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The personal slave chambers of Count Mevenmein were a place Eve usually tried to avoid. It was an open room on the second floor of the manor. Alcoves for her father’s preferred slaves lined two sides — each filled with cushions for the slaves to sleep on. Arched windows of stained glass lined the other two sides — depicting scenes of the three maidens and their three virtues: subservience, sensuality, and pain. By some strange magic or invention the windows didn’t seem to transfer heat, keeping the chambers warm and humid –almost sauna-like. Adding to the sauna feel was a heated bath. The bath dominated the center of the chamber, and a slave girl, her nude body glistening in the water, lounged in it. Flower petals floated on the water’s surface, and burning incense gave the whole room a heady, intoxicating smell. Combined with the heat and the damp, just walking in was enough to make Eve’s hips sway slightly and her skin start to sweat.

It was nicer — much nicer — than the quarters for the house slaves or the barns for the workers and pony girls. It was opulent compared to her own sparse accommodations. She always noticed the large down pillows that covered the slave’s alcoves, and felt a tinge of envy when she thought of her own thin straw mat on a stone floor. Her feelings were slightly stronger than envy when she looked at the beautiful stained-glass windows that glowed yellow and red when the light struck them, and compared them to her small, open portal that howled when the wind blew, and let in the winter’s chill.

All three of her father’s favorite slaves were there, and there was a sharp contrast between her and them. She now wore her ‘normal’ clothing: sandals and an off-white, thin tabard that tapered to a point just above her knees. It was thin enough to fit between her breasts, and her vagina and bottom could clearly be seen from the sides, but wearing something made her feel better than wearing nothing at all. She had also replaced the black bow tied around her neck, unsure of when it had come loose. Beyond that, she wore no jewelry or piercings.

Her father’s slaves were, in contrast, both more and less dressed. Their clothing was sheer — hiding nothing. The only true ‘clothing’ on them were the high heels they all wore — even the ones in the pool. The difference came in the jewelry. All of them were decorated with piercings, jewels, and thin chains that rested on breasts or hips or wrapped around their limbs. Everything was gold, silver, and sparkling gems. Eve couldn’t help but find it striking and alluring, even as another part of her thought about how difficult it would be to run with jewel crusted piercings hanging from her tits.

She recognized them all. The brunette sleeping in the alcove was Cock Kitten — a curvaceous, timid slave her father had favored for years. One of the three in the pool was a redhead named Eager Hump. Though Eve knew her better by her nickname: ‘Little Eve.’ A name the house slaves called her when their master wasn’t around. Her father had only had the girl for a little over a year, but there was a salacious rumor that he favored her because of her similar appearance to Eve. The slave girl was much shorter, had long hair, and was nowhere near as muscular as the pureborn. But, despite all that the similarity was undeniable. They shared the same striking red hair and bright green eyes, the same strong cheekbones. Even their noses had a similar slant. Of course, Eve didn’t believe the rumors that her father had chosen the girl because of the similarity. And even if she did, she had never been overly cruel to her. Sure, she had whipped her once or twice for minor offenses, and maybe she had volunteered the young slave to assist the men on a hunt or serve drinks in their chambers. But, there was no reason for her to keep nervously glancing at Eve out of the corner of her eye.

Finally, there was the blonde. Cum Puppy was her father’s favorite, and every woman in the manor knew it. She had golden hair that curled at the ends and hung seductively over bright blue eyes. Her breasts were firm and large with a slight upward slant, all over a thin waist and plump butt. More than her physical appearance though, every move she made seemed to tease sex. Her hips swayed as she walked, and she had a way of leaning close and staring up at people when they spoke to her. There were all sorts of rules that were beaten into slave girls — walking on tiptoes, bending their shoulders back to thrust out their chest, arching their back when they bent or crawled. Whenever Eve saw Cum Puppy, she knew the rules were there to get them to emulate what she did naturally.

“Oh,” Cum Puppy said, putting her fingers to her lips. “Eve, how good to see you. Though I am a bit surprised to see you walking. We all heard about what happened in the courtyard. How many men was that? Ten, twenty? It must have been so painful.”

Eve ignored her. Looking at Eager Hump, she said, “Cunt, my father prepared an attire for me. Where is it.”

“I — tuzla escort I don’t — ” she stammered.

“Eve,” Cum Puppy cried in a high pitched whine as she walked over to her. “Don’t be so cruel to poor Eager Hump. This cunt was put in charge of preparing you.” As she said ‘this cunt’ she ran her hands down her body, as if indicating what an honor it was to have ‘this cunt’ do anything for her. She smiled up at the pureborn, her tall, platform heels making her head level with Eve’s tits. “Master actually asked me to add a bit to the attire. This cunt has a few idea.” She smiled wickedly. “Some more painful than others.” She paused, looking Eve up and down. “Kiss me,” she ordered. The customary way for slaves of equal standing to greet each other.

Eve slapped her. It wasn’t hard, but it was enough shock her. Before she recovered, Eve bent down, and grabbed a bundle of her gold hair. She considered pushing the slave’s lips down to her lower lips, making Cum Puppy kiss her there, the way a slave of lower standing was supposed to greet a slave of higher standing. That would be much worse than a simple slap though, and she decided it wasn’t worth it. Instead, she pulled the slave up and kissed her, forcing her tongue into the slave’s mouth as Eve tried to emulate the forceful, aggressive kiss men usually used on her.

Eve let her go, and Cum Puppy stepped back, rubbing her cheek. Eve wanted her to get mad, maybe even run to their master to tell on her. The odds were fifty/fifty that he would punish Eve versus being mad at Cum Puppy for wasting his time. Unfortunately, Cum Puppy gave a mock sigh and looked at Eve pityingly.

“Poor master. It must be so hard to find a buyer for a cunt that can’t even remember she has a hole between her legs. Especially when she looks more like a fleshy tree than something anyone would want to fuck.”

“You bitch,” Eve said, taking a step towards her.

But she was already moving away, surprisingly fast on her platform heels. Her large breasts bouncing side to side as she moved towards a side room, presumably to ready whatever torture instruments she had prepared for Eve.

“Stupid cunt,” Eve muttered as she turned. She almost tripped over the kneeling form of Cock Kitten. The brunette was on her knees head bowed.

“Good afternoon mistress,” the brunette said. She leaned forward and brushed Eve’s tunic aside with her nose, kissing her directly on her pussy. She thought, just for a moment, that the slave lingered there just a bit too long, but just as she noticed it the slave was down and bowing again.

“You can stand, Cock Kitten,” Eve said. “I’m not your master. I’ve told you before not to act so formal with me.”

“Yes Mistress,” she said as she moved to her feet. She said, “Cum Puppy, Eager Hump, and myself were ordered to present you for tonight. You are to be bestowed upon Master Moldred.”

“So I heard,” Eve groaned. “I take it Cum Puppy was ordered to pick out the attire though?”

“She will pick something pleasing to the master’s eye. She knows all of us will be punished if we fail.”

“I’m not worried about how it looks. I’m worried about whether I’ll be able to walk tomorrow after wearing what that bitch picks for me.”

They both smiled at the comment, though they also knew it might not be too far from reality.

“You know,” Cock Kitten whispered, leaning closer to Eve. “Cum Puppy’s actually a bit on edge. Master has been favoring Eager Hump for his bed lately. I think she’s jealous.”

“You’re not going to start on this ‘Little Eve’ rumor, right? Just the idea of it makes me skin crawl.”

They both glanced at the redhead. She was busy drying off, and deliberately not looking at Eve.

“No, no. It’s just, Cum Puppy’s been the favorite for so long. I don’t think she knows what to do when she’s just another cunt.”

“Good riddance,” Eve whispered. “Maybe father will finally take my advice and turn her into a toilet for the stable boys.”

They both giggled.

“By the way,” Eve said, still laughing slightly. “You were in the carriage with my father earlier today, right?”

The brunette averted her eyes at the question, though Eve didn’t know why. “Yes miss,” she answered.

“Who was that woman with him?”

“This cunt does not know,” she answered. Her eyes were back on the ground, and she was speaking in the careful, humble tones of a good slave.

Eve raised an eyebrow. “But you were there. Did they talk?”

Again, a nervous shuffle. “Thi — this cunt is sorry miss. Something about taking someone. One of the other slaves? I’m sorry miss. It was all over this cunt’s head.”

“Literally,” Eve joked, not sure what was behind the change in Cock Kitten’s demeanor.

But Cock Kitten looked up at Eve with what almost seemed like fear.

Eve clarified, “Because you were on your knees. Get it? It was a joke.”

“Oh, of course.” She smiled, but Eve could tell it was forced, and her mind was pendik escort elsewhere.

Before she could inquire further, Cum Puppy’s voice called out in a mocking tone “Mistress, this cunt has returned with your attire for the night.” She walked in carrying a lead for a crawling slave girl. On the girl’s back was a gold chest. Cum Puppy led the girl over to Eve, as Cock Kitten and Eager Hump walked over and knelt beside her. “Behold,” she said, throwing the chest open.

Eve looked inside, and groaned.

–

Moldred stifled a yawn. The potion had left him exhausted, but also Mevenmein’s feast was a bore. It was the standard affair. The count sat on a raised dais, overlooking the hall. Two slave girls crawled around him — a redhead on his cock while a blonde sat on one arm of his chair with her legs around him, alternating between feeding him and kissing his neck and ear. The man looked haunted, and did his best not to glance at the knights.

Moldred’s arrival had been disappointingly uneventful. The sun was starting to set when they finally entered the manor, and the Count was already waiting for them. Three knights in full armor on horseback were impressive, though slightly less impressive than a few hundred slave girls and men-at-arms all standing at attention behind you. Their criers had both called out their titles and the terms of the duel, and then Mevenmein had invited them in for a feast. No surprise announcement of a hidden champion. No begging for mercy. Just bland formality.

Mevenmein’s men occupied most of the hall, drinking and eating at long tables, they harassed the nude serving girls, sometimes taking them to the ground and fucking them to wild applause. In the center of the hall thirty or so slave women knelt on their knees with a round platform on their backs. The bottom of the stone platform was covered with spikes and small rivulets of blood dripped down from the girls. On the platform were two planks of wood in an X shape. Slaves were strapped to it, and whipped, beaten, or fucked by dominas with pointed steel strap-ons. Currently, one of the dominas was now on the x-shaped cross, and her bare breasts were being swatted with stinging nettles. She screamed and cried, to the delight of the men on the floor. As she struggled against the blows, the platform she was on shook, further tormenting the slaves that held it up.

Moldred stifled another yawn. This was nothing he hadn’t seen before. The food was fine. The women were fine. It was all fine, if a bit prosaic.

A slave girl knelt between his knees, keeping him hard but not much else. Gash knelt beside him, and he kept himself occupied by tormenting her. He would place a bit of food on her nose and make her hold it there. Or have her chew a bite, hold it in her mouth without swallowing, then have her deposit it into the mouth of a passing serving girl. After the second time she did this, she was shaking with hunger.

Gastogne and Aloric sat on opposite sides of him. Aloric seemed to be enjoying himself. A cute little slave girl was riding on his lap, bouncing on his dick as she balanced a plate on her breasts and fed him from it. Gastogne, on the other hand, kept yelling for more wine or beer. When the poor girl brought it over, he would slap and squeeze her tits or face for taking too long.

Moldred occupied his time by looking around the room, trying to guess who the Count’s champion would be. He was unimpressed with the options. The count was a serious looking man. A bit tubby though. He likely balanced his books and paid his tithes, but he was no warrior. Next to him sat a slightly more impressive looking man. Tall, powerfully built, but he had no slaves on him, and barely glanced at them as they passed. Moldred dismissed him. He looked a warrior, but there was no fire in his blood.

Also at the table with the Count were a few older, advisor looking types, whom Moldred ignored. At the far ends of the table were two younger men who Moldred guessed were the Count’s sons. One was Obese, with a large gut that hung over the top of the two slaves between his legs. He had a gaggle of slaves on him, and they all alternated pleasuring him and feeding him. Moldred considered leaning over to Aloric and making a joke comparing him to the man, but decided against it. Aloric would forgive him for comparing him to a woman, but he worried he might actually insult the knight if he compared him to such a pathetic specimen of a man.

At the other end of the table was a pencil thin, brooding youth. He had a single raven-haired slave who sat on his knee, and was, disgustingly, sharing his food. He could see them speaking with each other, and there was almost no sign of subservience in the woman. Moldred wanted to walk over and slap him. There was no greater sign of weakness in a man than not controlling his cunts. He considered asking Gash if there was a way to force the Count to make one of his sons fight the duel in maltepe escort his stead. But, as he looked down at her he was distracted by her pleading, hunger-filled eyes.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded. She did, sticking her tongue out. Moldred picked off a piece of the gristle from his steak, and held it so she could see it. He rubbed it on her tongue, the juices of the fat mixing with her saliva. Then, he hit the slave between his knees on her cheek. “Open up cunt,” he ordered. She obeyed, and he placed the gristle he had been rubbing on Gash’s tongue into the slave’s mouth.

“Thank you master,” she said, slowly chewing the morsel, savoring it.

Moldred tapped his thigh, a signal for her to continue sucking. She swallowed her food, looking slightly remorseful she didn’t get to savor it longer, then put her lips back around his cock. He looked back at Gash. Her tongue was still out, and he could see a hint of tears in her eyes. He picked up a piece of meat, and placed it on her nose, under her eyes. “Hold it,” he commanded, turning back to look over the hall.

The rest of the count’s men weren’t much better. A few struck Moldred as somewhat capable, there was a particularly large fellow with a face like an ogre that stood out, but ultimately none of them were knights. There were rules to be followed whenever a knight fought a non-knight in a duel. Knights’ couldn’t use the strength or durability granted by their crest. But, crests gave more than that, if you knew how to use them, and even with those limitations there was no one that made him worry. Moldred could tell a true warrior just by sight. The Count’s men looked more like well-paid bandits than soldiers.

As the servants took away the third course Count Mevenmein stood up. The slave that had been lapping at his cock knelt under him, and he stepped up onto her back to elevate himself. The hall quieted as he began to speak. The women all fell to their knees, pressing their foreheads to the ground.

“Subjects and honored guests,” he said, raising a glass. “A toast to our King and Lord, the First True Man, Alwynn!”

They all drank. A few of the men cheered. He heard a few muffled cries of pain as every slave hurt themselves in some way, as they were required to do when the king’s name was uttered. At his feet, he saw Gash dig her nails into her thigh so deep they drew blood.

The count finished his drink, and picked up another. “And another toast, to our guest. Though tomorrow he will fight our champion, tonight he dines with us. To Sir Moldred of House Gavain!”

The cheers were more perfunctory this time, and mostly came from the advisor-looking types at the high table, but almost everyone still drank. He did notice the large, ugly man pointedly leaving his cup on the table.

The king finished this cup too. “Finally,” he began, “never let it be said that House Mevenmein does not respect their guests. As is tradition, I now present a pureborn to Sir Moldred, his to keep, so long as he is within these walls.”

Moldred tried to look grateful, but settled on stoic. This was common practice, and rarely worthwhile. Some homely pureborn he would throw in a closet and ignore until he left. Maybe fuck her once or twice out of courtesy.

And then the doors at the end of the hall opened, and in walked the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

–

As the doors opened Eve tried to smile, but settled on a blank, subservient expression. Cock Kitten led Eve into the crowded dining hall by a lead around her neck. The collar Cum Puppy had picked out was, unsurprisingly, pretty, but painful. A series of gold, interlocking hoops, the hoops were lined with spikes that pierced and scratched her neck whenever she moved or the lead grew too taught. Thin, gold chains draped her body, crossing over her arms, legs, and under her breasts like a harness. Another thin, gold chain ran behind her ears and rested on her nose. Oil had been rubbed all over her skin, with particular attention paid to her breast, and she shined in the light of the candelabras overhead. Her makeup was immaculate. Her lips painted a bright red, and a thin line of mascara highlighted her emerald eyes. Any tangles in her hair from her earlier gangbang had been removed, and her shoulder-length red hair now shined a vibrant crimson. When she had looked in the mirror, she had been forced to admit her father’s slaves had done a better job she ever could have.

It was not all good though. Her arms were painfully locked behind her back at the elbows and wrists. Worse, Cum Puppy had reopened Eve’s piercings, and large, gold hoop earrings hung from both her ears, and her nose. They were large enough she could have fit both hands through with room to spare, and they were heavy enough to be painful. A matching pair with bells attached to them weighed down her nipples. The bells chiming as she walked.

And walking was the hardest part. Her ‘heels’ were a large spike that pointed up at the back of Eve’s foot. If she leaned back even slightly she could feel them there, ready to pierce her if she lost her balance or her strained calves grew tired. They were curved at their base, moving back up to lock around her ankles. The shackles had bells on them as well, and they joined with the sound of the ones on the piercings hanging from her nipples.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No. Please…” she murmured.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But Soos was only just getting started.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I should have.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you really believe that?” Kaseya asked.

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s the truth,” Kaseya said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chapter 47

By T Hodge

Edited by Steve

From Near Death to Bed Mates.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How did you get past it?”

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

“But you seem to be OK, now.”

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

“Who do you talk to?”

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

“You’re seeing the Captain?”

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

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

“Yes, It’s a large lake.”

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

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

“What do you mean if I need one?”

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

“You mean a naked beach?”

“Yes, a nude beach.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, it is open to all.”

“Do you ever go down by yourself?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

******

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where do you sleep?”

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

“Are you feeling better now?”

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

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

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

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

Both got up and started to get things cleaned up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Miss C, where are your clothes?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Now, tell me about your time.”

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

“Why is that a nightmare?”

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

They laughed at that one.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But it feels so good without them.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“OK, if Miss C wants to?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Say you want my seed.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

** * **

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

** * **

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

** * **

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

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

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

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

Several orcs were looking at the performance tapping their rods.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

** * **

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

** * **

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

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

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

** * **

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

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

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

** * **

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

** * **

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

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

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

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

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

** * **

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

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Annibale awoke the next morning with the sun pouring into his window. He always slept late when he was on shore leave, which his circadian rhythm had apparently decided this qualified as. Upon dressing and performing his morning ablutions, he left his room to find the house very quiet. Either his peculiar hosts were still asleep, or they had already gone out.

He made his way outside, finding a set of footprints in the sand on the beach, leading down to the water. He knew there wasn’t much tide on this sea, and the beach could sit undisturbed for days, weeks at a time. There was no telling when these prints had been left, though he didn’t remember them there the day before, and they lead right down to the water.

He looked out at the sea now. There was a ship on the horizon, he saw. This must be his ticket home that Mr. Brand had spoken about. The ship with the French captain. What had his name been? His mind was too full of Giacomina, her legs, her cunt, her ass, to fixate on much else, and he realized that he was thinking with dread of leaving this island. He wanted to stay with that bewitching woman, to try to make right whatever had gone wrong the night before, though in his heart he knew this was folly. He could waste his entire life chasing after her affections. Well, maybe she would give him one more tumble before he left. From his estimate, that ship should put to shore by evening.

He was turning away to return inland when he spotted another footprint, different from the human ones he had followed down to the beach. This one was different, but somehow, perfectly and distinctly preserved in the wet sand.

Five long toes spread out in different directions, almost like a man’s hand, though the “thumb” pointed backwards. Long claws had extended into the sand, and he thought he could even see a faint impression of a web-like membrane between those monstrous digits. This was not made by a seal.

Further inland, he found his host, Aston. The Englishman was wearing a welder’s apron and mask, and working with a torch at what seemed to Annibale to be some sort of diving bell. He waved to his host, who shut off the torch and lifted his mask.

“Wat ho, old chap,” said Aston.

“I saw a ship on the horizon,” said Annibale. “Must be your friend.”

Aston nodded, as though relieved. “Wonderful. I suppose you’ll be on your way back to Italy soon then.”

“Mr. Brand, you are my host and I am in no position to interrogate you, but I must ask. What are those things in the water? They aren’t seals.”

Aston smiled mirthlessly and lit a cigarette. All his warmth from the day before was gone. “Did you fuck my wife last night?” he asked, as if he hadn’t heard Annibale’s question. “Don’t worry, old boy. I don’t mind,” he said, reassuringly. “It’s been a long time since I’ve cared what she does. She’s fucked that frog captain, too, a few times. You and he can fuck her together, for all I care. I have bigger… fish to fry.” He chuckled.

Annibale felt his fists clenching, but he took a deep breath to steady his anger at this disrespect to a lady. “What fish?” he asked, instead.

As he spoke, his eyes roved over the diving bell, and he saw what Aston had been trying to repair: massive claw marks, scratched into the hull of the bell. That they were from claws was unmistakable. “They attacked your diving bell,” Annibale stated, flatly. His polite deference was gone. “Stop lying to me. What do you know about those things in the water?”

Aston seemed to consider, for a moment, finally relenting. “I don’t know what they are, or where they come from. All I know is they’re a damned nuisance. You don’t suppose I’ve been holed up on this bloody island for, what, seven years for my health, do you?”

Annibale shook his head. “Giacomina said you were working on something. You’re trying to excavate that sunken temple, aren’t you?”

Aston looked dumbfounded. “How the devil do you know about the temple?”

“I saw your map, Brand. Look, I don’t care. All I want is to go home.”

Brand laughed out loud, almost kindly. “And you will soon, old boy! I wouldn’t dream of stopping you! Alright then, consider this a parting gift. I’ll answer your question, as best I can. You’re no real threat to me anyway. I assume you’re familiar with the story of Atlantis. Perhaps, like I had, you assumed it was just a story. Perhaps it still is. But there’s more than just a temple down there. There’s a city. I don’t think those things built it. If I had to guess, they were a slave race, bred by the city’s real masters. Or perhaps squatters who moved in after the masters drowned when the city sank.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“My good man, have you seen the things? They’re dumb animals. Whatever built that city was human. Or human-like. Very intelligent. Cultured. Not those degraded specimens that splash around the beach. But whatever they are, they’re very defensive of their territory. Perhaps some vestigial memory, some racial obedience for their old superiors. Almost admirable, in a way. Something üsküdar escort lacking on the surface these days.” He smiled meaningfully – and condescendingly – at Annibale. “But it won’t save them. Whatever they’re guarding, I’ll find.”

The dot on the horizon became a distinctly visible ship by noon, and by evening, it had laid anchor not far from beach, the name L’espadon proudly printed on its rusty prow. It was a humble, clanking, metal thing, a fairly small merchantman, and to Annibale, a dismal contrast to the luxurious pleasures he had known in Signora Brand’s arms.

The beach was soon alive with men, unloading boxes from the ship and moving them into the Brands’ villa. Watching it all with an uncharacteristic gloom was Giacomina, eyes hidden behind large sunglasses. The sailors stole glances of her wherever they could, at her smooth legs exposed by her sundress’s flapping in the breeze, but she did not return their gazes.

“Mon petit choux!” boomed Cpt. Ruffin, approaching her. He was a big man, red-bearded and sun-scorched. He opened his arms wide to embrace her, but was disappointed.

“There’s a man on the island,” she said, coldly, in Italian. “His name is Annibale Brunetti. He was stranded here when his own ship sunk. You are to bring him back to the mainland.”

“That should not be a problem,” said Ruffin, warily. His own Italian was flawed, but serviceable. “This man is a sailor, you say? I’m sure he can pull his weight.”

“As a favour to me,” she continued, “I would also ask that you bring my horse with you. Find her a good home.”

“I… should be able to do that,” agreed the captain. “I know a horse trader in Cannes. He would be happy to accept the gift. What’s the matter, my dear?”

She continued, as if she hadn’t heard his question. “Captain Ruffin, you must leave tonight.”

“Tonight!?” he cried. “But we just arrived! What’s the matter, Giacomina?”

There were tears in her eyes. “I cannot tell you how I know, but this island is not safe. You must leave, and you must forget me.”

“My dear,” he said, sitting down on a crate, “if I tell the men we must set off tonight, they’ll mutiny. They’ve been at sea for weeks. They need stable ground beneath their feet. We need to take on new fresh water, too.”

“Then put to shore on some other island!” she cried. “Let them sleep on the beach and hunt wild goats, but not here!”

“You know as well as I that there’s nothing around here but sandbars and rocks. We can’t wait that long. Tell me what the problem is, Giacomina. I can protect you. Is it your husband? Is it this Brunetti?”

She shook her head. “Neither of them. I cannot tell you. One question would lead to another, and you would try to…” She seemed to catch herself, as though she had been about to give away more than she meant to. “To do something foolish. Please, Claude. When the time comes, be ready to leave. You’ll need to run.”

She ran into Annibale outside the house, resting in an armchair. He had a dazed expression.

“This has been a strange visit, signora,” he said to her. “But I suppose there is not much that I can do to make sense of it all in the short time I have left on this island.”

“I’m afraid not,” she admitted. “Based on the time we’ve spent together, I must say you seem a good enough fellow, Annibale Brunetti. And I did enjoy last night. I doubt we shall see each other again, so know that I will always think fondly of you. But believe me: it is for the best that you leave, as soon as you’re able.”

Annibale was concerned. Part of him wanted to be mad at her, but he had no real cause for it. He hadn’t been wronged in any way by her, beyond a bruise to his ego. “What about you? Where will you go? You’re not safe here either. Eventually Aston is going to push those things too far.”

“Things?”

“Those monsters out in the water. I know about them. He’s antagonized the things. They’ll be coming up to finish us all off any day now. That’s why you want me off the island, isn’t it?” She was silent, as though she had not idea how to answer his question. “Signora, whatever is going to happen, you saved my life and I will always be in your debt for taking me in. If there’s any way I can protect you from those things, or from Aston, or from these Frenchmen if you’re afraid of them, please tell me.”

She smiled at his chivalrous attitude, but it was a smile of condescending amusement, not gratitude. “You are a good fellow, Annibale Brunetti. I do mean that. Believe me when I say that I will be fine. But you aren’t the one to rescue me. Ruffin is a good fellow too. He’ll take you back to the continent, where you’ll be safe. You must forget about this place, and you must forget about me.”

The captain joined the Brands, and Annibale, for dinner that evening. It was a sullen meal. Brand himself made his contempt for his wife very apparent to the uncomfortable onlookers, while both Brunetti and the Frenchman were distinctly aware that something gaziemir escort was troubling Giacomina on a level she refused to give voice to. Afterwards, the hosts showed Ruffin to a guest room of his own, while his crew remained on the ship for the night.

Everyone on shore slept alone that night, few of them well.

In the hours before dawn, a loud boom ripped through the morning calm, jolting Annibale awake. He stuck his head out the window to a heart-stopping sight: the mountain that crowned Isola de Incantesimo had exploded. The shock waves had shattered the glass of the windows, and part of the roof had sloughed off the house and onto the lawn, and a gray cloud of pyroclastic material was inexorably advancing down the mountainside, an encroaching wall of inevitable death. Annibale did not bother to dress himself beyond the pajamas he had slept in before leaping out the door.

In the hallway, he ran into Cpt. Ruffin, similiarly dressed. “Get to the ship!” shouted the captain. “The volcano is erupting!”

Annibale ran into Giacomina’s room, hoping to help her to safety, but he found it empty. Somehow, she had already left.

In the confusion, the ringing in his ears, the continuing sound of the dust cloud, the battering rain of sky-blown stones, the screaming of the horse, Annibale lost track of Ruffin, lost his sense of direction. He thought he saw Giacomina’s lithe silhouette running toward the beach, but he wasn’t sure. Somehow he found himself at the site of Aston Brand’s diving bell, seeing the Englishman frantically attempting to seal himself within it.

“Brand!” shouted Annibale. “Get to the ship, you fool! That bell won’t protect you!”

Brand shouted something back, something Annibale couldn’t hear over the tumult, before a wave of wet ash poured down the hillside, engulfing him and the bell together. For a moment, Annibale wanted to run and help him, but he knew it was too late. Aston was dead and buried already.

The ship had, bravely, not pulled out yet. Orienting himself toward the dock, Annibale ran, harder than he ever had before, ignoring the heat of the rocks on his bare feet, ignoring the pelting of stones on his back, ignoring the burning pain of his lungs, the boiling air around him, thinking only of that beach, the same beach where he had been so grateful to wash up days earlier, once again his salvation. All he needed to do was get onto one of that ship, he promised himself, and he would be safe. He tore through the bushes to the water, ran down the dock, where a pair of terrified shiphands were standing ready to close the shell doors, and Annibale collapsed, gratefully, into the rusty security of L’espadon’s hold.

Ruffin wasn’t far behind him, leading Giacomina’s terrified horse.

“Ou et Giacomina? Monsieur Brand?!” the captain implored him, in French.

Annibale gasped, catching his breath. “Brand is gone, I’m sure of that. I thought I saw her somewh-” He was cut off by a shout from the deck.

“Madame!” It was one of the sailors. Ruffin, hurriedly, passed the horse’s reins to a crewman and pushed up the ladder to topside, Annibale straggling after him.

The sky had turned black, the sickening sight of the cloud hanging in the air like a bruise over the crumbling island. What little remained visible of the villa through the dust had collapsed, the palm trees were flattened, and everything was a blasted grey.

Ruffin rushed to the gunwale, to where the crewman had shouted. The man pointed into the water, at a loss for words, and Ruffin gasped. Annibale jerked his head away from the devastation to see what had caught their attention.

Giacomina was swimming, gracefully, through the water, fully naked, her body obscured only by the surface of the water. But she was not swimming toward the ship.

It was as if she didn’t see them at all. Suddenly, two dark forms coalesced up from the water around her, and the crew gasped, swore, cried out to God.

There was something almost human about them. Almost, but not, as though millennia of evolution had brought the piscine form to a similiar place to where man was now. True, they had two arms, two legs – and from the way they swam, almost like Olympic swimmers, it was clear that these were arms, not mere front legs – but these were unmistakably inhuman forms. Prodigious claws tipped their webbed hands and feet, and Annibale recognized the terrible instruments that had so devastated Brand’s diving bell.

Heavy scales of a vivid dark green armoured their shoulders, backs, and batrachian heads, though their movements occasionally exposed a soft, paler underbelly to the astonished onlookers. Their heads were turned away from the ship, toward the swimming woman, denying a proper view of their faces, though there was little doubt that these, too, were monstrous.

A sailor raised a rifle toward the things, but Ruffin pushed the barrel up into the air. “Don’t shoot them!” he cried. “You could hit Signora Brand!” Reluctantly, sancaktepe escort the man lowered his gun, and the fascinated sailors watched as the two creatures swam alongside her, like dolphins in squadron formation. One moved in front of her now, allowing her to move through its wake, the other darting beneath her, as though to carry her. It was clear to the men that Giacomina was not afraid of these creatures, whatever they were, though none could explain why.

The sailors gradually lost sight of the strange swimming figures as their paths away from the island diverged. But as the sky continued to darken, they noticed, perhaps, an even stranger phenomenon.

The sea beneath them was growing increasingly transparent in the strange twilight of the eruption. Vast, unspeakable shapes were looming up in newfound clarity, and Annibale realized that this was the ruin that Aston had meant to excavate.

But as he looked at the alien subterranean arches, two things became clear to him.

First, the structure, whatever it was, was much larger than Brand had dreamed. Far from a single temple, it was a vast complex, a sunken metropolis that stretched as far as he could see beneath the surface.

The second thing he realized was that this was no ruin. The city was alive, shoals of the strange icthyoid beings darting through its alleyways and avenues, congregating in squares, moving in and out of domed buildings with the ease of nature, as though the city had been built for them, by them.

“I didn’t know there were so damn many of them,” said Ruffin, in his creaky Italian, at the rail beside him. Someone had draped a heavy coat over the captain, and a lighter one was being offered to Annibale now, which he gratefully accepted. “These things, whatever they are… They warned her the volcano was going to erupt, you know. She tried to warn me last night. I should have listened.”

Annibale nodded. “You loved her, didn’t you?”

“I suppose I did,” admitted Ruffin. “I can see in your eyes that you did, too, after a fashion.” Annibale didn’t deny it. “But neither of us could give her what she needed. She cared about us enough to warn me, but she didn’t love us.”

He let the sentence sit in the air, its implications echoing in the Italian’s ears.

She didn’t love us.

On a sandbar, further out, where the ship was barely a speck in the distance, Giacomina collapsed onto the wet, smooth sand. Her muscles felt good, warmed up from the swim and ready. She lay on her back, the sand cool against her skin, her breasts flattened by gravity onto her chest, her long brown hair draped like seaweed around her head. The two creatures strode out of the water, standing over her. Her eyes roamed over their scaled bodies, athletic limbs, and up to their fanged heads, liquid black eyes, and prognathous, piranha-like jaws lined with pointed teeth.

Giacomina licked her lips.

Her eyes moved down now, between the legs of the two creatures. Two long, stiffening members were unsheathing before her eyes.

Giacomina rose up onto her knees between them, running her lips gently over the surface of the first cock, taking it deep within her mouth as she ran her hand over the length of the other icthyoid penis, gripping it tightly between her dainty fingers. Then she switched, sucking the other one. She alternated between the two cocks, worshiping them with her mouth, savouring the salty taste, once strange, that had become so familiar to her in the past few years, until nothing else could compare or satisfy her.

Forcefully, she pushed one of the fish men down into a sitting position. He lay on the sand now, her head bobbing in his lap over his scaley cock as she moved her hindquarters up, presenting her cunt to the other. He lowered his inhuman head, allowing his long pale tongue to rove over her hind parts, probing inside her pussy before withdrawing, to circle her asshole, then returning.

Giacomina’s cries of pleasure were muffled by the cock in her mouth. She felt a clawed hand from the creature in her mouth fall to the back of her head. It thrilled her to know that the claws that so gently caressed her ears, her neck, her cheek were the same claws that could tear through metal and bone like it were nothing. Her own hand, she moved beneath herself, desperately flicking her clit as she reveled at the touch of the two creatures.

Finally, she shuddered and screamed, her whole body shaking. The tongue of the thing behind her, pushing up her willing asshole, her fingers’ dancing on her clit, and the inhuman touch on her face all added up to too much to bear. Giacomina’s legs shook and she released the cock from her mouth, screaming up at the cloudy, ashen sky as her orgasm cascaded through her.

Without missing a moment to catch her breath, she pulled her body forward, over the prone creature in front of her, barely allowing the one behind her to extract his tongue from her rectum. She slid her well-formed breasts past the monster cock in front of her, up his soft belly and chest, straddling him in the sand, delicately lowering herself onto him, impaling herself on his member, gasping in pleasure. She rocked her hips a few times, pulling her cunt lips up his length, to make sure the angle was right, making the creature grunt in pleasure. Clawed hands rose to gently caress her breasts, sensitive nipples rubbing against scaled palms.

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Ben cracked his eyes open slowly, trying his best to ignore the throbbing behind his eyes. He tried to move about but found that his range of motion was limited. Moving his arms was a no go, as he could feel something binding them together. Ben tried moving his feet but found that they, too, were bound.

Growling in frustration at his current predicament, Ben opened his eyes fully, taking in his new surroundings. He saw he was in a cage that had been constructed with thick branches and metallic odds and ends. It was small, which explained why he was curled up in a little ball. Ben shifted his arms and legs in a way that had his arms in front of him as he surveyed his position.

The cage in question was in a tent made of cloth, leather and thick animal hides. The only source of light was a couple of torches that lit the tent well, displaying everything. He saw he was being guarded by something that looked human but was very different from what he remembered.

It stood at around seven feet in height, bald, and with green skin the color of new leaves. Its skin was mottled in places but stretched tightly over a solid and muscular frame. Its brawny and solid appearance said that it was male and made Ben think twice about attempting to tangle with it. It must have had some semblance of intelligence, judging by the fact that it wore rudimentary clothes and basic stone weapons.

Looking down at himself, Ben saw that whatever these things were, they had taken everything he had. The only bit he kept was the clothes on his back, for which he was grateful, as it was more than a bit chilly right then. He looked around and saw that none of his belongings were there and figured that they were stored elsewhere.

Ben glanced around and saw two other cages like his sitting in the tent next to him. One cage was empty, while in the other sat what appeared to be a woman like the male in the room. The only major difference apart from the obvious from was that she had hair on her head as opposed to being bald like the male. Ben would have tried talking to her, hoping to get her attention, but was interrupted by another arrival.

The recent addition to the tent was another male like the first one, only he carried much better weapons. Specifically, he carried Ben’s bow and quiver of arrows over his shoulder, which Ben growled about quietly. He then started talking in a harsh and guttural language to his fellow guard, as it was apparent that’s what they were.

They seemed to growl and grunt, laughing about something, until the woman interrupted them. Her words caught their attention, and they looked over to her, and started cussing her out. Ben believed they were uttering expletives at her until she talked some more. Whatever she was saying caught them off guard and they were at a loss, going from the looks on their faces.

The woman continued to talk, her voice deeper than what Ben thought it would be. After listening to her, Ben found that her voice was comforting in a way. The men continued to look at her as she finished, and they seemed leery of whatever she said. She said a few things more, before the men put their heads together, whispering so quietly that even Ben couldn’t make out what they were saying.

Their heads came up, and they wore grins as they spoke to the woman, issuing commands to her. Whatever they wanted, she nodded in compliance, which pleased them. It was then that one man walked forward and undid the bindings on her cage, letting her out. She stepped out of it and stretched as her captor undid the bindings on her wrists and feet, letting her move about.

It was then that Ben got a really good look at her. She stood just as tall as the men, but less swarthy in build as they were. Her skin was more of a hazel than pure green and her features were far more human than the men’s and amazingly pretty, if not beautiful. The woman had curves in a way that seemed impossible. Her ass was round enough to make even him stare, and she had full and bountiful tits, which jiggled when she moved.

If women like her had existed in Ben’s era, she would have been considered an exotic and beautiful woman. Tall women this curvy were a rarity in Ben’s time, but if this is what humanity had evolved into, Ben certainly wouldn’t complain! Her hair was also something that was unique, as it was a deep red and partitioned into dreadlocks. The dreads hung to her ass and some of them had beads or trinkets worked into them.

She smiled at the men and leaned into one, kissing him, as they both moaned quietly. The other man was behind her, putting his hands on the woman’s ass, kneading and squeezing it as he licked her neck. The clothes she wore were a simple band of cloth that did little to contain her breasts and a basic loincloth. Said clothing was quickly dispensed with, torn to shreds before it was tossed to the ground.

The woman then stopped, breaking away from the men, which had them questioning her. Until she whispered, gesturing to them, and they wore smiles once again. The men quickly çeşme escort dispensed with their pants, showcasing their rapidly hardening dicks. Ben couldn’t help but feel slightly emasculated at this, as they were both sporting twelve-inch cocks that were easily as thick as his wrist!

Ben had no idea what this woman was thinking for wanting sex right now, but he was happy for the distraction. He started working at his bonds, doing his best to free his hands. He’d work on his feet once he had his hands clear, which wouldn’t take him long. These… men… mutants, he supposed, weren’t overly cautious about how they tied their ropes. Ben kept working his ropes as the woman continued to keep the men occupied.

One man let out a semi-loud moan, which the woman quickly shushed. He glared at her for a moment, until she whispered something to him, which had him nod reluctantly. It was then that he went back to kissing her and biting at her flesh, while the other one was nudging at her entrance with his cock.

The additional guard slid it back and forth, causing the woman to moan softly, before she broke away from the first one. She then pushed the second one to the ground, before she sat on his face, pushing her moist quim into it. He groaned in approval and started licking her, while she crooked her finger to the first one. He walked up to her, with his hard dick sitting in front of her face, before she swallowed it.

Ben couldn’t help but goggle at the woman and how she had just taken the whole thing in one swift motion! He could see the slight bulge in her throat, where the guard’s cock was shifting back and forth! She must have had some experience with this sort of thing, as it seemed to bother her little. Ben kept working his hand bindings as she kept working the men in front of her.

She sucked on the man’s cock hard, constricting her throat while she did, making him hiss in delight. She moaned a fair bit herself, as the man beneath her was making good use of his tongue, hitting her nerves nicely. The woman ground her hips down some more, egging the guard on, as she dragged the standing guard’s cock out of her mouth.

She really looked to be into it, as Ben had gotten his bindings off with none of them noticing. He eased his hands down to his feet and started untying the ropes there, when he made eye contact with the woman. He froze, thinking at that very second, she would say something out loud and he’d be in a world of hurt! It was a brief moment that she looked at him, and to his surprise, winked!

It was when she turned back to occupy the guards that he understood she was playing them! She was using the promise of sex and their personal enjoyment to have them get out of there! Or at least here, at any rate. He went back to removing his feet bindings, getting them cleared before he turned to the cage door.

The woman then stood up and bid the guard laying down to stand as well. She then bent over and wiggled her ass at the guard she was blowing, and he got the message. He stepped behind her and in one shove, buried his cock deep within her folds. She moaned loudly until it was stifled with the other guard’s cock stuffed into her mouth.

She squeaked at this sudden surprise, but quickly adapted and took the whole thing deeply. The guard fucking her had taken hold of her hips and was being careful not to go too fast. The other held her by the head with one hand, while holding her hair up with the other. The woman seemed to appreciate this as she cupped his balls and steadied herself on him as he fucked her throat.

Ben noted that the guards’ focus was solely on the woman in their hands, which worked for him. He quietly slipped his hands between the bars and started working the cage door as quietly as he could. The knots weren’t intricate, for which Ben was thankful, but they were tight. It would take a while before he had them loose, and he hoped that this woman would keep these two distracted a bit longer.

The guards switched back and forth a few times, each one getting a fair shot at both her pussy and mouth. She didn’t mind and going by the look on her face; she was enjoying herself. She worked both dicks like she’d had some experience in doing kinky shit like this, and Ben could tell. The way she kept corkscrewing whoever was in her mouth as she twerked her ass with whom was buried inside her, made it obvious.

Ben had finally loosened the ropes to where he could break out of the cage! He let the rope fall gently and sat there, waiting for the moment when he could get out. He was half tempted to make his move right then until one man removed his dick from her mouth.

He walked over to his friend and whispered something to him, and the other man nodded. He picked up the woman in his hands, lifting her clear off the ground and onto his dick. He then turned the woman around, driving his cock into her again, as his friend came around behind her. Her head snapped back, and she yipped in alarm, which earned her başakşehir escort a cuff upside the head.

Her head lunged forward as she was hit, and Ben was tempted to bust out and make an example of the bastard. But he could tell that the optimal time hadn’t come just yet, so Ben kept his cool. He then watched as he lined his cock up with her rear hole and pushed. This new intrusion seemed to snap the woman back to reality, and she moaned in pleasure and pain, biting into her arm as she was violated.

Once he was seated in her, she seemed to calm down a bit. She also appeared to be familiar with being used and abused as she was, as her tears stopped flowing. Both men alternated their thrusts, making the woman groan slightly as they fucked her. They both grunted and groaned, sounding like they were drawing near their peaks.

Just as their cry climbed, another guard walked into the tent. This one was slightly bigger than the other two by a few inches and was surprised by what he found happening. He didn’t have time to say anything, as the woman grabbed him by the front of his pants, dragging him to her.

He tried protesting but his mouth wouldn’t work and he spluttered as he tried to talk. She put both hands down his pants, fishing for his dick, and her eyes widened. When she pulled the mutant’s cock out, both she and Ben were shocked at its size! It was easily fourteen inches long and thicker than her forearm! She blinked for all of two seconds before she inhaled it, shoving every inch that she could inside her mouth!

Ben was amazed that she could even fit that much in her mouth! Then again, she was a whole foot taller than he was, so her mouth was bigger and could fit more in it. Whatever she was doing to the guard, he was enjoying immensely as he grinned like an idiot. Her head bobbed up and down as she took more of it with each bob, sucking him off like there was no tomorrow.

The man must have been suffering from blue balls for a while, as he was grunting hard, like he was ready to blow. The two men fucking the woman were also close, as their thrusts had grown erratic and more forceful. All three men clenched their jaws shut as they came, filling the woman with their seed.

She took it all, focusing most on taking every drop from the man she was blowing. Sucking up every drop, she smiled as she did this, her hands playing with the man’s balls. It was right then that Ben spotted that it wasn’t just his balls her hands were on, but a large knife that hung on his belt.

Quicker than thought, she pulled the knife and slashed hard against his abdomen. He cried out in shock as his intestines spilled out, his hands trying to keep them in! The other two men realized what was happening and made to stop her, but the one underneath her had no chance. The moment she had made her first cut, the knife then descended into his eye, snuffing his life out.

The one behind her pulled his cock out of her and reached for his knife, but never got to it. At the very second where the woman had attacked, Ben had burst out of his cage and sacked the brute. His voice climbing up to octaves reserved for extreme pain, the mutant crumpled to the ground. Ben didn’t hesitate and put his foot to the bastard’s throat, crushing his windpipe.

The woman then turned around and looked down at the brute who had buggered her, then to Ben. She smiled and nodded at him in approval; the gesture thanking him for aiding her. Ben then inclined his head to the largest of the three, who was moaning quietly while trying to keep his guts inside his body. He was failing miserably and dying a slow death, but still making some noise.

Ben gestured at him, clarifying that she should finish what she started to keep him quiet. She looked down at him and considered it, before walking up to him and slitting his throat. She then stood and nodded to Ben, showing that she approved of his line of thinking.

She then moved around and scooped up the rags that was her clothing and scoffed in disgust, before using them to clean herself up. Ben bent down, taking back his bow, quiver of arrows and machete, beyond happy to have them back. He turned back to the woman, who was looking at him, wondering if he was going to try taking his turn with her. What he did next surprised her.

“My name is Ben. Do you understand me?” he asked her. Though he knew it was a longshot, Ben thought he’d try communicating, anyway. He tried again, tapping his chest before saying his name.

“Ben,” she replied. “You… Ben?”

“Yes! And you? Your name?” he asked.

“Name?”

“Your name. My name is Ben. Your name is?” He asked, hoping that she understood him.

“Ylva. Me… Ylva,” she told him.

“Ylva. Beautiful name,” he responded. Seeing her apparent confusion, he clarified with a simpler phrase.

“Pretty name.”

Her face lit up with surprise and she blushed, mumbling what he assumed was a thank you. He smiled at her bashfulness, wondering if she’d been küçükçekmece escort called pretty much. Seeing this, he could tell that she hadn’t. Ben resolved to help her, as helping her was helping himself.

“Where are we? I remember being in some town before a big guy knocked me out,” he said.

“Big… guy?” Ylva asked, confused.

“Yes. Big… man,” Ben said, making gestures and acting out what a big guy looked like. Ylva’s face quickly cleared in understanding.

“Big guy… leader. He… lead… slavers,” Ylva said, stumbling over the words.

“Slavers?? Here? Now?” Ben growled. He grunted in disgust and posed a question. “Well, that’s three down, but how many more are there?”

“I count… seven when they… take me,” she replied.

“So, seven when they took you, that means there’s four left. Can you fight?” he asked. Ylva smirked and picked up some knives and a tomahawk from the dead slavers. She also took a pair of pants off one of them, needing something to wear. She also took a shirt, which was less dirty than the rest, before nodding to Ben that she was ready to move.

Ben peeked out the tent flap and saw at least two nearby, looking like they were bored. They kept looking around, like they expected something to come at them from the shadows. Ben could see that the night was ending, and pre-dawn light was brightening the sky.

He looked back to Ylva and communicated that there were two right outside and she nodded. Nocking an arrow, Ben stepped out first, pointing his bow at the slaver furthest from him. The mutant looked up in surprise but had no chance as Ben’s arrow caught him in the throat, killing him instantly.

The other slaver, who was closer, got a shout out in warning, but was cut short. The Tomahawk flew from Ylva’s hand and quickly buried itself in the man’s forehead, dropping him like a sack of potatoes. A roar from behind Ben was the only warning he had, and he ducked, feeling the whish of air right above him.

Acting on reflex, Ben kicked out and up, smashing the knee of the man who had tried to end his life. The mutant staggered, crying out in pain as Ben brought his bow to bear. He didn’t have time to use it as it was knocked out of his hands with one swipe of the mutant’s axe. His head would have come off his shoulders as well, if Ben didn’t get his machete up in time.

Using what strength he could muster, Ben shoved hard, putting the man on the defensive. He swung his axe again, but Ben was ready and easily caught the telegraphed blow. Another came and another, and though each hit was powerful, they were easily deflected.

Several more hits came before Ben saw his opening, when the man overreached. Ben then dropped to one knee and swung as hard as he could at the shirtless mutant. Like Ylva had with the one in the tent, Ben’s blow had cut deeply into his belly, spilling his innards onto the ground.

The shock of the wound caused the man to drop his axe and clutch at his belly. This action gave Ben the moment he needed to end the fight, and he did not hesitate. Seconds later, the man’s head rolled along the ground behind him, separated from his body. Ben breathed heavily, this fight taking a bit out of him, as he went looking for Ylva.

He didn’t have to look far, as he found her in the middle of a fight with a gigantic brute. It was the same brute who had knocked Ben out from earlier. Ben was looking for some payback for that and ran up to help Ylva with the fight. Seeing Ben rushing to her aid, the eight foot brute acted quickly, knocking Ylva to the ground. He raised his axe, a massive bearded, two headed thing, looking to split the woman in two.

Ben cried out as Ylva looked up to see the axe coming for her. Her arms snapped forward in a resounding clap, which was loud enough to make Ben wince. He saw Ylva had effectively stopped the axe from killing her, as she held the head of it between her palms. Ben breathed a little easier, as though she had stopped the axe from moving. It had stopped a mere two inches from her face! The brute growled in frustration, and put more weight on it, seeking to bury the weapon in Ylva’s head.

Before he could move the axe more than a millimeter, Ben was already on him. He ran full tilt and stepped onto the haft of the axe to launch himself into the air. Executing a jump kick, the heel of Ben’s foot caught the brute on the hinge point of his jaw. The blow was hard enough where a massive crack could be heard by all three of them, and the brute howled in pain, letting go of his axe.

Ben landed on his feet and assumed a defensive stance, remembering his training in karate. Back when humanity was still civilized, Ben had taken the time to learn martial arts, wanting to make the bullies of his school think twice before picking on him. Though there were many styles of karate to choose from, Ben had opted for learning Shotokan karate.

He believed that practicing in an environment that promoted full contact practice and sparring was the best way to learn martial arts. After a year of study, the bullies tried picking a fight with Ben, as they always had, but received a rude awakening. Ben had drummed their asses, beating them down handily and in such a way that suggested their days of pushing him around were over. They had quickly learned after that incident that picking a fight with Ben Lopez was an exercise in humiliation.

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Sandra’s Story

The wind cut across the river flinging the tall grasses of the marshland to and fro, like an army of rag dolls. Sandra looked across the wild open expanse of Fenland and wondered what lay beyond. In those days her name was still Sarah. It was only in more modern times she had changed it.

The year was 1645 and the Civil war, which had wrecked the whole of England, was drawing to a close.

Sarah was only 22 that summer and was very curious about sex. Of course, it was never spoken of with such an obvious name, but she knew what it was. She had seen village children doing it in the hedgerows from being a small girl, and knew that’s what people did in order to make babies. What really concerned her, was why they did it, even though they did not want any babies.

After seeing one of the kitchen maids being courted by one of the stable hands, Sarah made up her mind to ask some questions on the subject.

“Millie what does that John want from you?” she asked naively one morning as they gathered in the washing from the garden.

“Why Mistress Sarah, fancy asking such a question.” Millie giggled and carried on folding the sheets.

“Please Millie I want to know, I know you make babies that way, but you are not married, so why do you want to go with him?” Sarah asked in such a sincere way, the other girl could only warm to her.

“Well, you know about people doing it then?” Millie gave a wicked smile and looked around to see if anyone had overheard them.

“In away, but I truly do not know why. Would you tell me?”

“Mistress Sarah, that is for your own Mother to tell you.”

“No Millie, I know the sort of lecture my Mother would give me. What I would like from you, is a reason why you enjoy it so?”

“Sarah I would be put out on the streets if I told you that, and with this terrible war coming our way, I do not want to lose the protection of your Father, the Squire.”

“Then how am I to know what the truth is? Oh please, gümüşhane escort Millie tell me?” Sarah pleaded with the other girl, as this was her last hope.

“Alright Mistress Sarah, but you must promise not to tell anyone that it was I who revealed the secrets to you?”

“On my sacred oath,” replied Sarah with excitement.

“Very well then, have you ever seen a man’s working tool?” Millie whispered the information almost biting her lip as she described the organ in question.

“His working tool?” Sarah looked confused.

“Yes, Miss. What he uses to do his work? You know?”

“Is that the thing he puts inside you?” Sarah thought she had some idea what the parts were, but lacked knowledge of their names.

“That’s right Miss. Well when it’s big and hard, the best thing in the world is to have it slid inside you. You know, right up between your legs? I bet you wondered what it was for, all along didn’t you?”

“Oh, I think I see now. And this is a nice feeling?” Sarah was still confused at this stage but pressed on.

“The best in the world! Especially once it starts going in and out, and once he finds your little button, that is truly the best!” Millie was red with embarrassment but pleased she had got it out in the open.

“I’m not sure where my little button is,” Sarah looked worried.

“You mean, you have never put your finger up yourself to find out?”

“No, should I?”

“Why, yes,” added Millie with concern.

“Shall I do it now?”

“Goodness no Miss! People might see!” Millie looked round in fear. “You are a devil, Miss Sarah. I can see you enjoying it once you start.”

“Oh, I do so wish Millie. If only I could find someone to try out this new knowledge.” Sarah looked longingly out across the village and wondered if life was passing her by.

“Well, I hear tell there is a troop of cavalry coming to Ampstwyll. Maybe you can find one to try it out with?”

“Please hatay escort let it be so Millie. Would you ask one for me, for I am so nervous at meeting men?”

“Sarah I cannot do that! It is for you to decide. You will know once you have found the one you like.”

Sarah did not have to wait long for the cavalry to turn up. They rode into the village of Ampstwyll with a flurry. Flags flying in the wind and armour shining in the sun, they looked unstoppable and very impressive to the villagers. Not the least of which impressed Sarah as she walked from the Manor House to witness the troop fill the village.

Their horses stomped noisily around the front of the Manor, and everyone turned out to see what was happening. They were made very welcome by the Squire, who made provision to quarter them around the village; the officers being allowed to stay in the guest rooms.

This was where Sarah saw Mr Sharp. He was a young and striking officer, who wore his uniform with pride and confidence. He took one look at Sarah and knew what he wanted too.

“Why such a fair damsel? I can see now why His Majesty wants us to defend this land? For how could one doubt the need to defend such beauty as this?”

Sarah blushed scarlet and backed away with a girlish giggle. Then her parents came into the hall and made Mr Sharp welcome in their home. Of course Mr Sharp had enough sense not to try to seduce the girl under her own roof, but that would not stop him from trying once they were alone in the fields. Finally, he could see some sense in fighting this awful war.

Arranging a meeting turned out to be more difficult than either of them had ever thought. All the time both Sarah and Mr Sharp were in the company of someone else. If it was not her family around her, it was the company of cavalry surrounding the young officer. By the end of the week, they would both look at each other across the sea of people ısparta escort and exchange signals of hope.

Finally, one morning as Sarah was taking food to the village ale-house, Sharp managed to follow her from the house. It was in the narrow lane surrounded by tall hedges that he caught up with her.

Sarah pretended not to notice him at first and then kept up the fantasy, by not being interested. He walked alongside her as they made their way down the hedgerow.

“Finally we get to meet in private.” Sharp looked nervously up and down the path.

“Yes, sir. You seem in something of a hurry to make my acquaintance?” Sarah wondered if playing hard to get, would scare him off altogether, for that would be a disaster.

“Why yes. You are the loveliest thing I have seen since coming to this county. In fact, since the war began.”

“Are not the girls in London not beautiful?”

“Yes they have their own charm, but they could not hold a candle to your face. And none could be proud of such a shapely body in so lovely a dress.”

“Mr Sharp! It is not your place to look upon my body in such a lustful manner.” Sarah pretended to be shocked but was excited by the thought of the young man looking at her body now.

“Forgive me, but rarely do I get to look upon such examples of young womanhood. I am a soldier of the King and have pledged my life to the Kingdom. Tomorrow I might die in battle, and never see such luscious sights again.”

“Oh, Mr Sharp do not say such things!” Sarah was genuinely shocked at this thought. “I have only just made your acquaintance, and could not bear the idea of losing you. Never have I had such a young man in my life, and I am thrilled with the thought of knowing you more.”

“Then let us arrange to meet again? When there is no one else around. We can talk on these matters some more?”

“Yes, I would like to discuss these feeling in more depth.” Sarah felt her heart racing at the prospect of finding out what the man really had on his mind. “We could meet in the Yew Maze, for no one goes there in the evening, and we would be well hidden from prying eyes.”

“Until tonight then?”

With that, he was gone, and Sarah planned how she would be able to slip away. This could be the night she found out what really went on between a man and a woman.

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Chapter Two

Akira slowly came awake. She was cocooned in warmth. The comfortable weight pressing all around her gave her comfort… Only…

“You’re awake,” a heavy, feminine voice said softly. Akira froze, not even betraying a quiver. The comfortable weight around her squeezed softly, before woman-handling her around to face the creature that had her ensnared. Akira shyly glanced up into a pair of brown orbs, that stared right back.

“Hello,” she said weakly.

Bellinda smiled, a big friendly smile. “Hi. Are you feeling better now?”

“Mhm,” Akira nodded meekly.

Bellinda pulled her close for a few heartbeats and Akira closed her eyes. It wasn’t that she felt oppressed. Literally the opposite. She’d never felt like this before. Boys had paid little interest to her. Girls her age wanted to party and flirt. Akira just wanted to feel normal, but was too shy to ever leave the house. With the exception of Thomas of course. He’d been her best friend since he moved into the area. She was the first one he ever came out to and she’d held that secret until he came out to his parents, before introducing them to his first boyfriend. Over the years and several tearful breakups, they’d both decided to just stick it out together. And now, after all this time thinking she’d be alone. Here she was, snuggled in the arms of an ebony goddess.

Without thinking, Akira wriggled one arm under the larger woman’s side and snuggled in closer. Just enjoying the comfort, without any real knowledge of why her chest beat quite so hard. With her face pressed between two enormous, but proportional breasts, she didn’t see Bellinda’s smile. But she felt as the amazonian woman began to stroke her hair. She’d never been… touched, before. Not like this. Not since her Papa died at least. He did the best hugs, while Akira’s mother was rather withdrawn. So Akira snuggled in, and made the best of it.

“Hey! Ahh…” Ceejay paused, seeing the two women curled up on the dusty old couch.

“What’s up?” Bellinda asked, rolling her eyes.

“There’s some old angry dude here threatening to call the cops.”

Akira froze, before pulling away from Bellinda. Quickly standing, she ignored the blush on her face while she dashed out of the small side office they were in. Heading right through the workshop, she could hear the voice clear as day.

“I know you’re not supposed to be in there! Get out before I call the police!”

Akira couldn’t be certain, but it sounded familiar. And as she rounded the side of Henry, she laid eyes on their angry guest. He was busy scolding Mel who was carefully climbing down off the tank without damaging any of the wreaths. Even in his anger, the old man was polite enough to offer her a hand. But it was as his eyes swept over the room, they landed on Akira.

“Hello Paul,” Akira said softly.

“Akira,” the old man took his hat off his head. “I-I’m sorry. We had alarms installed in case anyone broke in. After all these years, I never thought you’d be the one to open the shed.”

Akira strode up to her Papa’s old friend. He was mostly like she remembered, only older. More refined. He looked like he was taking care of himself. He glanced around at the three ladies with Akira and swallowed self consciously. It had been a long time since he’d been around attractive young women. Retirement had been good to him, but he hadn’t had anyone to share it with.

“So, who’s your friends?” He asked.

“Mel,” the skinny blonde offered her hand to shake.

“I’m Ceejay!” the red-head darted in for a hug.

“Bellinda,” the tall beauty patted Akira’s shoulder as she passed to greet the old man.

Paul looked at each of them, “Well, sorry about the entrance. I’m Paul, an old friend. What brought on the decision to open up the shed after all this time?”

“Umm, we were… Kinda hoping…”

“We wanted to enter the Rolling Thunder Tournament,” Mel said quickly, offering Akira a quick smile.

“An all girls crew!” Ceejay cheered loudly.

“Our original gunner was the one who set us up with a tank. But that fell through last minute, and we just happened to bump into the lovely Akira here,” Bellinda smiled at the small woman.

Paul just looked over each of them, before nodding once. “Fair enough. You ladies know what you’re doing?”

Ceejay deflated slightly, “Not in a T-34. We trained in an Italian Fiat-Ansaldo m15/42.”

Paul cocked his eyebrow, “And your old friend just dropped the whole idea?”

“It was her brothers,” Ceejay groaned. “Apparently she didn’t ask if we could use it until izmir escort the day and he said no. All that training for nothing.”

Paul shook his head, “Training is never for nothing. The skills you learned driving that tank will transfer to this one, don’t you worry.”

“We never actually drove the tank,” Mel said softly.

Paul sighed. “Look, I’ve got a few hours. Do you want some pointers to get old Henry here into action?”

Three of the ladies beamed brightly. The fourth, froze in apprehension at the idea of being in that cramped turret with Bellinda.

“Okay,” she said softly.

***

“Alright, ease her out!” Paul called through the intercom.

He was sitting on the top of the tank while the crew were all in position. If not for Akira’s small stature, there wouldn’t be enough room for the two of them inside the turret. Comfort was a distant second to the demands of WW2. But it did leave her rather close to the large woman pressed in beside her.

“You okay?” Bellina asked.

Akira nodded slightly, touching the controls for the turret to steady herself as the tank lumbered forward. She knew the last hands to touch them were her Papa’s. And she had mixed feelings about touching them now. The original electronic system was replaced with a more modern one. The original T-34’s had issues with broken teeth, noise, and even sparks. This new system worked perfectly and was designed to move at the same pace as the original.

“Alright, Ceejay, on the roof above you, there’s a switch with a speaker next to it. I want you to flick it.”

Ceejay glanced up, seeing the switch immediately and did as she was told. The moment she did so, the tank rumbled like the engine came to life. It was purely artificial, but as the old tank rumbled onto the lawn, you’d be hard pressed to tell it was fake.

“Get up to walking speed and make some slow turns. Don’t go throwing me off!”

The tank lumbered out into the yard. For any observer, it looked and sounded just like a real T-34. And with Ceejay at the controls, it drove like one too. Smooth wide turns left barely any marks in the grass. And it gave Paul a grin, that maybe these girls knew what they were doing.

“Pull to a stop, let me off, then do some faster laps of the yard.”

Ceejay called out her agreement, before pulling back on the brakes and slowing the tank to a comfortable stop. Paul handed the intercom back to Bellinda, who wrapped it back around her head. Then, as he climbed down, Bellinda reached up and closed the hatch, sealing them all inside. As the turret went dark the internal lighting switched on, giving the inside a faint glow. Akira ignored Bellinda staring at her and pretended to check over the systems via the small panel. Obviously, there was nothing wrong, but she had no idea what to say to the dark skinned woman who made her feel things that confused her more than any single person had ever before GASP BREATHE CALM!

“You okay?”

Akira almost flinched, before nodding slowly.

“I-“

“Ready ladies?!” Ceejay called over the intercom.

Akira blanched realising they could hear everything said between them. But with Bellinda and Mel giving their consent, she felt Bellinda’s eyes on her again.

“Let’s go Ceejay,” Akira said softly.

Paul walked straight into the shed, before grabbing out a chair and setting it on the lawn. He shifted his hat to better cover his eyes from the sun, while he watched the still stationery tank. What he wasn’t expecting, was for it to suddenly start throttling up. The throttling up itself was just the sound it made through the sound system mounted underneath, but it did mean that Ceejay was about to do something dangerous.

“Oh no,” the old man gasped.

Before he could get out of his chair, the tracks of the tank lurched into movement. The harsh metal bit down into the earth and the tank reared up from the torque of the motor. Paul watched in horror as it launched across the yard. It went straight for a few meters, before sliding from side to side, like Ceejay was having trouble keeping it steady. She was heading right for the trees at the rear of the property. Paul, with all the speed of an old man, sprinted for his jeep.

Ceejay was cackling madly…

“This things great!” She squealed through the intercom.

Akira could see the status on the panel, they were at the top speed at 53km/h. No huge sprinter, but for the era and the fact Henry weighed in at twenty-eight and a half tonnes. But in a flash, everything went sideways. Akira, terrified at the sudden change in momentum, threw her arms out. The harness she wore kept her in her seat and safe, but her hand suddenly met something warm. The warm thing quickly enveloped her hand and Akira turned her head to see Bellinda holding her hand. In the low internal light, Akira hoped Bellinda couldn’t see her blush.

“And spin!” Ceejay called.

In a gut wrenching maneuver, Ceejay threw Henry sideways and then kahramanmaraş escort into a one-eighty, so they were facing back the opposite direction. Slamming the controls forward, Henry lurched into action again, racing back towards the house at the front of the yard. This time Ceejay kept the tank moving in a slow winding fashion, before using the width of the yard to turn around and come to a stop. Directly in front of the tank, was Paul’s jeep. Akira listened as Ceejay popped the driver’s hatch and pushed it open.

“Hey Paul! Henry’s a lot faster than I thought he’d be!”

Paul just got out of his jeep and gaped for a moment, “y’mean that crazy driving was intentional?”

“Yup!” Ceejay beamed.

The old man just shook his head, “Girly, if you can drive like that, and Akira can shoot half as good as her Papa used to, you’re gonna make it interesting for some folks.”

***

After a few pointers from Paul and a few more laps in Henry. The ladies packed up the shed. After promising to meet them in the morning to sign up for the tournament, the three left. Though Bellinda did leave a little slower than the others. Then, with nothing else, Akira made her way inside and started preparing a meal for Paul and her mother.

“Akira, who owns that Jeep out front?” She called, coming in the front door. “Looks almost like Paul’s old one.”

“Hello Sato,” Paul said from the living room.

Akira’s mother froze, hearing his voice, before turning and giving the old man a hard look. “Paul, what are you doing here?”

“Akira’s made some friends.”

Sato frowned, before heading into the kitchen. “Akira, you know I don’t like you bringing around guests!”

“Mama, it was only the shed, I didn’t bring them in the house.”

“THE SHED!” Sato yelled, whirling around to Paul.

“I didn’t take her in there. It was her idea Sato.”

Akira shrunk her shoulders in as she stirred the pot of pasta. It was simply spaghetti with bolognese sauce. It was something her Papa had taught her to make. The sauce was already simmering and she was just about ready to take the pasta off the heat.

“Akira, what’s going on?” Sato asked.

“I met some friends,” Akira said softly.

“Akira, speak up. I can’t stand when you mumble.”

Akira swallowed and tried to keep her nerves under control. Her mother was a firm woman. But that firmness rubbed her wrong and she always struggled to speak with her mother. But she took a deep breath and smiled up at her mother. “I made some friends today. We’re joining the Rolling Thunder Tournament in the morning.”

Turning her attention back to the stove, she didn’t see her mothers face turning red.

“Akira, you will tell your friends, they can find somebody else!”

Akira froze, “But… Mama-“

“NO!” Sato snapped, “It’s time you learned to behave like a lady! To find a good husband!”

“I don’t want a husband!” Akira snapped.

“What? You’re going to marry a woman instead? You would bring that shame upon me?”

Akira froze… She glanced up at Paul and saw the expression on his face. Without another word, she turned off the stove and marched out of the kitchen. She ignored her mothers calls and headed straight out of the house and towards the shed. Without stopping, Akira pulled the key from around her neck, but instead of going to the large front doors, she went to the side. Pushing the key into the lock, she felt the click as it opened.

“AKIRA!” Her mother shrieked, coming across the lawn.

Akira didn’t look back as she stepped inside. Closing the door behind her, she flicked the lock as the automatic lights came on inside. Taking out her phone, Akira checked the time as a drop of water hit the screen. After looking up, she felt as the second tear rolled across her cheek.

“Akira, open this door!” Sato called.

Akira moved away and headed for the couch where she’d slept earlier in Bellinda’s arms. Laying down, she inhaled the faint traces of the larger woman’s scent. As her lip quivered and the tears started, Akira unlocked her phone and scrolled down to Bellinda’s name.

***

“Akira honey?!” Bellinda knocked on the side door.

She waited a few moments before reaching to knock again. But before she could, there was a small click from the lock and the door swung open. What she saw, shocked her. Not in the traditional sense, but in the sense that this was more than it appeared to be in every way. Akira stood there, dressed as she was earlier in a grey, long sleeve shirt and a knee length skirt. Her dark hair framed her puffy red face.

“I didn’t know who to call,” Akira said softly.

Bellinda just stepped in through the shed and took the small woman in her arms. “Shhh,” she held her. “It’s okay now.”

They cuddled for a few minutes, before Akira started feeling better. And by better, that meant she was suddenly aware that she was in the arms of a woman she barely knew. Pulling out of the embrace, she manavgat escort looked up at the woman that made her question herself.

“So what happened?” Bellinda asked gently, saving Akira from trying to start on her own.

Akira sighed, before heading for the couch. Bellinda closed the door behind her and followed the small intriguing woman.

“Mama doesn’t want me to sign up,” Akira said, sitting on the couch.

Bellinda stopped, “What are you going to do?”

Akira shrugged, “I don’t know. She was really mad when I told her.”

“AND I’M STILL MAD!” Sato yelled, storming in.

“You!” Sato pointed at Bellinda. “Get off my property this instant! I have to speak with my ungrateful child.”

“Mama!” Akira gasped.

“No!” Sato snapped back. “This has gone on long enough. Tell your… Friend, to leave,” Sato sneered at the tall, dark woman.

Akira looked over at Bellinda, who was half stepping back. And Akira immediately knew she didn’t want Bellinda to leave. “No.”

Sato paused, “No? What do you mean no?”

“Mama, as per Papa’s will, the shed, it’s contents and the land it sits on is legally mine. Bellinda is more than welcome to stay on my property as long as she wants.”

Sato stood for a moment, “Fine. You can stay out here then.”

Turning on the spot, Sato stormed out, slamming the door behind her as she went. Akira dropped to her knees, before clutching her face as angry tears rolled down her face. Almost immediately, she squeaked in fright as she was swept off her feet into a bridal carry. Terrified of the sudden shift in perspective, Akira clutched to Bellinda’s front as she carried the small woman towards the door. With Akira gripping her so tightly, Bellinda was able to release one arm and get the door open. She checked that Akira was wearing the necklace with the key, before flicking the lock. Stepping sideways out of the door. Bellinda pulled the door closed behind her. Still with Akira in her arms, she carried the small woman down the side of the house. A shadow moved in front of one of the lit windows, but when Bellinda glanced up, she saw the blinds pulled closed. Shaking her head, Bellinda made it to her car. Crouching, she held Akira on her lap while she fished out her keys and hit the unlock button. The lights on the car flashed orange and the locks clicked, allowing Bellinda to open the passenger door.

***

Akira was warm. So very warm. The bed seemed a little firmer than usual, but it was comfortable in a way she couldn’t understand. That was until she squeezed the soft lump in her right hand, and felt something firm up under her fingers. Immediately coming awake, Akira let out a small squeak, before tumbling out of bed with a thump.

“Wha-Akira?” Bellina snapped awake. “Honey, are you okay?”

Akira sat on the floor in an oversized shirt, rubbing the back of her head where she’d hit it. But as she looked up, she froze at the sight before her. Bellinda was topless. Her large breasts caught Akira’s eyes and she blushed before looking away.

“Akira?” Bellinda asked again.

Akira raised her eyes to look at the goddess before her again. “Good morning,” she said softly.

“It’s still a little early,” Bellinda smiled, before raising the blanket in invitation.

Before Akira could think, she was already standing. Before she could come up with a reasonable excuse to remain at arms length, she was under the cover. Before she could lay with her back towards the ebony goddess, her face was pressed into the worlds loveliest breasts. Her skin was dark, smooth and perfectly soft.

Bellinda just held the small woman in her arms and reflected on how she felt. She’d been with girls before, but traditionally had chased after men. But something about this pint sized woman made her all gooey inside. Akira’s thoughts on the other hand were in turmoil. On one side of things, she treasured this intimate moment more than anything since her Papa had died. On the other hand, she had no idea what it even was.

“You’ve got an egg,” Bellinda said softly, stoking the small lump where Akira had hit on the floor.

Akira shuddered softly, but pressed herself firmer into the larger woman. They laid there, snuggled under the blankets for a time. Akira drifted in and out of sleep, waking for brief moments and slipping back to a comfortable snooze. Bellinda just smiled and held the small woman that made her feel things she hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Akira?”

“Mmmm.”

“It’s time we got up. Want some breakfast?”

Akira moaned softly and pulled away from the warm place against Bellinda’s chest. Rolling to the end of the bed, Akira stood, only pausing to shake the large t-shirt down to cover her ass. Bellinda only barely hid her immediate reaction to growl, but watched as Akira shuffled out of the room. Getting up herself, Bellinda went to the bathroom and performed her morning rituals. After washing her hands and splashing a little water on her face, Bellinda threw on a top and made for the kitchen. Only… It was already occupied. Akira was whisking what looked like egg yolks in a bowl, while a frying pan warmed on the stove.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Akira froze and shrank in on herself. Bellinda saw it happen immediately and cursed herself, so she said the first thing that came to mind. “You’re a guest. You shouldn’t be cooking me breakfast.”

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Liddy lay on the desk, with her legs spread wide, and her ankles in the hands of the man using them to leverage his thrusts inside her. He had met her in person at his door when she arrived and taken her into his study. Books and papers had lain on the desk that she had instantly recognised as financial papers. Now the papers were under her or on the floor. Liddy watched the light from the flicking of the gas lamps play over her bare breasts as they bounced with each penetration. The client’s eyes stared intently at her body and never bothered to meet hers, so she cast her attention along his well-muscled body. His hairy chest glistened with sweat at the effort he was putting into Liddy. An effort she was thankful for, as the pleasure helped keep her focus off the servants watching. Six people stood at the edges of the room. One holding drinks, another clothing, others simply appeared to have no purpose. All were emberborn males. She could see them shifting awkwardly as they tried to hide their arousal. Liddy couldn’t spend too much time looking at them or risk, the client noticing. He flipped her over and was about to resume when the door burst open to reveal a well-dressed woman.

“What is the meaning of this?!” she shouted, gesturing at Liddy.

“What it damn well looks like!” he responded.

“I will not allow this in my own home!”

“This is my home and I will do as I please!”

Liddy lay bent over the desk, still held down as he entered her again in view of his wife. Her breasts bounced beneath her, moving the papers she had been resting on. His wife retaliated by yanking a painting off the wall, of someone who vaguely resembled her client, and storming out of the room.

“Perhaps then your father would like to get wet himself. Maybe in the ocean!”

“Get back here, you bitch!” he shouted, pulling out of Liddy and chasing after his wife while stuffing himself back into his pants.

Four of the servants had followed, leaving the two holding his personal items behind. Liddy remained on the desk and contemplated her next move. Bailing out would be acceptable since she had the money already and he had gotten sex. Yet he wasn’t satisfied and she didn’t feel right leaving the job unfinished without him dismissing her.

“Do you think he’s going to come back?” she asked the emberborn wolf holding drinks.

“Eventually, yes. They can go at it for hours, though,” he responded, somewhat bashfully still trying to avoid looking at Liddy.

“If you want to know if you should stick around, I suggest you do,” The snake-scaled man holding the clothing suggested. “Even if only to be dismissed on his terms. Otherwise, he will blame his wife and get angry all over again.”

“Fair enough. So does one of you want to stand guard while the other fucks me or what?”

Liddy kicked herself for suggesting something so foolish while on contract with a client. Yet it would also be prudent to keep herself in the mood in case the client came back to finish.

“M’Lady?” the wolf muttered, stunned.

“Don’t pretend you haven’t wanted to take a human woman.”

They looked at each other before setting down their items, and the snake produced a coin. He flipped it and won without them saying a word, having predetermined their choice on sides. The wolf left the room and the snake came over to Liddy, who slid off the desk and onto her knees. Knowing better than to undress him, she simply pulled out the ample manhood he had and smiled as she thought of how many times men compared themselves to pythons.

Running her tongue along the scaled shaft, she was happy to find it so smooth. Taking it down her throat, she could barely contain it whenever he pressed it down her throat. Not wanting to waste time, she stood back up and laid back on the desk. She watched as the brawny snake man slithered himself inside her while holding her by the ankles as her client had. He leant down, spreading her legs even farther to do so, and from his mouth came a thin, long tongue that would put Easy to shame, and began licking the sweat from all over Liddy’s breasts. Rapid flicking motions over her nipples made Liddy dizzy as he continued to thrust inside her over and over. Unable to contain himself, he hissed loudly as he made several rough thrusts before holding himself as deep inside her as he could manage as his seed filled her womb. Out of breath, he hissed quickly to catch himself.

“Amazingly well done.”

“Thank you. So very much M’Lady. Would you mind if…” he hesitated.

“I’m ready and willing for anything. Just tell me.”

Without actually telling her anything, he repacked his pants and headed for the door. Liddy rolled over to once again be bent over the desk so she could see him leave and the wolf enter. She giggled and smiled before spreading her legs and letting out a playful whimper. The wolf took the hint and quickly got behind her. He wasted no time sliding inside her. Feeling so different from the snake, yet pleasurably more rough zonguldak escort with his thrusts. He reached one arm over her to support himself on the desk, placing the other on her belly so that he could feel his cock moving inside her. His tongue hung out as he was panting right next to Liddy’s head. She felt sensational at the idea of having someone inside her that most would shun her for. If the men could have their way with the likes of Easy, then why shouldn’t she have the pleasure of whatever man she wanted?

“I’ve never mounted a…”

“Bitch. I’m your bitch.”

“Enjoy this, do you? Being bred by a wolf. Wild beast making a human woman beg…”

He never got to finish his line before exploding inside Liddy, who had been enjoying the dialogue too much to hold back. Her own climax was stifled only by the need to be quiet. Finished, he helped Liddy clean up to conceal the evidence before calling his friend back in. Liddy skipped redressing herself and waited with them. Looking over the papers, she couldn’t help but try to puzzle out her client’s finances. When he finally returned, he had the painting in hand minus the frame that no doubt suffered during the struggle. He was surprised to see her still there and sighed angrily as he set the painting down against the wall.

“You can go. I’m not in the mood now. Unless you know anything about money, I have no need of you.”

“You are being swindled,” Liddy replied flatly.

“What?” he asked, only then realising that he left her alone with all his books. “You were reading my papers?!”

Sensing he was about to get angry, Liddy knew she needed to defuse him. “Not at all. Just that this book here is altered. Didn’t need to really read anything to tell that.”

He took the book from her as she handed it to him. “Explain.”

“Books get written in ink because once you do it’s there. Mistakes and all. This one was written in graphite and then redone in ink. Graphite can be erased.”

“That doesn’t mean anything. It could be to avoid mistakes…” his explanation failed to convince him even as he said it.

“Of all the mistakes in your books, how much effort to fix them? A rewritten page or two at most? This person is rewriting all their books regardless of mistakes. A lot of extra effort when whoever inks them can still mess up. No, they are writing all the values and then deciding, after the tally is made, what to alter. Once they make the changes, they ink it in so it all looks legit.”

“Give me a moment.” he said, taking a seat and reading the book intently.

****

Inky was holding still as the tailor fitted her with the combat corset. It was a drab green colour, but it was just to let her judge if she wanted it at all. It was a snug fit and rough on her skin, but once it was on, she was able to move about. Doing exercises and stances to get a feel for any restriction in her movement, she was pleasantly surprised. The skirt was far more ‘frilly’ than she had expected, but it left her with as much range of motion as she wanted. Also, she concluded, it offered quick and easy access for men getting between her legs.

“It’s rough on the skin. If we don’t wear something underneath, it will chafe the skin after a while,” Inky explained.

“Well, most just wear them for show on special occasions, not as part of their regular kit. I could line them with some silk. Keep things smooth and it won’t trap heat.”

“Good. The skirt comes out a bit wide.”

“Ah yes, the layers under it do have that effect. Removing them would diminish the protective effects. I could add weights to the edge as part of the decorative treatment. Something you could remove if you had too. Should hold it down a bit more.”

“Loops. For bullets. Make the edge of the skirt like a bandoleer. Holds it down and makes us look menacing.”

“I… yes. I can do that.”

“Good. What about my breasts?”

“Ah… well, to be honest, that is a non-trivial element. I can use the same fabric composite as the corset, but it wouldn’t be as thick. I haven’t anything already made to show you, though.”

The young woman who had been assisting the tailor grinned at his quick recovery.

“That’s alright. Now for our heads, a beret might be best.”

“Ah, lovely. That should do well.”

“Yet, I also want helmet covers in whatever colour suits our choices.”

“Indeed. Have you decided on the colours?”

“I want to blend into our airship, so the deep browns of stained wood. For the corset at least.”

“And the skirt?”

“Same, with a muted, non-reflective silver lace underneath.”

“May I suggest stockings?”

“Garter. Holding up fishnet stockings to the knee. Below that, just whatever expensive socks are made of. We won’t be marching much, but I don’t like blisters because the socks were too rough.”

“Fishnet? I’m not sure I…

“This is a fishing town, as I’m certain you are aware. A fine grade fethiye escort fishnet made into stockings. I’ve seen other women wear it, and it’s magnificent to look at, and for covering up something without actually covering it up.”

“That’s… brilliant!”

“For the bra, I’d like it black. Yet put some false rivets in it to make it look almost like cast iron. Just no actual iron. The last thing we need is someone getting his hands on us and end up with an infected cut.”

“I would think any man putting his hands on your breasts would be more concerned with the various other injuries associated with doing so.”

Inky smiled. “We prefer to choose who gets injured after laying their hands on us. Also, I need it separate and removable for when our breasts need to be barred without taking everything else off.”

“I… can do that.”

“Trust me, it comes up much more often than you might think.”

“Fair enough. Perhaps given your tastes so far, I may suggest decorating the skirt and corset further by adding some brass cogs to them. Nothing that would catch much light but would break up the colour a bit.”

“Agreed. I want it to look like we are wearing an airship. Do you know a good cobbler for getting some boots made?”

“Oh yes, across the street and right on the corner. Fine man, aside from a few stern warnings when he started courting my sister, we have gotten along well. I can have him make whatever you need.”

“Excellent. They would primarily be combat boots, but not quite looking like it. Steel toes, while comfortable enough to be marching in. Easy to take off as well. I want them to come up to just under the knee so they don’t make it difficult to bend, but the front should come up and cover the knee. A metal disc of some kind with padding so we can kneel on it.”

“I will talk to my brother in law and see what he thinks. My daughter here can come with you and get measurements from the rest of your crew. How many would you be needing?”

“Nine for certain.” Inky knew Hannah would want one. “A tenth for the captain. Perhaps two more as spares.”

“Well now, a big order but with them all being the same, it should go a bit faster. If you check back with me in a week, I should at the very least have a better idea of what day they would be done.”

“Excellent. If you get me an estimate, I can give you the down payment.”

After concluding some paperwork, Inky left and headed back to the ship.

****

Meanwhile, on the ship, Ving was greeting the new guest, hoping Liddy wouldn’t be upset with her having named her ship. Ever since they launched, they had been using the registry code. Ving, having experience being greeted at clubs by doormen welcoming her to the name of the club, had to think quickly.

“Welcome, Sir, to The Lucky Harlot.” She was used to being taken to casinos that commonly had the word lucky in the name, and knew Hannah liked the word Harlot.

“Ah, well, it is good to be here. I was entirely unaware such a vessel existed.”

“We are quite new. Only a few weeks since we first set sail. May I offer you a drink?” Ving gestured to the bar where Easy was fluttering her wings as she mixed drinks.

“Is… she for hire?”

“Of course. The only women not available are those on guard.”

“You understand the taboo nature of anyone taking congress with an Emberborn, right?”

“On this ship, taboo simply means it’s not to be done in public. Your privacy is assured by us.”

He paused, contemplating the idea as though it never occurred to him to consider it. While he did, Ving showed him a seat and brought him some wine. Emma walked past, wearing all black lace underwear visible under a pure white lace overbust corset with a skirt. Her hair bound behind her head to let her ears be completely visible. She leant over the bar and spoke softly to Easy to get a drink. Easy handed her a glass and she walked back towards the client, who took the drink as Emma sat in his lap.

“She looks… a bit young.” He grumbled to Ving.

“Older than I am, actually. The little elf has quite the petite frame.”

“Really? She… I see the ears but never thought… are there anymore… normal women?”

“Of course. Some are off the ship, but there is myself and Mari, who should be finishing up with her client soon. But don’t feel compelled to choose too quickly. Enjoy yourself and relax. There is plenty of time to choose how you will enjoy your time here.”

He nodded, taking a sip of wine as he saw Emma stand up and pull her client behind her, leading him down the hall. Getting the client in the work room, she closed the door and gave a devilish smile to her client.

****

“I’m going to enjoy this,” Emma spoke softly, leaning against the door as she moved the lock to click in place.

Her client towered over her as she began to unfasten his trousers. Her breath shuddered in anticipation of what was to come alanya escort as she held his already erect manhood in her hands. Needing to only bend slightly, she took it into her mouth as he stripped the rest of his clothing off. Emma stared into his eyes as she sucked slowly back and forth, moaning softly as he put his hand on her head to force himself deeper. She was thankful that he wasn’t too big, as she didn’t have near the practice as the other women did with controlling her gag reflex. Pulling him out, she licked along the shaft and played her tongue on its head. Pushing him onto the bed, Emma reached behind her to yank on the knot holding the corset and skirt on, and slowly as the bindings gave way, they fell to reveal her supple body barely covered by the black lace gripping her hips and breasts.

Emma turned around and bent over to pick up her clothing, making a show of her firm bum in the air. He reached out to touch it as she slowly stood back up to hang her clothing on the wall. She desperately wanted him inside her now, but knew not to rush the whole experience. Emma climbed onto the bed on the lap of her client, straddling his legs. His hard cock resting against the lace covering the very place where they both wanted it inside. Emma held him in her hands as she pushed her chest forwards. Grabbing her gently by the breasts, he worked his hands under the bra and pulled it up enough to expose them. Then suddenly he grunted and Emma was shocked to see him already reaching his climax. She slid off his lap and returned her mouth to him and swallow what she could. He cursed under his breath as she ran her tongue all over his body to clean him up.

Now, the whole point of seeing clients was to get them off and get paid for it. Yet it would do more harm than good to let them leave humiliated so quickly. Not sure how Liddy would react, Emma did what she thought was best. Running her hands over his softening member, Emma let a little of her energy flow into him. Not the most overt display of magical prowess, but it was a little something to manipulate bodily functions. Slowly he got harder and harder in her mouth, much to his surprise. Emma took off her panties before crawling back onto his lap, and slowly pushed him inside her, letting out gasps at each inch that filled her.

“A woman loves it when a man can endure past his own pleasure. I had no idea I was so lucky.”

He stammered a few non-words out before grabbing a hold of Emma again and kissing her deeply, feeling her breasts on his chest. Lifting her tiny frame up and down to assist as she worked her hips against him. Emma had enjoyed being with the woman in the engine room and the touch Liddy offered, but feeling a man deep inside her thrilled her the most. Yet unlike all the other times when she had spread her legs to simply have something to eat or have a place to sleep. She was doing it now because it pleased her. A man was inside her because she wanted him there and he had paid for the privilege. They rolled over on the bed, and Emma felt what seemed like a giant of a man ramming down on her. She couldn’t help but let out small screams every time as the penetration proceeded with wondrous force. Her arms wrapped around her client’s while he held himself up. She pushed on them to get herself closer to his thrusts as each one worked her body further up the bed.

Again he grunted to signal his climax, but Emma wasn’t finished with him yet. Feeling him getting soft inside her, she repeated her touch and felt it swelling once again. He dragged her to the edge of the bed where she was on all fours, ready to accept him inside her. There was no disappointment when he pushed inside her. He grabbed a hold of her arms and pulled them back to lift her up so she was only kneeling on the edge of the bed. Her breasts bounced during the repeated assault on her body, but was unable to touch them herself. Desperate to tease her breasts but unable as her arms were being used to make each thrust harder, Emma screamed in frustration and felt her body spasm as she achieved her own climax. The rock-hard cock inside her kept thrusting, making it last longer than she was used to. Finally, he grunted again, and Emma let him relax. They collapsed horizontally on the bed and slowly Emma felt him shrink inside her.

****

Ving watched Mari showing her next client the way to the work room. She certainly couldn’t be mistaken for someone too young, although she really didn’t know how old Emma was. Some clients waited patiently while others regained their strength before heading home. A casual social gathering atmosphere filled the lounge as if the ship were any other kind of club. It certainly didn’t bother any of the other men sitting around her that she was on a man’s lap with him inside her. If anything, they liked to watch her move her hips or simply stare at her breasts even though they were mostly covered. Ving had ditched her pants in favour of one of Hannah’s skirts to make it easier to switch between sex and walking.

A woman walked through the door, looking a bit lost, and blushing the moment she realised what Ving was engaged in. She looked as if she was about to just turn and leave.

“Welcome. Don’t be shy. Please have a drink and I will be with you in a moment.”

“A moment, eh?” The client inside her remarked in a smug tone.

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