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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I was, but then you smiled at me.”

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

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

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

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

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

“But you let me join up anyway.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When he had recovered the Nightmare Orb.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Special thanks to kenjisato, a generous volunteer in Literotica.com’s Volunteer Editors program, for editing this piece. All remaining errors and questionable stylistic choices are the sole responsibility of the author. Arguably, this entire piece is a questionable stylistic choice.

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Author’s Note: there aren’t nearly as spelling mistakes as you think there are. Welcome to the future. It’s annoying.

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Rule 1: be Known.

Rule 2: don’t be unknown.

Penny was beyond. Penny was Siddhartha. Penny was Morpheus, Neo, Oracle. Penny used ‘she’ and ‘her,’ but only to eez. She was comfortable being anyone and anything, and all she asked in return was chillseek.

Nools didn’t bother Penny, because Penny was just that Known. The lack of catz in her prime was a hint, but plenty of olds were just old. More were dead — truly dead, Legacy. Their primes were locked. The system kept pushing recycling as a virtue, and dangled Virtue as incentive. The users kept pushing back.

Penny had gone through most of the phases; these ticks, she practiced empathy, compassion, and gratitude. She knew she was lucky to have such an elegant prime, and luckier still that the usual hate didn’t stick.

She knew that most users wanted graveyards and memorials for all the wrong reasons. The masses raged against impermanence — anitya, anicca. Penny had started a wave past that, and had counter-raged for quite a few annies. Eventually, though, she’d surfed on. Plenty of Penny’s empathy required no imagination. She’d made the mistakes. She’d even flamed her own past — just the once, but it had been enough. She liked to think that she’d stayed humble since.

She’d taken the lessons of Orwell — GeorgeOrwell/Legacy/Prime/1903.1950, to be thoroughly systemic. She owed him a lot; his work had helped her get Known. Her first big Thought had been The Paradox Of Impermanence, hearkening to The Paradox Of Tolerance, asking the post- D-Rev and V-Rev Buddhists what responsibility they owed to the countless future prisoners of Big Brother’s quasi-permanent controlled impermanence. From Plato’s Cave to Room 101, she’d asked the hard questions and stated the case.

She’d made friends and enemies, both for good reasons and bad. Then she’d surfed on again. She never forgot Orwell’s lessons, though. Even if graveyards and memorials weren’t exactly what the new world needed, they were better than letting the system control history itself. It’d start with recycling. It’d end with nolegs, scattered about the nowhere.

Penny used to be into some seriously heady shit. She still was, but she’d found a balance. These annies, she spent lots of ticks being a chill Jesus to the meats.

@l_lol meat

@l_lol dopameat

@l_lolocaust oxytokens

@ls_OH HEY PENNY

@l_elomenofuk

The vandals dispersed — all but one. It stayed behind and purged the spam. Penny gave it two pings: one disappointed, one gracious. It pinged all the usual colors back — a complex, animated pixel painting, rife with maths, that instantly navigated the nuances of the prevailing social hierarchy. Penny wished that it contained a promise to never spam the enclave’s wall again, but it didn’t. They never did. Penny tried to practice gratitude for the reminder: there were limits to the power of being Known. She didn’t succeed.

Penny felt obligated to be mindful of the ping’s full breadth and depth of meaning, but it was overwhelming. It was exhausting. The system was seductive, especially to the Known and those with Virtue to spare; they enjoyed a feedback loop of positive pings, ranging from obsequious to ecstatic, and that made them chill with the system.

It wasn’t something to be chill about, in Penny’s opinion. She saw the other side, though. What was to be done? If, as everyone suspected, wetminds still called the shots — nudging, tweaking, and vetoing what claimed to be true AI and true-neutral — there was no stopping them. There was no detecting them. Odds were, they wouldn’t even run afoul of the Butterfly Effect. Interfering with AI was only dangerous when it was working maths and science problems, centies ahead of anything wetminds could comprehend. Social control was almost certainly solved. That meant it could be leveraged safely.

Users loved to crow about all the things that had changed thanks to true AI and Virtua. They didn’t like admitting what hadn’t. Defeated cynicism had made the leap out of meatspace. So had ironic detachment.

Penny emoted to no one and nothing — to the system, then, ironically. A meat would’ve sighed. She emoted again at that thought — a smile, perhaps. The meats were stewards of an elegance worth minding, and Penny wished more users agreed.

Penny was humble enough to admit that surfing among the meats was a refuge — a relief. She pinged a request to the enclave, and was authorized immediately. Penny wasn’t formally keyed, but she was known. If she was being honest with herself, she preferred kastamonu escort being known to being Known. She also knew that without the latter, the former might never have been possible.

Penny understood that gratitude was a tricky thing.

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Penny smelled the hypocrisy, but let it go. It was eliterally a smell: fresh air, no allergens, no pollution, no hint of sanitization or recycling. The meat enclave should’ve reeked. Parts of it did, but it was all opt-in. It was intimate and contextual.

That was one of the reasons why the meats got so little respect. A tiny minority fully committed, and they were given the wide berth afforded to cults with stockpiled MMD. Most of the meats coasted. They lived in an infantile playground. They were derided for lacking courage and imagination. They didn’t have fresh Thoughts. They never got Known.

They ate. They cuddled. They fucked. They came. They flew; that was a popular one.

Penny always enjoyed her time at the enclave. She immersed herself as fully as she could. She adopted the lingo. She switched over to evocalization. She did her best to think like meat. She also cheated a little bit. Publicly available algorithms were still better than she was at parsing meatspace body language. She was learning, but it was slow going. It couldn’t really be taught — not even meat to meat. Meat to user would be yet worse. It was just one more addon. Penny used quite a few.

She called up one of her favorite meat-based avatars, and, as always, didn’t bother with a subhandle. Everyone in the enclave knew she was down to play pretend, so long as her partners were chill. For the time being, she was Penny, the sanely-proportioned futanari, animeted by about twenty percent. All other things being equal, Penny liked having all the equipment at once.

Upon finalizing, she was immediately approached by a delicious femboy, pale and smooth as a fresh blanket of snow. He was animeted too, though not to any extreme. He had big eyes, full lips, perfect hair, and a very soft jaw. In the last few deckies of meatspace primacy, it hadn’t been such a big deal for a male to achieve such femininity. It would’ve cost time and Virtue, though. Penny’s wikimind tickled her brain with ‘money,’ bypassing all the usual meat modes. She accepted it with a soft chuckle. It didn’t matter at all, but contextual sensitivity was the price paid for speed and coverage.

“Hey, Penny,” the femboy said shyly. “Would you like to play with me?”

Penny gave him a big smile. “That sounds lovely, dear,” she replied. They reached out and touched hands. They each felt the delightful electricity of consent and pairing.

“You go ahead and set the scene, baby,” Penny encouraged him, “and, of course, tell me your name!”

“Casey,” he replied. His body language matched his voice; he was playing shy from head to toe. Penny already had a sense of what he wanted.

Within moments, the two of them were in the bedroom of a luxury apartment. Soft white dominated the décor, though bits of color connoted a real effort on the part of the creator. Her wikimind recognized a trite, tropey blend of Japanese and American flourishes from about a century ago, maybe more; Penny herself had spent enough time in this particular enclave to recognize them, though not as quickly as her addon could. She let the program tickle her brain with its explanations and invitations. She practiced mindful gratitude; eventually, the addon was going to tell her something she wanted or needed to know.

Having avoided unproductive negativity, she refocused on Casey. She moved in closer; he clearly wanted her to be dominant. She stroked his slim, smooth body, reveling in the simulated sensations: skin on skin, heat, and even the faint scents of soap and shampoo. His breath smelled minty. He was a delicate meat. That was okay with her.

“Let’s have some fun before the fun, Casey,” she suggested — almost commanded, actually. The line between playing and preparing to play was blurry, and she’d just told Casey she was chill with that ambiguity. “Why don’t you confess? Why don’t you tell me what you really need?”

Casey fidgeted and blushed like a schoolgirl. Maybe it was part of his kink, or maybe it wasn’t. He readily accepted the implicit suggestion. He obeyed her command. He submitted.

“You already claimed my girlfriend,” he said, setting the stage. Penny quickly concluded that the shyness was an act.

The ‘girlfriend’ appeared. Penny recognized her as a primitive pixie, but the wikimind flashed a warning. That word, ‘pixie,’ meant something else in the enclave; they did love their fantasy creatures so. Casey’s ‘girlfriend’ was a basic virtual intelligence, yoked to an animeted human model. There was no user controlling her.

“Mmm, and did that just happen?” Penny asked. The prop flickered at the suggestion, but didn’t change.

Casey nodded. “Well, this kayseri escort wasn’t the first time,” he clarified, “but you just did it again, right in front of me. I watched. It broke my heart, but I got so turned on, too.”

The prop changed. Casey’s ‘girlfriend’ was suddenly naked, fucked-out, and oozing futa-cum out of two holes. Her belly bulged obscenely. Her face communicated bliss, even though she was unconscious; it was an animetion specialty. Penny was beyond chill with it. Animetion was a halting first step away from meat, and she was happy that Casey was so into it.

“Mmmm, and now it’s your turn,” Penny added. “You can’t resist my futa-cock. You can’t resist how I smell — how my futa-cum smells, as it’s oozing out of your girlfriend.”

Casey nodded again. His cheeks went beet red. “You’re so much bigger than me,” he suggested.

Penny accepted, shifting her avatar’s height, weight, and visible strength. She kept going until Casey nodded again, this time with a cute little lip-bite added for good measure.

“How big is my futa-cock, Casey?” Penny asked him.

“It starts off huge,” he answered, “and then, eventually, well…”

Penny moved in all the way. Her tweaked form towered over Casey. She brought him into an embrace, pressing his face into her breasts, forcing her cock up and in between their bodies. It grew until Casey shivered and sighed, signaling that it was just right.

“Do you want to taste it when I cum, Casey?” Penny asked. “Or do you want it to go all the way through, and out of your mouth?”

Casey mumbled into her breasts. She eased up just enough so that he could pull his head back and speak clearly.

“I… I think I want both,” he answered. He seemed genuinely frustrated. Penny came to the rescue.

“Oh, there are a few ways we can make that happen,” she said coyly.

His eyes lit up. Compared to the lifelong meats, Penny was a journeyman at best, but she’d quickly become known for her improvisational skills, and for thinking outside the box.

“Why don’t you try to think of one, though?” she pressed. “Just for fun. I won’t tease you too long, baby. I want to play. I want to claim you. I want an owned couple. I’m going to make you the baby’s nursemaid.”

Casey’s smooth little penis twitched. His baby-blue eyes transmitted gratitude, reverence, and awe. Every single one of Penny’s new suggestions had struck a chord.

Plenty of meats were creative within a narrow band. Casey, perhaps, wasn’t. Still, they all knew the value of enthusiastic partners. It was one of the things Penny liked about the enclave. Collaborations were common among users, but they were never pure. There was always an undercurrent of competition. Whenever Penny helped to build a meat or animeat fantasy here in the enclave, she felt the thrill of pure cooperation. It was stronger and chiller at the same time. The wikimind tickled her again, and she was happy for the reminder: ‘yes, and.’ Nothing made ‘yes, and’ chiller than meats seeking orgasms.

“What about… um, a funnel, with a tube, and… a machine?” Casey tried. He shook his head. “God, that’s so stupid. A Rube Goldberg device for sex? I’m so embarrassed.”

Penny moved past the wikimind’s next tickle. She was focused entirely on Casey. She urged his mouth towards her nipple before squeezing him tightly again. She shushed him as he suckled. It wasn’t a part of the scene, but he needed it. It calmed him down.

“Baby, that was such a good try,” Penny reassured him. “You came up with it so quickly, and it absolutely worked the problem. You can criticize yourself without killing yourself. It’s okay, baby. Practice makes perfect.”

Casey lifted his mouth off of her nipple, but didn’t pull away. He let himself be held by his massive futa scene partner.

“You got so good at this stuff so quickly, Penny,” he said meekly. “I admire you so much, and I try to be… um, chill…but I get bad feelings about it sometimes. I get envious. I’m really sorry.”

She shushed him some more.

“All I need is for you to try, baby,” she said. “You’re being so honest with me, and you did exactly what I told you to do. That’s wonderful.”

It was the essence of chillseek. She didn’t impose the lingo, though. She was a guest here. She was a student, not a master. Casey wasn’t a master, either. She resisted the urge to label him. A heatseeker would go straight to ‘slow,’ one of the worst things a user could ever be. A slightly impatient scene partner might settle upon ‘limited.’

Penny actively focused on the good feelings instead. She felt protective of Casey. She felt responsible for him. Penny was tempted to offer him love then and there, but she decided against it. She’d agreed to play with him. She felt like she should do that first.

“Here, Casey,” she said, nudging him away. “Look at my futa-cock. This is my idea.”

Casey obeyed, and Penny quickly scanned kıbrıs escort the data banks. She didn’t find exactly what she was looking for, so she fiddled with a background program and slapped together a custom job. Her impossible futa-cock — already defying physics and biology in at least four different ways – grew rings of bumps all the way up and down its length. They quickly matured into proto-nipples. They were guaranteed to give milk.

Casey stared in awe. He was admiring the art and the artist all at once. It made Penny feel great. She practiced mindful gratitude. She resolved to make her scene partner feel great in return.

“I’m a very special futa, Casey,” she said seductively — and with a hint menace. It hardly counted as a suggestion. Casey was unhashed; the wikimind suggested ‘an open book.’ Penny liked it.

“I make so much futa-cum,” she continued, “and my muscles are so strong, that I shoot out of every single one of these holes at once, plus from my giant cock-slit. Even though my cockhead is going to come out of your mouth when I thrust into you the final time, I’m going to irrigate your entire body, including that cute little mouth of yours. You’ll feel it everywhere inside of you. You’ll taste it. I imagine these bumps will feel good for both of us, too.”

“Oh wow,” Casey exclaimed. “Yes!”

Penny smiled. She made sure it was predatory. “Finish the fantasy, Casey-baby,” she ordered. “Make it as good for you as it can be. Don’t hold back. Confess everything to your future futa mistress.”

Casey got shy again. Clearly, it was one of his favorite acts. He was very good at it.

“It won’t be rape,” the little femboy whispered, “not really. But…”

Penny nodded. She understood. Casey wanted to put up one more pathetic, doomed fight. He wanted to be overwhelmed. He wanted to be seduced by the scent of futa-pheromones and futa-cum, and by the sheer strength of Penny’s dominant sexuality.

“I want it to make me a girl,” he confessed. Penny thought his shyness might be genuine this time. The request itself didn’t faze her. It was a common trope.

“All at once?” Penny asked. “All the way?”

He shook his head. “I want my little penis and balls to shrink down to a clitty,” he said, “so you can put a cage on them after you’ve claimed me. I don’t want a vagina. I do want titties, though. I want…”

He trailed off. He searched the data banks; Penny knew the look. He found an old-world cartoon. It was amazing how many had been preserved — and how many were about sex.

“This,” he finished, offering transmission with a handshake. Penny readily accepted. She saw, and understood. She never actually needed to; Casey could’ve made it happen all on his own. The meats played wonderful trust games, though; this was one of them. Penny was grateful. She’d asked for confession, and had received it.

“Anything else, Casey?” Penny asked. “There’s no rush. I have ticks and ticks — sorry, hours. I have hours. I have no place else to be.”

“After you claim me, you collar me — and my girlfriend,” he said. “Then you make me clean her up. You hold the leashes. Your futa-cock is still huge. You fuck me some more while I lick up pints of your futa-cum, just because you can — because you’ve got nothing better to do while watching your owned sissy-gurl follow your orders.”

“That all sounds great, Casey,” Penny said. “Do you want to let others watch?”

Casey shrugged. “I think I’d like it to be you and me for now,” he replied. “We could record it, though. Would you let me hold the permissions?”

“Of course,” Penny agreed. “Oh, before I forget, what does your girlfriend taste like?”

Casey blushed again and smiled shyly. He offered his hand one more time. Penny accepted it, and then coated her monstrous, omnidirectional futa-cum blaster with a surprisingly-detailed simulation of girl-cum. It came complete with visuals, flavors, smells, and textures. The only thing missing was an audio profile. It was a common way to save resources — a ‘cut corner,’ the wikimind suggested. Penny didn’t think either of them would miss it. She also liked that phrase. She could understand why it hadn’t survived amongst users, though.

“Her name’s Emily,” Casey said. Penny smiled. She couldn’t believe she’d forgotten to ask. Meats got attached. It was paradoxical. It should’ve been another step away from meat, but it wasn’t. It was meat asserting itself. It was an old-world master treating their pet — a ‘dog,’ or a ‘cat,’ the wikimind suggested — like a human.

Casey gave the nod; either his imagination had run dry, or his lust had overborne it. In one tiny concession to user protocol, he flashed green. Penny did the same.

They started playing, in media res. Penny the futanari, with a cock so huge it should have killed something — probably her first, and then whatever it landed on — zeroed in on her prey. He was already caught. He just refused to admit it.

“Your girlfriend’s already mine, Casey,” Penny said. “She’s probably already pregnant. You don’t want her baby to grow up without you, do you? You’d make an excellent sissy nursemaid.”

Casey was transfixed by her cock. His eyes followed it, even when Penny spoke. He backed away from her slowly. When his legs hit the large bed, he nearly jumped out of his skin.

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Horvan looked around the cell. There was nothing much here, and what there was was familiar. His employers were away on a mission, rescuing some women from the clutches of a demon. Or so he had gathered, from what he had overheard of their planning.

They were often away, of course, venturing into unlit catacombs in the far reaches of the wilderness was, essentially, how they made a living. Normally, at such times, he tended the villa for them. But this time was different. This time they were doing something in the city itself, and more importantly, somebody had sent a demon into the villa.

He shivered inwardly as he remembered facing the thing. He had known immediately that the creature was far out of his league, and that it could kill him in an instant. He had shouted out to it instinctively, before it had turned around and its full nature had become apparent. Not that he was any sort of warrior — in retrospect it was obvious that he should never have made himself visible to it at all.

Those glowing red eyes had fastened on him, and he had known the gut-wrenching fear that he was about to die. Even being hit with the knife was nothing compared to how terrifying that one look had been. It brought him newfound respect for what his employers did all the time, and he still did not know why it had spared his life at all. By all rights, he should be dead, yet it had not taken the trouble to finish him off. Perhaps he was just too insignificant to even care about.

The attack, however, had meant that while the adventurers were away this time, they had insisted he remain safe, away from the villa. His parents were out of the city, and there were few others he would have been willing to impose upon. But he had an aunt that, like his mother, worked as a healer at the Temple of Felanda. She, at least, was in the city at the moment, and had been able to arrange for him to stay for a night or two at the temple.

He was sitting on a small bed in a spare novice’s cell, a sight he was familiar with from his own childhood, although he had never seriously considered the healers’ calling himself. He lacked the skill for it, although perhaps he should have studied harder. But he was lucky in having found the job that he did, as housekeeper to the adventurers. At least growing up in the temple had got him used to doing a lot of cleaning and housework.

Now he was back here again, if only for what should be a couple of nights at most, looking round at walls that were bare except for a single religious icon, and a room that contained nothing else save a bed, a small table, and an empty trunk. Novices had few possessions; it was part of the preparation for ordainment as a healer.

He sighed and leaned back against the stone wall. He had already exhausted the supply of things to do here; it wasn’t even as if they had any need for more cleaners. There was nothing left to do but think. Naturally enough, his thoughts turned to his employers, and to the danger they were currently facing.

It was always a concern when they were away; that, this time, they wouldn’t come back, or at least not all of them. He might not have been one of them, but they were almost as close to him as family now, or so he felt. They were undoubtedly good employers, and he knew that he was privileged to work for them, under their protection — even if that had not worked out so well recently.

But that was not the only reason; there was also Vardala. Calleslyn and Lady Tarissa were undoubtedly attractive women, but there was just something about Vardala that he found incredibly appealing. Her fine features, her lithe body, her deep brown eyes, all combined to make her the woman that fuelled his desires.

It was something he felt deeply guilty about. There could never be anything in it, not least because she was his employer, She deserved better than him secretly admiring the curve of her breasts, or trying to catch a look at her even partially unclothed — something at which he had so far failed dismally. But he just couldn’t help it.

The guilt and the impossibility of it all were both compounded by the obvious fact that she was a gnome, not a human. Although she had all the curves and attributes of any adult human woman — in fact, she looked five or six years older than he did — she barely reached up to his waist. A vision of sexiness in miniature that he should surely have ignored, yet was unable to.

That small size had occasionally fuelled fantasies of her giving him fellatio while they both stood upright, but mostly he just wished that some bizarre piece of magic would transform her into his own size. In the dreams that fuelled his nights, that was how she always was; all but human, until he woke to a damp patch on the sheets and remembered that if such a spell existed, he had never heard of it.

“Horvan, I heard you were here.”

He broke from his reverie, and the inevitable beginning of an erection, to notice the woman standing at his door. ardahan escort “Sallisha,” he said, “it’s been a long time.”

Sallisha was one of the novices at the temple, somebody he had known before his life with the adventurers. She had been his girlfriend at one point, but it hadn’t lasted, and that was before he met the woman of his impossible dreams. She didn’t even look anything like Vardala, even leaving aside the fact that she was obviously human.

Her light brown hair cascaded in ringlets around her shoulders, her slender body clothed in the simple white robes of a novice, a deep cleft plunging from the neck to expose the holy symbol nestled on the thinner white fabric underneath. A narrow girdle wrapped around her slim waist, and the skirt fell to ankle length, giving him only a glimpse of the slippers she wore on her feet. She was, he had to admit, still a very attractive young woman, her skin fresh and supple, her light brown eyes watching him with the caring warmth so typical of healers.

“How is it with… uh…” he struggled to remember the name.

“We broke up. It’s a long story.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“But what about you?” she asked, stepping forward into the cell, her musical voice indicating her eagerness to hear more. “How have you been since… how long has it been now?”

“I, uh… I don’t know,” he admitted, “but I’ve been well enough, thank you. Busy at work, you know.” He couldn’t tell her about the demon, Lady Tarissa had impressed that much on him. And it wasn’t something he wanted to remember anyway.

“Yes, that’s right; you were with those adventurers, weren’t you? But you never decided to become one, did you? It must be a hard life, even if it pays well for some people. A great many never come back.”

“No,” he said, smiling, “I’ve never even felt tempted. I’m no warrior, and I’m certainly not a magician. You’re right, it’s a big risk to take… and not one for me, I have to admit.”

“Good,” she said, sounding relieved, “You should have become a healer. Like me. Maybe then we wouldn’t have broken up.”

“Well…” he said, not wanting to get too far into that side of things, “that didn’t work for me, either. There’s too much learning, and religious dedication… I think it’s great that you’ve found your vocation, and you’ll be a great healer once you complete your novitiate. But that isn’t me, either. I’m happy the way I am. It works for me.”

“Why are you here, then? I got the impression that something had happened, but nobody seems to know for sure. The adventurers you work for… they’re not out of the city, are they? It’s not as if they’d have anything to do here. We don’t have heaps of gold coins lying around in the city guarded by fire-breathing dragons, after all.”

This was what he wasn’t supposed to talk about. “It’s just temporary. Nothing to worry about.”

He had obviously sounded less than convincing, because she took another step forward into the room, a worried frown on her face. “If there’s nothing for them to do here… has something followed them home from their last expedition?”

“No… I mean, uh… no.” A memory of the demon’s face flashed before him, the red eyes burning, the large horns dark and menacing, spurs distorting its face into something less than human.

Sallisha’s hand leapt to her open mouth as her eyes widened in shock, “oh, my gosh, it has, hasn’t it? Something followed them! Are you all right? Did it hurt you?”

He floundered, trying to think of something to say that would allay her suspicions, but nothing came to mind. He really wasn’t very good at this sort of thing.

“Oh my goddess!” she gasped, rushing to his side. “You’ve been hurt! Let me see — I’m a healer, maybe I can do something.”

“It’s fine, really, nothing. I mean, it’s already been healed.”

He winced with the memory of the pain, and she must have caught the look, and perhaps an involuntary twitch in his shoulder, because her eyes immediately darted towards the site of the injury, hidden as it was beneath his clothes.

“No, no, you can never be too sure. There’s infections, and all sorts of things. I have to have a look. What do adventurers know about healing?”

“Quite a lot?” he asked, but she was already fiddling with his shirt, which was embarrassing in more ways than one. “Look, don’t fuss, it’s fine. Lady Tarissa is a paladin…”

“No, Horvan, I am going to inspect your wound, whether you like it or not.” A sterner tone had crept into her voice, the way that healers sounded when they obviously weren’t going to brook any nonsense. “I’ll close the door if it makes you feel better, that way nobody else will see. But I will have a look, just to make sure.”

“Oh, for goodness sake…” he said, knowing that he had already been beaten, “it’s been magically healed by a paladin laying on hands… there’s nothing to see.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” she said firmly, adıyaman escort getting up to close the door.

Reluctantly, Horvan began to peel off his shirt. “See?” he said at last.

“You call that nothing?” She was at his side on the bed again, looking at him with concern.

“Well… nothing much.”

There was a scar; even healing magic only did so much. But all that remained was a pale pinkish streak of slightly raised tissue running across the muscle of his shoulder, where the knife had penetrated deep into his flesh. But he couldn’t really feel anything; apart from the scar, there was just no sign that he had ever been injured, and he had been told that even that would fade with time.

“That looks serious!” she said, “it must have been really deep.” She ran a hand over it, the cool skin of her fingertips pressed against the muscle there. He struggled to ignore that; they had been intimate before, but now she was a healer, and just doing her job. “Move your arm,” she said, “and tell me if you feel any pain or discomfort.”

Reluctantly, he rotated his shoulder, flexing his arm, the muscles moving beneath the skin as her hand lay over it, stroking him in a way that was beginning to seem more than merely professional.

“Nothing,” he said, honestly, “it feels fine, and I’ve got the full range of movement now. See?”

“Perhaps,” she said, a little grudgingly. Her left hand reached behind his back, running up over his spine as her right moved across his chest, cool fingers brushing over his skin, her face just inches from his, her breath warm against his cheek.

“Uh…?” he said; a rather incoherent query.

“Just checking for other injuries,” she said, her voice soft now as her right hand circled lower, moving onto his abdomen, caressing him as her left gently brushed over his ribs. “Yes, everything is how I remember it.” She kissed him on the side of his neck, a brief exploratory peck with her lips. “Is it how you remember it?”

“Should we be doing this?”

“Why not?” she whispered, “there’s nobody else, is there?”

“Well, no, not… uh, no, there isn’t.” Which was true, really, no matter what thoughts he might entertain in the privacy of his own mind.

“Good.” She pressed her nose against his neck, lips kissing the angle of his other shoulder, tongue darting out to taste his skin. “Mmm… you smell good.”

“I mean, it’s just, we’re in the temple, and you’re a novice…”

“I’m not a nun. We’re not celibate.” Her right hand was moving lower, and had reached the hem of his trews, brushing over the top of his hips, the calm, comforting touch of a healer.

“Well, no, but…” he flicked his eyes meaningfully towards the holy icon on the wall, but if she noticed she gave no sign.

“Good,” she said again, with a slight giggle as her hand at last slid down into his trews.

Despite himself, he was already beginning to get hard, and as her hand ruffled his pubic hair and slid round to the base of his cock, he found that she was starting to become irresistible. Her soft fingers slid up his length, then moved back down again, gently pulling back his foreskin.

“Uh, Sallisha, are you really sure about this?” he said at last.

In reply, she stroked her left hand all the way around the base of his back, and round to the front where she began to undo the top of his trews and to pull his underwear down. His cock sprang free as her other hand continued to gently stroke it and moved up to run a thumb over the glistening head. She leaned closer and kissed him softly on the lips.

“You don’t think I seem sure?” she said teasingly.

He had no answer to that, and when she kissed him again, he at last responded, moving his hands onto her hips, to pull her up slightly onto the edge of the small bed. It wasn’t much more than a cot really, but it would have to do. He was never going to have sex with Vardala, that was an impossible dream. Besides, he was all too human to be able to resist what her hands were doing to him.

Her right hand continued to massage his swelling cock as her left moved up to stroke his chest again, and they kissed eagerly. The tip of his erection brushed against the cloth of her robe as she shifted position, moving one leg between his thighs, leaning partially over him as they both sat on the edge of the bed.

Sallisha released him, kneeling back slightly so that she could undo her girdle and throw it onto the floor. She lifted her robes up, pulling them over her head, then shaking her hair loose as they joined the belt. He could see her nipples swelling beneath the thin fabric of her shift, the holy symbol glittering against the white. Smiling, she moved her head down, long hair brushing his chest as she kissed him again.

His hands slid down over her hips, feeling their slight curve, and onto her thighs. Her legs were slender and shapely, much as Vardala’s were, but the warmth and softness karabük escort of their skin was very real beneath his questing fingers. He surrendered to the sensation, kissing the healer passionately as she finally pulled his trews down far enough that he could kick them free.

Stroking his hands up her thighs, he reached under the hem of her shift, feeling the smoothness of her bare back as he rucked it over her hips. His cock pressed against her belly, throbbing with desire as she reached down to gently cup and stroke his balls.

“Oh, yeah…” be breathed. He had forgotten how good this was.

Sallisha moved so that she straddled him now, legs either side of his. Her gentle caress moved up his cock, pulling it up and under her shift, pressing it against the flesh of her belly until the tip nestled in her navel. She kissed him once more, then leaned back to pull her shift up and away with her free hand.

Her breasts had grown a little since he had last held her, but looked just as sweet and inviting as ever, the pale brown nipples obviously hard as she pressed them against him and delivered another lingering kiss. Horvan pushed her away slightly, and stroked a strand of her long wavy hair, pressing it against her skin.

He ran his hands over each globe, feeling the texture of her skin against his fingertips, brushing in ever decreasing circles towards the centre, eliciting a barely suppressed whimper as he at last fondled her swollen nipples. Bending in, he pressed his lips against one, tasting it, sucking her slowly.

At last she gasped aloud, and he began to wonder again if this was wise. The door to the cell might be closed, but it was not locked, and there might be healers walking along the corridor outside. He did not want to be discovered, and, presumably, neither did she.

She evidently had the same idea, for she muttered, “hush, hush… we have to be quiet.” Which seemed a little unfair, since so far, he largely had been.

She pulled his head free from the delights of her soft breasts, and kissed him on the lips, long hair draping over his face and shoulders. Her right hand behind his head, stroking his own hair, she struggled to pull down her panties with the other, until he helped her, sliding them down over her long thighs.

His cock pressed against the sparse downy hair of her mound as the young healer reached up to stroke it again. They were still kissing, soft pants of desire all that was escaping their lips. One hand squeezed the round globe of her buttocks, pulling her up closer to him.

“Oh, yes…” she whispered, eyes wide with desire.

It was she that eased him inside, pushing him inch by inch between the eager folds of her pussy. Her eyes never left his face as she slowly pressed him all the way in, biting her lip to keep from crying out. His hips began to buck involuntarily and hers soon responded in kind, leaning over him, knees pressed against the bed, narrow waist sliding between his welcoming hands.

He pressed in and out, taking his time, moving slowly, savouring the feeling as her hard nipples brushed against his chest in time with the motion. She gasped out loud, bit down on her lip, and then cried out with a whimper as he pushed himself back in again.

“This isn’t working,” she muttered suddenly.

It wasn’t? It certainly felt like it was working to him! But there was nothing he could do as she pulled herself away, and turned to lie back on the bed. She must have registered the shock and puzzlement on his face, because she grinned, and said “Not that, silly! Come here…” He moved over her, still confused, cock now pressed once more against her belly. “Make love to me like this,” she whispered.

He lost no time in complying, moving one of her legs out of the way to ease himself back inside. “Oh, yes…” she whispered again, her head lying in a halo of brown curls against the pale fabric of the pillow. He began to move again, sliding in and out, pressing her breasts against his chest. Their hands explored each other’s bodies, roaming over slick flesh as he began to increase the rate of his motion.

It finally dawned on him what she had meant by it not working when she grabbed the corner of the pillow and stuffed it into her mouth, smothering a pent up moan of passion. She nodded at him, briefly, her cries now as stifled as they reasonably could be.

Horvan closed his eyes and, to his later shame, pictured Vardala underneath him. Human sized, of course, but it was her face that really filled his thoughts as he imagined it was her that he was making love to. His thrusts increased in strength and urgency, as did the pitch of Sallisha’s delighted cries. She crossed her legs behind his back, giving him more leverage to press into her, and a hand gripped his heaving buttocks.

He opened his eyes again just before he came, letting out a gasping cry that made something of a mockery of the healer’s attempts at silence. It was Sallisha’s face before him again, Sallisha’s eyes wide with passion, Sallisha’s pale lips pressed hard into the pillow as her body shuddered in the throws of her orgasm.

“Oh my goddess…” she said, fingering the holy symbol around her neck, “oh my good goddess…”

He rolled off her, not wanting to look her in the face. It was still not she that would haunt his dreams.

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Foreword First my thanks to LegMann for his editing. Second all there is no under age sex here. And Last sorry for the wait and I hope you enjoy the latest installment of R.O.W.

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RISE OF THE WARLOCK

Deals

My sister sighed against my neck and I smiled briefly as I considered what to do. In the immediate future I knew I had to get my sister to her own bed. Then I would need to find a way to keep my family safe while I dealt with Lord Dick eater and the T.K.K.

The info I was given held a bit of background information on the Krew as well as a list of the leaders and where to find them. What I inferred was that Lord Avery didn’t care about the Krew so much as eliminating its leaders. Why I didn’t know. All I knew was that they in some way threatened his influence.

As for my family, I couldn’t simply lock them in this house, use magic to ward my land, and curse anyone who attempted to get on it until I could figure this shit out.

“Fuck,” I muttered. I slipped out of bed, but not before placing a small charm upon my sister to keep her sleeping. I checked the time on my phone – it was a little before five. Made sense. I rarely slept more than four hours. I dressed in a pair of sweats, put on a pair of socks then lifted up my sister to carry her to her own room.

Completing that task I checked the living room and as I thought, our clothes were still there. I picked them up, placed her clothes in her room, and mine in a hamper in the mud room.

I turned on the TV and watched Tom and Jerry as I began working out a rough plan. First, I needed to even the playing field with Avery. As I saw it at the moment, I was a pawn in his game. Not a good place to be – after all, pawns are meant to be used and sacrificed. Second, I did want to deal with the T.K.K. They did murder my mother after all, and they were into some seriously messed up shit.

Lastly, I needed power. The soul was a powerful thing, but you could only use so much energy before you did real damage to yourself. I also needed more resources. I considered and discarded plans one after another. All in all I was worrying myself to death.

Sighing, I sat down on the floor. Taking a classic meditative pose, I began to breath in and out, in and out. Part of learning to strengthen my body through the use of magic had me learning to meditate. There were various meditative techniques to achieve different results. Part of the eastern understanding of magic was not to amass a huge reserve of energy, but to purify the existing energy within to achieve greater results with less.

However, what I was doing now was just putting myself in a state of pure thought. This way all my problems would clarify themselves… at least that’s how it was supposed to work. Sadly all I achieved was the settling on something I already knew, and that was that I didn’t know enough.

So there was only one thing I could do: deal with the small problem first, and work my way up to the larger. By that I meant dealing with the T.K.K., and not in the way Lord Jerk Off wanted. I was going to perform a “Sam Axe” special and give the jerks half of what they wanted.

That Afternoon

I waved as the two cars drove down the driveway. My Aunt’s van led the way and Daphne followed behind. Daphne had taken quite a bit off time off work, and as for the others, there was the school year that they needed to finish up. It was only because of spring break that they had stayed as long as they did.

I pulled the burner cell I had been given from my pocket and called the only number programmed on it. The phone rang twice then it was answered. “I’ll do it,” I said, then hung up and popped the back off, pulled the battery, slipped out the SIM card, and tossed the pieces in the garbage can by the garage.

So for the next few weeks as school worked its way to finishing for the graduating classes, I went through, and re-went through, all the information contained on the USB flash drive.

I found the perfect target to begin with. His name was Jake Bosch. Bosch was a wannabe rapper who only got big due to his association with the T.K.K. From the few tracks of his music I found on YouTube he was a truly dreadful rapper. Under the name J Bomb, he had a short career as a performing artist that failed miserably. However, with the backing of the T.K.K. he started his own recording studio and opened up a few clubs.

The clubs and the studio were all a money laundering front. The T.K.K. gave him dirty cash and he cleaned it and returned it to the gang. That was the entirety of what I had on him. Bosch worked out of a club in downtown Grand Rapids called Paradise.

Surveillance

Paradise… shitty name… anyhow, Paradise was located on the edge of downtown GR. The building used to be an old furniture warehouse in the fifties. The building was two stories and built at the height of nuclear paranoia. Which is why it had a decent sized bomb shelter located underneath.

All tuzla escort of which was easily learned on the net. The first time I checked out the club was during the day on a Sunday. As I was hoping the place was deserted. I went through an alleyway leading to a loading dock in the back. A heavy steel door sat beside the closed dock. The lock on the door was easily negotiated and I walked into the building. It was dark, and while there had been no cameras outside I couldn’t be sure there wouldn’t be inside.

I had bet on the fact that Bosch was a criminal and wouldn’t want any video of his crimes laying around and it paid off. I walked through the dock and found the door to the club proper. I kept walking until I found a small office in the back. I had assumed it would be upstairs but I didn’t mind being wrong.

This door wasn’t locked. Inside was a large desk with a computer, and a couch pushed along one wall. Walking behind the desk I found a good size safe. I placed my hand against the cold metal and concentrated.

See, magic can affect just about everything and that includes different metals. I pulled out my pocket knife and dinged it off the surface of the safe. Concentrating on the feel of the vibrations I got a decent feel of the safe’s inner workings. It felt right, though to be absolutely truthful, I had no idea how to crack a safe. Well, that’s not quite right. I have seen many different heist films and seen every episode of Burn Notice and most of White Collar.

So anyhow, I turned the dial, feeling for the vibration. Sadly it all felt the same, and seeing how I didn’t want anybody knowing I’d broken in I gave up. Moving back to the desk I looked through it. Luckily, these locks were easily dealt with. However, there was nothing incriminating or even useful. Some receipts, a few magazines, and that was it.

The computer was the same as the safe, as in I didn’t know enough about hacking to break into it. So after trying a few combinations of his birthday, his arrest date, then the release date, and finally the day he first made a record I gave up. As a last ditch effort, I tried those dates on the safe and still bupkis.

I was annoyed and I didn’t want to give up but didn’t see any other option when something occurred to me. Moving under the desk I carved a quick symbol into it and then focused on it, placing a charm that would allow me to hear whatever was said in the room, or I at least hoped it would. I put everything back the way I found it and left.

Of course, I couldn’t monitor the room from Blackburrow, but every weekend I returned to the club. I used a glamour to change what I looked like. I couldn’t do anything too extreme as glamours were only skin deep after all. I could change my hair, skin, and eye color. I could even change the shape of my face. However, I could not change my height or body shape.

The first night I felt like Cinderella as with every movement or brief distraction I almost lost control of the glamour. So when I got back home I grabbed the book and did a little more research on glamours and realized the problem.

See, it turns out that glamours require a lot of energy and concentration to constantly maintain, so it was best to enchant a trinket of some kind to help with one or both parts. So I went about the task of enchanting my belt for the task.

See, any organic material was a decent medium for magic and silver could hold a fair bit of energy. I carefully carved runes into my belt, inside and out, and then placed a fair amount of energy into the buckle. I tested it in front of a mirror, my face and skin color changing with each passing thought.

I had fun with going green like the Hulk, turning as black as night, or as pale as a ghost. I even made myself look like a Sith from Star Wars. Laughing, I patted myself on the back, my fun interrupted only by the alarm on my phone telling me it was time to leave for school.

School was quickly coming to a close which is perhaps the best part of being a senior. I had already informed the principle that I wasn’t going to attend the graduation ceremony. He wasn’t surprised. Daph and I would occasionally “talk”… by that I mean she would call me, start to make small talk, then I would hang up. I didn’t do small talk.

It was the last weekend until school would officially end for the senior class and I was at the club. This time I’d entered through a pair of double doors into the club proper. Along both walls were booths, except half way down the left was a large bar. Along the back wall was a stage with plenty of room for a band, though at the moment their was just a DJ at a sound table or whatever those things were called.

The acoustics were terrible sadly. All that you could feel or even here was the bass, not the actual music, so mostly I just got a ringing headache every time I entered the place.

Bosch sat at a back booth in the corner near the rear pendik escort door to the back dock. Bosch was your typical “gangsta” wannabe: looked like Barney Fife and dressed like 50 Cent. Bosch was maybe 5’5″, had dark hair, brown eyes, and an overly large nose. He was also incredibly thin.

Paradise had a number of waitresses for serving the sitting customers, or just to act as eye candy. Half of what I picked up from his office was him trying to leverage sex from his employees. Sadly he succeeded more than I would have liked. If the women wouldn’t do what he wanted for their job he’d threaten them with the T.K.K. Basically, he told them that if they refused him, He would have them servicing every cock in the T.K.K.

It was almost two a.m now and I was about to take off when I saw someone I hadn’t seen an years.

Derek Washington walked in. He wasn’t much different than I remembered. Same self satisfied smirk, same walk. Hell, even his clothes looked the same. He had some tattoos on his arms though I couldn’t see them all that well from where I was standing. He walked over to Bosch and stood over him. I saw Bosch say something to him then they both got up and headed to the back.

I grinned to myself as I made my way to a private booth and sat down to listen.

I heard a door open and shut, then their voices.

“So what’s up?” Bosch asked.

Derek sighed. “The usual shit and something new. My brother told me to get the word out that we’re looking to recruit a wizard?” Derek said almost in disbelief, like he thought his brother had lost his mind.

“Wizards. Really? What the hell has your bro been smoking and can you get me some?” Bosch laughed.

“No idea so onto the usual business. Any problems with the money?”

“None. I’ve even managed to increase some of the return by lowering the overhead a bit by getting a new liquor supplier. I managed to get eighty cents on the dollar instead of the normal seventy,” Bosch informed Derek.

Derek then replied, “Meaning you’re getting ninety and giving me half of what you’re taking in, right?” he said, real friendly, but I could hear the threat in his voice.

And apparently so, too, could Bosch as he answered a little shakily, “Yeah man, of course. We’re homies, right?”

“Yeah, we’re homies, Jake,” he said condescendingly as he left.

Taking that as my own cue I left as well, a new idea forming in my head. One that would serve all my goals.

Rise

Dropping the bag on the motel bed I looked around the motel room. Dingy was perhaps the only way to describe the room. The “no tell” motel was just off the highway. It was the kind of place where most of the patrons paid in cash and stayed for an hour, maybe two. In other words the perfect place to lay low until I could find something better.

I dug through my pack pulling out some jewelry I’d made. They wouldn’t sell for too much, but then again I only needed a small stake to get me started. For the last month, in between monitoring the club and waiting out school, I had been taking care to shut up the house.

That afternoon I left the motel and visited a nearby pawn shop for a bit of haggling and a bullshit story about how the pieces had been in my family for generations. In the end I managed to get about five grand out of him. I would have been happy if I hadn’t spent nearly twice that on the materials over the years.

I headed back to the motel and napped for a few hours while trying not to think about the activities that the room had been used for.

“I’m waking up, I feel it in my bones” blared from my phone as it rang. “Y’ellow?”

“I knew if I called using my friend’s phone you’d answer, asshole,” my sister shouted into my ear. I had been trying my damndest to avoid this conversation though I should have known I couldn’t. My sister was damn stubborn when she wanted to be.

“Hi Daph,” I said, already cringing.

“Hi? HI?! That’s all you have to say to me after hanging up and screening my calls for who knows how long?!” I was holding the phone away from my ear as she screamed into the receiver.

I sighed slightly knowing that the decision I made would hurt her, but feeling it to be the right one said, “Well I had no interest in the weather and didn’t particularly care about what your friends and/or neighbors were doing.”

“Asshole, I… I was trying to connect with you.” She cried into the phone. Another sigh escaped my lips, my left hand clenched into a tight fist.

“Well stop. I mean it’s nice you want to be closer and all, but I really don’t care about what your friends and neighbors are doing, much less what their friends and neighbors are doing.”

“Dammit Bart, if you’d talk to me then I wouldn’t need to fill the conversation. It’s like you’re pushing me from your life and, and I don’t want to be pushed away, ok?”

“Daph, I know you care, you all do. However, I like being alone. I prefer maltepe escort being alone. Us sleeping together does not change that. So thanks, but no thanks. In other words, leave me be. When I want to talk, I will.”

I heard a half choked sob over the phone before she angrily shouted, “Fine! If that’s what you want then I’ll fucking leave you be…ASSHOLE!”

With that she hung up, and I felt deserving of that moniker, though I still felt that I did the right thing. I sighed as I checked the time on my phone. Pulling myself out of bed I got ready. I showered, shaved, and brushed my teeth.

I had gone to Anton’s Discount dress clothes earlier that day to buy a number of off the rack suits and dress shirts. I dressed in a black dress shirt, black dress pants with a red vest and tie. The vest and tie were faux silk but it looked good, perhaps not as good as the real thing, but at least I wasn’t completely broke. I had chosen to wear my grandfather’s pocket watch along with my wallet. Both the wallet’s and the pocket watch’s chains were on my left side.

I had shined a pair of black boots. It was funny as the attendant at Antonio’s had been attempting to get me to purchase some dress shoes or at least a nice pair of cowboy boots. He had continued right up until I left. Still, I filed his persistence away for further consideration. After all, if I was going to barter for people’s souls, the attendant was a great example to live up to.

…10:00…

I entered the club and unlike the other times I had come, I actually parked in the lot instead of a block away. True, it was mostly paranoia that had kept me from parking in the lot. Still, better paranoid than dead.

I quickly identified my first potential clients. I started with Brad Dahmsey. He was 5’5″, good looking, had blond hair and a picture perfect smile. This night he was wearing the usual brand named clothes and appeared as confident as I was used to seeing. This was a good thing though.

See, Brad had a problem. Despite his outward confidence and the many women he would make a pass at, or in some case’s be hit on by, he’d never go home with any of them. At first I wondered if he was gay. My curiosity, as always, drove me to make a pass and see. Mind you it wasn’t until after he turned me down that it hit me. What if he was? I wasn’t. I had no interest in being with him so what in the hell was I thinking? Luckily, he turned me down.

So another Friday night came. It was nearing closing, and he was well on his way to being well and truly wasted so I approached him again.

…That Night…

“You strike out, too, man?” I yelled into his ear as I drunkenly swayed into the bar. Brad looked over to me. He nodded before trying to drink from a glass of ice. “Yo, barkeep, bring us another round!” I yelled out.

Brad took his refreshed glass and said, “Thanks, man.”

I nodded a little too vigorously before going into a tale about how I had this perfect ten just eating out of my hand until some asshat bumped me and spilled my drink on her. “To say the least, she didn’t go home with me,” I whined into the drink. “So what’s your reason?”

“Reason?” he asked.

“Yeah, the reason you’re all dressed up with know one to fuck.” I laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world he joined until he realized it wasn’t all that funny.

Brad looked at me for a moment. For a second, I thought he wasn’t going to tell me, but then he spoke. “You know I look good. By my looks alone I’m more than confident. But you see I’m, ahh… I’m really small, you know, down there.”

I looked at him and said, “Ah, come on man, I mean I won’t bull shit ya, but if your good with your hands and tongue, you can generally make up for that.”

He looked at me before saying, “You don’t get it. The first girl I ever slept was a virgin. We both thought we’d be together forever, you know?” He paused for a beat, staring at the glass in his hand, then continued, “But then I get this fucking text from her phone showing a video of her fucking some guy, moaning out how much bigger he is…” He took a heavy gulp of his drink.

“I tried not to let it get to me and move on, so I went out with this girl I worked with. She’d been dropping hints for awhile about hooking up. So we’re in my apartment and making out real heavy, when she starts pulling my shirt off and kissing her way down, undoes my pants, pulls down my skivvies, and laughs. Fucking laughs.”

He finished off his drink and dropped his head to the bar.

…Present…

That night as my made-up persona I had told him I might know someone who could help and now it was time we were introduced.

“Brad Dahmsey? I’m Bartholomew Schultz. A client of mine, Michael McBride, said you had a problem you could use some help with,” I said while holding a hand out to him.

He took it, shook it, and speaking in a hushed tone asked, “Yeah McBride said you could help me get larger uh down there? Is it like a pill or something, because the pills I took in the past never seemed to work.”

“Well, it’s not a pill. I thought Mike had gone through this with you.” I answered him.

“He did, but I was quite drunk and thought I heard him wrong when he said it’d cost my soul and be done through magic,” Brad responded with an uneasy smile.

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Sam could only shake his head, a thought warrior. He had tried to go through his memories to find exactly what it was.

“I’m sorry,” Sam told Fino. “I can’t seem to recall what they were.”

Fino took a deep breath; this was going to take a bit to explain. “It was more of a secret arm of the protectorate. They had been conditioned so that they could protect. Unlike most of the population, they could actually act out to violence with violence. It was basically in response to the discovery of the Tetricon elite.”

Sam was nodding this much he had pretty much guessed. “If they were needed so badly, why wasn’t something done to help them? It seems obvious that the conditioning unbalanced some of them.”

“It wasn’t that east Sam, those that could help them couldn’t. They couldn’t take the number of violent ideas that the thought warriors had. The few that tried had near mental break downs.” Fino replied.

“I’m sure that eliminating all of them wasn’t necessary.” Sam said then looked at Fino, “Oh I see. Rather than fix the problem that you people created, you just got rid of them. No matter that they weren’t showing signs or not. Shit! Here you called the Tetricons barbaric!” Sam spit out.

“You have to understand Sam, we had no choice. The simple fact that, I was a part of that, left an extremely bad taste in my mouth. I never want to have to do anything like that again.” Fino said a look of horror on his face.

Sam could only shake his head, so far everything that he remembered about the Cliverstone people, was true. Then again, this thought warrior was of his most concern at the moment, that plus the power mad Tetricons, the pissed off Thantas. Then, there was these elites that seemed to want no part of what the council wanted. Then there was the elite’s captured offspring. Oh yeah! Let’s not forget the new power he was still feeling.

Fino watched the emotions play across Sam’s face. He could really sympathize with Sam in that respect. There were many times that, the full weight of the world seemed to be on his shoulders. In this case though, there really wasn’t much he nor the others could really do to help. Well, all but one, one that might be the death of all of them if they lost control.

Finally, Sam decided that he wasn’t going to solve all the problems right now. He put away all that there was nothing he could do at the moment.

“I have to go, I am hoping that all of you can help defend this world, if they decide to try and take it.” Sam said then turned to check on the others.

Not far away he entered a tent like enclosure. There, he saw that both Drivas and Thellus were laying on the cots he’d left them on.

“So, what’s the prognosis?” He asked his mother, Triann.

Triann turned to Sam a slight smile on her lips. “I’m not sure how you have done it, they both are continuing to change. Thankfully, it appears as if they are only progressing one percent every few hours. Much more conducive to their health than the large jumps they made earlier.”

Sam blew out a breath, he’d hoped that this would work when he started it. “I’m glad, I wasn’t sure that it would work when I initiated it.”

Triann nodded as she watched Sam closely, Sam’s concern for both the females was heartening to her. Hmmm, she thought, perhaps, the newest generation of the Cliverstone race was closer to reality than she thought.

Walking to the tall blonde, Triann ran a small black box over the blonde’s body. “This one I am reading at ninety five percent Cliverstone. Another day she should be complete. This one,” Triann walked to the Auburn haired Thellus. “I am reading at ninety three percent Cliverstone. The first almost complete converts in nearly six hundred solar time units. Possibly another day and a half she should be complete.”

Triann was about to speak further when Mellos burst in. “YOU!” She shouted at Sam who was rolling his eyes. “I am ready to go with you, I am as strong as you, don’t deny it.”

Sam sighed, “I don’t…” Sam started, then found his self, flying through the wall of the enclosure. Following close on his heels, flying behind him, was Mellos with an angry look on her face.

Damn Sam thought, that actually hurt as he rubbed his chin. Dropping to the ground, he stood his ground as Mellos came at him full speed. Her fist in front of her, she tried to fly faster when she saw Sam on his feet. Growling Sam doubled up his fists swinging at Mellos almost full strength.

The blow caught Mellos by surprise sending her flying backwards. A small smile crossed her mouth as she felt her power increase several percent. Good she thought, let him deny me now, ah shit was her last thought as the world went dark.

Sam looked down at his bruised and tender hands, Shit, that had been like hitting a brick wall, she was most definitely a hell of a lot stronger. Might have to take her up on that offer, he thought as he watched the bruises start to fade.

Not far away, Thantas was floating göztepe escort beside a still unconscious Triot, whose face was still in the dirt. Thantas rolled her eyes, it was obvious to her that the two of them liked each other. They must as they both had the power to seriously hurt the other.

For some strange reason, she had a swelling of pride in her chest. She briefly shook her head why she thought? They weren’t family, though she did have a massive amount of gratitude for Sam saving her.

Once again as before, there were memories right at the fringe of her mind. At least this time, she wasn’t plagued by the earth-shaking headaches like she had before.

Distracted a moment, she didn’t see Sam turn her way the make his way toward her. Sam stopped next to her, looking at Triot. “Still unconscious huh? Sam asked.

A small smirk came to her lips, “yes, I intend to keep him that way as long as possible. Though,” her she looked down at Triot. “I have no qualms about ending his existence, uh… if he acts up.”

Sam was nodding his head, “I can only ask you not to if possible. I still have questions for him, though not too many.”

Thantas was nodding her assent when Triot groaned. A wicked smile crossed Thantas’ face as she drew back her foot kicking Triot in the head. Looking at a slightly astonished Sam she said, “what?! Just making sure he stays quiet”

“I want you to watch over all of them, I have a meeting with the elite and another that I have felt. It also has a great hatred of the council as the elite do. We need to come up with a plan to free their offspring.” Sam told her. “Oh, Also, I think that Mellos is ready.” Rubbing his chin, Thantas smiled.

“I know, I saw that hit she got in. She might be as strong if not stronger than I am. Though,” here Thantas looked in the direction she last seen Mellos flying. It might depend just how long she’s out. You did put a lot into that last hit, not sure I could’ve resisted it.” Thantas said a warm smile on her face.

“Ha!” Sam said with a smirk. “She’s a lot stronger than I thought, has been the whole time.”

Thantas shook her head, “if she’s that strong why did you refuse her help?”

“Unlike you whom I wanted to grow stronger before we did anything, she caused me doubts. You know how she was, the killings, stealing, being a general nuisance. I wasn’t sure ’til I did the last healing if it was going to actually help her. Dealing with the mind is something I am completely unfamiliar with. I…” Sam was saying when he was interrupted.

“It is really bad form to discuss someone, while they are standing right here.” Came the snide voice of Mellos.

Sam rolled his eyes as he turned to see Mellos there with her arms crossed.

“I’ll apologize later, for now I’d say you’re ready. The thing is we are going to meet Tetricon elites. They haven’t had contact with the ones here in a long time. I have already spoken with them, the only oddity in all this is the other elite that was recently revealed.” Sam said noticing that Mellos just nodded as if she was completely aware of the situation.

Hmmm, Sam thought, something is going on here. I’m really not liking being kept in the dark like this. Here he thought that he could honestly depend on her. Now, he was starting to have doubts again. This time it was Sam who crossed his arms as he stared at Mellos.

“What?” Mellos said uncertainty on her face.

“You want to go with me, expecting me to trust you when I can see that you are clearly lying to me. I can put up with a lot from you Mellos, not this. Your reaction to the news that there was another elite out there was far too accepting. So, wanna explain? Or do I just leave you here, as you know I can.” Sam slightly growled at Mellos.

A look of astonishment on her face, suddenly dropped to concern. “I suspected a few that I met, so I am sure that it was one of them. Though at the time none of them showed that much power. Which one it is though I am unsure.”

Sam could only stare at her; she was a hell of a lot closer to disclosing the whole truth though not completely. Still, Sam just stood there his arms crossed as he waited for Mellos to continue.

“I am still not so sure you are telling me the truth. With all that we have been through, you still can’t trust me? Here you want to help me, AND have me trust, you? I’m going to need a hell of a lot more, if that is going to happen.” Sam said sternly to Mellos.

“I can’t really be sure,” Mellos said. When I was so unstable, I often suspected my helper. There were times that his power would spike I was so certain he was one. Just as suddenly, it would drop to nothing, as I said, I suspected though wasn’t sure.”

“See?” Sam said. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

Mellos released a deep sigh. “It was far harder than you thought. I have been ‘bad’ so long, untrusting so long, it was hard, still is. Damnit Sam, I am just starting to adjust to how I am, here you wat to push it? çorlu escort You have a hell of a lot more confidence in me than I have.”

Sam was agreeing up to the last part. “I know what you are capable of, now. I can also see all the changes that have taken place within you. Confidence? No, I know, so get used to it! No, I have an appointment to keep, if you want in, be ready.”

Mellos nodded her head as her eyes opened wide. A moment later Sam nodded to her, then Thantas as he leaned close to her patting her on the shoulder. “Watch them well, with luck we should be back in less a day.”

Thantas nodded when Sam walked to Mellos, then they both shot skyward. A small sigh escaped her lips as she turned to look at Triot, then the others. Strange she thought as she started to feel as if something slipped in her mind. What the hell she thought, grasping her head she started to have an overwhelming flood of memories in her mind.

Not far away, Triann was watching the whole exchange. The moment Thantas grabbed her head, Triann had to fight to hold herself back. Triann also felt a great pang in her chest, if what was about to happen, happened, they might see Thantas lose control a few moments.

Alerting her mate, Fino appeared a moment later concern etched on his face. Shaking her head, she pointed toward Thantas who’d now fallen to her knees. “I fear that the time is drawing near my mate.” Triann told her mate

Fino’s mouth had dropped open as he could only nod his agreement. “If he did what it appears he did then, I am afraid I am in complete accordance with you.”

Fino held his mate close whispering, “it is hoped that this, doesn’t mark the second possible death of our race.”

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Then Doctor laughed evilly watching the two offspring of the elites scream. He’d never thought of using this invention on his own kind. Ah! The screams they were issuing were so refreshing.

The oldest of the two young Tetricons, gripped what his female parental unit had slipped it. It was taking all its power to keep the pain from effecting it. The siphoning device it clutched tightly was working perfectly. Unfortunately, ’til its parental units attacked again, it wouldn’t be able to use it. Already it could see that the power capacity was at half, though they would need it full if this was going to work.

Looking beneath it, the older sibling was taking almost all the pain being forced on it. This was the only thing the older one could see to do, its younger sibling was after all two hundred solar units younger.

The doctor left them a few moments later, he had to check on the joined council. Without his supervision there was no telling what trouble they could get into. One last look at the offspring had the Doctor feeling that everything was finally starting to go his way.

Traveling the many miles in minutes, the Doctor laughed at the terror that these simple humanoid beings were feeling. Ah! It was so good to be free of that accursed humanoid body, to feel his full power as it throbbed within the body, he was meant to be in.

Inside the council chambers, several emotionless techs, stepped aside to allow the Doctor to observe the readings they were getting. The Doctor nodded as he moved around the room to see each and every readout.

The Doctor reached out feeling the melded council. {I need a report now, where are you?} The Doctor’s thoughts said.

A moment later the image of the melded council appeared before the Doctor. “Lord Doctor, we followed the Cliverstone ’til he escaped back into Queen Triada’s Triad. We then started to follow the elites as ordered. At the moment they are holding station near the border of said Triad. The other that you felt was moving away from the triad far faster than we could follow. We lost his energy signature within moments.”

The Doctor’s eyes went wide, they had lost it? Only a full Cliverstone or an elite had that kind of speed. “I suggest that you continue to look for it. Though I do advise caution. If this is another full Cliverstone we might have a problem. If it is as I suspect another elite we have missed, then perhaps it can be persuaded to join us.”

“All will be done as you command. Do you wish us to continue to watch the two elites? They have grown quite powerful in the last few planetary time units. Should we not enact their destruction codes before they discover them?” The melded council asked.

The Doctor was in thought a few moments before he answered. “No, it doesn’t really matter if they do. Once they are inserted, they can never be removed. The only way to prevent it, is to deactivate them. As I am sure you know those codes died with our planet.”

A truly wicked laugh came from the melded image a moment later. “So, whether or not we activate them, we will always have the threat over them. A very astute solution to this problem.”

The Doctor’s eyes were wide, then he nodded. Perhaps they ümraniye escort weren’t as apparently stupid as he had at first thought.

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Just beyond the border of Queen Triada’s Triad, both elites were waiting. They had already been in contact with Sam so they knew what to expect.

Both Mellos and Sam accelerated toward the portal quite a distance from the border. Both elites felt the energy build up then nodded to each other. They also accelerated, seeming to disappear within seconds.

It was a mere hour later that Sam and Mellos exited the portal. Feeling the direction, they had just been, Sam could see that the elites would take at least another hour.

Sam let Mellos know as he, then she, descended toward the planet. Landing with a slight thud, Sam started to feel for the other that he’d talked to not long ago.

Mellos was looking everywhere for the source of power that she was feeling. She could swear that the energy felt like the male that used to help her. She’d seen her destroyed space craft, having thought that the male had perished with it.

Sam was watching Mellos closely, if as she thought this was her helper, this could go bad real fast.

A movement near a body of water had Sam on guard. He’d had enough with those he’d just met trying to destroy him.

“Alright,” Sam said his voice slightly raised. “I’m here, the others are on their way, shouldn’t be long now.”

A slight movement from the water caught Sam’s attention. A large black body arose from the depths of the water, then walked toward them.

“So,” the creature said slowly. “you are the one that traced me here. I had thought that no-one could do that.” Then the creature looked closer at Sam. “Are you… what, is called a Cliverstone?”

am looked back at Mellos then nodded yes, “actually we both are.”

“Both?” The creature asked looking around Sam espying Mellos. “You!” It started staring at Mellos. “You I know, though I can’t seem to recall your name. Then again I can’t seem to recall mine neither.”

Mellos stepped forward, taking a deep breath. “If you are whom I think you are, I remember you saying a name once.” Mellos stopped, not wanting to continue ’til she was asked to say it.

The creature shook its head, a slight feeling of stabbing pain in its head. “I…” the creature started then fell flat to the ground pain apparent in its voice.

Mellos sighed as she waited, for some strange reason she felt she should wait. They both watched as the creature struggled to beat the pain.

Just as suddenly the pain faded, the creature looked at Sam then Mellos. “I had a great many memories open up. I remember back before you found me Mellos. whether or not you believe it you saved me. I was dying when you happened by that planet. I am glad you were as you were, without the cruelty I know I would have expired.”

“Here I thought you would be angered at me.” Mellos started. “I…”

At that moment several bolts of energy struck the ground around the creature. Both elites dropped from the sky between the creature and both Sam and Mellos.

“So, you abomination!” Hissed the female, “you survived. It figures a coward like you would. Let us dispense with this putrid piece of flotsam. She said to Sam and Mellos.

“Wait!” Sam yelled causing both the elites to hesitate. “This one has no real memory beyond ten years ago. I understand you take care of your own, though I ask you to reconsider a moment.”

Both elites whirled to stare at Sam, what was going on? This coward had run when the fighting had started, well what little of it there was.

“I found him a few years ago, almost dead on a planet I visited. Even in my sick condition, I could tell he would be an asset to me. It took a while to get him better, at that time he had no memory, still doesn’t actually.” Mellos explained.

Both elites stared a moment then started to scan the one Mellos had talked about. “So, you didn’t run, you were following orders, though fake they did appear to be very real.” Turning both elites nodded to Sam. It appears that this one was used then discarded as so much flotsam. This feels like the doctor’s work.”

“If it is as you say, then he has as much distrust of the council as we all do.” Sam said.

“Well,” the male started, “it is there though. He has a great of his mind wiped, or so it seems, the fact that he has regained the last ten solar time units is promising.” Here the male place it appendage on the head of the one without much memory.

“You might want to step back this isn’t going to be pleasant.” With that said, the male’s appendage started to glow. A few moments later the male without much memory started to scream, with increasing volume.

The elite male withdrew its appendage. “I am not sure if it will open any more. Without more of his memories, I am afraid he won’t be able to access most of his power. Not a good end for an elite.” The male elite stated. “I…” The male stopped looking at the sky.

Sam’s head snapped toward the sky also as he stretched out his hands. “Go outside the atmosphere. I want this to look as if you are trying to get through, GO!” Sam urged the two elites as they rocketed skyward. “You are going to have to add all you can to this shield. I am still not powerful enough to hold all nine of them off.”

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Chapter 1: A New Case At Last

Rick Summer sat with his feet propped up on his battered desktop, hands behind his neck, as he leant back in his comfortable old Vinyl-covered armchair, and stared at the Vid-screen, that took up most of the opposite wall of his small, dilapidated office, in the rundown Madison Building, in downtown Frisco. The digital, solar-powered desk clock/calendar read, October 15, 2037. The time was 2:33 pm.

He was currently reading the front page story from the ‘Frisco Daily News’, courtesy of the Word Wide Web, and a hefty subscription:

Another Young Girl Disappears From the Greater Frisco Conurbation!

Police today confirmed the disappearance of Ms. Donna Powers, aged twenty-four, sometime between 3:00 pm and 5:00 pm, yesterday afternoon, while she was out shopping in the Carnegie Drive area of the city. This was despite the fact that every citizen under the age of thirty-five, should have had an electronic ID chip surgically implanted at birth, and so it should be physically impossible for anyone to just disappear off the map, without the National Police Monitoring Agency, instantly knowing about it?

Ms. Powers is Caucasian, a natural-born female, 1.67 Meters tall, with short, auburn hair, and a fuller figure, weighing in at approximately 76 Kilograms. She was last seen wearing a loose fitting, bright pink shellsuit and Nike trainers, and was carrying two carrier bags full of groceries, at the time of her mysterious, inexplicable disappearance!

Anyone knowing anything about the possible whereabouts of Ms. Powers, or who may have seen her leaving the Carnegie Drive Shopping Mall with anyone, should e-mail or voice-fax their local Constabulary Outpost, as a matter of utmost urgency!

Rick picked up the infrared remote control handset, pointed it at the Vid-screen and clicked the laser cursor on the highlighted words ‘Donna Powers’. Immediately a window containing a colored digitized photograph of the missing female, complete with a detailed description and mini-biography, zoomed out, to almost fill the Vid-screen.

“God, she sure is an ugly bitch!” Rick muttered, peering at the digipic. “She certainly ain’t been abducted for her good looks!” Ms. Powers certainly was a particularly plain looking girl, rather on the obese side. Rick pointed the cursor at the photo, and clicked again, and the window shrank back into nothingness! He continued reading the main article:

Assistant Police Commissioner Rodriguez has asked the populous to remain calm, even though this is the forty-seventh female, aged between twenty and twenty-five, to have disappeared from the Bay area, during the past four months. Apart from their age and gender, the only thing to connect all of these disappearances, is the fact that their I.D. transmission signals have terminated, in all cases! No corpses have yet surfaced and, so far, our boys in blue do not seem to have a clue as to the whereabouts of any of these missing citizens!

Distraught parents and relatives have been besieging the City Hall, Web pages and e-mail addresses, demanding urgent action to locate their missing loved ones!

Rick settled his battered old Fedora hat over his perspiring brow, and popped another Cashew nut into his mouth. He was the same age as the Powers dame, but of course, he wasn’t female, and he had no intention of having a sex-change operation, despite it being the current vogue! It was far too expensive, for a start, and, anyway, he was quite happy being a guy!

Rick was 1.75 Meters tall (approximately five-feet nine-inches), black-haired, and weighed just over 70 Kilos, with broad shoulders and narrow hips. He face was covered with the currently fashionable designer stubble, and a droopy black moustache clung to his upper lip. He was not what you would call totally unattractive to members of the opposite sex! He scratched his chin, and stifled a long yawn.

The rest of the article was mainly comprised of an interview with the girl’s aged parents, and some more background information on Donna.

He was a little annoyed that none of the relatives had, so far, asked for his help, in locating their missing girls! Still, he mainly specialized in industrial espionage cases these days, so they may have gone to another private dick? He belched, and took another swig from his half-empty can of Coca-Cola. It was getting warm and tepid, and the damned air-conditioning unit had broken down again. “I haven’t had a single new case in over two weeks now,” he muttered, aloud, “and the rent on this flea-pit is long overdue!”

He was just contemplating switching to the sports pages, to find out how the ‘Dodgers’ were doing, when an annoying beeping sound commenced, and a small Vid-phone icon appeared, and started blinking, in the lower right corner of the Vid-screen.

“Shit, şişli escort the Batphone!” he exclaimed, sitting bolt upright, and clicking the laser cursor on the phone icon, with practiced ease.

Immediately, a picture of a gray-haired, distinguished looking old guy appeared, sitting behind a large mahogany desk, in what looked like some sort of private study. Rick was suitably impressed. Anyone who could afford a real wooden desk these days, and a mahogany one at that, by the look of it, had to be worth a bunch of credits!

The man looked into his own Vid-screen, seeing Rick’s image peering back from it, questioningly, and his eyes lit up. “Ah, Summer, glad I caught you in your office!” he boomed. “I’ve got an urgent piece of industrial detective work for you, and I can make it well worth your while!`’

Rick sat up straighter, tilted his Fedora further back on his brow, and tried to keep the avaricious gleam out of his eye. “I’m, ah, pretty busy at the moment, Mr… What did you say your name was?”

The man smiled. “Arnold Scrooge!” he replied. “And I just happen to know that you have very little in your casebook, at this present time, Mr. Summer! Business isn’t exactly booming, is it?”

“Oh, yeah, sorry about that, automatic reaction!” Rick blustered, trying to look suitably contrite. “So, what’s this investigation you want me to undertake, Mr. Scrooge? Rick Summer don’t come cheap!”

“I’m afraid the project is far to delicate a matter for me to discuss over an open phone connection, Mr. Summer. Please come over to my place, as soon as is convenient! I only live just outside the city boundaries.”

“How will I find you, Sir?”

“You will find a map, and full instructions on how to get to my mansion, appended to the end of this transmission, Mr. Summer! I would like you to come over this evening, say about seven o’clock, if that is at all possible?”

“Yeah, okay Mr. Scrooge, I’ll be there! Just as long as you ain’t jerkin’ me around? I wouldn’t want you to live up to your namesake, the guy that Charles Dickens wrote about?”

Scrooge chuckled, then reached over and switched off the phone link.

Rick stared at the screen, blinking away the after-image. “Is this guy for real?” he wondered. He shrugged his shoulders. “Still, what have I got to loose?”

He called the map up, on screen, along with the directions on how to get to Scrooge’s place. The guy had a secluded villa, up on Canyon drive. Only the very wealthy lived in that particular neighborhood.

“Arnold Scrooge?” he mused, with a frown. “That name seems to ring a bell?”

He immediately initiated a computer search, using the name ‘Arnold Scrooge’.

“Arnold Scrooge,” a computerized, female voice intoned, as the data simultaneously appeared on the Vid-screen, “President and founder member of the board of ‘Droids ‘R’ Us’, currently one of the three most quoted companies on the U.S. stock exchange, along with….”

“Enough, enough!” muttered Rick, ending the transmission with a flick of the cursor. “So, he’s THE Arnie Scrooge?” he murmured. “Probably one of the ten richest people in the world today?” This information cheered him up no end. “This could be your lucky day, Summer?” he chortled, rubbing his hands together, avariciously.

How erroneous subsequent events would prove him to be!

Chapter 2: Into The Frying Pan

Rick’s old, battered Ford Galactica hovermobile, settled down on the close-cropped, superbly groomed lawn, with a variety of groans, squeaks and rattles, the linear-magnetic motor, whining its protest. He sighed, and switched off the engine. “I will definitely have to get me some new ‘wheels’,” he thought. “This heap of old junk, is just about ready to fall apart!” He’d even had to drive over on manual, because the auto-pilot had finally given up the ghost, some three-months before, almost dumping him in the Bay, before he’d wrested control back from it!

As he stepped down from the cockpit, he found himself surrounded by a half-dozen hulking Robo-guards, each armed with a lightweight machine pistol, and electric cattle prod. He was more than a little surprised. This was a job normally carried out by human personnel, at a fraction of the cost of their electro-mechanical counterparts?

“Hands above your head, buster!” snapped the head honcho, in a menacing voice, stepping forward. His optical sensors glittered, with that dull, lifeless look, characteristic of all androids. Otherwise he looked a reasonable facsimile of a gorilla, wearing a business suit. Apart from the serial number on the breast pocket of his jacket, he looked identical to his five muscular companions.

Rick didn’t argue. These guys looked like they all had itchy trigger fingers, and a bad case of indigestion, and he was on their turf, after all. “Easy boys!” he murmured, slowly placing his hands on top of his head. “The name’s Rick Summer, and I have an urgent appointment with your tuzla escort boss!”

RD10000457, stepped forward and quickly frisked him, removing his Walther PPK9, from his shoulder holster, before removing his billfold, and checking out his I.D. He then nodded to one of his fellows Robo-guards, who stepped forward with a computer-interfaced ophthalmoscope, and shone it into Rick’s eyes.

“Retina patterns both match those in the data banks, Chief!” the ‘droid murmured, before stepping back into line again.

His boss nodded. “Okay, Summer, the boss is expecting you!” he growled, prodding him with the gun barrel. “Walk ahead of me, up to the main entrance, and don’t try any funny business? The boss don’t like to be kept waiting!” The lines could have come straight out of an ancient gangster movie.

“It could’ve been worse,” Rick mused, “he could’ve used his cattle prod! I wonder why they didn’t just scan my I.D. chip though?”

-oOo-

By the year 2037, the science of Robotics had advanced in leaps and bounds, and great strides had been made in other associated fields of research, such as Bio-Mechanics and Computerized Control Systems, so that many of the more mundane, routine, or more dangerous tasks, formally carried out by the human race, where now performed by Robots, or Androids, the latter being almost indistinguishable from their human counterparts!

Although their bodies were now grown in huge vats of nutriment, to accurately duplicate their human counterparts, the basic skeletal, muscular and nervous systems, were still electro-mechanical in nature, controlled by miniaturized super-computers, conveniently located in the cranium, and powered by rechargeable batteries, with an approximately thirty-six hour life, before needing recharging.

By far the largest manufacturer of these intricate devices, was ‘Droids ‘R’ Us’, formally ‘U. S. Robotics’, and with the average price of a new android being somewhere around 100,000 U.S. credits, they were also one of the wealthiest.

Because of the high cost of these sophisticated mechanical beings, they tended to be mainly used in highly dangerous or contaminated environments, where it was virtually impossible to use human alternatives. Also, they were extensively employed in jobs involving extensive, or out-of-normal-hours working; or repetitive production line work, requiring high-speed dexterity. As a consequence, it was rare to see an android in a domestic situation, and despite their growing numbers, the vast majority of the populace had yet to lay their eyes on one, in the ‘flesh’, so to speak.

While they looked very life-like, there was only a very limited number of ‘droid models available, so they often tended to look like identical twin brothers, or sisters, and they were usually built to appear to have a chronological age of about twenty to twenty-five years.

Androids were also really quite stupid, despite their super-computer central processing units! They were limited to fairly basic decision-making, although reprogramming was fairly easy, just involving the replacement of one program disk with another! They were ideal for long, boring, repetitive tasks, where their human equivalent might tend to loose concentration, and let his or her mind wander, or grow physically exhausted.

Chapter 3: Me Rick, You Jayne

RD10000457, they had such pretty names, pressed the ornate, antique doorbell, then stepped back a couple of paces, keeping an ever watchful optic lens on the shabbily dressed detective.

The door swung open, and Rick was treated to the sight of one of the loveliest creatures, he’d ever laid eyes on.

The girl’s big, blue eyes slightly crinkled at the corners, as she smiled at him, her lovely face surrounded by a halo of long, blonde curls, that cascaded down onto her slightly freckled, bare shoulders.

“Ah, you must be Mr. Summer, the Private Investigator?” she exclaimed, in a tinkling, almost musical voice. “Please won’t you come in, Sir? The Master is expecting you!”

She glanced over at the Robo-guard, still hovering in the background. “That will be all, 457!” she added, her face suddenly cold and expressionless.

“Please follow me, Sir!” she murmured, after she’d closed the solid oak door behind them. “The Master is in the Study!”

As the girl walked ahead of him, down the hallway, her hips swaying, sexily, Rick couldn’t help run an appreciative gaze over her firm young body. The girl was wearing an old-fashioned but revealing, black French Maid’s outfit, consisting of a heavily-wired, low-cut bodice, that left her shoulders and the tops of her breasts bare, and a short, flared skirt, complete with crinoline lining, that reached down to about mid-thigh. Her long shapely legs, were encased in sheer black stockings, and on her dainty feet, she wore a pair of stiletto-heeled sandals, with heels that must have been all of thirteen-centimeters in height?

He was amazed pendik escort that she could walk so sure-footedly on such spiky heels, without even a break in the sexy sway of her firm, sweet ass. The tight bodice appeared to give her a wasp waist, but even so, Rick, who’d always had an eye for a pretty girl, figuring her vital statistics to be somewhere in the region of 35c-23-35 (in inches of course. It was one of the few imperial measurements that seemed to have survived, since the States had gone fully decimalized in 2006.).

Rick had never before met anyone who had a real, honest-to-God live housemaid in their employ, he realized, and he wondered why such a beautiful young girl (she couldn’t have been much more than twenty), was willing to do such a menial job?

“With a face and figure like hers, she could earn a fortune on one of the subscription Porn channels, on the Vid?” he decided. He started to go hard, as a picture of the blonde, bent over, and stark naked, with some guy fucking into her from behind, flashed through his fevered imagination. He quickly dismissed it, and regained his normal cool, professional, composure. He could only assume that Scrooge was again failing to live up to his namesake’s reputation, and was paying the girl a small fortune in salary?

The girl paused, before an heavy, oak-paneled door, opening it inward, as she stepped aside to allow him through first. “This way, Sir!” she said, smiling warmly.

“Thank you!” Rick replied, captivated by her big, blue, innocent looking eyes. He could easily have fallen into them, and happily drowned!

“Huh?” He gave a start, as he realized she was still waiting for him to enter. “Oh yes, sorry!” he muttered, embarrassedly. She smiled at him, as he entered the room ahead of her, feeling his ears starting to burn.

The walls of the room were lined with bookcases, crammed with genuine, antique hard-covered books, many bound in soft Moroccan leather, or a damned good facsimile. Rick blinked. He’d never seen so many books in one place before. They’d become a bit of an anachronism, in the mid twenty-first century, when people used the Vid, for all there reading and educational needs.

Two leather-bound armchairs were positioned in front of a huge, old-fashioned open fireplace, containing a roaring log fire, or a damned good simulation of one. “It can’t be genuine!” Rick told himself, shaking his head. “The wood alone must cost a small fortune!”

In front of the fireplace, the highly-polished, imitation parquet flooring (it couldn’t be genuine, could it?) was covered by a tiger-skin rug. It was a damned fine reproduction, Rick had to admit. It had almost fooled him, at first glance.

The old man, sitting in one of the chairs, placed his open book on a small coffee table, with a pattern of inlaid marquetry, that was standing alongside, then rose to his feet. He was wearing a smoking jacket, with carpet slippers on his feet. “Mr. Summer, so glad you could make it on time!” he enthused. “I like a man who’s punctual! Please, take a seat?” He indicated the facing armchair, on the opposite side of the rug to his own.

“Thank you, Sir!” Rick replied, seating himself, as soon as he had finished shaking the old man’s hand. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the girl had remained standing by the door, after she’d quietly closed it.

“Right! Let’s get straight down to business!” Scrooge began. “I have asked you to come here, Mr. Summer, to investigate one of the direct competitors of Droids ‘R’ Us… BioRobotics! We would like you to infiltrate their organization, and to steal their secrets!”

Rick frowned. “Excuse my ignorance, Mr. Scrooge, but I’ve never heard of BioRobotics?”

The white-haired man smiled, sadly. “Very few people have, my boy! They are currently one of the small fry in the field of robotic manufacture, but they are soon going to become the only manufacturer of domestic androids, if we cannot discover the secret of their success!”

“Hmm! What do they manufacture exactly?”

“At the moment, only one product! Sex ‘droids!”

“What?” Rick’s eyes opened wide. “Did you say, sex ‘droids, sir?”

“Well, maybe that’s an over simplification! The reality is, that they are producing a female android, that is indistinguishable from the human equivalent, who is pre-programmed to be her owner’s adoring sex slave!”

“Indistinguishable from the real thing, you say?” Rick felt an icy chill run along his spine, as he realized some of the possible consequences of such a product, if it were ever mass-produced.

“Actually, it’s better than the real thing!” the older man replied, in all seriousness. “Jayne, would you come over here, please?”

Rick gave a start. He had completely forgotten that the maid was still in the room with them.

The girl hurried over, and stood on the carpet, between the two men.

“I don’t think you two have been introduced? This is Jayne Morgan, my maid, and general factotum!”

“Nice to meet you, Jayne!” Rick said, with a slightly puzzled frown.

“Likewise, Sir!” She crossed her shapely pins, and performed a dainty little curtsy, at the same time fluttering her long eyelashes at him, shamelessly.

“God, she’s an absolute stunner!” Rick decided, wondering whether he had finally fallen in love?

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Author’s note: Just to help everyone keep track of our heroes – Michael is the half-alien super stud that can create super women by planting his seed in them; Mandy, Michael’s first creation, has unlimited strength and invulnerability; Rachel, has magical hair that is unbreakable and can act as tentacles, a shield, projectiles etc; Amanda is able to shoot blasts of energy from her eyes.

[Mandy]

Mandy lay sun tanning, her sun glasses her only speck of attire. Since rescuing Michael at his apartment, Mandy had found out that Michael had taken another lover in Rachel. Mandy wasn’t too pleased with this development, since she had wanted to keep her lover to herself. However, she also realised that Michael had and always would be something of a playboy and it was better to know about his other partners than have him skulk around keeping mistresses secret.

It had been an emotional roller coaster over the last weeks, having first been assaulted by aliens, had her boyfriend stolen, fucked her boss (many times), not to mention been transformed into a superhuman with seemingly limitless strength and invulnerability. To now have another woman sharing her lover was kinda small in the entire scheme of things so she thought she could accommodate it.

At least Rachel was also super hot, thought Mandy. It would certainly not do for Michael to have traded monogamy for someone average. While she’d like to think that she still topped Rachel in the looks department, Mandy had to admit that Rachel’s body would most likely win out given her more feminine attributes (read as amazing breasts; plus Mandy’s muscle tone, while not bulky, might not be so attractive to some men).

When Michael had first woken up, Mandy had privately impressed upon him that she could accept Rachel, but that he should ask her for permission before inviting anyone else into his bed. Michael had agreed without a second thought and that assured Mandy somewhat. She had also asked him to make sure that she always got priority for sex, which he had also agreed. Having both her requests met, Mandy had then proceeded to fuck Michael’s brains out before coming out to get some sun and time alone. She also knew that Michael and Rachel would need some time together and preferred not to be too near when that happened.

Mandy had just began to doze off in the sun when one of Amanda’s security personnel came up to the sun deck to inform her about the plan to rescue their loved ones. Only then did the seriousness of the matter dawn on her and the realisation that her own family may be in danger. Up till now, she had assumed that the focus of the Firm’s efforts would only be on Michael.

Mandy quickly made her way down to the basement to meet up with the other 2 babes. She found both of them in the Ready Room in the process of getting dressed.

“Wow. What have we here?” she quipped.

“Well, since Michael hired me I realised that we would sooner or later need to take the offensive in this campaign. So I got some of my team to look into what kind of gear would make sense for super beings to use.” replied Amanda.

Both women were in the middle of pulling on skin tight (and I mean absolutely skin tight), sheer, nylon-like body suits. The suits appeared to be stocking thin and just sheer enough such that you could see the dark patches of Amanda and Rachel’s areola, though the details could not be made out. The suits were so tight that they even moulded themselves around the two women’s pussy lips, seeming like a second, lingerie-like skin.

“Uh, OK. So putting on a full body condom is going to help us how? Aside from giving our opponents a hard on, which I should add you two don’t need help with, how are these suits supposed to help?” asked Mandy sarcastically.

“Don’t let the sheer quality fool you. These are actually tri-weave kevlar suits that I’ve asked be treated to be millimetre thin. So they’re designed to stop small calibre rounds and even reduce the damage from a knife attack. No use all to you Mandy, but a big help for the two of us.” replied Amanda.

“I see. That’s useful. And what was the reason for making them look like full body stockings?” said Mandy, a wry grin on her face.

“Uh. That was kinda unintended. I’ll work that part out in the next batch.” replied Amanda sheepishly.

“I think your designer must have been hoping to see you in them.” quipped Rachel.

“Well, seeing as we paid him a million a piece for these suits, he should be able to buy himself whatever peep show he wants.” retorted Amanda.

“Alright, these work well for you two. Anything for me?” asked Mandy.

“Sorry Mandy, I haven’t figured out something special for you. I was actually planning for you to wear one of these as well, more from the modesty perspective than protection, but seeing how they turned out, I’m not sure that makes sense anymore.” replied Amanda.

“Don’t worry about it babe. I’m all for team colours. We can be a tacky threesome this once.” grinned Mandy.

“Alright maltepe escort ladies, enough chatting. Shall we set off?” said Rachel.

And the three of them made their way back up to the roof where a helicopter was waiting and departed.

[Kara]

Kara slowly came to her senses. Her vision was blurred and her throat was dry and tight. She found that she could barely move and realised that she had restrained, spread eagled, to a metal table. She struggled, but her restraints would not give. Glancing around she found herself looking back at her reflection in every direction she looked, indicating that the ceiling and walls of the cell she was in were made of one-way mirrors.

Ha… so I’ve been captured. Well, better captured than dead. They drugged me good. Can barely think straight. Can’t move.

Trying to focus, she realised that her wrists and ankles were bound by metal manacles which were welded to the table. While she should have been able to break free if they were only made of steel, she realised that in her current drugged state should could not find the strength to do so.

What am I going to do? I need to get out of here, wherever here is.

Thinking quickly, she realised that if she could not free herself, she would need to see if she could convince someone to free her. She had every confidence in her charms, given her recent success with Michael. However, getting a man to enter the cell such that she could work her magic seemed like quite a tall order. Her captors would not be that stupid.

At that point, she realised that there was a soft hissing sound coming from the ceiling. Looking up, she noticed several large ventilation ducts.

There’s my exit. Those look like internal air circulation, which means that air from within the complex is shared across all its rooms. Whoever built this place never expected that one of its prisoners would be able to influence events just through the air alone.

Giving her body a mental command, Kara then relaxed back onto the table to wait. She had set a plan in motion, and could now only hope that it worked.

[Victoria]

Victoria Steele was very good at getting what she wanted.

For example, at the current moment, she was standing in the office of an influential senator who was seconds from signing his life away.

“So Senator Teal, do we have a deal?” asked Victoria, sitting casually in the chair in front of his desk.

Senator Teal was obviously having a hard time collecting his thoughts. His face was flushed and perspiration peppered his brow. He kept adjusting his seat, and his eyes repeatedly drifted down to the little cleavage that Victoria’s satin blouse revealed. He was obviously barely in control of himself.

“I… Yes… of course we have a deal. Anything you want. Now, could we please move on? I… I need…” he fumbled, not used to begging a woman for sex.

“Thank you Senator. Now that that’s settled, we can get on to the more pleasurable part of this deal. Rebecca?” turning, Victoria gestured to a sexy blonde standing near the door. “Senator, this is Rebecca. She’ll be your assistance from this moment forth. You will find that she’s an extremely capable woman and your life will suddenly seem totally organised. Rebecca also has other gifts, but I’m sure you’ll want to find that out yourself.” said Victoria grinning.

Rebecca strut across the room, big breasts bouncing in her blouse, hair streaming out behind her. She looked every bit like the hot colleague / boss that every man has wet dreams of meeting.

“Oh… Certainly. Hello Rebecca. Pleased to meet you..” said the Senator, his eyes now alternating between Rebecca’s flawless features and ample breasts.

“So I’ll leave you two to it…” said Victoria as she exited the office. As the door closed behind her, she could hear the soft sounds of kissing and silk tearing. Looks like they got right to it.

Victoria strode down the hallway towards the door, her car waiting outside. This was the 6th senator’s place she had visited in a month and the 6th “associate” she had left behind to ensure things proceeded as planned. Before politicians, she had already done her rounds with industry leaders, and already had 28 agents in place.

Each of them had both figuratively and literally attached themselves to their targets, allowing Victoria’s Firm to gain control over the various CEOs and politicians through them. Every one of her agents had been designed to be sexually irresistible, and whether through cock or pussy, ensured the compliance of their targets.

However, there was one aspect that Victoria was not too pleased with. Her various attempts to take down Michael had not met with any success. In fact, it had cost her many many agents, each of whom had taken weeks to design and build.

The thought of Michael brought a scowl to her pretty face. Michael and his harem were starting to frustrate her, and she manavgat escort did not like that.

It was time to get serious. No more Ms Nice Bitch.

Victoria’s secretary was waiting for her in the limo, together with two of her bodyguards.

“Danni, get Laura on the phone please. I’d like to accelerate our plans to acquire the target.” said Victoria.

While Danni set to work, Victoria turned to her two bodyguards. Both of them were handsome, athletic men with dark hair and blue eyes. In fact, all of her bodyguards were perfect male specimens since she made use of them in the bedroom more than anything else.

“I’m frustrated. Get your cocks in me, I need to blow off steam.” said Laura to them.

Both men grinned. How many men had jobs that entailed fucking their gorgeous boss sometimes a few times a day. They quickly unbuttoned their shirts and pulled down their pants. Out popped two big, half hard cocks, already 6 inches semi-erect. These were courtesy of some alien nanites.

Working as a well oiled pair, one guard immediately positioned himself between Victoria’s legs and began licking her pussy. The other shifted over and placed his thick brown cock head at her lips. Victoria immediately began sucking hungrily on the cock, making it hard in no time. She moaned with desire and lustily gagged herself on the thick and hot man meat. Meanwhile, muff diver had made Victoria’s pussy soaking wet and proceeded to mount her with his now hard cock.

“Uhhhh! That’s right! Fuck me! Don’t stop until I tell you to!” moaned Victoria.

Her guard happily complied. As hot as Victoria was, and as tight and warm as her pussy was, any normal man would be unlikely to last more than a few minutes. But accelerated evolution meant that her guards had no such challenges. By giving his cock and balls the right command, he could hold back his ejaculation indefinitely and meet Victoria’s needs.

And pump her he did. Hard thrusts that slapped both pelvises together loudly and wetly. Victoria’s pussy juices flowed and dripped onto the seat and before long her guard’s cock was covered in white froth of churned pre-cum and Victoria’s juices.

“Uhhh… yes… yes…. yesss… don’t stop. Mmmmmm… mmmm… gag…. mmmm… gag… uhhh!” went Victoria as let her guard fuck her while she gagged herself on the cock in her mouth.

“Director, I have Laura on the line.” said Danni. Despite the fact that she saw such scenes all the time, she was still slightly turned on and flushed by the hardcore fucking happening right in front of her. The smell of Victoria’s pussy juices mixed with male pre-cum, saliva, was all quite overwhelming.

“Mmmm… tell her to accelerate all plans to acquire… mmmm… uh… the target.” mumbled Victoria’s in between thrusts of both the cock in her pussy and the one in her mouth.

Danni conveyed the message and hung up, all the while eyes fixed on the cocks going in and out of Victoria. She glanced up at the face of both men and it was obvious from their expressions that they were both enjoying their boss tremendously and only had eyes for Victoria.

Victoria moaned as another orgasm hit her and squirted just a bit. The guard fucking her grinned widely, knowing that he had pleased his boss. As if on cue, his partner withdrew his cock from Victoria’s mouth and shuffled over. Both men then exchanged hot holes, almost without missing a beat.

“Mmmm… tasty… I like the taste of my cum mixed with sperm…. gag gag gag…. mmmm…” moaned Victoria as the cocks changed places.

Just then, there was a soft rap on the window. They had arrived at their destination.

“OK boys… uh… good job. I feel a lot better. In fact, I’m in such a good mood that I’m going to ask you two to share your gifts with Danni. I’m sure she’s dripping wet from watching you guys at work.” said Victoria as she sat up and straightened her dress. A few deft pulls, 15 seconds in front of a mirror and she was picture perfect once again. She had a lot of practice.

Without another word, she popped open the door and stepped out.

This left both men, still naked, cocks hard and dripping with cum and saliva, in the cabin together with Danni. There was lust in their eyes, since Victoria had not allowed them to ejaculate over the last 20 mins of fucking. Their eyes were now on Danni, who had rather instinctively sat herself back into the corner.

“OK…. this is awkward. Uhm… should we talk about this?” said Danni, suddenly less horny and slightly anxious. Unlike Victoria and her agents, Danni was still completely human. She was a good looking girl with high C-cup breasts, an athletic figure and a girl-next-door appeal.

“What would you like to talk about Danni?” grinned one of the guards. “You were obviously very interested when we were doing Victoria. Don’t you want a piece of the action?”

“That’s right. We promise to be gentle and trust us when we say we know şişli escort how to use our gifts to best effect.” said the other. “And if you’re slightly worried, we can take turns so it won’t be so overwhelming.”

“Uh… can I think about this?” mumbled Danni.

“Oh come on! I’m not waiting any longer.” said one and with that he reached down to his cock, squeezed a bit of pre-cum onto his index finger and, faster than a striking cobra, applied it to Danni’s lips.

“Hey! What the hell?! What was… What… Uh….” went Danni as she tried to rub it off her lips. Then suddenly, she felt herself flush and a surge of warmth began flowing out of her groin. “Oh… What did you do to me?! Oh….” She felt her pussy begin to drown itself in juices and her nipples became more erect than she ever remembered them. “Omigod… I… I…” It became harder to think, harder to see anything other than the two hard cocks, muscled bodies and handsome faces. Hard to feel anything aside from the lust flowing out of her cunt.

“So Danni, any change of heart?” asked the guard.

Without another word, Danni ripped open her silk blouse, shrugged off her bra, pulled up her short skirt and spread her legs.

“Fuck me. Both together, I don’t care. And I like cum. Make sure you cum on my face.”

And they both obliged.

[Michael]

Michael had wandered back into the main mansion on the ground floor. After his amazons had departed, he had felt rather worthless since he was not able to help them out directly in the mission.

Well, since I’m useless in a fight, the only real way I can help them is to make more amazons. But, I’m really not sure any of them would be keen to share me any further than 3 ways. Especially Rachel, who I think can be quite possessive.

Feeling a bit peckish, he went into the kitchen to look for food. He found 4 of Amanda’s agents sitting around the table eating and chatting. 2 were blondes and the other 2 brunettes. All were good looking women, which Michael knew that Amanda had placed as one of her recruitment criterion for his benefit.

“Hi Michael, good to see you up and about.” said one of the blondes, Michelle based on her nametag.

“Thanks Michelle. I’m feeling much better.” replied Michael.

“After all the tender loving care you received from Mandy and Rachel, that’s certainly no surprise.” said the other blonde, Christy.

“Haha…” laughed Michael sheepishly, not sure how to reply.

“Sorry Michael, but I think the whole mansion heard Mandy and Rachel’s moans when you guys were going at it. I suspect that both of them screamed just a bit louder on purpose too. Just to show the rest of us who was boss.” said Linda smiling.

“Oh, haha. Sorry about that.” replied Michael.

“Hey, don’t worry. We understand totally. If I was in their position, I wouldn’t want to share you with anyone.” said Anna.

“Uh, talk about awkward, haha… can we talk about something else?” said Michael. The girls laughed and changed the subject. They related their experiences since joining Amanda’s team and how they had gone about setting up this hide out. Michael felt a lot less awkward after a while and the conversation picked up from there.

They had been chatting for about 10 min or so when all 4 girls suddenly stopped talking all of a sudden, almost in unison. They all wore slightly startled expressions, and began to flush slightly.

“What happened? What’s wrong?” asked Michael. And then he knew.

HUD: WARNING, VERY HIGH LEVELS OF PHERMONES DETECTED. PHERMONE ASSAULT IN PROGRESS. COUNTERMEASURES HAVE BEEN ACTIVATED, HOWEVER EXTENT AND ADVANCED NATURE OF PHERMONE ATTACK INDICATES THAT COUNTERMEASURES ARE UNLIKELY TO BE EFFECTIVE. HUMAN FEMALES HAVE ALREADY BEEN INFLUENCED AND BEHAVIOUR AND JUDGEMENT COMPROMISED.

“Oh crap! Ladies… are you ok? Listen to me, something is meddling with your heads. You need to hold your breaths and get out into the open air as quickly as possible.” said Michael to the 4 agents.

But it was obvious that his warning was too late. All light heartedness had left the expressions of all 4 women, and in its place was pure, boiling lust. Their necks and chests were flushed and Michael could see their nipples erect under their blouses.

In unison, they rose from the table and began approaching Michael from both sides. It was like he was surrounded by 4 lionesses ready to pounce.

“Uh… ladies… Michelle, Linda, Anna, Christy… calm down…”

“Calm down about what Michael?” asked Christy. “You really think the rest of us were OK just being bystanders while you and your harem rut in full view?”

“Yeah… how do you think it makes us feel? Left alone here on this island and the only man around is out of bounds to us?” said Anna.

“Its not as if you don’t know how attractive you are Michael. Is it surprising that we’d want to fuck you too?” asked Linda.

“And why won’t you fuck us Michael?” asked Michelle. “Is it because we’re not as hot as Mandy and Rachel? How do you know you won’t enjoy us if you won’t even give us a chance to show you what we can do?”

As they approached, the 4 women systematically began stripping off their clothes. Soon, Michael was surrounded by 4 pairs of breasts and 4 moist shaven pussies. The smell of the 4 women’s sex only made things worse for him.

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The story so far…

Nurse Allie Cooke was kidnapped by a mutant ex-National Guardsman from an Omaha hospital after a nuclear war had wiped out most of civilised society in the city and in the US as a whole. Brought to an unknown location, she is being held captive by a perverse man calling himself ‘Sir’, who has told Allie he and the likes of his mutant accomplice aim to repopulate America. Already ‘Sir’ and the deformed soldier have force bred one woman, Lieutenant Betty Hawkins. Betty is about to be cruelly abused once more, and Allie is about to witness this.

*

Chapter 5

The drooling mouth of the mutated and wounded Corporal Jones latched like a leech onto the bare left breast of Betty Hawkins, Allie’s co-captive in what was rapidly becoming some kind of post-nuclear house of horrors. Allie could not help but stare as her eyes tried to discriminate in the darkness the separate bodies of the female lieutenant and the lurching corporal. All the while ‘Sir’, an unnamed, indistinguishable stranger who seemed to control things, knelt beside Allie Cooke and literally sermonized to the young nurse.

“You see Miss Cooke, we’ve had the pleasure of knowing Lieutenant Betty Hawkins since she was caught by Corporal Jones trying to steal some food from our private stocks. After some debate with some of our…um, shall we say comrades…I helped her and Corporal Jones here…a once strapping National Guardsman if I can comment on his earlier life…well, I helped them to become much better acquainted. It’s all part of my…our…grand scheme.”

Allie shook, both from the cold and the disgust she felt as she heard Jones grab Betty’s pants and tug them down. The rustling of fabric was just audible as the mutant kissed his victim’s lips with a wet and slobbering lip lock. Betty’s protests were muted, but Allie knew that something awful was happening.

“Is he…that freaking bastard…is he raping her?!” Allie wanted to shout the question but the intimidating presence of ‘Sir’ discouraged her. ‘You’re all fucking sick. Goddam animals!’

“No Allie,” ‘Sir’ whispered, “Animals rut and procreate because they need to keep the species from going extinct. What men like myself and my izmir escort comrades, as well as poor damaged Corporal Jones are doing is not just stopping the human race from becoming extinct, we’re also trying to wipe out the stain of humanity’s past mistakes. Build a better life with a new, more perfect generation.”

Allie’s eyes briefly looked into the hollow pits of the demonic ‘Sir’, trying to understand his psychotic and criminal psyche. But then she heard a gasp of pain, and she turned her head back to the piteous sight of Lieutenant Hawkins being violated by a mutant. A freak born out of the nuclear horror from 6 months ago, and who had possibly used poor Betty like some medical experiment, or for a perverse breeding scheme.

“Betty…Betty my sweet. Corporal Jones wants to make you feel sooooo good.” The lisping, hissing voice of the mutant seemed to wind its way through the air like a venomous snake. Poisoning the air, corrupting the people who heard it. “You’re used to my penis aren’t you Betty my dear. And my sperm too…it’s filled you up till you are fit to burst hmmm.” Allie was almost physically sick, and the lewd stare from ‘Sir’ told her how he felt about what Jones was uttering.

“Ohhh no, please don’t. Please…..not again. Not again!” Betty cried as she felt Jones push against her now exposed vulva with his hard cock. Not long, but thick and with a bulbous head the Corporal’s rubbed his dick with barely suppressed mad lust over her clit. It wasn’t in any way loving foreplay, but after being used like this at least half a dozen times, and almost certainly impregnated by the monster battering at her pussy lips, Betty’s body automatically responded. Her cries of anguish were mingled with an occasional sigh, and the victim of a mutant soldier rapist couldn’t help but lubricate a little due to the stimulation of her clitoris.

As Jones the deformed soldier massaged his fat cock over the poor Lieutenant’s damp cunt flaps ‘Sir’, the architect of this perverse place dropped a hand onto Allie’s bra-covered right breast. The material was cheap and hadn’t been washed for a few days, so Allie was not just nauseated by the scene kahramanmaraş escort near her as well as the molestation. She felt embarrassed to be seen like this; no matter the effects of a nuclear war, basic human decency and social niceties shouldn’t be destroyed too.

The hand at her tit cupped her carefully, softly molding the smooth palm to hold the shape of Allie’s 32B boob. She squeaked a protest; “Don’t…I don’t want this!” but ‘Sir’ stayed still and left his hand in position. All the while he stared into her face as she tried to both avoid his gaze plus shut out the vision of Corporal Jones moving closer between Betty Hawkins’ spread and pinned legs.

“Go ahead Corporal,” the commanding voice of ‘Sir’ spoke, over the top of the soft cries of protest coming from the topless and not pants-less female Lieutenant. “Fuck you sweet breeding mate soldier…keep her fertile womb swimming in your semen.” And with a bestial grunt, the mutated soldier drove his fully erect phallus up inside his victim. And all Allie could do was mouth a silent “Oh my lord!” as she saw and heard Betty succumb to the thrusting cock of her rapist.

Chapter 6

As the 19-year-old student nurse shuddered the silent form of ‘Sir’ knelt near her, keeping his hand firmly cupped over her bra-covered right tit. His fingers didn’t move, but his palm did put some pressure exactly over the section of fabric that covered her nipple. Allie tried to assimilate the sensory and mental anguish she was surrounded by; near her she heard the grunts and cries of the mutant national guardsman violating a poor fellow female captive who had been impregnated before by the monster between her thighs.

“My god…you sick dirty fucking bastards…why are you doing this.” Allie spat out the question with as much hate and disgust she could muster. The hand on her breast tightened and ‘Sir’ drew closer.

“Don’t question me Miss Cooke. You are only going to survive by submitting to your fate…your biological purpose. If I find you to be a rebellious influence on our plans here to repopulate and re-establish the USA then my powerful friends and will let you starve, manavgat escort go without shelter…abandon you to the radioactive wilderness.”

Allie tried to see the face of ‘Sir’, and gauge any degree of intent from him beside that cruel import in his voice, but there just wasn’t sufficient light. However, there was enough illumination from under the door for her to see as she twisted her head that poor Betty Hawkins was being savagely raped.

“Oh Christ Betty,” the mutant soldier gasped as he pushed and poked his fully erect and uncovered prick again and again inside the battered vagina of his victim “You still feel tight when I fuck you. Love fucking youuuuuu…” Corporal Jones sighed the last word as his scarred body humped Betty without pity and without any love. This was the act of a creature, not a normal man, and the lust-crazed mutated creature that was the Corporal hungrily stabbed his dick between Betty labia lips.

“How taut is Lieutenant Hawkin’s birth canal?” ‘Sir’ enquired, slowly pawing Allie’s left boob now.

“Uhh….Sssssir it feels very tight….ahhh fuck….when she pops my kid she might tear sirrr…ah fuck. Yesssss.” The hissing snake-like voice chilled Allie’s heart.

“Oh I hate this….pleassssssse…no more…no more….you’re hurting me…hurting me and the…ahhh…baby.”

Lieutenant Hawkins sobbed her begging plea as loud as she could, trying to make her pitiable voice heard over the lewd and base grunting of the mutant using her violated pussy. ‘Sir’ stopped gently fondling Allie’s breast to focus on what Betty had said. His twisted, perverse mind made a snap decision.

“Corporal Jones…stop rutting with your child’s mother now.” The one-eyed and cruelly burnt face of Jones looked back, trying to discern in the darkness what was going on. “Stop now…or you may cause irreparable damage to Lieutenant Hawkin’s ability to bear children.”

Allie looked on in shock as ‘Sir’ left her side and strode the couple of paces to grab Betty’s rapist by the right shoulder. “I said STOP NOW!” With a ferocious yank ‘Sir’ pulled the naked Corporal away from between Betty’s splayed and naked legs. Her pussy, bruised and moistened by Jones’ pre-ejaculate would have been open to see by one and all if there had been sufficient light. Allie dry-retched as she heard Betty babble ‘Gotta protect my baby…gotta protect my baby…gotta protect my baby.” All the while Corporal Jones counterbalanced her sorrowful voice with a hissing “Wanna keep fucking her sir…need to cum so baddddddd…cum in her pusssssssyyyy.”

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Sprays of blood misted through the air with every swing and stab. Tab caught the next cave goblin with a strong slash, decapitating it, the wriggling body falling to the ground, twitching weakly. More rushed her, screeching wildly, sharp teeth gnashing.

A ball of fire slammed into them, turning their bodies into ash and charred bone. Tab took a look over her shoulder, up towards the top of a nearby slope.

Lily stood near the edge, her hands swirling through the air, creating another burst of flame. Her long brown dress swished around her boots to her movements as she guided the burst into another group of cave goblins, knocking them away from Bort. He looked up at her with appreciation and awe in his eyes. She nodded back, smiling slightly, wiping a bit of sweat from the glistening sheen on her forehead.

A screech came from behind Tab. She turned, swinging her sword, catching a goblin mid-leap. Several more followed it, their screeches angry.

Her sword felled a few. One dodged her strikes and jumped onto her back. She drew her dagger, but before she could stab, it dug its teeth into her shoulder, the sharp fangs cutting through both her jerkin and her shirt. Pain erupted, drawing a grunt from her. She stabbed the dagger over her shoulder, catching the goblin right between the eyes.

Another leapt at her. An arrow smacked into its neck, knocking it down, blood spurting out messily.

She glanced back up towards the top of the slope.

Kel was near Lily, scanning the area with a new arrow already nocked. Dozens of arrows protruded here and there amidst the carnage, sticking out from goblin corpses.

A roar came from nearby. She spun just in time to see Chanko cleave a leaping goblin in two with a hearty swing of his axe. Another leapt at him. He caught it in mid-air, his palm closing on its forehead, and crushed its skull, brains squelching onto his fingers. Five more rushed him. He threw the corpse at one, knocking it back. A fireball sizzled past, taking out the others, his formidable frame silhouetted by the flash.

“How many more of these bastards are there?” Bort yelled, decapitating a lunging goblin.

Chanko gestured towards the arm of the cave the group had slunk from not so long ago. His nostrils flared.

“I can smell more. A lot more.”

A loud screeching sounded from that direction. A flash of flame illuminated the shadows enough to show countless goblins coming for them, chittering and growling.

“We need to get out of here!” Tab yelled.

Chanko glanced over at the nearby slope.

“You two climb!” he shouted. “I’ll hold them off!”

Tab looked up to Lily, still guiding fireballs out across the area.

“Lily! Firestorm, now!”

She stared back with wide eyes.

“I can’t! Not without burning you three!”

“Yes, you can!” Bort yelled up at her, slashing a goblin’s throat open. “You can do it, you just have to focus!”

“I can’t! It’s hard enough controlling the fireballs!”

“We need to get out of here!” Tab shouted, cutting through a goblin’s stomach. “Firestorm, now!”

“I can’t!”

Chanko strode towards the arm of the cave, his axe swinging viciously through the air, finding goblins left and right.

“Just focus!” Bort told her, splitting open a goblin’s skull. “Focus! You can do it!”

Lily shook her head, face pale with panic.

“I don’t want to hurt you!”

The swarm of goblins burst from the arm of the cave, a mass of spindly limbs and gnashing jaws. Chanko looked back at Tab and Bort. Arrows flew past him, picking off goblins.

“Climb!” he roared.

“Do it, Lily!” Tab shouted, ramming her sword through a goblin’s eye socket. “Firestorm, now! Or we’re fucked!”

“You can do it!” Bort continued, nodding in encouragement. “Focus! You won’t hurt us!”

Chanko snarled at the onrushing wave, his feet set, his axe held high.

“Do it, Lily!” Tab urged, chucking her dagger at a goblin, the blade lodging in its throat. “We’ll be fine, we trust you!”

Lily took a deep breath, and held out her hands, panic still across her face. Her lips began to move, muttering incantations.

Chanko snarled again at the onrushing swarm of goblins. Tab edged back towards the slope, and glanced over at Bort, who was gazing expectantly up at Lily.

Fire burst to life all around them, shooting straight up from the ground, swallowing up the swarm of goblins, and other goblins in the area, the flaming roar drowning out their shrieks. The sudden rush of heat sent Chanko stumbling backwards and almost knocked Tab and Bort over. But no fire came near them, and the few goblins who escaped the inferno due to their proximity to them were summarily dispatched. The blaze roared on, sweat springing up all over Tab. Lily kept her hands extended, staring down, brows knitted together, a vein standing out on her forehead.

“Yes!” Bort cried, pumping his fist. “I knew you could do it!”

The fire burned for a few more seconds, a towering conflagration, and then dissipated, dying down to spots of flickering flame and then finally gümüşhane escort to nothing, leaving in its wake scorched dirt and piles of ash, bones, and severely charred goblin corpses. Only Tab, Bort, and Chanko remained standing.

Lily’s eyes fluttered, and she slumped forward, her body going limp. She fell over the lip of the slope, and hit the dirt, sliding down. The trio raced towards her.

Bort reached her first, stopping her tumbling body.

“Lily!” he cried, pulling her into his arms, cradling her head.

Kel came down the slope much more gracefully, his pointed ears perking up.

“She’s alright,” he told them. “Just unconscious.”

“Do you hear any more goblins?” Tab asked him.

He shook his head.

“Do you smell any?” she asked Chanko.

He shook his head.

“Then let’s get out of here. Bort, carry her. Chanko and Kel, help me with the loot.”

The trio made their way back up the slope to where the bags lay. Tab hoisted a few over her shoulders, hissing in pain from the goblin bite.

“Let me take a look at that,” Chanko told her, hoisting up his own bags.

“After we get out of here.”

Bort waited for them, carrying Lily carefully. Her slender frame was longer than his stout physique, resting awkwardly in his arms, her dark hair falling over one side, her long legs draped over the other. The group set off towards the arm of the cave, the acrid smell of burnt flesh hanging heavy in the air. Kel stopped here and there to retrieve arrows.

No more cave goblins challenged the group on their way out, and soon, the entrance to the cave itself beckoned.

But beyond, a storm of a different kind raged. Rain lashed relentlessly, thunder roared through the air, lightning illuminated the night in powerful flashes.

“We’ll hunker down here until the morning,” she told the group.

“What if more goblins come back?” Bort asked, adjusting Lily in his arms.

“Then we’ll take our chances with the storm.”

Bort nodded, putting Lily down gently and sitting beside her. Kel took off his quiver.

“I’ll take first watch,” she continued, trudging away from the entrance, deeper into the cave. “The rest of you, get a little rest.”

“Let me take a look at that bite,” Chanko called over.

She nodded, shrugging out of her jerkin, and then staying still to let him pull the collar of her shirt to the side.

Snoring started up behind them. Bort was fast asleep, a protective arm around Lily. Kel sat nearby, cleaning his arrows.

“That kid can sleep wherever,” Chanko commented.

“We should all be so lucky.”

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Tab winced. Even with Chanko’s appleroot poultice smeared over her bite wound, the cord of the bag rubbing against it through her shirt was still a painful sensation. She had kept her jerkin off, subtracting from the layers between cord and wound. Other aches arose here and there. The sweat and grime from last night stuck to her skin, adding to her overall discomfort, but she did her best to ignore the annoyances.

Bort walked along next to her, Lily still unconscious in his arms. Ahead of them, Kel and Chanko carried several bags.

The mountain path had become the forest road, and the forest road had become one of the several smaller roads that led to Muddymuck. This particular road brought the group past a few farms, bleating livestock offering a pastoral soundtrack.

A mile past the last farm stood a cottage. The rickety little house, painted a bright blue, contrasted with the rows of flowers blooming in the garden behind it. A thin trail of smoke unfurled from the chimney on the roof.

Tab knocked on the door. Bort stepped up next to her, shifting Lily in his arms.

The door swung open.

Granny squinted at them for a few seconds, taking in the bedraggled group. Her eyes landed on Lily last.

“What happened?” the wizened old woman asked, stepping aside to let them clomp inside.

“She did a firestorm,” Tab told her. “Passed out once it was done.”

“Passed out? Firestorm shouldn’t knock her out like that.”

“Well, she had to make sure we didn’t get burned, so it probably took more out of her.”

“Ah, a controlled firestorm. How long has she been out?”

“Since last night.”

Granny gestured for Bort to place Lily on a nearby couch. He set her down, taking a few moments to adjust her position, arranging her arms at her sides and stretching her legs out. Her dress had ridden up slightly over her knees, showing her pale thighs, so he gently fixed the hem. Granny put a hand on her forehead, palm down, and shook her head in mild exasperation.

“All that power and still so much to learn. I could do a controlled firestorm in my sleep.”

Kel and Chanko exchanged glances from by the door.

The old woman padded past Tab, but then stopped, and eyed her shoulder.

“You’re bleeding.”

“Cave goblin bite.”

She nodded, changing direction, puttering towards hatay escort a cabinet against the near wall.

“Let me give you something for that.”

“Oh, Chanko already put a poultice on it. I’ll reapply once I get home.”

She scoffed, waving off the comment.

“I’ll give you something.”

“Will she be alright?” Bort asked.

“Of course,” Granny replied dismissively, digging through the cabinet’s drawers. “Cave goblins have nasty little mouths, but I know just the thing.”

“No, I meant Lily.”

“Oh. Yeah, she’ll be fine too. The controlled firestorm knocked a lot from her. She just needs to rest up a bit more.”

Bort nodded in relief.

“I assume you lot found something worthwhile up in the mountains,” she continued, still rummaging through the contents of the drawers.

“Aye,” Kel replied simply, setting two bags down on the floor. “That’ll be Lily’s portion.”

She nodded in thanks without looking over.

“Do you know when she might wake up?” Bort asked next.

She shrugged.

“She’ll be out a few more hours. Might even sleep through the day. You’re welcome to come back in the evening and check up on her.”

He nodded resolutely.

“If she wakes up before you come back, I’ll send Willy to the inn to let you know.”

A chirp came from the rafters, and the quartet peeked up to see a rotund sparrow peering down at them. Bort offered a little wave. Willy chirped again and withdrew from sight.

Granny plucked a small jar from a drawer, and puttered back towards Tab.

“Now, let me get a look at that bite. Take off your shirt.”

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“I can’t be the only one wanting to see the old bat actually do a controlled firestorm, can I?” Chanko asked.

“Definitely not,” Kel replied. “I’d pay good coin for that show.”

“I knew Lily could do it,” Bort spoke up. “Knew she had that in her.”

“Good thing she did,” Tab said. “Or it might’ve been the end of us.”

“We’ve survived worse,” Chanko mused, shrugging.

The road through the village opened up onto the main square. A few people bustled about, at the smithy, the inn, a few other places. More were gathered around the well, chatting idly.

“Welcome back,” Dawkins greeted them from his perch on the porch of the pub, puffing on a pipe.

“Good to be back,” Tab replied.

“Is that ranger still around?” Bort asked. “We figured we’d give him a cut for his info.”

Dawkins frowned pensively.

“Pretty sure he stayed at the inn again last night. But I don’t know if he’s still there.”

“I’ll ask Tiffany,” Kel spoke up.

Dawkins nodded.

One of the people around the well noticed the group as they continued on through the square. He slunk over to intercept them. Bort groaned under his breath.

“How’d it go, Grog?” Joss asked, glancing at the bags over their shoulders.

“My name’s Bort. And it went fine.”

“Whatever you say, Grog. At least now you won’t have to rely on Dawkins’ charity for a while. We all know that’s a risky venture.”

He winked and then trotted away with a hearty chuckle.

“I keep telling you,” Chanko growled. “One punch and he’ll stop calling you that.”

Bort shook his head.

“Nothing wrong with putting someone in their place,” Kel spoke up.

“I don’t want to punch him,” Bort told them.

“I’ve never even spoken to him before,” Tab added. “And I want to punch him.”

“Me too,” Kel agreed.

“I shouldn’t have to punch him for him to stop calling me that.”

“Of course not,” Chanko said. “But he won’t stop otherwise.”

Bort shrugged.

The inn was on their left, so Kel peeled off, bidding farewell with a nod, bag of loot slung over his shoulder. The remaining three headed on through to the eastern side of Muddymuck. Villagers greeted them here and there.

At the eastern edge of the village, a squat dome stood, made from packed clay. An orc waited outside, leaning against the door, watching a much smaller orc pet a cat.

“Welcome back,” the orc greeted Chanko, the two affectionately butting foreheads.

“Ba!” the child squealed, running to Chanko, hugging his leg.

“I take it the trip was a success,” Saji said to Tab, nodding at the bags over her shoulder.

“We had to fight a bunch of cave goblins, but yeah.”

Saji eyed Chanko, specifically the bloodstains caking his tunic and the grime smeared on his face.

Chanko handed his bags over to Saji. Val was still attached to his leg, peering up shyly at Tab and Bort, her usual response to seeing them. Bort smiled, but the geniality only made her draw back further behind Chanko.

“I need a bath,” he grunted.

Saji wrinkled his nose.

“You really do.”

Chanko headed inside, Val following after.

The cat slunk over to Bort, sidling between his feet. He stooped to stroke at its dust-streaked fur.

“Lily and Kel alright?” Saji asked.

“Lily’s knocked out cold,” Bort replied. “But ısparta escort she’s fine besides.”

“She’s the one who took out most of the cave goblins,” Tab added.

Saji nodded.

“You both needs baths too, you know.”

“Oh, we know.”

He nodded and retreated back inside.

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“You eating first?” Bort asked. “Or taking a bath?”

“I might just dive into the stream with my clothes on. I feel disgusting.”

“You look disgusting,” he shot back with a toothy smirk.

“You’re one to talk.”

“Well, I have no one to impress there.”

Tab scoffed.

“I’m well past needing to impress Jacoby.”

“You’re right. He’s the type to take you as is. Compliment you even. ‘The cave goblin blood brings out your natural beauty’, that kind of thing.”

She laughed, shaking her head in bemusement.

“You’re not wrong.”

The landscape to their left, all rolling hills since leaving Muddymuck, was suddenly interrupted by a wooden fence, the posts weathered and old. Sheep grazed in the area past the fence, with horses trotting around further beyond. A building sat ahead, set back from the road.

Tab and Bort turned off the road, trudging towards the building, feet crunching on the dirt. Chickens strutted around, guarded lazily by an old, jowly dog, who chuffed at the pair, receiving friendly pats on the head in response.

In front of the building, a young orc chopped wood, the axe striking steadily. Two more youths, both human, were nearby. One strummed a lute in the shadow of a tree, the other stabbing at an imaginary opponent with a dull sword.

The orc noticed their approach first, and eyed them, resting the axe on her shoulder.

“What happened to you two?”

Lynn glanced over, sword falling to his side.

“Cave goblins,” Bort replied.

“Must’ve been quite the battle,” Naga snarked, her woodchopping resuming.

“It was, actually.”

“You think you can write a song about their epic struggle with the cave goblins?” Lynn asked Lyric.

“I can write a song about anything,” the latter drawled, finally glancing up.

“Go on, then.”

Lyric strummed a few times, and then nodded in satisfaction.

“‘Tab and Bort fought them…many a cave goblin!'”, he began theatrically, plucking at the strings.

“Good start,” Tab said drily.

The front door to the building opened then. Jacoby clambered down the porch steps and walked over to them, his eyes immediately raking over Tab, and then Bort.

“Welcome back,” he said warmly, pulling her into a strong embrace.

“‘And now…they come home a-hobblin’!” Lyric continued, adding a flourish with a strong strum.

“It writes itself,” Lynn commented approvingly.

Jacoby kissed her, his hand cupping her cheek.

“I need a bath,” she told him, nuzzling into his hand.

“She’s disgusting,” Bort added.

“Well, you know I think you’re always beautiful,” Jacoby told her, his thumb idly brushing a lock of wayward hair from her face. “But yeah, you need a bath.”

Bort chuckled.

“You both do,” Jacoby continued, pulling back from her to greet him with a friendly slap on the back.

“I’m going to the stream,” Tab murmured.

“Wonderful. I’ll have someone bring towels.”

“Well, I’m starving,” Bort shot back, padding towards the porch. “I need something in my belly. I can take a bath later.”

“Elezmir can probably already smell you,” Jacoby said. “Good luck getting past her.”

“I know how to charm her, don’t you worry.”

Bort stepped onto the porch.

The door swung open.

“Oh no you don’t, child!” Elezmir snarled, waving him away. “You’re not coming in here smelling like that!”

“Come on, Elezmir, I’m starving!”

The door opened again. Violet, Athelas, and Rowena hurried out, practically leaping off the porch, running to Tab. The trio stopped short just in front of her, eyes wide and mouths slack.

“What happened to you?!” Rowena asked incredulously.

“Cave goblins,” Naga answered from nearby, mid-chop.

“You should go to the stream,” Athelas suggested, nose crinkled.

“I am.”

“Oh!” Violet exclaimed happily. “We’ll bring you towels and clean clothes!”

The trio scampered back into the house.

“Go sit by the fence,” Elezmir told Bort sternly, “and I’ll bring you some food.”

Bort trudged over to the fence, and Tab continued on away from the house. Woods beckoned ahead, a rough trail cutting through the trees, curving down and to the right. Chatter came from further along the trail, the noisemakers out of eyesight for the nonce. She rolled her shoulders, her scabbard seeming to weigh heavier now at the end of her trek.

The noisemakers came into view, a half-dozen children in a ragged line, led by two older youths, one at the front, the other at the back.

“Tab!” Ofelia shouted, the first to see her. “You’re back!”

“Home sweet home,” Tab said, smiling.

Ofelia rushed forward but stopped short of a hug when she noticed her bloodstained clothes and sweat-and-ash-smeared face. The children shouted their own overlapping greetings. A few noticed the same as Ofelia when Tab drew closer, their eyes widening, their chatter falling silent.

“You look a mess,” Cam spoke up from the back of the line, Nelly babbling happily from the cradle strapped to his chest.

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What really happened in the Frigid forest

When we last left Professor Bumram, she was being pulled deeper into the Frigid Forest by the rampaging centaurs as her students slipped away. Well now dear readers…the rest of the story.

Two centaurs held each arm of Professor Bumram and drug her further into the forest. As they pulled her, her clothes were being shredded by the nettles and briars on the floor of the forest. They finally came to a stop in a small clearing deep in the middle of the woods.

The sun was fast disappearing over the tops of the tall trees and darkness started to crawl across the canopy of the forest. The two centaurs dropped the professor unceremoniously to the ground. She was not unconscious, but not far from it. Two other centaurs came over and lifted the near lifeless body onto a huge tree trunk that had fallen across the floor of the clearing.

The professor was laid face-up and the centaurs bound her spread eagled across the tree. Her arms were bound at the wrist with some forest vines as were her legs. The centaurs took knives and finished cutting the rest of the professors clothes off.

As the centaurs stood back to look at their handiwork, they realized she was not the most beautiful human they had ever seen. What she lacked in beauty, she made up for with a huge pair of tits and big, thick lips that seemed to be beckoning them. The other centaurs were anxious to have at this human, witch or not. They were waiting for the centaur named Byrne to lead the way.

Byrne strode over to the woman on the log and started to shake her head by yanking her hair. “Wake up,” he said. No response. He shook her harder. “Wake up you bitch,” he yelled. She started to open her eyes and look around.

“Where am I?” she moaned. “How did I get here?”

“You were caught trespassing in our forest,” said Bane. “For that you must be punished.”

She tried to move her arms and legs but found them bound well by the centaurs. “What are your intentions?” she asked. “Do you know who I am?” she continued. “I am the high priestess of Titmammion. I demand that you release me immediately or you shall suffer the gravest of consequences! Are you listening to me?” she bellowed.

“Shut up you dried up cunt!” Byrne screamed back at her. “You are in no position to make any demands at this point. If you are lucky, you might just get fucked to death and die a happy woman, but that remains to be seen.” She did not reply.

“As leader of the centaurs, I, and I alone, will decide your fate.” He reached down and slapped her hard across her exposed breasts. She sucked in her breath at this but held back from groaning. He then took a nipple in between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and pulled the nipples out as far as they would stretch and then released them. He did this a couple of more times and then stopped to watch her reaction.

She screamed from the nipple pulling but her body betrayed her mouth as the nipples started to harden. “You worthless mule!” she screamed at him. “Is that all you’ve got?”

“Don’t call me mule, bitch!” he yelled back. He reared back and slapped her across the tits again. This time he giresun escort made sure the tips of his fingers swept across the hard nipples as he swung. He leaned down and took one of the nipples in his mouth and started to suck as hard as he could.

As he did so, he felt a hot, sticky, sugary sweet taste in his mouth. That made him suck all the harder and the liquid really seemed to flow from her nipples. He heard her giving out little moans as her body started to quake ever so slightly. He invited the other centaurs over to try the other nipple. He was not about to give his up. The other centaurs jockeyed for position to get at the other tit.

“Oh I see you like my magimilk. Don’t I have enough nipples to go around?” she teased at him. “Let’s see if I can rectify that.” She then started to recite a spell.

Tits swollen and full,

Nipples needing a pull.

Double D and 44,

Many callers at my door.

To share wondrous magimilk,

With those of centaur ilk.

Let my nipple count increase,

By a factor times three.

At that, each areola sprouted two more nipples and each nipple grew to a length of about 4 inches. Each nipple stood up firmly but was flexible as each centaur’s mouth found. Now six centaurs were surrounding Profesor Bumram and merrily sucking away. As each sucked and tasted the magimilk, Bumram undulated beneath their hungry mouths moaning to herself. Finally they had sucked her dry and the other centaurs pulled away.

The six nipples now drooped lazily across her breasts since they were empty of their magic potable. Byrne stepped forward and grabbed the nipples in his hands like udders and started yanking. The nipples did not respond. After a moment he stopped.

The centaur now turned his attention to the professor’s face. “I am certain that those fat little cock loving lips could use the touch of a good centaur.” Bane said.

“Bring it on!” said Bumram.

He reared up on his back two legs and slowly walked his cock over to her waiting mouth. He saw her opening for his assault and he gently placed the tip on the edge of her lips. As quickly, he slammed the length of his cock all the way in and grabbed the back of her head. Bumram almost choked from the initial thrust, but hung on as he continued burying it deeper in her throat.

She decided to fight fire with fire and mumbled an incoherent charm that immediately

turned her tongue into a foot long constricting snake. As the centaur plunged, the tongue started to wrap itself around his full blown cock. The tongue would coil and compress

on the cock sending tidal waves through the centaur.

He pulled back and watched as the tongue continued to assault his cock. It swirled around his hard tool like the stripe on a barber pole. He tossed his head back and howled at the moon as the snakelike tongue squeezed him tighter. The tongue released his cock and then wrapped around his balls. Then her tongue pulled him forward and guided his cock back into her mouth.

She closed her lips around his cock while the tongue continued to grasp his balls. She sucked him and yalova escort rocked her head up and down his pole. The tongue released his balls and slid further up under him until the tip found his puckering ass. The tongue dove in and starting squirming around in his ass.

This caused him to drive his cock deeper into her mouth. He was on the edge now. He continued to moan loudly. He took his fingers and interlocked them with her multiple nipples. He squeezed and kneaded as she continued to suck. The other centaurs were bucking wildly watching the sex acts happening before them.

Byrne could stand it no longer. He stiffened and released his steaming centaur cum into the professor’s mouth. Somehow she swallowed it as she continued to probe his ass. She then released her lip lock and pulled her tongue back in. She beckoned him closer and he leaned over towards her .

When his mouth was near hers, she suddenly shot her tongue out into his mouth. It wrapped around his tongue and he could taste his ass and his cum all at the same time. He did not recoil but pushed his lips against hers as her tongue massaged his. He had not released his grip on her nipples yet and they felt hard against his chest as he pressed against her.

He pulled back from her kiss and saw that his hands were covered in her magimilk. His squeezing had got her going again. He started licking it off his hands. As he did so, he invited the other centaurs to join in. They came over and started furiously lapping at her tits licking them clean.

When they had finished, she said, “Please release me and I will take care of the rest of you all at the same time.” The centaurs talked among themselves and then agreed to her request. After they untied her, she told them exactly what to do.

“Lay down on your back,” she instructed one. After he did, she climbed on him. “Lick my ass while I suck your cock.” He complied immediately. Her tongue roved over his cock as it hardened. His tongue felt heavenly in her ass. She pushed back trying to get it farther in her ass.

She released his cock with her tongue and then she started to flick at the head. It was like a soft whip striking his cock. With every lash, he would drive his tongue deeper into her ass. When she could stand it no more, she slid up his body and mounted his cock with her ass. With her back to his belly, he reached around and was kneading her tits.

She pointed to another and said, “Come and lick my pussy.” The centaur raced over and shoved his face into her moist pussy. As he was licking, he noticed the clit was growing. He continued to lick and suck on the clit until it became so large that he could not pull it out of his mouth. Bumram muttered a charm and the clit shrunk. “Now that you’ve got me wet, climb aboard. That’s an order.”

Now she had one centaur in her ass and one in her pussy. They were bucking away when she called the other three over. “ You two suck on my tits. And you, I want your cock in my mouth.” The centaurs gladly did as instructed. She reached under the two who were sucking on her tits and grabbed a big fat cock in each hand. The yozgat escort faster she stroked, the harder they sucked.

The centaur with his cock in her mouth was being treated to her incredible tongue treatment. Her serpent-like tongue squeezed his cock and released his cock with a pulsating rhythm that had him on the brink in no time. When she sensed that he was close, she shifted the tongue to wrap around his balls and stop him from shooting. She was in charge now and each centaur would cum when she decided the time was right.

She would tighten and loosen her ass and pussy as necessary to control both of those centaurs. She was able to keep each centaur going for the better part of an hour with her control techniques. Bumram had already come six or seven times herself. She was starting to lose count. She wished she had her wand so she could cast a spell to make room for more centaurs.

She would scream for joy if she didn’t have a big throbbing centaur cock in her mouth. She soon sensed that she had all of them built up to a near climax level. When she was ready, she willed her muscles to clamp down on each centaurs cock at the moment of deepest penetration. She was inducing a fireworks style grand finale where they would all come at the same instant.

Sensing the right moment, she tightened her ass and pussy to lock on each cock to the point that each centaur could not pull out. She repeated this with the two she was holding and the one in her mouth. As if on cue, each centaur spasmed and released their hot gooey loads into her ass, pussy, mouth, and all over her tits as one.

She gagged slightly but recovered to suck down all the cum in her mouth. She then released all her muscles and let the orgasms wave over her like the ocean’s tide. It was pure ecstasy. Each of the centaurs held his ground enjoying the incredible feeling of her vibrating body on each of their cocks.

She finally stopped her spasms and lay silent on the belly of the one centaur. The other centaurs moved away and collapsed, tired from the orgy she had provided. Each centaur drifted off to sleep, but Bumram was also too tired to move. She wanted to get up and leave, but her body could not move. Five centaur cocks would be enough to tire any witch.

She had almost drifted off herself when she heard a noise in the nearby forest. She rolled her head in the direction of the noise and saw a figure slowly gliding toward her. As the figure moved closer, she could see it was Dax, the high wizard of Dickwiddie. She wanted desperately to cover herself, but she could not muster the strength to lift her arm.

Dax came to her side and said “It looks like you have been busy Professor Bumram. I hope your new friends got their money’s worth.” None of the centaurs stirred.

“Fuck you, Dax!” she said with as much energy as she could muster.

“Dear Professor Bumram, I see no reason to berate your knight in shining armor, as it were. Besides, you appear to be in no position to call the shots.” He raised his wand and said ”Levioso tittia cunticus.” Her body rose off the sleeping centaur and followed Dax as he walked away.

“I think we will retire to my chambers to finish our dick-tation…er…discussion Professor Bumram.” said Dax.

Bumram inclined her head to see that Dax still had his wizard’s cap on, but it also looked like he had stuck it under his robe. Bumram smiled and said, “Yes Dax, perhaps I should swallow your…er…my pride and cum to you with the truth. It’s the least you deserve.”

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