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CREW

Commander Dan McLain, nicknamed ‘Viper’, was in command of His Imperial Majesty’s Long-range Strike Ship 73, nicknamed, the ‘Loony Bin’. The crew had heard someone call it that, and the next day the name was mysteriously painted on both sides of the bridge.

A Strike Ship carried a normal crew of six and was a hyperspace, sublight and atmospheric capable craft. It was three hundred meters long and fifty meters in diameter, with retractable wing control surfaces for atmospheric flight. It had hydrogen-fueled fission power, and was easily refueled by using a ram scoop in a shallow pass through a gas giant’s atmosphere.

The ship passed from sublight to hyper by slingshotting around a gas giant to bring the speed up close to lightspeed, and then switching to the hyper-engines. The process was reversed, to slow down.

The ship also had teeth the equivalent of a small Destroyer. It had four missile tubes forward and two aft, with eight on each broadside with two pulse laser fore and aft with six on each broadside. It also carried four ECM drones with that could be made to resemble any ship’s emissions, to simulate another ship. The small ship’s main flaw was the restricted magazine space. They only had two spare missiles for each tube, without resupply. These were sometimes a few and far between. Luckily, the extra large engines would recharge the lasers at a rapid rate. The cost of the ship, to the Empire, was about the same as a small dreadnaught.

Shelia, the ships AI, was the heart and soul of the Loony Bin. Sgt. Michelle “Mike” Andrews was the Pilot/Sniper. She had the popular ‘girl next door’ looks, but the attitude of a stepped on rattlesnake!

Sgt. Jim “Doc” Adams was a Combat Medic and Ship’s Surgeon. He always had three or four scams going on… be it a bootleg still, or a floating crap game.

SSgt. Dave “Wiz” Willard handled Communications, AI Tech, and Ship’s Engineering. He could make a computer do things the designer had never thought possible. Totally a recluse, if it was not a computer or a ship’s component, it barely existed to him.

Cpl. Cynthia “Scrounger” Davis cared for the ship’s weapons and the demolition ordinances. She could make a weapon or explosive out of most anything. She was also an accomplished thief. Just tell her what you needed, and she’d find a way to get it… just don’t ask where it came from!

CHAPTER 1

I had just cleared customs from a commercial interplanetary flight, when the customs agent said, “Commander McLain? We have a message that as soon as you arrive on station, we’re to send you straight to the Admiral’s office. He wants to see you as soon as possible.”

I knew when Admiral Kelly said as soon as possible, he meant NOW!

“Can you watch my bags?” I asked, hurrying off for the Admiral’s office.

On my way there I was wondering what the hell I was trouble for, now? Admiral Kelly always seemed to ‘have it in’ for me and my crew.

“Commander McLain, Admiral Kelly will see you now,” the Admiral’s receptionist said.

As soon as I walked into the Admiral’s office he turned to me and said, “I şişli escort don’t know who you know in the Emperor’s Court, but when I requested a court marshal, I was told to stand down and post guards. You would handle it when you returned. By God, I want their asses for this!”

He proceeded to tell me of the charges against my crew in my absence.

“Now it can’t be all that bad. First of all, that sailor had no business pinching Mike’s ass. He’s lucky she didn’t rip off his arm, and feed it to him.”

“Secondly, there’s no proof that any of my crew stole anything, including those fembots. Now I know that Wiz is a little strange, but what the hell would he want with a fembot, let alone two of them? All he seems interested in are computers and AIs.”

“And lastly, what were Mike and Adams arrested for? I didn’t think that singing was a criminal offence… though with their voices, maybe it should be. And as far as them powering up the ships weapons… it’s an Imperial Order that Strike Ships and their crews are off limits to base and system personnel. They even have authority to place this system under martial law, if they deem it is needed. They are subject only to others in their own chain of command, or the Emperor himself… and you are not in that chain of command.”

“No, but I am in charge of this sector, and this base! So I order you to relocate your ship and that meatball crew of yours to level Q, section 7, space dock 3. If I see any of your crew in the rest of this base, except on official business, I will have them shot. You will stay there ’till your ship rusts away. Any missions will be attended to by one of the other crews.”

“But, Admiral, that’s not fair. Besides, I’ll appeal to the Emperor, personally.”

“How? You need my permission to use any of the stations resources, and that includes communications!”

“OK. You win, for now. As you know, Lt. Johns requested and was granted a transfer. Is there a new Exec to take his place?”

“Yes He should be here in three days. I handpicked him, myself. He should fit right in.”

Great! I could just imagine what kind of Exec the Admiral would pick.

As I went back to Customs to pick up my gear, I was pondering on what to do about all this trouble. My people were just blowing off some steam. If the station crew would just leave them alone, there wouldn’t be as many problems. They had just come from a tough mission, where we could have been killed several times over. They had a real need to relax and unwind. It seemed like we got every dirty job that came around. I didn’t know how they would react to being cast aside to stagnate on the quarantine deck.

“Welcome back, Skipper. How was your leave?” Sgt. Adams asked.

“KNOCK OFF THE BULLSHIT! I want every one of you assholes assembled here, in five minutes! Do I make myself clear?” I barked.

The next things I heard, was, “ALL HANDS ASSEMMBLE ON THE QUARTERDECK, ASAP.” through the ship’s intercom. Someone must have been monitoring my arrival.

After a few minutes of scrambling, everyone was assembled and trying to look bağcılar escort innocent.

“OK, you eight balls, would someone please tell me what the hell is going on, here? I had no sooner stepped on the station, than I’m summoned to the Admiral’s office for a royal ass chewing! Do I need to hire babysitters for you fuck-ups?”

“Look, skipper we were…”

“Save it for someone who doesn’t know you!” I snapped back, “How long until we can leave this dock?”

“Do we have a mission, skipper? I have the starboard warp engine torn down, waiting on parts. The weapons computer has a major glitch in the software. Wiz thinks we need to reload and update the fire control system… and we have three minor leaks that the seals need replacing on, on airlocks two and four.

“If you had all that to do to get the Loony ready, how did you find time to cause so much trouble?”

“Base said without an Exec. We wouldn’t be going out until Lt. Johns was replaced, and we had the new XO up to speed.”

“THAT’S BULLSHIT! How are we supposed to stay in combat readiness? Did you send out Scrounger?”

“We did. That’s why we did the drunken singing. It was supposed to be a distraction. Then all the trouble started, and we were thrown in the station’s brig, overnight.”

“Did it work?”

“Sure! We got everything we needed, and then some.”

“I suppose the ‘and then some’ means you robbed the station blind? Just why you stole two fembot’s from the station hospital is beyond me?”

“That was Wiz’s idea! He thinks Shelia needs a better body than those robot drones she now has, and fembot’s are the only ones with the processing ability to handle Sheila’s load. He wants to double the processing to be sure, so we stole two.”

“Well, we leave this dock in ten minutes. After the little stunts you’ve pulled, the Admiral is exiling us to Q-deck, section 7, space dock 3!’

“Q-Deck! That’s for quarantine! There’s nothing there! No action!” Doc exclaimed.

“I think that’s the general idea. He said he was posting guards in all the access points, with orders to shoot if any of you try to pass… unless you’re on official business.”

“Skipper you gotta to do something about this!”

“I’m trying, but there’s not much I can do until things quiet down some. In the meantime, I want the Loony to be in top shape. I know the Admiral says we will be docked until we rust away, but somehow I don’t think that’s going to happen. Sooner or later they will have a problem they can’t handle, and they’ll come running to us.”

“Ok, Skip, but what can we do if we’re confined to Q-Deck?”

“Since when did being ‘confined’ stop you guys? Let’s get the ship moved, and do a little planning.”

Moving the ship took less than two hours.

“OK! LISTEN UP! I want this tub to be shipshape at a moment’s notice.

“Doc, get a list of all parts and supplies we need, and double it. I also want passes for the ship’s crew. Get us onto the main decks, to get those supplies.

“Mike, I want you to find out all you can about this new XO we are getting. The Admiral escort zeytinburnu claims he picked him out, personally. Find out all you can, and see what the Admiral is up to.

“Cyndi, I want you to get with Doc. Get everything that’s on that list, and anything else that’s not nailed down that we might use.

“Wiz, I need you and Shelia to monitor all communications and try to find out anything going on, and I want this ship ready with the first sign of a mission. I have the feeling that the Admiral is going to try to discredit us by showing we aren’t ready when a call comes in. I want to know immediately and us ready for action.”

“Ok, everyone, let’s get cracking!”

After breakfast the next morning, I said, “Ok! Everyone report what progress has been accomplished on the orders I gave you, yesterday?”

Mike said, “The new XO is a Lt. Jackson. He is a real screw up. He was busted for the theft of Government property, for stealing the station admiral’s gig, and taking a young woman for a joy ride. He has had six paternity suits filed against him. One was the planetary Governor’s daughter. He has also been busted for running a gambling casino out of his last ship’s sick bay. He’s a bigger thief then little Cyndi here. He should be reporting on board sometime this afternoon.”

“Damn why isn’t this guy in the Brig or drummed out of the service?”

“His Uncle is Fleet Admiral Jackson, which makes his mother the Admiral’s baby sister. If something happens, his Commander gets the blame.

“So that’s the Admiral’s little game. He can’t touch us. But if we look bad, the Fleet Admiral can make us the scapegoats.”

“Cyndi, how you coming with those supplies?”

“All requested supplies are either on board or on the way. I also got us sixty of the Mark X ship killer missiles, forty of the new Beta 5 hyper-pulse missiles, and twenty-six of the new Mark XV lasers, to replace all of our old Mark IVs

“How did you ever get those? I thought they were only for cruisers and battleships because of the power drain?”

“Since we use the same engines they do, I think they will work for us. They have a slower firing cycle than the Mark IVs, but about five times the range and hitting power.”

“Wiz can you hook them up, and will they work?”

Thinking for a minute he said they should work, as long as they weren’t fired all at once… otherwise they would start blowing circuits.

“Now I know the magazines won’t hold all those missiles, but I’d sure like to have them. Why don’t we put the surplus in a cargo hold, and hand reload them after the battle? It will be hard work, but we may need them.”

Cyndi spoke up and said she had a lead on getting us a new battle computer.

“What’s wrong with the one we have?

“This one is a command battle computer for a flagship. It will even handle the telemetry on our battle armor.”

“Hmmm… Better get it. You know, with all these upgrades, it’s going to just about cost the Empire almost the twice what the Loony cost, originally?

“Wiz, how are the repairs coming along?”

“Most are done, but I’ve still got problems getting the aft shield emitters to stay in synch.”

“What are the chances of getting new emitter units, Cyndi?”

“Most are as bad as we have. The Admiral has all the new ones under tight guard.”

“Do your best.”

Edited By TeNderLoin & Old Fart

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Awakening

I thought my luck would change with the ladies but it is still the same. No dates and no offers. Just the usual ‘What is Doctor Zhivago doing in there?’.

I am the onliest one who can enter his lab and I am loving all the attention it has given me. Still even though Dr Z has been busy with his new project for the past couple of months. No one know much about what he is doing and when will it all end. He has been working tirelessly for months locked up in his lab. While I who has some spare time and can go out, can’t even get a date. Cause all the women in here are swooning for him.

Every now and then he would come out of his lab to only return to it, in a few seconds. You would see all the women sighing at him as he passes by, looking all disheveled. The women would say ‘That is what makes him all the more sexier!’ Typical women, when you are with them they want to dress you up like a sissy while when they met you, your un-kept look is what attracted them to you in the first place.

I walked into Dr Z’s lab shaking my head. “Hey, you gotta stop teasing them like this. They are dying for your company!” or at least a chance to fuck your brains out, I thought to my self.

As usual he was intently looking at his subject. Sometimes I would come in and catch him talking to her as if she was alive. Now that was freaky. I thought maybe he was going mad but my opinion wouldn’t matter as long as he had results and that is what he had. Today her eyes were open and her body functioning just right. We talked about his progress and her future accommodations. He wants to install enough machinery in her to make her strong but still appear, feel and look-like a human. Only he can bring the dead back to life.

“Hey, I never really got the chance to ask you where you got her name from?” I asked him. “Melissandra: Multi evolutionary looking intelligent sublime substantiated anatomical naturally dermatological raced android” he spitted out in one breath.

“Oh, Melissandra…” I said turning my head back to his project. I thought it was some ex girlfriend’s name escort kağıthane he had used to name her after. But once again, he showed me business was always business with him so I never wondered. And as I left the room I could hear him resume his soft conversation he probably was having before I came in. I thought to myself if God has ever done the same to me.

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Once alone again Dr Zhavago resume his delicate conversation with Melissandra. Her name was really Lisa, but he always had hated it. He wanted her to have a royal name and Melissandra fit the bill.

He was adding some more changes to her body until he realized something was different about her than before. Her body was warm to the touch. He touched her from head to toe feeling how much more alive she was becoming. Until he realized he was more caressing her than touching her. He was touching and kneading her flesh as he felt the heat of her. He started to caress her breast as her nipples became instantly erect. The rhythmic beeping noise in the back sped up and he once again began suckling her breast. She was so soft. Everything about her was soft and smooth. Her hair a sinfully black was full and curly. Her lips has over time become red and there was now a nearly white glow to her body. She was so milky white that you can see where her skin was tight by her veins, especially by her breast.

He realized that her breast was big when Mathew mentioned it to him. “Whoa, would you take a look at the size of those titties. Yikes! I bet you can suck on them for days.” he said. Dr Zhavago was so mad at the thought of another man ogling his princess that he banned everyone from his lab except Dr Mikey. He just wanted Melissandra for him self but also he wanted her to want him alone.

Like to night when he stood over her. Looking into her eyes and allowing them to drink him in. It turned him on. Looking was enough but tonight it was to much. He wanted nothing more than to make love to her. He wanted her to respond to him to his touch to his being.

He stroked her belly before he escort beyoğlu slid his hand down low between her fluff . As he began opening her vaginal lips he gasped as he felt moistness on his hands. He touched and stroked the folds beckoning her to leak more of her juices from her opening. As he took his fingers circling, teasing her budding clit before he plunge unceremoniously a finger in her opening. He felt the way how his finger rushed in and he twirled it around feeling her walls holding him there. He started to retract his finger to rub and tease her throbbing clit before he plunged his finger once more inside her.

This was their ritual. That’s why it was now easier for him to finger her. Than the first time he did it. Usually, he would suck her and slowly ease his finger in. Slowly retracting it again to push it in a bit further with each stroke. When his finger was finally in. He would massage her vaginal walls before taking his finger out to push it back in again. He loved the feel of her around his finger and the tightness of her womanhood. He would push as far back into her wetness as her virginity would allow. Stroking the thin membrane wishing it wasn’t there and all the more loving the fact that it was. She would moan or arched her back in response but her eyes would remain lifeless. It was hard to see her frozen in time, but her wetness and bodily reactions was now and present. And they were all his.

To night there was something about her body that was making his loins stir as he raced to make her climax this time. This time when plunging his finger deep into her. Her vagina’s walls contract. She didn’t orgasm but her pussy was sucking his finger. It was getting harder for him to pull his finger out. She was sucking him in with her pussy, taking his finger all the way in before pulling it back out. The task became to labored and he just drove his finger in over and over again. Not allowing it to be pass up to stroke her throbbing clit. He just shoved and vibrated his finger as much as he can up in her.

While doing this he quickly unzipped his pants and grabbed escort esenler at his cock. “Melissandra” he said as he pulled his pulsing shaft from his pants. He placed the tip of his rod on her cheek as he rubbed it a crossed her face. Soon enough there was a milky dew on her cheeks. He positioned her head so that he could press his cum oozing head against her lips. He wiped the wet tip across her lips, making her lips wet and sticky. When he could no longer hold him self back. He finally pushed past her swollen lips and into her mouth. It was getting past her teeth that was the trouble, but it was worth it. To feel her mouth enclosed around him. The heat of her mouth and the wetness of her tongue. As he kept his cock in her vulnerable mouth. Moaning to himself in ecstasy as he tried to get himself as far back in her mouth as he was pushing his finger in her.

His desire was reaching a feverish pitch as he rammed even harder and faster his middle finger in her opening. She was really wet and tight. He can feel her desire rising. He then too quickened the pace on his shaft in her mouth. Pumping it while he felt the beads on her tongue at the underside of his cock-head. The titillating sensation of her hot mouth and full lips surrounding his manhood was delicious. This heightened his perverse superiority complex as he was nearly raping his little princess. Slowly claiming every inch of her. This gave him a natural high and she was his drug, bringing him beyond insanity.

And with a flash of white he felt his balls suck up and his cock spasm hard sending waves of delicious waves of ecstasy over his body. He nearly came out of her mouth as his body jerked with the compulsion of his orgasm. He didn’t want to pull out of her mouth as he felt his cum splashed at the back of her throat. He held on to her head as his orgasm subsided. That’s when he felt her. Her backed arched nearly in a bow. Her nipples taught and erected. His finger buried deep in her. As he felt a grip on his finger. Like a hand pulling him ever deeper.

He was about to start to add another finger. When he heard the beeping sound of someone coming near to his lab. He quickly pulled his finger out her sex and fixed himself.

That’s when the General walked in. The father of the Government, Army and Melissandra.

The End (for now)

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The next morning Lady Sally lay slumped in an armchair in her Chinese, silk dressing gown embroidered with dragons, somewhat worse for wear. Her uncle’s vodka had left her with a throbbing head, yet her maid insisted on clumping around in a huff. She couldn’t imagine why.

“Did we really blow up the monument?”

“You certainly did,” confirmed Victoria in a tone of reproof.

Lady Sally smiled as her memory of the event returned through the vodka induced haze.

“Well, Victoria, there’s no point one being a Mistress of the Air if one cannot have adventures, and besides, it was a daring escapade and a magnificent explosion… one of my finest, I think.”

“Yes, madam, of course, madam,” replied her maid, not terribly convincingly.

“And where are our anarchist comrades now?”

“The captain dropped them in a village in the forests where their comrades are living in a commune. If you recall, you invited them to join the airship’s party, but they said you were far too dangerous for them… and they are anarchists, madam.”

“I don’t know what they’re fussing over. It was just a little explosion… and nobody got hurt.”

As if her maid’s grumblings weren’t enough whilst in this fragile state, Lady Sally now had cook on the warpath.

“Milady, I can’t put up with this no more.”

“What, the explosions?”

“No milady. Your explosions is your business. I mean the food going missing. The kitchens, that’s my business.”

“Can’t this wait cook. As you can see I’m not at my best this morning.”

“Not when cold chicken legs goes missing, milady… and currant scones… and bottles of ale. I tell you there’s a thief on board. Now, I don’t want to cast no aspersions, milady, but there’s some strange characters on this airship.”

“‘T was ever thus, cook, as you well know. But why would anyone want to steal food? Everybody’s fed perfectly adequately, even if my gentlemen are made to eat off the floor as humiliation, they’re hardly left to starve.”

“I’m just saying what I’ve seen, milady. I know where every ounce of sugar is in that kitchen, and I knows when things go missing.”

“Well, just keep an eye on the situation cook, maybe one of the rigger-men wanted a snack in the middle of the night. Now, to more pressing matters, do you have a good remedy for a hangover?”

“Ah, so now you needs mi advice.”

“Yes cook, but I’d rather not have it served with recriminations.”

“You needs raw eggs… raw eggs and Worcester sauce, that’ll do the trick. I’ll get you some.”

Cook stormed off triumphantly.

Lady Sally was restless. She fancied some amusement but with the minimum input from herself. She could set the automation sex doll off and see what havoc she could cause, but there was another option… one of her dastardly devices.

She summoned up the effort to put her make up on and get dressed. She put on one of her many corsets, this particular one with scarlet panels and black ribbons, over a black silk blouse, and matching-coloured skirt. She enlisted Victoria’s help in lacing up the corset to cheer her up. Lady Sally knew her maid too well, knew she loved to handle her wardrobe and help her get dressed. There was many a time Lady Sally had caught her maid trying on her undergarments, for which she had to be reprimanded. Helping her get dressed might take Victoria out of her reproachful frame of mind following the business with the anarchists.

Just getting out of her dressing gown and putting something sexy and empowering on improved her mood.

She got Victoria to retrieve the device she wanted to test and summon her slaves to the playroom. She intended to activate Borghild to demonstrate the art of sensual tease for her as the device she was about to use required the availability of four hard cocks.

She had her four submissive gentlemen lined escort sultangazi against the wood-panelled wall, deciding not to put them into bondage on this occasion. They were issued with the instruction they were to stand with their hands behind their backs, and the stricture that they were not permitted an erection. She saw the effort of will this took for them. Dressed relatively demurely as she was (at least for her) the curves of her breasts were visible under the silk blouse, along with a peek of hard nipples pressing against the sleek material.

She marched back and forth before them with, a leather whip in her hand, so they could admire the curve of her shapely backside in the tight skirt, as she inspected them. Borghild followed behind her with her goose-step mechanical march.

“Hmm, let me see how long you can withstand my ministrations without getting an erection.”

She ran the thongs of the whip teasingly along the duke’s chest, across his abdomen, over his balls and, finally, along the length of his cock, teasing him into arousal with the soft leather thongs. His breath deepened and the muscles around his neck tightened as he tried to resist both the touch of the leather tendrils on his penis, and the anticipation of what might follow.

“Hmm, very good. I’m glad to see you can exercise some control.”

She went along the line, repeating the same teasing acts on the other gentlemen. They all, with different quirks and mannerisms, tried to resist the tantalisingly teasing strokes of the leather whip. Their cocks twitched with arousal, but they were able to control themselves. Lady Sally needed to use other means to break them.

She went back along the line to face the duke. She fixed her blue eyes on his. Her cleavage, with the distinct phoenix tattoo on one of her breasts, swelled in front of him. Whilst still fixing his gaze, her hand strayed to his cock and balls. She brushed her fingernails across the tip of his cock, and he expelled a gasp. Nobody could resist Lady Sally’s touch when she was minded to induce a hard-on. The red painted nail ran along his shaft, and at once the flaccid flesh responded, throbbing as it was with need and desire. She wrapped her fist around it and squeezed. She felt the object hardening within her fingers. When she released it, the cock sprang up, it’s shaft now hard with blue veins standing out.

“You have such a pleasing cock, duke. It’s just such a shame you cannot exercise adequate control over it.”

“I’m sorry, mistress,” he mumbled.

The automaton mimicked Lady Sally’s actions, running her smooth, brassy finger along his cock. Borghild’s touch was cold and firm. She closed her brass fist around the duke’s member. The gears whirred, and the fingers tightened… and tightened, around it.

Meanwhile, Lady Sally moved along the line, replicating the same acts, and exactly the same sensitivity of touch with each of her slaves, so she could set a fair test for each of them.

Borghild’s fist was closing tighter and tighter around the duke’s cock, its glans squeezing out from her brass fingers.

“Ouch. Mistress, the automaton won’t let go,” called the duke to attract Lady Sally’s attention.

She was focused on arousing the cock of the bishop who was proving the most resistant to her attention. Besides, she considered it would serve the duke right for succumbing to his carnal needs so quickly, to have the automaton squeeze the lust out of him.

She teased and stroked the bishop’s pencil-thin penis with the tips of her fingers, allowing the painted nails to drag along his flesh until he too had surrendered to Lady Sally, his hard cock sticking out.

She turned back along the line to admire the tension of the automaton’s gears and springs as the brass fingers squeezed ever tighter around escort fatih the duke’s cock. His face was red with the effort of controlling the pain. Lady Sally felt he’d suffered enough and, besides, she did not want him to lose his erection; it was necessary for the next phase of her torment.

She looked Borghild in the eyes, and said firmly, “Release.”

On her command, the automaton’s fingers uncurled, pulling away from the duke’s raw, pulsating, but still hard, cock.

“Ah, I see that none of you can resist your mistress’s touch.”

“No mistress,” they muttered.

“Now for another test.”

Victoria brought forward the next of Lady Sally’s devices… an electrically powered masturbating machine.

The instrument in question looked like a rubber octopus. It consisted of a control panel fashioned in brass with a gauge and lever with several notches. Attached to it was a set of four rubber tubes, with an open-ended rubber sheath at the end of each tube.

Lady Sally pulled the rubber sheaths over the four erect cocks on display in front of her. They did not fit tightly as there was a sealed air pocket around them. The four men looked worried, recalling how the last of Lady Sally’s devices caused an explosion; the bishop in particular, still having the scars caused by the red-hot shards of copper.

“Don’t worry, I promise this machine won’t explode,” assured Lady Sally, though none of them seemed especially convinced.

“Let me explain how it works. The rubber tubes are filled with aether, which transmits electro-magnetic waves. When I move the lever forward, the electro waves pulse through the tube into the sheaths, causing the rubber to pulsate and ripple. No doubt you can imagine the erotic effects that might have on your cocks. Here, let me show you.”

Lady Sally flicked the lever up one notch, the needle on the dial flickered up. The machine emitted a low buzzing noise. It was possible to see the current travel along the tube as it caused the rubber to expand and contract. As the device warmed up, the pulses came through at a regular pace.

The effect within the sheaths was remarkable. The sensation was like an invisible hand running up and down the shafts of their cocks. At the lower power range of the device, the feeling was, initially, one of considerable pleasure though counter to this was a sensation of being milked without being allowed an emission.

Lady Sally was highly amused, “At this level, I can keep you in a state of suspended animation, making your cocks throb with need, whilst ensuring they stay unfulfilled. On the other hand, when you increase the current,” Lady Sally flipped the lever up two notches, “it works as a masturbating machine, and will bring you to an inevitable climax. Of course, I can alternate levels of current and keep you on the edge of release before reducing it.”

The demonstration had the desired effect as the pulse of the rippling sheath increased and the electro-magnetic current pulled the rubber back and forth at speed.

There was a collective sound of gasps, groans and moans as the device did its work until the current subsided again.

“What happens at top speed, mistress, if I may be so bold as to ask,” enquired the judge.

“It’s the first time I’ve used the device, so this is an experiment. I’ve had it specially designed, and the ingenuity of it is that the four sheaths will throb at precisely the same rhythm. So, I propose a little competition. Whoever comes last is the victor, and whoever comes first is the loser.”

Lady Sally stretched and yawned, “Of course the wonder of the device is that I can sit here and admire its effects. I can even have a cup of tea. Victoria, go and fetch me a cuppa, I’m gagging for one.”

Her maid set off to fetch the tea. Lady Sally kept the device thrumming escort etiler on the second notch. The exertions of the previous day, not to mention the vodka, were taking effect again. She yawned. Her eyes were heavy. In seconds she was sound asleep.

Meanwhile, Victoria got delayed in the kitchens. She got caught by cook and felt compelled to act as a sounding board for her complaints about stolen food. She then went via the control room to take a cup of tea for the captain, only to have to listen to his praise for the amazing Lady Sally, and how much fun her rip-roaring adventures were. Victoria agreed with much of what the captain said, but merely had reservations about the explosions… the lightning… and the electrocutions.

When she returned to the playroom with a silver tray, a lovely pot of Darjeeling and a plate of fancies, he spotted Lady Sally fast asleep on her throne. The four men were dancing in paroxysms of equal measures of stimulation and frustration. The dastardly device had throbbed on for the last half an hour with the effect of driving the men to distraction bordering on madness.

Victoria gave Lady Sally a gentle nudge, “Your tea is here, madam.”

Her eyes flickered open. She was confronted with the sight of the men, rubber tubes attached to their cocks, twisting and twitching as the device held them on the brink of climax.

“How amusing,” she laughed. “See how effective the toy is. A couple of minutes and they’re reduced to dancing puppets.”

“Actually, it’s been half an hour, madam. You fell asleep.”

“Half an hour. Why that’s appalling, Victoria. Why did it take so long to get my tea?”

She turned the lever on the control back to its first notch whilst she took tea, which gave the men a modicum of relief. It was only a temporary respite as, after tea, she decided to explore the higher currents of the device.

She pushed the brass lever straight up to its third notch, making the needle on the pressure gauge swing wildly. Once the electro-magnetic waves had pulsed into the tubes, it made the men jump with surprise. Lady Sally was now exploring the full masturbatory potential of the device. She saw the rubber ripple at greater speed as it pulled against the flesh of the four hard cocks.

“Do you fancy a wager, maid? Which one will come first?”

“I reckon the banker, madam” said Victoria, noting how his ruddy, rounded face look set to burst.

“Hmm. Yet he has the fattest cock, which might afford him greater protection from the device. I think I will go for the judge. Do you think any of them will survive the fifth level?” said Lady Sally as she slid the lever forward to the fourth notch.

“No, madam, I wouldn’t give odds on that.”

The rubber pulsed faster and faster. The sensation was strange, wholly different from being masturbated by hand as there was no hardness of grip, only a pulsating throb which bounced along the shafts of their cocks at enormous speed. The four men were groaning, clearly approaching the point of no return.

Lady Sally might have watched as they reached there, now inevitable, climaxes, but she could not resist trying out the highest level. It was all part of experimenting with the devices to use them to their fullest extent.

As the pulses raced through the tubes, the effect as soon as they reached the open-ended rubber sheaths was instantaneous. They screamed at the shock and intensity of the waves throbbing along their shafts. They lasted seconds and soon shot their loads over the floor; the judge first, much to Lady Sally’s satisfaction, then the banker, then the duke, and finally, the bishop. Dribbles of cum trailed from the four cocks, and there were blobs of sticky, white spunk splattered on the ground, the machine having projected it a long way. Lady Sally turned the device down to one as they collapsed to the floor in exhausted pleasure at having been allowed release.

“I think I should make them lick their disgusting messes from the floor,” commented Lady Sally looking at the globs of spunk. Well that was an excellent experiment. What a splendid device. My humour is much improved now.”

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The following Saturday Jess, true to her word, was on time for a change, and her hair was dry. She also uncharacteristically wore a simple white dress in lieu of sweats to go with her usual sweatshirt atop. What struck Jake as even more surprising was that she had also applied makeup. His imagination began to run wild. He envisioned her in front of a mirror deftly applying mascara across her long fluttering eyelashes highlighting her already stunning eyes. Immediately, however, he shut his spinning brain down. Jess isn’t a girl — she’s just a friend he told himself for the umpteenth time.

“No swim meet today?” Jake asked, resuming focus on the upcoming campaign, but trying to remain polite. Though he had zero interest in swimming, it had become an absolute passion for Jess, so he figured it was nice to at least feign some interest.

“No, just lifting today.”

“Lifting?”

“Yeah, the coach has stepped up the weightlifting program this year. So, my life pretty much revolves around school, workouts, and eating tons of protein.”

“And D instead, he surfed and played lacrosse. His dad rejected science while Craig was highly academic, and science was his favorite class. The resulting relationship was a rocky one which, looking back, might have resulted in a visit from child services in the modern world. Jake often half-expected Craig to arrive home one day with his dad and an army recruiter in his living room, papers filled out and waiting for him to sign. While Craig went out of his way to repudiate his dad’s values, some of the trailer park’s toxic masculinity seeped into his everyday life. In particular, his male chauvinism. Though he made it seem like a joke, it was readily apparent in his sexualization of women. Thus, he made the perfect paladin.

Finally, Jess played the part of the party’s fighter/thief. Though their characters were skilled, after writing the campaign Jake surmised that their group lacked enough firepower to make it through without casualties. That was şişli escort problematic because this time the group had fallen in love with their characters. His solution to the problem was to introduce a non-player-character to add to the party tonight who was not only the reveal for Jess but a needed spell caster to join the party.

“Yeah, DnD too. You guys are my outlet, I guess,” Jess explained.

“I always liked being referred to as an outlet.” Elvin retorted.

Jess ignored him and continued, “My coach is pretty serious, and he’s definitely brought me to a new level. He says college swimmers lift regularly and it’s going to help us to start early. We’ve been at it for over a year, and I actually like it a lot. I always do extra but it’s hard work.”

“Won’t that stunt your growth?” Craig asked, seemingly not caring much either.

“That’s an old wives’ tale,” Jess said.

“Boring,” Elvin observed. “Can we get back to the campaign? I’m actually digging this one more than most although I still don’t know how we’re supposed to find this evil wizard guy.”

“All will be revealed,” Jake said, his voice hitting a mysterious tone.

Craig and Jess’s parallel conversation continued despite Elvin’s interjection. “Aren’t gyms mostly for guys? You know, like Hanz and Franz? I’m going to pump you up!” Craig asked, flexing, and then pointing to Jess.

“No, not anymore. I heard…” Jess started before she was interrupted.

“Are we going to talk about lifting and exercise all day or are we going to get back to some real physical activity– in the dwarf cave?” Dan moaned. He was certainly the most avid role-player and seemed especially enthralled by the current campaign.

“Sounds cool, Jess,” Jake offered, trying to avoid her feelings being hurt. “Do you think it could help you get a college scholarship? I mean, you’re bright enough to get an academic one.” Her cheeks heated pink. He’d never seen her blush before. Mission accomplished. This bağcılar escort girl thing isn’t that hard. Just say nice things, he observed.

“I’m not as smart as you, Jake, but yeah, I think so.”

“Thank you, but I know you’re quite intelligent too.”

“Can we stop the mutual admiration society and just play?!” Dan whined.

“Sure, my bad.” Jake snorted at Dan’s impatience. “Okay, let’s get started. So, who can tell me where we left off last week?”

“I had rejoined the party and we were in a small room and heard some crashing noises beyond a great oak door,” Jess reported as if she had a photographic memory.

“Yeah, we were going to go knock some heads,” Elvin recalled.

“A distinctly less descriptive analysis, but that does appear to be right, Elvin,” Jake chided.

“When Craiglochart pushes the door open,” the stupid name Craig had named his character never ceased to cause him to snicker when Jake spoke it, but he ignored the chortling and continued. “A great creak gives way to an active fight scene in a large, high-ceilinged room about 30 yards wide, glowing red from multiple torches.”

“That probably means no orcs,” Dan cut in.

Jake continued unabated, “…with the unmistakable pungent aroma of phosphorus hanging in the air. Near the middle of the room, a battle is taking place between two individuals. Standing near nine feet high, a particularly large and hairy putrid gray creature with long claws is…”

“A troll!” yelled Dan.

“Very good, Dan. You win a prize. Quit interrupting and let him finish.” Craig scolded.

“Oh, sorry,” Dan apologized.

Jake smiled and continued, “In front of him is a voluptuous young woman clad in tall black boots that rise up past her knees, a cape, a staff, a white cut-off tank top exposing washboard abs, and what appears to be a navy-blue chastity belt.”

“Doesn’t sound like appropriate attire for monster fighting,” Jess scoffed, eyeing Jake skeptically.

Jake escort zeytinburnu continued, undaunted. “She has full pouty lips, round firm tits, a wide caboose, an hourglass shape, and long, firm, fit legs like a model. Her face radiates bright, feminine features with steel-gray eyes that have a hint of blue like the ocean and a long blonde braid.” Jake grinned, looking at Jess. Her twinkling icy-blue eyes weren’t far from that color. Have I? No!

“Hubba, hubba,” yelled Craig, interrupting Jake from his transitory introspection. Craig’s lewd observation was soon followed by a chorus of catcalls from Dan and Elvin.

Jess rolled her eyes in chagrin.

“Let’s save her and jump her bones after,” Craig cackled.

Jake cocked his head and glared at him, shaming him into silence before continuing. “Shooting from her fingertips is something like a glowing, green arrow which streaked into the larger creature right as you opened the door. She appears wounded and perhaps losing the bout but seems defiant and intense.”

“What a fucking hottie. Let’s go save her. All the NPCs we meet should look like her, Jake,” Elvin said approvingly, before turning to Jess and, as if for the first time, realizing she was female, apologized. “Sorry, Jess. You understand, right?” Like one of the boys, she nodded appropriately and then turned it back on them.

“Yeah, I understand. It’s the typical patriarchal model of femininity. A woman’s sexual attractiveness is measured by being curvy, weak, and in need of protection from the men in her life.” The room grew quiet. Jake wasn’t sure whether the hush was due to the words she used that seemed to have fallen from a professor’s lips or if the group had suddenly realized she was a young woman. Perhaps they are worried she is truly pissed.

“Yeah, that sounds right.” Craig snickered, allaying the notion that they cared about her feelings. “Women are generally weak, but curvy is pretty hot, especially if they have big hooters.” Craig was intentionally getting Jess’ goat, but as the ‘sportiest’ of the group, he could probably make the case best for the ‘honor of the men.’

Suddenly, for perhaps the first time, Jess’s gender was very apparent, and she was on the defensive.

“Weak, huh?” Her eyebrow arched up with the question.

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Chapter 1

My name is Lauren Smith, and I’m a middle school art teacher in Madison, Wisconsin. I don’t particularly like my job, but I need the money to support my two kids, Sam and John, who are both in high school. Trust me, if I didn’t have to work babysitting 11, 12, and 13 year old kids all day and teaching them how to express their “artistic side,” I wouldn’t.

Ideally, I would have a husband that could help support our family, but I got divorced two years ago after I found him cheating on me with his coworker. I came home during my lunch break because I had to grab a few things, and I caught him balls deep in a young brunette who was screaming out his name like she was a porn star. After that, we quickly got divorced, and he left the state to go god knows where. Well, that’s just life, but ever since I haven’t been able to place any trust in men, and I have even less time to try and date around when I am working full time and have to take care of my two boys after school.

Recently, working at the school has been exhausting. I hear constant jokes from the boys about my large tits, and I catch them staring all the time. I mean, I can’t really blame them – I do have a rather large rack. I’m also pretty attractive, having blonde hair and blue eyes, and only being 30. But I can only take so much joking from middle schoolers. One time, I asked the class what inspired them because I wanted them to get some ideas about their next painting, and one kid blurted out, “Mrs. Smith’s tits!” He ended up getting suspended for that, but the embarrassment still stuck with me.

Anyways, I decided to start looking around for a new job. I did some research online and I came across an advertisement for “Mr. B’s Dairy Farm – $50,000 for three months of work. Housing and food provided. Must live and work on facilities.”

Now, I know there’s a pretty negative stereotype about being a Hucow, but I’ve secretly always wanted to try it. I knew that the bodily enhancements went away after your time there was up, with the only downside being stretch marks on your tits and ass. And seeing as I wasn’t trying to impress anyone, I didn’t really care about how that would effect my body. What I did care about was the money. $50,000 for three months of work was phenomenal, and it was something I could do over summer break. I quickly submitted my resume and set up an appointment for the beginning of June – about a month away. I told Sam and John that they should contact their dad and stay with him for the summer, saying that I thought they should see him because they haven’t seen him in about a year.

When the beginning of June came, Sam and John went to live with their dad, and I packed my bags for Mr. B’s Dairy Farm.

The farm was out in the country, in the middle of nowhere. The facilities were huge, with four large barns off in the distance. At the end of a dirt road was a small house that served as the farm’s office. I was greeted in the office by an attractive young woman. “You must be Lauren!” She said. “We’re so excited to have you.” As she looked at me and noticed my large tits, a surprise look crossed her face. “Oh wow! Your tits are so huge. You’re going be producing a lot of milk.”

Normally, I would have smacked someone if they said that to me after just meeting me. But because this was a Hucow farm, I was expecting it.

“Now I’m sure you know that all about how we inject all of our Hucows with a serum that enlarges breasts and makes women produce milk, but did you know our farm is actually the worlds biggest producer of Hucow milk?!” She said with a smile. I smiled back and said I didn’t, and she went on a long speech about how well all the girls were treated in the farm, with luxury living quarters, lots of free time, a sauna and spa, daily massages, and how the farm had a kitchen of 5 professional chefs.

Then she proceeded to pull out a contract about the details of pay, my duties as a Hucow, and the side effects of the serum they would be injecting in me. One of the side effects was an increased libido, which I thought mecidiyeköy escort was interesting. I wondered if I would be getting an action while I was here, but I figured probably not.

After I signed the employment contract, the receptionist said “Great! Now you’re an employee of the farm. You’re going to love it here!” She gave me the details on where I was staying, and told me that a doctor would come to my apartment later to give me my injections.

The apartment buildings were hidden behind the barns, and as I was unpacking my things, I ran into a few of the Hucows living there. They all had massive tits – even bigger than mine, which I hadn’t really seen before – and amazing asses. The funny thing was that all of their tits were very perky, so much so that they didn’t even need bras. I saw two or three walking around in white t-shirts, with their nipples clearly visible through their shirt, because they had large wet spots on their shirts where they were leaking milk.

Normally, I would never admit this, but I was actually excited to have my breast size increased. They looked amazing in their shirts, and jiggled every time the girls walked.

Later that night, the doctor came to give me my injections. He gave me one in each tit, saying “The injections work remarkably fast. By the time you wake up tomorrow, your breasts will have increased by two sizes, and you’ll be ready to produce milk. All new Hucows are milked in a separate, more private facility. We have specially trained farm hands that will help with the milking process. Your first milking will be 7am tomorrow, so make sure to eat a good breakfast beforehand!”

I thanked him for his service, set my alarm for 6am, and went to sleep.

When I awoke, I was HORNY. Now, I’m 30, so I’ve had my fair share of experiences. But this was nothing like I had ever felt before. My pussy NEEDED attention, and it needed it now. I took one hand and put it on my left breast before I realized how large they were. They were huge! They were bigger than cantaloupes.

I didn’t have time to think about that now though. My pussy needed attention. As soon as I touched my nipple with my hand, a tingling sensation erupted in my crotch. My boob was now like jelly in my hand, and as I squeezed, I felt a little bit of milk squirt out and soak through my t-shirt. But I didn’t even care. In fact, for some odd reason, it made me even hornier.

I took my right hand and slipped it under my underwear. Already, I was soaking wet. I started to rub my clit, and while I was squeezing my breast, more and more milk squirted out of my nipple, soaking through my shirt and getting me all wet. For some odd reason, I loved it. I eagerly put two fingers in my hole, and opened my mouth to let out a stifled moan. I started out slow, but the feeling in my pussy was so good that soon I was fingering myself faster and faster, shoving my fingers as deep as they could go. By this time, my pussy was seeping, and my juices were leaking down and onto the bed. I bucked my hips, and with a loud moan, I started to climax. Without meaning to, I squirted, and I could feel the juices spill out and into my hand as I climaxed.

When I finished, I was breathing hard, my shirt was soaked in my own breast milk, and there was a large wet spot in the sheets where my ass was from squirting.

Now I don’t usually masturbate first thing in the morning, but that was amazing. I hoped that the maids would clean up my messy sheets, because I didn’t have time now.

Feeling satisfied, I changed, ate breakfast, and headed to the private facility to be milked.

As I walked to the facilities, other Hucows joined me. A lot were shirtless, their large tits jiggling with each step, but most were completely naked. There were about 300 in total, all migrating to their respective milking stations, which were large, modern barns.

All the Hucows were chatting with each other, and I walked up to the girl closest to me and asked “why is everyone naked?” She looked at me and smiled. “You’re bayrampaşa escort new here, aren’t you? You’ll see soon enough!”

The private milking station was a two story house to the side of the barns. I walked in with seven other Hucows, all of them new, it looked like, because they were completely clothed. In the main room, there were 8 milking machines lined up side by side, a few feet apart, with a soft bed cushion on the ground so that the Hucows could rest comfortably on all fours.

Standing in a line on the far wall of the room were 8 men, the farmhands, all dressed in the same dark green uniform.

One of them stepped forward and said “Hello new Hucows! Welcome to your first milking. I hope you’re all adjusting well to your enlarged tits and asses. I’m sure you’ve noticed that you’re already producing milk.”

As he said this, some milk squirted out from one of the hucows tits, through her shirt, and onto the floor. Everyone giggled.

“You’ll each have a farmhand available to you to help with the milking process. They are here to make you more comfortable and to service your every need. Don’t be shy or embarrassed about any new feelings you might have. I know the first milking for hucows can sometime be a bit of a surprise.”

He and the other farmhands smiled, as if he had said an inside joke. Then, one by one, we were all led to a milking station by one of the farmhands. The farmhand leading me was about 25, with brown hair and a muscular body. “Hi, my name is Joey, I’ll be assisting you today.” He said. “If you would please take off your shirt and get on all fours, I’ll help you get your udders into the machine.”

I slowly took my shirt off, a little embarrassed, but less so because all the other hucows were doing it as well. Most of the others looked to be around 22 years old, with one that looked about 40. The girl next to me looked very young, a gorgeous girl with brown hair who couldn’t have been older than 18. She seemed very timid and shy, and I made eye contact with her and smiled as she exposed her massive tits. Even her tits were gorgeous, with perfect pink erect nipples.

I got down on my hands and knees on the mat, and Joey bent down next to me and grabbed one my tits in his hands. I had to stifle an ecstatic moan as his hand grazed my nipple. His fingers were gentle, but his touch spent electric energy straight to my pussy. I found myself involuntarily pushing my breasts forward into his hands. “So I’m just going to put your breasts into each socket here, and when I turn on the machine, you’ll feel the suction.” He said with a smile. I felt my pussy quiver and start to get wet as I made eye contact with him. He had blue eyes, and I held eye contact as he held my tits, trying to tell him I wanted to fuck him without actually saying so.

I’m not usually this much of a slut, but something inside me had changed. Normally, I would never want a stranger to fuck me, especially not at 7:00 in the morning, but now, it’s all I could think about. I was getting so horny and wet that I wanted to pull his pants down and have him fuck me right here.

He put my tits in, flipped a switch on the machine, and took a step back. “Ahhhh!” I moaned, before I could think to stop myself. The feeling of the machine sucking on my tits was amazing. Immediately, my pussy was throbbing, and I could feel my underwear becoming soaked with my pussy juice.

I could hear the moans of the other girls too as they started milking. The young hucow next to me moaned loudly and shut her eyes in ecstasy.

I heard the lead farmhand, who had spoken before, say “Okay now ladies, the machines are pumping and the process takes about a half hour. These farmhands are also here to perform special services. You see, hucows get extremely horny when they are milking, and often times need a farmhand to relieve them. Hucows also provide more and better tasting milk when they have orgasms during milking, so it’s highly encouraged that you let the farmhands help you. If you want it, just ask.”

As escort bahçelievler he finished, the older hucow, a couple stations down, cried out “Oh yes! Please yes, fuck me right now! I need to be fucked!” The farmhand behind her started pulling down her pants before unbuckling his own. The sound of her moans of pleasure filled my ears over the sound of the machines. My pussy was throbbing, and all I could think about was how amazing it would be to have my farmhand, Joey, stick his cock in me. I looked over to the young hucow next to me. She was looking at me with tears in her eyes. Then she turned to her farmhand and said “Please fuck me, now!”

As I watched, the farmhand slid her shorts off of her and threw them to the side. She had beautiful flawless milky skin, and a nice, round, plump ass. Her farmhand got on his knees and put his cock at her entrance. I could see that she was already dripping wet, her pussy juice slowly running down the side of her leg. He slowly pushed inside of her, and she moaned out in pleasure next to me. The farmhand gradually increased his speed, and the girl let out short moans each time his cock slammed into her pussy.

At this point, I couldn’t take it anymore. Now I’m no slut, but at that moment I needed Joey’s cock. I turned my head to the side to look at him in the eyes. “Get these pants off me and fuck me,” I said. Joey grinned and obliged.

He quickly slid my pants off of both feet, took his own off, and knelt behind me. I felt like such a dirty slut, my tits being sucked by the milking machine, and my ass completely exposed to Joey. He put both hands on my ass cheeks, and I could feel him spread my ass to get a better look. “Just fuck me already!” I moaned.

Joey grabbed his cock and slowly put the tip into my pussy. The pleasure was almost too much to bare. I bucked my hips and slammed them back into his cock, forcing himself inside of me. I let out a loud moan of pleasure. Everyone in the room was moaning and grunting, 8 hucows and the 8 farmhands fucking them.

Joey didn’t move, and just let me slam my ass back onto his cock. Every time I went back, I could feel his dick going deep inside my pussy and filling me up. I kept slamming back into him, loving the little grunts he made with each one. I could feel the pressure building in my pussy, and I went crazy, gyrating my hips in a wavelike motion to get every inch of his dick in me as deep as it would go. “Joey, I’m going to cum!” I said.

“Cum on my cock like the dirty little hucow slut you are,” was his reply. And that sent me over the edge. I clenched my pussy tight as I felt my orgasm approach, the energy rushing to my head and making my eyes roll back. I heard Joey cry out as my pussy tightened around his cock, and he began violently thrusting into me, so much so that it hurt, but I didn’t care because it felt amazing at the same time. The milking machine was sucking my nipples, and with his cock in me, I let out a loud moan as I reached my orgasm. I could feel spurts of milk coming out of me as I came, adding to the pleasure. Joey quickly took his cock out of my pussy and walked over to the side of me and shoved his cock in my face. I opened my mouth and started sucking his dick, slobbering my tongue along his shaft as I moved my head up and down on him. He grabbed my head with both hands, and thrust deep into my mouth. I was gagging on his cock, fighting the urge to recoil away, but I couldn’t. I needed his cum in my mouth. I felt his dick twitch as he exploded in my mouth, and I slowly moved my head back, getting more and more cum on my tongue. I looked him in his eyes as he took his dick out, and I opened my mouth a little to let him see before I swallowed. I felt like the sexiest, sluttiest woman in the world, and I loved it.

To my left, the young hucow was moaning in pleasure, and tears were trailing down her face. I watched as she orgasmed, and her legs began to shake as her farmhand thrust into her. I’m assuming he nutted in her, because afterwards he pulled out and took a few steps back.

By now, everyone was finishing up. The hucows looked exhausted, all of us taken by surprise by our first milking session. The machines all stopped humming, and we all pulled our tits out and stood up. The farmhands looked at us and smiled.

Now I knew why all the other hucows showed up naked to their milking sessions.

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The river runs strong and free, carving out rock and the very earth, forever shaping the land.

The surface broke, and the king of the river rose with a mighty splash to greet the humanoid figure that was approaching the river.

‘Welcome, boy,’ Achelous said, and as he laughed the stream joined in with him. ‘Another one of love’s fools. Come to reclaim your sweetheart.’

The river king was a sight to behold. Ten times larger than any man, he had four long scaly arms, each with an enormous, jagged claw. His head resembled that of a crocodile, except his teeth were long and sharp as knives, and his eyes, fixed upon the youth in front of him, burned a bright fiery red.

From one of his arms dangled the girl Deianira, soaking wet, her dark hair stuck to her face, her expression one of distinct annoyance.

‘Would you stop going in and out of the water like that, you brute!’

‘Silence! You are addressing the god of this river, mortal!’ Achelous’ voice was a gravelly hiss.

‘Yeah? Of this whole river? Well, colour me impressed,’ Deianira crossed her arms.

‘Silence!’

Achelous glanced at the young man. He was tall for a human, and looked fit enough, although his youth and inexperience were painfully obvious. His face was smooth and gentle, and not a single scar blemished his naked chest, worse: he hadn’t even brought a weapon.

Achelous almost felt a tinge of pity. Too many young people nowadays grew up with the stories of the great heroes, and it inevitably led to delusions of grandeur.

‘Pff, begone you, and leave this wench. She can’t possibly be worth your life, boy.’

He only received a blank stare in return.

‘A bit slow, are you. Well let me make this clear. You are about to challenge Achelous , god of this mightiest of rivers, I have seen civilisations rise and fall at my banks, only existing at my mercy, slaves to my whims, and you, boy, will die by my hand, lest you scarper and leave this worthless female to her fate!’

As though riled by his words the waves became wilder, they buckled, and water itself rose from the river, took the shapes of gigantic beasts, dragons and serpents, all of whom began to posture and roar, and took up formation behind their lord and master.

The young man looked at Deianira, and appeared to be deep in thought.

The lack of reaction threw Achelous off a tad.

‘You might consider running away now. I mean I’ve got time and all, but really, this is quite unorthodox.’

The boys face lit up, and he cleared his throat.

‘There!’ he shouted suddenly, pointing down river. ‘Fiends! They’re polluting the water!’

‘What!’ Achelous and his hordes collectively turned their hideous heads.

The young man moved. There was blur, lasting at most the fraction of a second, shooting across the river to the other side, and there stood the young man, Deianira safely in his arms. Gently he lowered her to the ground.

‘Hey!’ Achelous turned around. ‘Get them!’

The god and the beasts jumped forwards, bearing claws and fangs capable of tearing the strongest metal and slicing apart the highest mountains, waves formed behind them large enough to wipe out small cities, and in their rage they let loose all of it, directing it right at the reunited couple.

Deianira escort taksim winked at the approaching forces of the river god, and mischievously stuck out her tongue. Her young lover drew back a single fist. Then he punched, and the earth shook.

The force of the strike ripped apart the watery creations, and sent trees, earth, the very river and its inhabitants flying, wept up a violent, raging storm. When it had finally calmed down there was only dust left, slowly settling on a massive crater, at the bottom of which lay Achelous. All of his arms broken, and with his snout bent in a painful-looking way, he whimpered pitifully.

‘H-how? W-what are you? W-what in H-hades’ name are you?’

‘Sorry, did I forget to mention,’ Deianira said, peeking out from behind the man.

‘This is Heracles, mightiest of all heroes, son of Zeus, king of the gods. You might consider running away now.’

There was a shrill, high-pitched shriek, and the water came rushing back in, filling the crater, and leaving behind the now somewhat differently shaped river, calm and serene.

Deianira looked at the uprooted trees and the shattered rocks.

‘You could have held back a little more,’ she said.

Heracles shrugged.

‘He did say he was a god, I just wanted to make sure. Although you could have told him who I was earlier. I think he would have left you alone.’

‘That would’ve been no fun, my little hero,’ she said, and pinched Heracles’ firm bottom. ‘Why didn’t you tell him?’

‘I-I thought he’d recognise me to be honest,’ Heracles frowned.

‘Aww poor you.’

Heracles stroked his chin.

‘Maybe I should go back to wearing the lion pelt,’ he mused.

‘Nope,’ said Deianira.

‘But people recognise it, it’s like a trademark.’

‘It stinks of wet cat, also the blood of your enemies, it’s gross is what I’m saying.’

Heracles shrugged again.

‘Whatever, let’s get you back to your father. He’s promised me a feast. You know, kings always feast when I’m around. What’s up with that?’

The king, in his eternal gratitude, had truly outdone himself, and even Heracles, rather a connoisseur of banquets, ended up more than satisfied. It wasn’t until long after midnight that, full of pork and copious amounts of wine, he and Deianira made their way to the princess’ quarters.

Servants had dutifully stoked the fire, and when the couple finally arrived the room was warm and bathed in golden light.

‘Why did all those women want to dance with me,’ Heracles asked.

‘Have you looked at a mirror lately?’ Deianira asked, and regretted it right away.

‘Yes, this morning. Why would-?’

‘Forget it. It doesn’t matter. You are mine, and don’t you forget it, son of Zeus.’

Heracles smiled brightly.

‘Of course I am.’

He sat down on the silky sheets, and the bed creaked under the demigod’s weight.

‘You’re so pretty wearing that,’ he said, staring shamelessly at her light blue robes, which accentuated Deiranira’s feminine curves, and left decidedly little to even Heracles’ limited imagination.

‘Yeah? Wait till I’m not wearing it.’

Deianira quickly crossed the room, and jumped into Heracles’ arms. His body was like a statue, did not budge escort topkapı in the slightest. She placed her small hand on his chest, even without exerting any effort it was hard and unyielding as a castle. Deianira felt a stir beneath her own bosom.

‘Kiss me,’ she said, secure in the knowledge that he would.

Heracles leant down, and pulled her close, his arms inescapable vices. Deianira was pressed up against her forehead touched Heracles’, and she felt the power in his fingers although he was caressing her back with the utmost care. They kissed, and it was good and long, Deianira playful and forward, and Heracles following her lead, responding to every little movement.

She pulled back, saliva still fresh on her soft lips. Heracles went right for another but Deianira put a finger on his lips, stopping him in his tracks.

She pulled on a strap on her shoulder, and the robes slid off her upper body, revealing a heaving breast, not large, but soft and tender.

‘Impatient, are we,’ she smiled, and gently parted his lips.

She felt his warm tongue against her finger.

‘Good,’ she said. ‘I want it nice and wet.’

With the moist finger she stroked her tit, and watched the excitement on her lover’s face as the nipple hardened right away.

She reached over, and took his arm.

‘Go on,’ she guided it towards her, and an enormous palm began to squeeze her sensitive breast.

He was careful as he always had to be so as not to crush the mortals he dealt with on a daily basis.

Finally desire flickered behind his eyes. A spark had ignited passion. Deianira felt his grip on her thigh, the hand sliding in under her robes. Soft, quivering and moist, her womanhood melted under his touch, opened invitingly, posing no resistance to the eager hand.

Heracles knew not to take things too far, not yet. Obediently he pulled back his fingers, ran them across Deianira’s stomach, leaving a trail of her warm sticky juices.

His hands became blurs and fabric ripped like wet paper, and with her heart beating as though of fright Deianira saw the tattered remains of her robes fall off.

A barely muffled grunt, and Heracles tore away his loincloth with out taking his eyes off Deianira’s naked form. Blood rushed into a frightening member, and it rose from its sleep, tense and rigid.

‘Heracles,’ her words were soothing, calming, and at the same time she was so very eager to experience this man unrestrained, unshackled just for once.

Deianira reached out, felt the throbbing manhood, twitching violently under her touch, radiating heat and strength, and she grasped it with both of her hands, and stroked and played, and could almost see the flames she was stoking within Heracles.

‘Your mouth,’ he said almost sounding pleadingly, but not really.

Something ancient stirred deep within, was taking over his mind.

Deianira pressed her tiny lips against it, her kiss was drop of water against the sun. His grin was full of anticipation, and when he could feel her tongue against his member, his eyes lit up brighter and brighter. Deianira tasted him, tasted the length of the shaft, willing took in his scent, bathed in it, revelled in it. She opened wide, and enveloped the tip, escort şirinevler her tongue circling the head, spreading natural lubricant. She felt his grip, and was pushed towards him, slowly, patience and care still triumphing over base, carnal wants.

Not even halfway and Deianira gagged pitifully. She persevered, moved back and forth, massaged the mighty pole with her lips and tongue, teasingly bit down, and delighted in his moans and growls of pleasure.

‘Let’s do it,’ a guttural quality to his voice, not a request, but the mere vocalisation of a deep-seated, feral desire. ‘Like last time.’

Deianira pulled back, and gave him only the tiniest of nods, so caught up was she in the possibilities, the dangers, the lust. She let out an involuntary scream when Heracles flipped her over, and her entire being trembled as the mighty hand closed around the back of her neck.

He grabbed her bum with such a force that for a second the feeling was gone from her left leg, and Deianira only just managed to keep her balance.

Her labia trembled, wet and dripping her vagina squirmed under the pressure of Heracles rubbing it with his thumb.

A tingling radiated out from her spine as she felt the tip knocking against a tunnel too small, and there was a whimper of pleasure, pain and fear.

She felt herself stretching, felt her whole body aching for a chance to accommodate the intruder, yearning to be filled by his very essence. Her legs were lifted up, pushed apart, and she hung in mid-air, and the invasion went on. More, deeper, wider. Her screams louder, the tension unbearable.

In. Out. Farther in. Farther. Farther. A relentless assault on a willing victim.

‘Go! Go deeper!’

Muffled groans, and thrust after thrust.

Deianira shrieked, her limbs were cramping, her muscles spasmed uncontrollably, and the force of his pounding shook her body like a rag doll, every movement built and built up the mounting tension, not every ounce of Deianira’s willpower would be able to hold back the blast of ecstacy soon.

‘I can’t! I’m gonna-!’

‘Grr!’

If he had wanted to slow down, he couldn’t do it.

A rush of pleasure, which eradicated the pain like a forest fire, and a burning heat from deep within her. Deianira floated in the sudden calm of bliss and happiness, relinquished all control of her body, and watched it collapse as though from the outside. Her legs were jelly, and she lay on her side, unable to lift a single limb, staring with grateful awe at the mighty figure that towered above her.

‘Nice,’ she was hoarse from screaming.

Heracles didn’t look at her. His eyes were closed, and he took deep, regular breaths through his nose, his lips moved, a chant, a mantra. She saw his hands gripping the stone bed. Done. He opened his eyes, and his stare met Deianira’s. The flames were gone.

‘Very nice,’ gently he stroked her cheek and smiled. ‘I wish you wouldn’t always take it so far.’

‘You’re just so irresistible,’ she said still gasping. ‘Besides you’ve got a great handle on things.’

Small pieces of marble fell from his fingers, and Deianira turned to where on her bed his hands had been, and she saw large chunks missing, crumbled too nothing but dust.

‘For now,’ he said, looking serious.

‘Ha! We’ve barely started, son of Zeus. I’ll have you yet, you hear me.’

Heracles glanced at his diminishing erection.

‘I would like that,’ he said.

They kissed, and Heracles held his love tight, and for the millionth time he vowed he would never, ever let her go.

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Bill Merryweather made a quick exit out of the precinct and headed for his car. He swung the car out onto the road and headed for home, hot with anticipation of the following day. It was after 1a.m. by the time he arrived. He opened the door of the brownstone and climbed the stairs. It was unlikely he would sleep much now he had the first real clue to ponder. He opened the door to his apartment, slung his coat on the hallstand and went through to the kitchen. He selected an English beer from the icebox and sat down. His cell-phone rang. It was Hernandez.

“Hey Mez, I can’t sleep. Can I come over for a beer and discuss the case?”

“Of course,” he said deliberately coldly, not wishing to betray the delight he would feel having her in his home. “Bring some of that crap you yanks call beer. I only have the crap us Limeys call beer!”

Half an hour later Hernandez was standing at his door, her dark hair loose about her face and her big dark eyes lightly made up.

“Nice place,” she said. “The guard at the street gate was packing a bazooka!”

“It’s designed to stop cars crashing the gate. But even I think it’s a little excessive”

He poured her a beer and placed it on a coaster.

“You look great,” he said nervously, looking at her white blouse, blue skirt and expensive low-heeled shoes.

“Thanks Mez. Didn’t know you was lookin’. You Limeys don’t say much personal stuff.”

“I’m middle class Hernandez.” He said, a rich vein of irony in his voice. “We’re still quite reserved even these days. You wouldn’t catch me saying anything like you look great, or you are very attractive dressed like that, or when I look carefully I can see the real woman behind the badge.”

She smiled.

“Jees Mez. Are you coming on to lil’ ‘ol me?”

“Would that be a problem? I know its awkward with us working together but lately I have been having thoughts.”

“Go on.” She said seriously, her face changing from one of surprise to one of real interest.

“Well I have to confess I have had these thoughts since I first saw you. I find it difficult to partner someone I’d like to make love to if I was honest.”

She was silent for a while, and then slowly she smiled again and reached across the table and stroked his face.

“You ain’t alone Mez. I’ve bin’ wondering ’bout you too. Why don’t you jus take me through to your bedroom and we can show each other in detail whats buggin’ us? Lets worry about partnerships tomorrow.”

Nadia was full, almost drunk on the blood. She had emptied Mandy and half drained Lana. Lana was lying in a pool of blood, still gurgling through a large hole in her throat. Nadia walked through to the bathroom and got in the shower to soap away the blood. She was too full to think of how to dispose of the two women but they would be missed. If Jason were there he would have severed their heads and tumbled their bodies down the linen chute. But Nadia wasn’t bothered just yet, she was too busy cradling her full belly and enjoying the afterglow of an evening well spent.

Bill took Hernandez into the bedroom and slowly undressed her, savouring every moment of her body being unveiled. First she kicked off her shoes, and then he unbuttoned her blouse. She watched his hands as they quickly slipped her out of it, then sliding his finger down her waist and over her belly to unhook the belt of her skirt. Underneath her underwear was plain cotton. Expensive natural fibres. Her bra went first, making him sigh with delight as they released her breasts. Firm full and self-supporting even without their cover. Then he escort kağıthane sank to his knees to slip of her briefs revealing a neatly trimmed triangle of wiry pubic hair. He licked her dark belly, already lost in the fantasy of her Hispanic skin. Her hair tickled his face as she bent down to kiss the top of his head. He stood up, slipping off his shirt and pants. Then he kissed her gently on the lips. Her eyes closed and she smiled up at him. She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled down his shorts. His cock, large enough and almost hard sprung up and waved about a few inches from her face. She reached out and took it in both hands, gently massaging the foreskin back and forth. He joined her on the bed and kissed her.

Nadia climbed out of the shower, dressed and made her way down to the lobby. With her cape to protect her identity she decide she would just leave. Mandy would not turn, she had not drunk of Nadia, and Lana would be dead of blood loss quite soon. Besides, it had been a while since she had lived dangerously, and it was about time she started again. She knew Jason would go mad, but why should she answer to him?

They continued to kiss, tongues probing. He slid his arms around her, drawing his mouth from hers. He traced the line of her jaw, using his lips and tongue. Then he licked her big chestnut nipples, moving lower and lower until I had a mouthful of her pubic hair. She wriggled as his tongue probed her pussy. In reply she pushed him back, his prong of a tool waving about in front of her. She slid her tongue up the inside of his leg, quickly flicking over his balls, and down the other side. She came back to his cock, taking it in her hot mouth. She engulfed it quickly, sliding down over it as far as possible. She used one hand to cup his balls, playing with them, the other helped to limit the depth of his gentle thrusts in to her throat. He was harder than ever before

She removed her mouth and climbed onto the edge of the bed and offered her pussy to him. He parted the lips of her cunt and flicked his tongue against her clit again, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. He moved up her body and began sucking her nipples for a second time, then slid his lengthy meat inside her. It was just how she had imagined it. Thick and hard, throbbing away inside her wet and wanton slit

“Bite them, go on,” She giggled, feeding her nipples in to his mouth. “Fuck me harder you Limey bastard.!”

Bill obliged with a barrage of good long hard strokes until he could feel Hernandez’ orgasm boiling up inside her like lava from a volcano. To his delight she started to shout the most obscene things and dig her nails in to his back. He could practically feel her cum seeping out but he held on to his own.

Nadia was safe. She was out on the street and part of the flickering shadows once again. She sensed the weather was about to break and ducked in to an ally. A clap of thunder was quickly followed by a torrent of rain. The fires by the river would soon be out. Then she heard a noise behind her and turned to see a gang of four mutants appear from behind the dumpsters, boxes and trashcans.

“Looks like were going to have ourselves a gang bang!” said the tallest. His dark hair swept back from his handsome pale face revealed a set of haphazard scars. He laughed revealing perfect white teeth bracketed by a pair of deliciously long fangs.

Bill returned his mouth to her hot cunt and began to work in earnest. She came quickly. He lifted his face up, wet with her juices and commented that it was pretty fast, how she must have escort beyoğlu been really ready. She told him that he had no idea how much she had wanted him to fuck her. The she gripped his length and wanked it gently, explaining how her showerhead had been her only pleasure lately and that she wanted him in every hole

“Even here,” she purred fingering the little brown bud of her arse. “It’ll be my first time and I want you to do it. I’ve always wanted to know what its like.”

He turned her over and she presented her bottom to him, asking if he would like to fuck her deep. He knew he wouldn’t have to be asked a second time. He pulled her up on her knees, and knelt behind her, stroking her buttocks and her pussy. Then he slid his hands underneath her, touching her breasts. Then he brought his cock up against her arsehole, but at the last minute, changed position and pushed into her pussy. She was really into being teased. Merryweather was driving his cock in fast and hard. He began to move in and out, occasionally sliding out and rubbing the head against her sphincter. He moved faster and faster, and as he touched her rim again she pushed back hard against him. The tip of his cock was forced into the first inch of her butt. It was really tight and the un-lubricated friction was too much. His cock was just too big to go any further. She groaned in disappointment, begging him to push harder. He did but she squealed, and he stopped. Once more he tried, gaining only half an inch. It was a great sight, Hernandez beautiful arse with his rock hard tool wedged in it. The more she wriggled and pushed, the bigger and harder he got until the skin of her tidy little rim looked as though it would split. Her eyes were watering, and she was sobbing half in pain and half in frustration. He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a bottle of hand cream. He pulled his cock out from its neat little sleeve of bum flesh and then spread the improvised lubricant on his cock until it glistened. He turned her over and knelt on the bed, handing the lube to her. This time he was sure he wouldn’t disappoint her. She squeezed some of the lube onto her anus as he watched. She spread some around the entrance, and slid a finger in, moving it back and forth. It looked so good; the anticipation had almost reached the frustration point. He added a second finger, both of them loosening her passage.

“Now, do it now!” She hissed at him turning back over, her blooming, shiny bottom inches from his face.

He placed his cock at the entrance to her ass and started to push against it. With a lot of effort the head slipped in. To his amazement she started to come just from that. He pushed harder, and she pressed back against his cock. Slowly, his cock slid in until he could feel her tighten against him, all the way in. He couldn’t believe the feel of her deep inside her arse. He began to move back and forth slowly, his cock seemed to push deeper with every thrust. His hands grasped her hips, pulling her hard against him with each stroke. He slid one hand down to her pussy, stroking her clit.

Then he stopped and his wad of cum pulsed out deep inside her. Hernandez groaned like she was dying as his cream filled her passage. She could feel the spunk jetting out inside her. The pulse of rippling cock was subtly flexing her sphincter. He pulled it out on Hernandez’ last groan, letting the semen drip down her legs and on to the peachy little pussy below.

She turned over and pulled him down on her.

“I ain’t ever been fucked like that before.” She gasped. “I thought I was goin’ escort esenler to scream.”

They lay there together and talked for a while. Their minds a million miles away from their jobs.

Nadia had allowed them to hold her down and pull open her cape to reveal her short black dress. She was only playing with them. None of them had the strength to restrain her if she didn’t want them to. The leader knelt down between her long legs, and held them apart. He was fumbling with the zip of his combat trousers. He reached inside the bulge and hauled out a cock three inches wide and as long as a snake.

“Look at this bitch. It’s not just the teeth that make me a mutant!”

His companions laughed, though he was shocked to see that she showed no fear as he brandished his tool. He’d never raped a woman yet that hadn’t cried at the thought of his eighteen-inch monster cleaving their pussy lips apart. He reached beneath her hem and wrenched the black thong aside to reveal Nadia’s newly depilated slit. He looked up at his friends.

“This is one expensive pussy boys.”

Then he forced his tip between her smooth dry lips as hard as he could with the express wish of hurting her. Nadia feigned pain. His hands squeezed her thighs and he thrust again burying ten inches inside her. She moaned as the girth forced her pussy lips apart, abrading them as it went. He speeded up, each thrust becoming quicker and harder. His actions would have shredded a normal woman, but Nadia just lay back and enjoyed the fuck this monster was giving her. She felt the ripples of pleasure rising quickly from deep inside her tunnel and the throbbing excitement of her positively abused clitoris moving down to meet them. When they touched she clamped her thighs shut.

“Jesus Christ,” he roared. “The bitch is fucking coming!”

He pulled his length out of her and aimed at her face. With one jerk of his hand the biggest jet of semen she had ever seen leapt out and caught her on the cheek. Then another hit her forehead almost straight away. She closed her eyes quickly as a big drop of cum hit her nose. She could hear his grunts of satisfaction as he wanked out his load all over her face. A load that was as unreasonably large as the cock that provided it. Nadia loved it, slurping the dribbles of spunk off her lips with her pointed tongue, and then tilting forward to suck the last few drops from the mutant’s meat. Then another came over whilst she sucked and entered her pussy from behind. She was wet as hell and the other cock slipped in with no trouble. Then two more approached. Suddenly Nadia was aware that the dawn was fast approaching, a sulphurous glow was creeping up over the horizon.

The Enforcer rolled slowly along the street, the morning news on the radio.

“This morning the latest carnage in the mutant gang wars is in the form of three murdered gang members found in an alley well beyond their established territory. Police say all three were beaten to death. A passer by said they had seen them terrorising a young women only hours before they were found. The gang leader, Robert Baranowski, known as Bela because of his vampire like appearance was not among the dead. “

Merryweather was secretly pleased. That was three less to worry about.

“Are you ok Hernandez?” He asked quietly.

” I sure am Mez.” She said smuggly.

“You are going to see me again aren’t you? Socially I mean?”

“I sure am, and if you keep doin’ what you did to me last night. You ain’t going to be able to shake me.”

“Good,” he laughed. “Then I will!”

As the car rounded the corner, the apartment block loomed up before them. A black glass and granite obelisk silhouetted against the morning sky. Merryweather smiled.

“I’ve got a feeling we’re on to something.”

To be continued…

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Night of Desire

The sun dipped low into the sky over the stone-clad human Capital, home of a multitude of races, bathing the city in a reddish-gold hue. People out on the streets were bustling home before night fell, they waved farewell to friends and called their children to their sides. The night was rapidly approached, the first set of stars appeared in the paling light. The town crier detailed the events of the day to the denizens. Dwarves, Gnomes, Elves, Humans, and even Worgen are all welcome in the city.

On the outskirts of the Cathedral District, on the canal side, a lone watch repairman was putting the finishing touches on his last order for the day. He fixed the screws into place before he clasped the back of the now working watch closed. He took off his magnifying glasses, sighing softly in happiness. It gave him such comfort and serenity to fix things. He went over and turned the sign over on his door to read closed. He locked the door, turning each of the five locks that had been installed for safety reasons. Ollie’s attire fitted him well, a white shirt with an embroidered leather apron hugged his torso. He wasn’t anything too much to look at, but those close to him knew the secret he kept underneath his human exterior. His slacks were tailored neatly since a customer could walk in anytime he was tinkering. He heard some movement upstairs and smiled a bit, pulling the curtains over the windows before going up. His roommate and partner in the shop, the jewelry maker Kithastia, was putting a meal on the table: venison and cheese. The simple table was set, a puny vase with two flowers sat escort sultangazi freshly inside it. Their dark hair was pulled back and out of the way from working all day. Minimal make-up smattered her pretty face, she knew exactly how to make the best of what she had. She smiled at Ollie and they ate a quick, nearly silent dinner.

They both clean up and Ollie got into bed, he opened a book to read a chapter or two. The apron was now hung up, and work clothes neatly folded for the next day. Kith sat on her side of the large bed, polishing a silver chain on which hung an elaborately made pendant encrusted with emeralds and sapphires. Ollie looked over at it, his head tilted to the side slightly.

“That looks very nice, Kith.”

“Thanks.” She smiled at him, a little flustered. Her pajamas hugged her body, the fabric folding over itself and wrapped around her curves as she shifted. She set it down on the bedside table on her side after a few moments. Ollie put his book on his table and went to pull his blanket over him when he saw that Kith had moved closer, alarmingly close.

“Wha-” he started to say before her mouth met his in a swift moment, hard. Heat rose to his face, he hadn’t gotten used to their relationship and still felt slightly awkward around women. Still, he returned the pressure lightly while she put her arms around him, leaning him back into the pillows. His hands rested on her arms, not quite sure still where to put them. Her own hands caressed him while she continued her relentless assault at his mouth, kissing him passionately.

Her hands escort fatih moved under his shirt, ceasing her kissing so that she could pull it off of him. His cheeks were still tinged red and she smiled lovingly at him. “Sorry, but I can’t resist you. It’s been too long.” He chuckled softly, beginning to touch her back, he caressed her breasts through her shirt. She lingered her fingertips along with the tone muscles of his chest, kissing him again. She arched her back to press her breasts further into his hands, her own maneuvered down to undo his belt. The next few minutes passed in a haze of lust as they stripped each other’s clothing. After they were both naked, she kissed down his chest. His breathing got heavier even after she ran her tongue along the tip of his cock, causing it to jump slightly in reaction. Her fingers curled around the base of it as she took him into her mouth, eliciting a small moan from his lips. She worked at it eagerly, making it grow larger and thicker. She pumped the base as she sucked merrily on his tip, her fingers traveled to her own nether regions to rub herself, getting ready to rock his world.

She crawled back upon him. He wrapped his arms around her waist as she positioned herself astride him, guiding his hard cock to the entrance of her moist pussy. She adjusted herself slightly, guiding the head into her with a small sigh. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. She slowly descended, taking more of him into her. Once he was buried inside her hot pussy, she leaned down to brush her lips gently against his and showed the last of her escort etiler gentleness. She began to ride him hard, slamming her hips down on his, his cock driven hard and deep inside of her. Her moans echoed throughout the room, sometimes mixed with his. He was surprised at her wanton ways and wondered how this sweet girl could become a savage cat at night time.

Beads of sweat dripped down her body as she used his cock for her own selfish ways, riding him relentlessly. He reached a hand up to play with her breast gently, the other gripped her hip, helping her to impale herself with his cock. She rocked onto him harder and faster, her face furrowed in concentration as she approached her orgasm. She cried out suddenly, giving her loudest moan yet as her pussy tightened up around him and her body shuddered with pleasure. She started to slow down, but Ollie had other ideas.

He placed his hands on her hips and moved them back and forth, thrusting his cock up into her as her orgasm started to subside. She moaned, leaning down over him so that he could use her body for himself. He pressed his face into her neck and pumped her like there’s no tomorrow. After a few minutes, he rolled her onto her back and crawled on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he plowed into her pussy again, fucking her hard and fast. He reached down and grabbed her ass so that he could pull her up to meet him as he thrusts inside of her. After an assault of heavy pounding, he started to groan. She orgasms again, hard, the muscles in her slick pussy contracting again. At this, he buries himself deep inside of her as his seed spews out into her, filling her pussy. She sighs softly after their shuddering has subsided. He rolls off of her and she cuddles up against him, his arm around her. Their sweat entangled bodies slow down, breathing returning to normal. They fall asleep without saying a word.

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Nigkala Tales Pt. 15: Rocky Road into Kombat

Where I meet daughters I didn’t know I had

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The National Mountain Climber Society was holding a charity auction to support the families of those killed by the mountains. They had asked me if I would be willing to contribute anything. I said I would provide some things. Having planned for this, I went to the basement storage to pull out my Everest gear. Eventually, I settled on my climbing boots, the two ice picks, and my coat. However, I also found the obsidian token the mountain gave me. How could I have forgotten it? I put everything else back, and would ship the gear off, along with my attestation that they were used on my climb to the summit.

The obsidian, on the other hand, I took with me to the sauna. “Queen Inanna, I have been given a message for you.”

“Oh? Who would do this?”

“Not a who, so much as a what.”

“Even stranger. Tell me.”

“When I climbed Mount Everest, I encountered the spirit of the mountain. It watched me. I knew of your history with Ebih. Apparently it did also. The spirit was wary of me, as it sensed your hand upon me, but it was patient. For my part, knowing nothing of it at the time, I partook of the customary prayers for a good climb, and I asked for safe passage. I sensed the question of ‘why’, so I told it. When I reverently removed Jack’s body from his cairn, and prayed to An for the others to remain safe, An responded. Then I waited reverently in silence and respect. That is when the spirit first spoke to me. It asked what boon I sought, and I told it I sought nothing it did not want to give. It chose to return respect for respect. Then it had me place my hand into the rock, where it gave me a token of its respect. Afterwards, it said, ‘I am not made to bend, but if you respect me, I shall return that respect. Please tell your lady I have no wish for trouble.'”

“Ebih is old news. Very old news. I got over it and put it behind me long ago. Apparently, the mountains have longer memories. I was younger then, and felt all should bow to me. But time has humbled me. I have learned to avoid futile fights, such as mountains that don’t bend. But knowing that this one is willing to show respect is surprising.”

“I think the mountains have learned to be wary of your anger, and don’t wish to be its target.”

“So, we have both changed. Very well, consider the message delivered. Perhaps I shall visit it soon.”

“I am also curious about the token. It is obsidian, but seems to hold spiritual power. I am unsure what to do with it.”

“Show me.” I picked it up, and focused my attention on it. “What is it with you?”

“My queen?”

“This token is a divine talisman as well. It is a lesser one, but still more powerful than a wizard’s talisman. And it is attuned to you. I shall look into it… No. It was given in respect, so I should show respect. Daughter, may I join you in exploring it?”

“Yes, my lady.”

Inanna’s presence filled my mind, and she guided me into exploring it. The first and most obvious power was a sense of the earth and rock near me. I would be able to sense the distance, the solidity, and other qualities as I focused on the earth. The second power was the ability to take on some of the nature of rock. Just what that meant, I would have to explore. The third and last power, was the ability to summon and dismiss solid rock.

Inanna said, “You can choose the shape you summon, but I don’t think you can summon rare rocks like jewels. No instant riches for you.”

“Perhaps not, but generating instant rock might be useful for something.”

“I leave that to you. Have fun exploring your new talisman.”

With that, I felt her presence leave. I decided to test the talisman by summoning it and dismissing it. I placed it at the far end of the bench, and summoned it. It came. When I dismissed it back, it went back to the far end. When I tried to sense rock, it was easy to tell where the rock was, and I could tell there were different kinds about. I could sense the heated rocks in the sauna, the concrete pavers on the patio, even the glass windows. But beyond that, I could tell there was rock all about me in the ground, but I could not tell what the various kinds were. Looked like a field trip or two, was in order.

I wasn’t sure if there was a wing of the museum dedicated to geology. Looking it up online, I found that they offered guided tours. Looking further in the details, it seemed like only male guides were available. Since I wanted lots of information, but few questions, I decided to dress in a top that fell open every time I bent over, as well as a skirt that rode higher when I bent over. Checking myself in the mirror, I saw I only needed thirty degrees to have a nipple in plain view, and forty-five for my vagina. I could see a little of my vagina directly escort taksim when I sat. Perfect. I placed my obsidian talisman in my purse and drove to the museum.

After entering, I wandered a bit until I found the geology wing. Asking a guard, I was directed to the tour desk. As I neared, I saw they had a pretty display of samples on a mirror on top of the desk, and there was a guy manning it. By eye, I thought I could stand in just the right place so that the mirror would let him look right up my skirt. When I arrived, I stood there, with my legs a bit apart to give him a good view.

His eyes quickly spotted the reflection, and without looking up, he said, “How may I help you, ma’am.”

“I would like a guided tour of your collection, with a knowledgeable gentleman to describe all about the various rocks.”

Still glued to the mirror, he said, “What would you like to tour?”

Oh, he was fun. I leaned down to speak to him face to face from only a foot away, and a little above. My upper tits were fully on display, and the nipples of the bottom ones also could be seen. I put a finger on his chin and raised it up a little. When he saw my tits, his eyes got bigger. I said, “I want a man to tell me all about the rocks here.”

“Okay, let me call him.” He got out his phone, and looking away very briefly, he called someone. “Hi Terry, got one for you…. She wants a tour. Description? Very tall, great tits, no underwear.” He realized what he said, and looked up at my face, still only a foot away, with a look of panic and embarrassment.

I pitched my voice to carry to whoever was on the phone, and said, “I like men who notice. Perhaps we can play later.” My nipples extended fully as I said that.

He must have heard from Terry, because he said, “Goodbye,” and put the phone back. Gulping, he asked, “Will there be anything else?”

“I’d like my ticket. I do so want to see lots of hard things today, especially if I can fondle some.” Oh, I am so bad today, but when they are so easy, I can’t help it. When he handed me my ticket, I said, “Thank you,” and stood back up. My top, however, didn’t recover my upper breasts because my nipples got in the way. The lower nipples, while they were in view, never came out, so were covered when I stood. Soon I heard someone almost running up to me, before slowing down to a walk.

“Hello, Miss. I understand you want a knowledgeable guide?”

I turned around, and the young man stared at my breasts. I said, “You must be Terry.”

“Uh… Yeah, I’m Terry. Um, lady, your shirt is…”

“What?” I looked down. “Oh dear, they escaped again.” I held the top with one hand, and briefly played with a nipple before stuffing that breast back under. I switched hands and did the same with the other. “They do so like the attention. Did you see how aroused they are?” Looking down at my breasts, I said, “Don’t worry, mama’s just going to cover you for a bit. You can come out and play later.” Leaning to whisper, I said, “Here’s my ticket. And please, call me Becky Sue.” While he was distracted, I used my mental power to touch his mind about minerals, rocks and such.

He replied softly, “Yes, ma’am, I mean Becky Sue.”

Standing tall again, I said, “Good, show me everything you have, the harder, the better.” I saw his cock twitch, so I grinned.

He led me into the hall, and told me about each exhibit. I asked lots of questions, and leaned over quite a few times, so I could point to various bits of rock. I studied each exhibit, using the talisman and my own senses, and memorized all the names and qualities he mentioned. When he placed his hand on my butt, I ignored it. He led me to a large table exhibit and encouraged me to touch various pieces, and he would explain them. As I did, he let my skirt slide up under his hand until his hand was on bare flesh. When I didn’t react and continued questioning, he started to feel me up. I spoke of the next rock, and he slid a finger into me. I used a bit of Inanna’s gift to cause everyone to ignore us. I stood up, after making sure my upper nipples were fully exposed. Turning part way around, I asked about the next table, so he led me there. His finger was still in me, so we slowly walked and talked. As I appeared to focus on the rocks, he added a second, then a third finger. I had to use some meditative focus to ignore my own body’s reactions.

This time, before I stood up, I unbuttoned my top all the way, and allowed all four breasts to be in full view. Breathing heavily, I said, “Looks like we have one more table. Show me.” I had to go slower, as it was even more difficult to walk with three fingers in me. When we finished there, I turned partially around, while fondling one breast. “Do you have any more exhibits? Perhaps in a back room?”

“Yes, we have some. See that Employee Only door, go there.” I did, fondling two breasts and walking slowly. I had him direct me. We entered and came to a table of rocks that were extras from the exhibit. He invited me to lean over and pick up escort topkapı one from the far end of the table. So I did, then leaning on my elbows, I looked closely at it. Knowing what was coming next; I focused even more on the rocks and tried to ignore my body. As I did, he withdrew his fingers. The next thing I heard was the dropping of his pants. Another moment and he buried his six-inch cock in me. Rather than use my hips to steady himself, he leaned on me and grabbed a pair of breasts. Soon he was pounding away, and kneading away. I just kept on asking questions. He didn’t even realize I was speaking in his mind, and reading the answers directly, as his conscious mind was focused on sex.

Then it happened. We came. I could feel my body spasm in orgasm. I could feel the pleasure in full, yet it was as if it was happening to someone else. When I locked into his mind, his consciousness wasn’t there. I could see with great clarity all he knew about rocks, and who knew more. This lasted a few seconds, and then his consciousness returned as though it had never left. Curious, but best looked into another time. He released my breasts and pulled out. I remained looking at the rock and asking questions, even as he pulled his pants back up.

There were two other areas he took me to, but he just looked as we spoke about the rocks. “Well, that’s all the rocks in this wing of the museum.”

“Okay, and thank you. Which way is out? I got all turned around.”

Just as we got to the door, Terry said, “Um, Becky Sue?”

“Yes?”

“Your top.”

I looked down. “Gosh darn it! It’s a mass breakout. Let me fix it.” I buttoned myself back up, pushing each breast back in after fondling my nipple a bit. “They are just too darn horny. I need to get laid soon.” Watching his jaw drop was priceless. “Do I look presentable?”

“Now you are.”

“Thank you.” As we went through the door, I whammied him to forget my name and appearance. While he was processing that and not looking, I walked away. I decided to leave the museum, and head to the jewelers I often sourced my jewel-making supplies. I knew he had a wide variety of stones, and that he would let me handle them with minimal supervision. But before actually leaving the museum, I called, and asked for an hour or two of his time. He checked his appointments, and said if I came at four, I could have the rest of the evening.

I had three hours to kill, so, remembering the café I ate the last time I was here, I headed for it. This time they had Mexican. Therefore, so did I. After the meal, I went for a traditional capirotada, as the spiced fruits and nuts added to the bread pudding sounded great. It was. Of course, I had to wash up after that meal, especially given how sticky some of the food was. Next stop, the library. I killed two hours reading about geology, and how rocks were made.

I arrived at the jeweler’s early. I told Arthur to find me in the tourist section. He was with someone, so just acknowledged me. I planned on making a bracelet. I felt this talisman should be the centerpiece of a beautiful one. I also wanted it to be sturdy, with other smaller stones to highlight it.

The customer left, and Arthur came over and said, “Hello, Becky Sue, how can I help you?”

I showed him the obsidian, and said, “I will be making a bracelet with this. I want to surround it with a number of different stones. Some shall be gemstones, and some ordinary lesser stones. Can you show me all the different stones you have, and tell me a little about them, while I examine them?”

“That is a tall order, as I have a lot of different stones. But I can begin with the lesser-known stones.”

“Why those first?” I began to focus on his mind to get the information about the stones.

“The well-known ones, you likely know something about, and you can also easily find information on. But the others are not as easy to find out about.”

“Oh. Thank you. So what is first?” As I was making a major effort to learn, he could sense my attention. I also asked relevant questions that showed I was listening. We continued for almost three hours, when Arthur decided to conclude his discussion.

“… and that is why quartz, though common, has become useful in electronics. Oh my, look at the time! I was supposed to close up shop an hour ago. My wife will kill me. We best finish.”

“I am so sorry. But I think I can help offset your lateness. I noted several gems and stones I would like to order. I still need to determine the sizes, but I can get that to you tomorrow or the next day.”

“I do appreciate that. My wife will still kill me, but she’ll get over it much faster knowing I stayed for a significant sale.”

“Then I best be getting along. See you soon.”

Back home, in my jewelry workshop, I used my computer to get info on the eight stones I selected. I then pulled up my art program to design the bracelet. Realizing how thick the obsidian talisman is, I initially decided to place four stones on the outside, and escort şirinevler four hidden inside a pair of secret spaces. That plan didn’t survive long. My final design used three-eighths inch stones set four on the left and four on the right, on a silver setting. I would score the mountain below, and my hang glider above. Within the scored lines, I placed obsidian dust and clear enamel to make them solid black lines. I pulled several small gems from my secret craft-safe. I emailed dimensions, cut, and other features of the gems I wanted but didn’t have. While I would spend about two to three thousand, I figured it would be appraised around twenty thousand with the additional gems and my work.

I then printed the pattern, using a light gray ink. This would let me freehand the drawing, while ensuring I left enough space for all the detail I wanted. When I checked in the next day, Arthur told me he would have to order two of the gems, but he had some alternatives that were close if I wanted to pay a visit. I went, taking the gems I already selected from my stash, and the printed design. Arthur was surprised I had such gems lying around.

“Where did you get all those gems?”

“I got them from some time spent in the Mideast. I also got some gold and silver, and I have mostly kept it for making my own jewelry. This will be in a silver setting. So why not pull out the gems you selected, and the ones that you think might be good?”

He returned after opening three different cases, holding two trays and one plain box with my name on it. He handed me the latter, and I opened it, and started examining them.

“These are the ones I had on hand that best matched your description.” He laid the two trays on the side, and said, “These are the ones I think are close, but don’t quite fit your description.”

I laid the pattern down, and placed my stones on it. I then placed the ones he had selected on the paper. Then I looked through both trays to see what would best fit with what I had, and placed them on the paper. “These will do.” I then placed each of his gems in the box, and asked him to ring them up. He put the trays away first, then picked up my credit card and walked over to the register. I collected my stuff, and met him at the counter, and signed for my purchase.

When we finished the transaction, he said, “I have something interesting that has recently gone expensive. I think you’d like to see it.” He then looked at me, and waited.

“Okay, you have got my interest. Show me.”

“It’s over here in the tourist section.” He walked over towards the front of the store, and pointed to a case displaying a number of earrings, many of which I had seen people wear. The difference was the jewels were real, the metals expensive, and the work high quality. He pointed one pair out.

“You’re right. It does interest me.” I saw the comedy and tragedy theater mask earrings I had designed, but produced by a company that I knew made high-end stuff. “When did these come out?”

“The basic version was first produced in limited numbers about three years ago. It didn’t sell that well until word spread to the college-theater crowd. That made it go viral, and when the video turned up of you wearing them for your Doctorate, well, overnight it became nearly mandatory for theater graduates. This high-end version came out a year ago, but I didn’t receive one until two months ago. I’ve sold thirty so far.”

“Nice. Thanks for showing me.”

“Thanks for stopping by. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you soon.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me. Well, goodbye.”

I left and went home. For the next two weeks, I worked on the design, getting the mountain and hang glider line art just right. I also got a lesson on rocks from three universities in the area. Their collections didn’t have many gems, but they did have a wide variety of stones. My ‘teachers’ were also quite knowledgeable, and they enjoyed my attire.

My agent derailed my plans with another role, with Lilith Ascends: Bad Company. The title character, Tina, would be facing off against a devil, summoned to do evil in the city. Before that fight, she has to get through his minions. I was also lead fight trainer and coordinator. For the next six months, I only had a day here and there I could spend on other things, but I just chose to rest.

Fortunately, Filipe reprised his role, and so we got a suite at the hotel, and could enjoy the amenities. He took care of my schedule, and ensured I got enough to eat. At night, we had sex sometimes, but other times I was too tired, and he just held me until I fell asleep. Occasionally, it seemed I could relax more when they filmed me. The sex scenes were actually the most relaxing.

It was while preparing to film the scene in the abandoned mine, that I noticed some mineral I thought I recognized low on one wall. I was examining the tunnel’s soundness when I spotted it. That night, I asked Filipe to see what was mined there. This mine produced Lake Superior Agates, whose value depended on quality. I suggested to Filipe we stay a day or two to collect some. He recommended getting official permission, so we could claim their full value. By the time the filming ended and everyone went home, Filipe had negotiated a week’s prospecting where we could keep everything we hauled out, for a thousand dollars.

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