hadn’t enjoyed Grad so much. But all others, men and women, seemed to know exactly how to give me pleasure and they all saw it as their responsibility — even Midge, when he “forced” himself on me.

I know that Geet and Midge love each very much. I saw them together and I sometimes heard their shared passion at night. But that was different — love was lonely part of the equation for a happy life in that strange world.

With Pedder, I felt I’d shared something emotional. And I knew that Doctor Terri had made it work for her in that place. She had found herself a husband and any number of casual lovers.

Thinking about it, I started to wonder once more whether I could make it work for me. Would I ever be more than an outsider? I could apply to the committee. Doctor Terri had suggested that. But what if they refused?

I told myself to snap out of those thoughts. I was being foolish. I’d learned a lot from those strange people and, most of all, from Geet. Once I did get back home I knew I’d make some changes in my life. But I had a responsibility to Sarah to help get her home safely. She was depending on me. Others in the Mars program were depending on me. I was committed to going home.

The events of that evening made it easier for me to accept my decision. Pedder came to the house. He arrived at dinner time and there was only one reason for that. I as happy to see him, still horny after my time with Midge in the field. I was happy and ready for Pedder to use me.

Later, in my room, I opened my clothes to show Pedder my boobs. They did the trick every time. But I didn’t want a whipping that night after what Midge had done to me. So, I went to my knees in front of Pedder and grabbed for his penis. I was behaving like a slut but I felt good about that.

It wasn’t because Pedder wanted those things. I accepted the rules. I didn’t want to cause any shame for Geet. She had shown me that being a slut is a normal and natural thing for women in that time. Women are in charge in the future and the ones I met showed me they also have control when it comes to sex.

In fact, my guess was that it was Geet who had offered me to Pedder. But I really did have a soft spot for him. His penis is a good size, especially after Midge had left me sore. I did my best to be sexy for him and took my time slipping him into my mouth and stroking the shaft while going as deep as I dared.

I suppose we both knew it would be the last time I saw Pedder and the last time to have sex with him. I had felt a little sad about that and wanted it to feel like a special night. After all, I’d given myself to him more willingly than the other two guys in the house.

But things were different that night. It felt as though Pedder didn’t want to make a special effort with me. I had thought I felt a spark between us on our other times together but I must have been wrong. Maybe it was a silly idea. Pedder was after a screw. He was interested in me for that and nothing else. It was “proper”, after all. I couldn’t be mad at him. And whatever I felt, I knew the sex would be as good as ever since Pedder is a “proper” man in those times.

He played with my boobs and got me aroused and his fingers felt good as he used them on my pussy. He still put his mouth on me and made me climax and of course he was skilled and did an amazing job down there.

Since I was sore, I managed to convince him to use my bottom. It was a simple choice since he was going to penetrate me there anyway. Of course, I wanted to give him pleasure. But that’s was how easy it had become for me to be a whore in that future world.

Pedder still took the time to prepare me. I was rolled onto my tummy and he carefully licked my backdoor. I wasn’t so turned on that night but there was no escape for me.

When he was ready, I lifted up and presented my bottom to him. I let Pedder fuck me because he maltepe escort wanted to. It was not uncomfortable and it didn’t hurt me. The little plug had done the trick. Plus I’d been filled back there so many times by Pedder and by the women. I did feel a little more “dirty” and used because his attitude was so different that night.

Feeling him thrust into my bottom was pleasurable. He went slowly, thrusting for a long time and really enjoying himself. I can admit that the fucking was good. He made me so tight that I could feel every bit of him as he thrust in and out of me. It was a turn-on to know he was enjoying my body so much. Being on my hands and knees, offering my bum like a “proper” woman, it felt sexy to know that I’d gotten him so turned-on with my butt.

Eventually, Pedder couldn’t hold-off any longer and I heard him and I felt him as he shot his full load of stuff into my backside. I admit I was a little proud of what I’d done. It would be judged as so “wrong” by people in my own time. But I knew was that I’d done the “proper” thing and it felt good to have Pedder shoot his sticky cum deep inside my backside.

After he’d left, and I was feeling really sad about Pedder, I felt his stuff slipping out of my hole. I just cleaned it up without another thought.

In my own mind, I was content with my decision. Three days after that, Sarah and I would launch ourselves on our homeward trip. I reminded myself that, back in my own time, I would make things different from before.

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

The next day, I was still feeling sore and sorry for myself. I put on my best face for Sarah. Her excitement was obvious – we were only two days from launching on our way home. At the same time, I could see that she was trying to control her emotions. Maybe Sarah understood that I was sad to be leaving my new friends.

The capsule was almost ready and the flight computer had been programmed. We just needed some final checks and to make sure we had enough power for the trip. It was time to take it back to the field where I’d first crashed. The place where Midge had found me. It seemed so long ago by then.

Midge really cheered me up that day. He did something that was so obvious for a man in that world. But it shocked Sarah and it made me feel happy again.

We were in the field and the capsule was unloaded. Sarah and I made some checks and everything looked good. We had planned to return the next day and complete all the calibrations and programming. Launch was to be the day after that. I did a last walk-around to check for any further external damage. Sarah was sitting there, watching me, as Midge moved closer.

I saw the look on his face and I was in no doubt what he was thinking. I wanted the same thing.

I waited until Midge put his hands on my shoulders. Then I sank down in front of him. I heard Sarah gasp, a sound of horror. I didn’t mind that at all as I reached out and released Midge’s massive thing into the warm air.

“This is too much,” I heard Sarah gasp from the side.

“It’s a fabulous rocket, isn’t it?” I said, looking at Midge and smiling up at him.

It is the most impressive thing I’ve ever had in my hands. Or in my mouth! He is a giant of a man and his cock is exactly proportioned, looking powerful and potent just like the rest of him. I wrapped my hand around him as Sarah looked on in amazement.

“No. Please…” she murmured.

I don’t know if Sarah was thinking she was protecting me from the giant farmer or she was just disgusted by what she was witnessing.

For the first time in my life, I actually was excited by the idea of sucking a man while being watched. I wanted to teach Sarah a lesson. She’d disrespected my new friends and she’d looked on me with scorn. But I knew how that future world worked and I knew I could belong there if I’d chosen differently.

It was because of Sarah that I was leaving them. So, I wanted to make a point. I knew she was watching and I wanted her to get the full show. It was such a fabulous penis that I really wanted to show it off.

For only the second time, I was on my knees in the open air while I stroked and licked a cock. As Midge got bigger and harder, I almost could not wrap my hand around the shaft. I didn’t think he could get any bigger. So, I let Midge force himself into my mouth. I had to really stretch my lips for him. Of course, I was thrilled at how he felt and happy for him to use my mouth. I held his balls in one hand as I used the other to stop Midge from doing damage to me. They felt so big and full.

For a little while, I took him from my mouth and I stroked and licked him some more. I even ran the tip of my tongue over the head of that wonderful thing. Then Midge wanted my mouth and he thrust inside me again.

There was maybe another ten minutes of me stroking and sucking him. I could feel Sarah’s eyes on me but I focused on Midge. It was quite a job to do since he is so big and it took a lot of effort with my manavgat escort mouth and my hands to keep him pleased. But he’d done this to me many times and I knew how to read him. I knew that Midge was ready to shoot his cum.

He placed his huge hands on my head, eager to control me in his climax. I was no longer afraid as I knew he’d learned this with Geet. He was so hard in my mouth and thrusting deeper and faster. I knew that Sarah was watching, frightened and appalled. I tried to stroke his balls, wanting him to finish and wanting to make him explode with all his manly power.

With a loud groan, Midge finally reached his climax and his throbbing, pulsating organ pumped great mouthfuls of his seed into my mouth. I was well and truly hooked on the sexual mores of that future world. I heard myself groan with delight as that warm, salty stuff flooded out. I could never manage to take all of Midge’s cum — he was too potent for that. This time was no different and I did my best to swallow what I could without choking, knowing that the rest of his semen was leaking and dripping down onto the front of my farm clothes.

After the longest cumming I could remember, it seemed Midge was finally finished with me. He released my head and slowly let his penis fall from my mouth. We looked at one another and I know we both smiled. I was a sex slave and an object that he could use how he wished. But we’d established an understanding. I had been taught how to be “proper”. I could see the validation in Midge’s smile and I felt even better knowing I had done a great job for my last time.

As we climbed back into the vehicle, Sarah regained her voice.

“That was the worst thing I’ve ever seen,” she said with a voice that dripped with anger.

I could only shrug my shoulders in response. I didn’t care about her feelings or what she thought. I’d behaved in a “proper” way and that was what counted for me.

Sarah pressed on. “I can’t believe you did that. It almost looked like you were enjoying it.”

She was completely aghast at what Midge had done with me. What was worse, at least in her eyes, was the idea that I’d been a willing participant. Sarah still thought of me as a traitor. But I had the ace card.

“He could have chosen you,” I said simply. Then, with a grin, “I thought it was better that it was me.”

That thought hit Captain Adamson right between her eyes. What could she say in reply?

“I told you he has a massive rocket,” I said with a sly grin.

Not another word was shared between us that day. But I noticed the way Sarah kept glancing at the globs of semen that had fallen from my mouth and onto my clothes.

Geet noticed them, too, when I went inside for dinner. She gave me her usual wicked grin of approval.

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

The next morning, not much work was done around the farm. After lunch, Midge and the older girl, Mara, drove Sarah back to our launch site. She needed to perform a final check on the program in the flight computer. It was good to have Mara go with them. Sarah was still frightened by Midge but I’d assured her she was safe with Mara delivering her meals and taking her into the house for showers.

We watched them set off. The car was still in sight when Soos slipped her hand into mine.

“I want sex, Captain,” she said, quite unashamed. I knew Geet and Soos had their own plans for the afternoon.

Geet had let me think that she’d kept her lesbian side a secret from her husband. I wasn’t so sure. I figured the incestuous sex between Geet and Soos was guarded closely. But even a man like Midge would surely wonder, or would suspect, what Geet got up to with other women. Even more when she seemed to arrange to spend so much time with me. And she wanted to spend time with me that afternoon. I was overjoyed — a chance to say a proper goodbye to my new best friend.

The daughter gave me a huge smile. I was ready for her, too. Soos led me inside and straight to her parents’ bedroom. Midge and Sarah would be gone for several hours and that big bed was where we would spend our time.

Soos was naked even before Geet could join us. I ran my eyes over her young, pert body. She had her mother’s sex drive but didn’t share the same physical attributes. I thought she looked beautiful and sexy all the same with her firm, perky boobs and her slender legs. I watched Geet slowly remove her working clothes and give me a good look at her fuller, sensuous body.

I remember Soos being hungry, urgent. She had a look in her eyes that told me she was feeling insatiable. She began undressing me and grabbed me for a deep kiss as I tried to keep my eyes on her mother. I was no longer bothered about the debauched, incestuous sex they shared.

The leather strap was on the bedside table and I glanced at Geet. I would have done anything for her at that point and I wanted her to know I was ready to be whipped. But Geet just gave me a grin and a little shake of her head. With our şişli escort little threesome there was no need for any whippings. We were going to have an amazing last time together.

“I want it, Captain,” Soos said as she pulled me towards the bed. I was in no doubt.

“Sex with me, Captain,” she said with a note of urgency,

There was no reason to hold back. She was so young but so experienced and horny despite her age. I moved on top of the slender, lithe body and placed my mouth over one of her perky little boobs. Her nipple was hard and pointy and I could feel her trembling with desire. So I slowly sucked her boobs and licked her nipples as she moaned and groaned underneath me.

I’d never been very bi-sexual but little Soos was just what I needed to be converted. I felt good with the way her young body responded and she arched her back to get still closer to me. I moved back and forth on her boobs and she was moaning and grabbing at me, trying to squeeze my breasts as I pleasured her.

This time, my last, I wanted something for myself. So, I climbed up on top of her. I guess I was feeling a little hungry as well and I figured, for once, it would be my vagina grinding onto her face. Soos was grinning as I got into the dominant position and lowered myself to her mouth. I knew I was wet but I was no longer self-conscious about that. It felt so incredibly good to feel her lips on my vagina and her tongue was soon thrusting into my opening.

When I felt Geet get down behind me, with her mouth on Soos’ wet, young pussy, it was the signal for compete debauchery and total sexual pleasure. I came even harder, smearing my wetness all over Soos.

I actually admired Geet and Soos for their incestuous relationship but that didn’t matter right then. We three females were going to have the wildest, most abandoned sex of our lives. I was incredibly excited, riding on Soos’s face, grinding on her the way she had done to me, hearing and feeling her orgasms as her own mother gave the best licking of her daughter’s hungry sex.

It wasn’t long before we changed places. The three of us were all so horny and hungry. This time it was Geet who took the dominant position, crouched on top of me and her soaking vagina on my face. I saw the way her labia flared and I had a great sight of her large, firm breasts as she lowered herself. I determined to give her the best tongue work I could manage. It wasn’t easy though, as her daughter was soon driving several fingers into my own spasming pussy.

But Soos was only just getting started.

“More now,” she said urgently and lay on her back, legs wide.

I went down and put my mouth over the younger woman’s sex. She was cumming almost instantly. I saw Soos arch her back and a grimace come over her face. It was so sweet to see Geet cradling her daughter as she exploded in ecstasy. Incest or not, it was an incredible thing to experience.

For that whole afternoon, we didn’t care about anything except our little threesome inside that bedroom. Soos wanted to put her mouth on my pussy again and, of course, I spread my legs for her. Geet kissed me and sucked on my tits as her own daughter gave me a tremendous licking and made me cum hard all over again.

For a time, I lay in between the other two as they cuddled and fondled me. I felt so special in between those beautiful women as they touched and licked me all over and had me cumming in an endless stream.

But it wasn’t long before Soos wanted to be the centre of attention once more. Neither her mother or I could deny her that. I fingered her a little and made her explode on my fingers and then I watched as Geet dived between her daughter’s slender, pale thighs to lap at her sex and thrust her tongue into that hot place. Soos was crying out her orgasms so loudly I was grateful we were on an isolated farm.

“Its best, mother,” she cried. “Its best.”

I wondered whether she was saying she preferred oral or that Geet was the best exponent of that skill. It hardly mattered. I did my bit to assist, suckling and biting those young boobs as Soos screamed out her climax.

When they swapped positions, Soos ready to make her mother cum in her mouth. I decided to help out. It was a squeeze but I got my hand underneath Soos’s chin and eased a finger into Geet’s backside. She was hot and smooth and I felt her muscles spasm at the intrusion.

“Yes, Captain,” Geet gasped. “yes, fuck in my backside.”

So I slipped a second finger into the bottom of the slutty mother and stroked gently as Soos continued working on her pussy.

“Aaargh,” she screamed out. “Both of them… both of them …not stop, fuck me…”

Finally, we took a little rest. All of us knew that afternoon was our last time together. So we cuddled and kissed and very little was said between us. Then Soos fetched two large vibrators and I knew that was the signal for the fun to begin again.

Soos went down on me and fingered my bottom this time. It was quite an experience because I could see clearly her mother using one of the vibrators to penetrate and to fuck the vagina of her own daughter. But Soos had learned her lessons well and was fantastic at pleasuring me. The twin sensations, on my pussy and in my butt, were like something out of this world. I gave a quick thanks to a society that values great sex just before I erupted with another amazing orgasm.

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Abstract: Science Engineer Jessica Sloan finds herself alone with one of the planet’s tentacle creatures.

NOTE FROM YOUR MENTAL TRAINING COMPUTER

Hello. We are so glad that you have been placed in this experimental sexbot suit and do not fret. Your training has already begun. You may not remember the past month but you have been proving to be an excellent candidate. The research staff very much appreciates the use of your body during these advances in science.

What you are about to see is a captured memory from a previous candidate, who happened to “encounter” alien life and as such has create a most interesting entry into our reference material that we will now play directly into your mind, and hopefully, it will set itself in place as an authentic memory of your very own. This is being done to verify that implanted humiliation and hopelessness can in fact be just as effective at achieving such effects in reality during training.

Enjoy as you sit there immobilized in your sexbot suit.

YOUR NEW MEMORY

“Why does my visor have a tentacle stuck to it?” asked Science Engineer Jessica Sloan trying to regain her senses after a long fall and slide into an alien moon cave.

“Sloan,” said a voice over the radio comm. “We’re a hundred feet overhead. Can you see us? I’m sending a crew back to base to get some rescue gear.”

“Um, I guess I’m OK. What happened?”

“You found a weak point in the surface and fell into a sink hole or cave. Somehow your suit’s sensors didn’t pick it up.”

Another voice kicked in. “Her suit’s integrity is fine, but luckily if she is in fact fine physically, she’s is in an air pocket. The oxygen is good and she’s immune to the antigens on this moon. I’m checking and yes. She has had all her shots. She’ll be ok while the equipment is retrieved.”

“Um, um,” said Sloan still gathering herself, “Guys. I’m being surrounded by moving tentacles. Lots of them. They’re squeezing me a bit here.”

A third voice kicked in. “It’s going to be an hour to get equipment in.”

“Shit,” said the first voice. It was her commander. He had a deep reassuring voice that Jessica liked to hear. “Look Jessica,” and with that usage of her first name she knew she was in trouble. “The alien life here won’t hurt you.”

“Oh thank god. I was worried. I mean these slimy tentacles are grabbing my arms and legs. I see the suction cups going over my visor. I’m not feeling so good about this right now. Wait. Holy shit! I think they’re opening my suit!”

“Ok Jessica. You need to listen to me.” His voice became more intense. “You’re going to be taken. We’re going lose radio contact, but you have had training and have a particular set of diplomatic skills that you have developed over your carrier. You will have to use them. Remember, it’s probably just one alien and it is just playfully greeting you in its own way. Unfortunately, it will probably penetrate your body. You have only one tentacle like thing on your body to interface with it, your tongue. It will find your tongue and when it does, try to stroke the suction cups. The reports say it will make it happy and I hate to say, sexually satisfied, and it will leave you alo…”

Something cracked behind her. The radio died. Her suit had been opened probably at bilecik escort the waist, which had a complex series of locking flaps. The hardback air tank had been separated as well. All this required some deliberate intelligence.

“Shit! Shit!” yelled Jessica feeling something slimy and gooey rub between her legs and down the inside of her right pressure boot. She strained to see down the helmet’s neck. It was a circular metal ring seal, but not big enough to really see anything. Her eyes strained, but her face could only push forward so much when inside the spherical helmet.

“Oh god. Oh god no!” she gasped. She tried to focus and look through the menu system on her visor. Why was the radio off? “Status! Status!” Was she really going to be left alone? And then she went back to the “Oh god no!”

A tentacle had rubbed against her clit and probably sensed the region as more interesting than the skin of her legs. Another tentacle was sliding its wet way between her butt cheeks. And yet another tentacle was wrapping her belly and spiraling around her as it slowly explored further up her torso. It would be slipping past her boobs soon. And it did just that, slipping under her bra and rubbing her nipples sensing the differing textures.

“Shit.” She just remembered what the commander had said. She’d have to tongue a tentacle to communicate with it. She had heard of tactile communication with these simpleton creatures of the dark caves. One scientific paper equated the contact to the sexual act of cullingulus.

“No! Commander! Hurry! Shit!”

She felt pressure and wet slime push up between her boobs. It was sensing her carbon dioxide exhalant and its movement signaled an eager excitement. Inside her helmet between her eyes and the glowing text of her visor computer screen, a narrow slender slow moving tentacle stretched upwards. A clear viscous glutinous gel oozed from its smooth translucent surface. A drip fell. As the tip raised further into her helmet going above the brow of her eyes out of view, the wider portion following behind turned slowly revealing several lines of coin sized suction cups.

She remembered the scientific research. It showed that stroking the rim of a suction cup and then fluttering inside the center made these creatures enter a state of euphoria. It relaxed them and they would retract any advances and essentially take a nap.

“No!” was all Jessica could think. Basically tongue fucking a tentacle made the alien life form lay back in an after glow and smoke a cigarette. Why her?

The narrow tip slapped around her face. It touched her nose. It went to the side and touched into her ear, but gave that up. It came back. What was confusing it was that Jessica was holding her breath.

She sniffed to get air.

The tentacle froze and surged to her left nostril. She felt it go deep inside. She coughed and gagged from the resulting drowning sensation and when it touched her throat, she garbled a scream. The wider section of the tentacle now folded more of itself into her helmet covering her eyes and face in slime. Something touched her tongue and felt her retracting muscle movements. The narrow tentacle tip then instantly withdrew from her nose.

She opened manisa escort her eyes. The tentacle had retracted. Her helmet was empty. Was that it? Was she done? Had she tongue fucked an alien? She still felt squeezed and surrounding pressure and wet movement between her legs. Something pushed into her rear. “Oh!” Something pushed into her vagina. “No!”

Her head darted about the helmet looking down as if she could see or do something. Her arms were pinned with branches of moving appendages holding her down to the left and right of her peripheral vision. Her legs were pulled wide and held firmly too. It was eerily quiet though and then the narrow pointy tentacle appeared before her eyes again and did an ever so slow turn. She couldn’t hold her breath anymore she was gasping in air as she watched the point of the cone bow before her face, lower to her lips and stroke her soft plush flesh leaving a creamy mucus goo behind.

She gritted her jaw as her chest heaved sucking in and pushing out air though her teeth.

Her eyes crossed when she felt the long finger press across her white smooth enamel. Ewww! It wanted in. It wanted to communicate. Something grabbed her chin and pulled down firmly. Her mouth was opening. Should she just cooperate? Should she extend her tongue as an act of kindness?

“Mmm!” she screamed as she felt the tentacle ruthlessly, forcefully enter her mouth and push down to her throat. Her head pounded against the inside walls of her helmet. She could still breath but her panic was hard to control. The tentacles inside her body between her legs began to thrust in and out in varying patterns. She felt deliberate contact with her clitoris.

The science papers had mentioned that blood circulation increases in skin regions was a catalyst for more contact.

No. Please stop. The physical actions were turning her body on. The alien had some way of making her body go against her mind. She was being forced to climax. Was this malicious or just a friendly gesture? Scientist said they may never understand the alien mind and its motives. But the actions were clear. It was planning to fuck her brains out.

She extended her tongue and felt a suction cup that moved in and out as it passed through her mouth. She made side to side motions with her tongue. She wanted to get the creatures attention. It was hard. Distractions were everywhere. Her vaginal walls were throbbing like she never felt before. The tentacle in her rear was pushing almost pinching in sync with the one in her sex. Together they danced and found her g-spot.

“Mmmm!”

She got one single circular tongue stroke in against the hard edge of a round shape. The tentacle stopped thrusting and pressed down flat against her tongue. She continued to circle its edges. She felt a warm hug over her entire body as the thrusting between her legs slowed and made more loving caring thrusts as the alien fucked her more gently.

She flattened her tongue against the inside concave shape of the suction cup and slowly rocked it left to right. With that one move being repeated, she felt her whole body being lifted into the air and turned upside down and around. The entire structure of tentacles shivered and shook taking mersin escort her whole body with it. She continued rolling her tongue and then she remembered the reports. She fluttered. Again and again and again she fluttered her tongue. With little in and out insertions and withdrawals, she desperately tried to send the creature over the sexual edge of pleasure.

The creature froze still holding her body up off the cave floor. She felt a fast vibrating shiver from the tentacles.

“Ahhmmmm!” she screamed with a powerful gagged orgasm of her own. Her eyes closed. She felt her body being lowered and slowly churned through the slime. It turned her upside down. The awkward orientation made her feel faint along with her hard hitting climax.

She vibrated several times in sync with the alien as her body and space suit descended through the creamy mucus she could see smearing passed her visor. She stopped looking letting the feelings flood over her mind.

A moment later, she opened her eyes. She found herself left standing against a rock wall.

The creature was gone.

What made her angry with herself at that moment was that she actually worried if she did a good job. Her mind must have been exposed to something. She truly wanted to have pleased the creature, to have touched it tantalizingly enough, to have allowed it to engage her in the most degrading way possible — but, of course, only if that made it happy.

Where did these thoughts come from? They couldn’t be hers. Yet she wanted to do it all again. And then she realized she would probably have to write this in a report. Crap. Hopefully only medical staff would read something so humiliatingly personal. The thought popped in her mind again. She wanted more tentacle sex. It felt so good. A man, woman, or animal — none of that would do anymore — not that she had ever tried that last one. What would her commanders think of her? It would bring shame onto the research organization and the company if it went public that this event even happened and that she had somehow been mentally altered. She probably shouldn’t mention it.

Yes. Just deny it happened. Skip the fucking report about the fucking — oh fuck. Then again, god she so badly wanted to tell the world. Come to Moon Alpha Tango 54 for a good time. Be mentally enslaved by an alien. Bring your friends. She then knew her mental state had obviously been corrupted. She had to tell someone. She needed help.

Hopefully her commander would understand and help her through some sort of recovery.

A light from her fallen equipment made visible some movement down inside the cave tunnel. Was the commander finally coming? She couldn’t move. She was exhausted. She squinted her eyes. Her helmet visor was smudged in goo. It was all so blurry. She focused and saw red colored tentacles touching and interacting with blue ones. She hadn’t thought of it, but her alien molester did have a red tint. Was it talking to another of its kind?

She slid her back down the rocky wall of the cave into a slouching position. She wanted to run, but her body refused.

She saw blue tentacles approaching. They grabbed her pressure boots and wrapped around her ankles holding her legs down and then pulling them apart. One long tentacle slapped softly against her visor and then she felt more slimy movement. It was slipping into her suit at the waist where the opening had been made.

“No. I can’t do this again. Please. I just can’t. Oh god no.” She looked down the cave tunnel at the red tinted creature sitting there as if it were watching her.

Had it just recommend her to a friend?

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The personal slave chambers of Count Mevenmein were a place Eve usually tried to avoid. It was an open room on the second floor of the manor. Alcoves for her father’s preferred slaves lined two sides — each filled with cushions for the slaves to sleep on. Arched windows of stained glass lined the other two sides — depicting scenes of the three maidens and their three virtues: subservience, sensuality, and pain. By some strange magic or invention the windows didn’t seem to transfer heat, keeping the chambers warm and humid –almost sauna-like. Adding to the sauna feel was a heated bath. The bath dominated the center of the chamber, and a slave girl, her nude body glistening in the water, lounged in it. Flower petals floated on the water’s surface, and burning incense gave the whole room a heady, intoxicating smell. Combined with the heat and the damp, just walking in was enough to make Eve’s hips sway slightly and her skin start to sweat.

It was nicer — much nicer — than the quarters for the house slaves or the barns for the workers and pony girls. It was opulent compared to her own sparse accommodations. She always noticed the large down pillows that covered the slave’s alcoves, and felt a tinge of envy when she thought of her own thin straw mat on a stone floor. Her feelings were slightly stronger than envy when she looked at the beautiful stained-glass windows that glowed yellow and red when the light struck them, and compared them to her small, open portal that howled when the wind blew, and let in the winter’s chill.

All three of her father’s favorite slaves were there, and there was a sharp contrast between her and them. She now wore her ‘normal’ clothing: sandals and an off-white, thin tabard that tapered to a point just above her knees. It was thin enough to fit between her breasts, and her vagina and bottom could clearly be seen from the sides, but wearing something made her feel better than wearing nothing at all. She had also replaced the black bow tied around her neck, unsure of when it had come loose. Beyond that, she wore no jewelry or piercings.

Her father’s slaves were, in contrast, both more and less dressed. Their clothing was sheer — hiding nothing. The only true ‘clothing’ on them were the high heels they all wore — even the ones in the pool. The difference came in the jewelry. All of them were decorated with piercings, jewels, and thin chains that rested on breasts or hips or wrapped around their limbs. Everything was gold, silver, and sparkling gems. Eve couldn’t help but find it striking and alluring, even as another part of her thought about how difficult it would be to run with jewel crusted piercings hanging from her tits.

She recognized them all. The brunette sleeping in the alcove was Cock Kitten — a curvaceous, timid slave her father had favored for years. One of the three in the pool was a redhead named Eager Hump. Though Eve knew her better by her nickname: ‘Little Eve.’ A name the house slaves called her when their master wasn’t around. Her father had only had the girl for a little over a year, but there was a salacious rumor that he favored her because of her similar appearance to Eve. The slave girl was much shorter, had long hair, and was nowhere near as muscular as the pureborn. But, despite all that the similarity was undeniable. They shared the same striking red hair and bright green eyes, the same strong cheekbones. Even their noses had a similar slant. Of course, Eve didn’t believe the rumors that her father had chosen the girl because of the similarity. And even if she did, she had never been overly cruel to her. Sure, she had whipped her once or twice for minor offenses, and maybe she had volunteered the young slave to assist the men on a hunt or serve drinks in their chambers. But, there was no reason for her to keep nervously glancing at Eve out of the corner of her eye.

Finally, there was the blonde. Cum Puppy was her father’s favorite, and every woman in the manor knew it. She had golden hair that curled at the ends and hung seductively over bright blue eyes. Her breasts were firm and large with a slight upward slant, all over a thin waist and plump butt. More than her physical appearance though, every move she made seemed to tease sex. Her hips swayed as she walked, and she had a way of leaning close and staring up at people when they spoke to her. There were all sorts of rules that were beaten into slave girls — walking on tiptoes, bending their shoulders back to thrust out their chest, arching their back when they bent or crawled. Whenever Eve saw Cum Puppy, she knew the rules were there to get them to emulate what she did naturally.

“Oh,” Cum Puppy said, putting her fingers to her lips. “Eve, how good to see you. Though I am a bit surprised to see you walking. We all heard about what happened in the courtyard. How many men was that? Ten, twenty? It must have been so painful.”

Eve ignored her. Looking at Eager Hump, she said, “Cunt, my father prepared an attire for me. Where is it.”

“I — tuzla escort I don’t — ” she stammered.

“Eve,” Cum Puppy cried in a high pitched whine as she walked over to her. “Don’t be so cruel to poor Eager Hump. This cunt was put in charge of preparing you.” As she said ‘this cunt’ she ran her hands down her body, as if indicating what an honor it was to have ‘this cunt’ do anything for her. She smiled up at the pureborn, her tall, platform heels making her head level with Eve’s tits. “Master actually asked me to add a bit to the attire. This cunt has a few idea.” She smiled wickedly. “Some more painful than others.” She paused, looking Eve up and down. “Kiss me,” she ordered. The customary way for slaves of equal standing to greet each other.

Eve slapped her. It wasn’t hard, but it was enough shock her. Before she recovered, Eve bent down, and grabbed a bundle of her gold hair. She considered pushing the slave’s lips down to her lower lips, making Cum Puppy kiss her there, the way a slave of lower standing was supposed to greet a slave of higher standing. That would be much worse than a simple slap though, and she decided it wasn’t worth it. Instead, she pulled the slave up and kissed her, forcing her tongue into the slave’s mouth as Eve tried to emulate the forceful, aggressive kiss men usually used on her.

Eve let her go, and Cum Puppy stepped back, rubbing her cheek. Eve wanted her to get mad, maybe even run to their master to tell on her. The odds were fifty/fifty that he would punish Eve versus being mad at Cum Puppy for wasting his time. Unfortunately, Cum Puppy gave a mock sigh and looked at Eve pityingly.

“Poor master. It must be so hard to find a buyer for a cunt that can’t even remember she has a hole between her legs. Especially when she looks more like a fleshy tree than something anyone would want to fuck.”

“You bitch,” Eve said, taking a step towards her.

But she was already moving away, surprisingly fast on her platform heels. Her large breasts bouncing side to side as she moved towards a side room, presumably to ready whatever torture instruments she had prepared for Eve.

“Stupid cunt,” Eve muttered as she turned. She almost tripped over the kneeling form of Cock Kitten. The brunette was on her knees head bowed.

“Good afternoon mistress,” the brunette said. She leaned forward and brushed Eve’s tunic aside with her nose, kissing her directly on her pussy. She thought, just for a moment, that the slave lingered there just a bit too long, but just as she noticed it the slave was down and bowing again.

“You can stand, Cock Kitten,” Eve said. “I’m not your master. I’ve told you before not to act so formal with me.”

“Yes Mistress,” she said as she moved to her feet. She said, “Cum Puppy, Eager Hump, and myself were ordered to present you for tonight. You are to be bestowed upon Master Moldred.”

“So I heard,” Eve groaned. “I take it Cum Puppy was ordered to pick out the attire though?”

“She will pick something pleasing to the master’s eye. She knows all of us will be punished if we fail.”

“I’m not worried about how it looks. I’m worried about whether I’ll be able to walk tomorrow after wearing what that bitch picks for me.”

They both smiled at the comment, though they also knew it might not be too far from reality.

“You know,” Cock Kitten whispered, leaning closer to Eve. “Cum Puppy’s actually a bit on edge. Master has been favoring Eager Hump for his bed lately. I think she’s jealous.”

“You’re not going to start on this ‘Little Eve’ rumor, right? Just the idea of it makes me skin crawl.”

They both glanced at the redhead. She was busy drying off, and deliberately not looking at Eve.

“No, no. It’s just, Cum Puppy’s been the favorite for so long. I don’t think she knows what to do when she’s just another cunt.”

“Good riddance,” Eve whispered. “Maybe father will finally take my advice and turn her into a toilet for the stable boys.”

They both giggled.

“By the way,” Eve said, still laughing slightly. “You were in the carriage with my father earlier today, right?”

The brunette averted her eyes at the question, though Eve didn’t know why. “Yes miss,” she answered.

“Who was that woman with him?”

“This cunt does not know,” she answered. Her eyes were back on the ground, and she was speaking in the careful, humble tones of a good slave.

Eve raised an eyebrow. “But you were there. Did they talk?”

Again, a nervous shuffle. “Thi — this cunt is sorry miss. Something about taking someone. One of the other slaves? I’m sorry miss. It was all over this cunt’s head.”

“Literally,” Eve joked, not sure what was behind the change in Cock Kitten’s demeanor.

But Cock Kitten looked up at Eve with what almost seemed like fear.

Eve clarified, “Because you were on your knees. Get it? It was a joke.”

“Oh, of course.” She smiled, but Eve could tell it was forced, and her mind was pendik escort elsewhere.

Before she could inquire further, Cum Puppy’s voice called out in a mocking tone “Mistress, this cunt has returned with your attire for the night.” She walked in carrying a lead for a crawling slave girl. On the girl’s back was a gold chest. Cum Puppy led the girl over to Eve, as Cock Kitten and Eager Hump walked over and knelt beside her. “Behold,” she said, throwing the chest open.

Eve looked inside, and groaned.

–

Moldred stifled a yawn. The potion had left him exhausted, but also Mevenmein’s feast was a bore. It was the standard affair. The count sat on a raised dais, overlooking the hall. Two slave girls crawled around him — a redhead on his cock while a blonde sat on one arm of his chair with her legs around him, alternating between feeding him and kissing his neck and ear. The man looked haunted, and did his best not to glance at the knights.

Moldred’s arrival had been disappointingly uneventful. The sun was starting to set when they finally entered the manor, and the Count was already waiting for them. Three knights in full armor on horseback were impressive, though slightly less impressive than a few hundred slave girls and men-at-arms all standing at attention behind you. Their criers had both called out their titles and the terms of the duel, and then Mevenmein had invited them in for a feast. No surprise announcement of a hidden champion. No begging for mercy. Just bland formality.

Mevenmein’s men occupied most of the hall, drinking and eating at long tables, they harassed the nude serving girls, sometimes taking them to the ground and fucking them to wild applause. In the center of the hall thirty or so slave women knelt on their knees with a round platform on their backs. The bottom of the stone platform was covered with spikes and small rivulets of blood dripped down from the girls. On the platform were two planks of wood in an X shape. Slaves were strapped to it, and whipped, beaten, or fucked by dominas with pointed steel strap-ons. Currently, one of the dominas was now on the x-shaped cross, and her bare breasts were being swatted with stinging nettles. She screamed and cried, to the delight of the men on the floor. As she struggled against the blows, the platform she was on shook, further tormenting the slaves that held it up.

Moldred stifled another yawn. This was nothing he hadn’t seen before. The food was fine. The women were fine. It was all fine, if a bit prosaic.

A slave girl knelt between his knees, keeping him hard but not much else. Gash knelt beside him, and he kept himself occupied by tormenting her. He would place a bit of food on her nose and make her hold it there. Or have her chew a bite, hold it in her mouth without swallowing, then have her deposit it into the mouth of a passing serving girl. After the second time she did this, she was shaking with hunger.

Gastogne and Aloric sat on opposite sides of him. Aloric seemed to be enjoying himself. A cute little slave girl was riding on his lap, bouncing on his dick as she balanced a plate on her breasts and fed him from it. Gastogne, on the other hand, kept yelling for more wine or beer. When the poor girl brought it over, he would slap and squeeze her tits or face for taking too long.

Moldred occupied his time by looking around the room, trying to guess who the Count’s champion would be. He was unimpressed with the options. The count was a serious looking man. A bit tubby though. He likely balanced his books and paid his tithes, but he was no warrior. Next to him sat a slightly more impressive looking man. Tall, powerfully built, but he had no slaves on him, and barely glanced at them as they passed. Moldred dismissed him. He looked a warrior, but there was no fire in his blood.

Also at the table with the Count were a few older, advisor looking types, whom Moldred ignored. At the far ends of the table were two younger men who Moldred guessed were the Count’s sons. One was Obese, with a large gut that hung over the top of the two slaves between his legs. He had a gaggle of slaves on him, and they all alternated pleasuring him and feeding him. Moldred considered leaning over to Aloric and making a joke comparing him to the man, but decided against it. Aloric would forgive him for comparing him to a woman, but he worried he might actually insult the knight if he compared him to such a pathetic specimen of a man.

At the other end of the table was a pencil thin, brooding youth. He had a single raven-haired slave who sat on his knee, and was, disgustingly, sharing his food. He could see them speaking with each other, and there was almost no sign of subservience in the woman. Moldred wanted to walk over and slap him. There was no greater sign of weakness in a man than not controlling his cunts. He considered asking Gash if there was a way to force the Count to make one of his sons fight the duel in maltepe escort his stead. But, as he looked down at her he was distracted by her pleading, hunger-filled eyes.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded. She did, sticking her tongue out. Moldred picked off a piece of the gristle from his steak, and held it so she could see it. He rubbed it on her tongue, the juices of the fat mixing with her saliva. Then, he hit the slave between his knees on her cheek. “Open up cunt,” he ordered. She obeyed, and he placed the gristle he had been rubbing on Gash’s tongue into the slave’s mouth.

“Thank you master,” she said, slowly chewing the morsel, savoring it.

Moldred tapped his thigh, a signal for her to continue sucking. She swallowed her food, looking slightly remorseful she didn’t get to savor it longer, then put her lips back around his cock. He looked back at Gash. Her tongue was still out, and he could see a hint of tears in her eyes. He picked up a piece of meat, and placed it on her nose, under her eyes. “Hold it,” he commanded, turning back to look over the hall.

The rest of the count’s men weren’t much better. A few struck Moldred as somewhat capable, there was a particularly large fellow with a face like an ogre that stood out, but ultimately none of them were knights. There were rules to be followed whenever a knight fought a non-knight in a duel. Knights’ couldn’t use the strength or durability granted by their crest. But, crests gave more than that, if you knew how to use them, and even with those limitations there was no one that made him worry. Moldred could tell a true warrior just by sight. The Count’s men looked more like well-paid bandits than soldiers.

As the servants took away the third course Count Mevenmein stood up. The slave that had been lapping at his cock knelt under him, and he stepped up onto her back to elevate himself. The hall quieted as he began to speak. The women all fell to their knees, pressing their foreheads to the ground.

“Subjects and honored guests,” he said, raising a glass. “A toast to our King and Lord, the First True Man, Alwynn!”

They all drank. A few of the men cheered. He heard a few muffled cries of pain as every slave hurt themselves in some way, as they were required to do when the king’s name was uttered. At his feet, he saw Gash dig her nails into her thigh so deep they drew blood.

The count finished his drink, and picked up another. “And another toast, to our guest. Though tomorrow he will fight our champion, tonight he dines with us. To Sir Moldred of House Gavain!”

The cheers were more perfunctory this time, and mostly came from the advisor-looking types at the high table, but almost everyone still drank. He did notice the large, ugly man pointedly leaving his cup on the table.

The king finished this cup too. “Finally,” he began, “never let it be said that House Mevenmein does not respect their guests. As is tradition, I now present a pureborn to Sir Moldred, his to keep, so long as he is within these walls.”

Moldred tried to look grateful, but settled on stoic. This was common practice, and rarely worthwhile. Some homely pureborn he would throw in a closet and ignore until he left. Maybe fuck her once or twice out of courtesy.

And then the doors at the end of the hall opened, and in walked the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

–

As the doors opened Eve tried to smile, but settled on a blank, subservient expression. Cock Kitten led Eve into the crowded dining hall by a lead around her neck. The collar Cum Puppy had picked out was, unsurprisingly, pretty, but painful. A series of gold, interlocking hoops, the hoops were lined with spikes that pierced and scratched her neck whenever she moved or the lead grew too taught. Thin, gold chains draped her body, crossing over her arms, legs, and under her breasts like a harness. Another thin, gold chain ran behind her ears and rested on her nose. Oil had been rubbed all over her skin, with particular attention paid to her breast, and she shined in the light of the candelabras overhead. Her makeup was immaculate. Her lips painted a bright red, and a thin line of mascara highlighted her emerald eyes. Any tangles in her hair from her earlier gangbang had been removed, and her shoulder-length red hair now shined a vibrant crimson. When she had looked in the mirror, she had been forced to admit her father’s slaves had done a better job she ever could have.

It was not all good though. Her arms were painfully locked behind her back at the elbows and wrists. Worse, Cum Puppy had reopened Eve’s piercings, and large, gold hoop earrings hung from both her ears, and her nose. They were large enough she could have fit both hands through with room to spare, and they were heavy enough to be painful. A matching pair with bells attached to them weighed down her nipples. The bells chiming as she walked.

And walking was the hardest part. Her ‘heels’ were a large spike that pointed up at the back of Eve’s foot. If she leaned back even slightly she could feel them there, ready to pierce her if she lost her balance or her strained calves grew tired. They were curved at their base, moving back up to lock around her ankles. The shackles had bells on them as well, and they joined with the sound of the ones on the piercings hanging from her nipples.

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