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Bait and Switch Retype – Ch 03-04

Friend’s note: I must apologize for not being clearer before. The man you all knew as Dark_Brother, is dead. I wish I could say that he died valiantly in a blaze of glory, but that is only partially true. A cowardly IED (roadside bomb) exploded outside our vehicle. I’m, sorry, this is hard to type, but my VA psych says I need to do this, in order to move beyond it. He died in my arms, as we tried to patch up his wounds, and I lost my best friend that night. It was not in China as some have suspected. For those that are complaining that I am ruining the story, I’m sorry. I’m staying true to his original plot, merely adding details, and changing tense (past vs. present). Before Dark_Brother’s death, he’d told me about these stories, and complained that he’d never been able to properly complete them. He asked me, that night, that when I got home, if I would complete them for him. He told me where his login information was stored, so I could access his account. This series was that important to him. So again, I’m sorry if you feel I’m going to ruin this, but I will honor one of his dying wishes.

Author's note: This story consists of multiple chapters. Some chapters will contain subjects that some may find objectionable, such as violence, anal, and even incest. You are here forewarned not to get into this series if any of these subjects bother/offend you. If you choose to complain about the themes presented within, you will be met with derision and scorn. You have been warned/enticed.

All characters are over eighteen, as I can't abide kiddy-porn, PERIOD! If this is suitable to your tastes, please enjoy my series, Bait and Switch.
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Chapter 03

White lights flashing across my shut eyes awaken me immediately.

"He's awake," a harsh whisper sounds in my room, "quick, silence him!"

A thick hand covers my mouth, and it's only then that I decide to try making noises. More hands grab me, and hold me down, as the one with the flashlight comes closer to me, and turns the light so I can see his face.

It's Robbie.

"Looks like it's payback time, dweeb." His eyes are cold in the beam coming off his flashlight, and in a panic I reach for his switches. His fist is faster, as it connects with my jaw, and I see stars.

* * *

My jaw is the first thing I feel as I wake up. An odd moan sounds from somewhere, and it takes me a few moments to realize it's me. My mouth doesn't feel right, and I come to the conclusion that there is a gag between my teeth. Keeping my eyes closed, I hope to fool them into thinking I'm still out, but my muffled moan has gave away the ruse.

"Looks like our little nerd has come back to us," I hear Robbie's taunting voice come closer to me at the same time I feel his switches approaching. "Looks like he needs a little encouragement to WAKE the fuck UP!" Robbie punctuates his words with a fist to my gut, a split second before I can adjust his switches. My eyes bulge, as all the air in me is forcefully expelled, and my stomach writhes in pain. With my eyes now open, I can see that I'm in someone's unfinished basement, tied to a support beam, my arms behind me. "Good. I'm glad to see you're back with us," Robbie's voice has grown menacingly cold. "We want to have a little talk with you."

My eyes are still watering, and I'm trying to gather enough wits together so I can weaken him, when his next blow hits the side of my ribs.

"Enough Robbie," I hear a sweet familiar voice, but it only sends a chill down my spine. What is Gina doing here?

"Enough? Enough!?" Robbie blusters. "It will be 'enough' when he’s paid for what he did to you."

I use the distraction to focus my thoughts, and flip his 'bladder' switch, and at the same time push on his 'weak' switch. I have to get out of here. I can feel fear’s fingers digging their way to my heart, and I try to push them away, and keep my focus.

Robbie turns his attention back to me, and there is no mistaking the malice in his eyes. "That won't work this time, freak." His punch this time strikes the other side of my ribcage. Thankfully he is weaker, though it still hurts, and even brings an embarrassing sob out of me.

Have my switches failed me? I wonder through the pain that is wracking my body. No, I can still feel the switches, and they HAVE moved. Looking through my pain filled eyes, I can see that his pants are still dry, but something seems odd about them.

"Hit 'im again, Robbie. Make the lil freak pay." For the first time I realize that there are others around. John Malcom, Brent Ratner, Philip Carson, Tony Hansen, and Derek Peterson (the one who had just spoken), are also witnessing my humiliation; all of them on the football team, and all Robbie’s friends.

"I want to hear him confess, first" one of them says, and the others agree.

Robbie yanks the gag out of my mouth, and I work my jaw painfully, my face throbbing. "Tell everyone what you did to my girlfriend. Tell them how you raped her, and MAYBE I'll go easy on you."

Rape? I didn't RAPE her! I think. Looking to Gina, I see that she is looking at the floor, refusing to look at me. What has she told them? "I didn't—"

Robbie's right hook catches my jaw, but it's too weak to do more than move my head, though it still hurts where he'd struck me originally.

"Don't lie to us, freak. Gina, come tell him what you told us." Robbie looks to his girlfriend, but she just continues to look at the floor, her shoulders shaking. Is she laughing at me? "Gina?" her boyfriend repeats.

"Gina, tell them I didn't do it!" I plead, and I feel a switch move as I speak, but I can't tell what or where. I remember her switches and I start moving the 'guilt' and 'concern' switches I'd make that first night, and am relieved to feel them move in the opposite direction I'd done then. I only hope she feels guilt for what Robbie is doing to me, and not for cheating on her boyfriend.

"Come on, Gina. Confront your rapist. Spit in his face, and show him you're not afraid of him." Gina looks up at me, and drops her gaze back down again; but not before I see the tears staining her cheeks.

"I-I. . ." Gina trails off.

Two hands grab my head from behind, and turn my face towards her. The fingers dig into my cheeks and temples as their hands hold my head firmly. For a moment I debate on using my switches to stop this whole farce, but stop myself. I have to clear my name first. I'm no rapist, not now, not EVER!

"Look, Gina, the dweeb is helpless. He can't hurt you," Derek's voice says right behind me, as I push harder on Gina's 'guilt' switch.

"I can't," she finally blurts.

"Man, you must've done a number on her, nerd," Derek says. "That's okay. . . We'll do you even worse, I promise."

"No!" Gina yells, and every eye in the room turns to her. Robbie goes over to console her, but she shakes him off. "I lied," she confesses, tears streaming down her face. "He didn't rape me." Her voice is tremulous, and she buries her face in her hands as she sobs.

"What are you saying?" Robbie asks; confusion painting his face.

Gina looks at him then, and I can see anger in her red rimmed, tear stained eyes. "I'm saying I fucked him, and enjoyed every minute of it," she spat. Everyone's jaws drop but mine and Gina's. Robbie has a painful look on his face. "I seduced him, but felt guilty about it, so I lied to you. But I can't. . . I can't let you do this to him. . . Not when he's innocent."

"Like hell he's innocent!" Surprisingly it's Derek who makes the exclamation, and not Robbie. "He still screwed with your girlfriend, Robbie. I say we teach him a lesson, and make sure he never touches another man's girl again." I feel the man's fist hit my right kidney hard a moment after he releases my head, wracking my body with pain all over again. I'd like to say I took it like a man, but it HURT!

"No, Derek." Robbie's voice is barely a whisper, and I'm not sure if I hear him right, through my agony fogged brain. "Untie him." He turns his back on Gina, and faces the rest of the room. "It's one thing to beat up a rapist, but I won't hurt a man whose only crime is being seduced by this slut."

"Robbie, I. . ." Gina reaches for Robbie's shoulder, but he yanks it away from her.

The large man walks up to me, and stares me in the face. I can see that he hates me still, but I have to give him some respect for his actions. He helps to untie me, and I turn to face the room. I know it's wrong, but I feel like I need to get revenge. In a rage, I make two new switches in each man, and Gina.

I flip the first, anger almost bursting from my pores, and watch as their eyes grow large, and their bodies become completely stiff and paralyzed. I walk up to Derek first, and have to look up at him, as Gina is the only one in the room shorter than me. I reach up with my right hand, and pinch the base of his neck where it meets with his shoulder. Simultaneously, I flip the second switch, and smile as he falls to the ground. To everyone else, it would look like I'd given him the Vulcan Nerve Pinch. A truly geeky revenge.

I look to Robbie's other four friends, and can't bring myself to do anything to them. Sure they had helped kidnap me, but none of them had struck me, only watched. I release their 'paralyze' switch, and tell them to go. To a man, they flee the small basement, beating each other out of their way, in their haste to escape from me.

Turning back to Robbie, I feel my anger flare up again, until I see his eyes. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, and if that's true, Robbie is in hell. There is no fear in his eyes, only pain, and hurt, and betrayal. "Go," I say quietly (I feel that phantom switch move again), before I can change my mind, and release him too. As he runs up the stairs after his friends, I notice that his pants seemed a little bulky around the waist, and think he must be wearing a diaper. No wonder his pants stayed dry.

Finally it's just me, Gina, and a softly snoring Derek in the dim basement. I debate on giving Derek a few kicks, to pay him back for the kidney punch, but know that the fight is out of me, after seeing how broken Robbie has become.

Turning to Gina, I release her, and watch as she crumples to the floor, crying. "I'm so sorry," she sobs, burying her face once again in her hands. "I didn't think they would take it this far."

"You’re right, you didn’t think. Get up," I demand, my voice as cold as the storm had been earlier today. She looks up at me, and I feel my anger rising again. This woman told them that I'd raped her. Sure I had used my switches to turn her on, and make her horny, but I don't have control of her mind! I didn't force her to do anything. And for that, I'd been kidnapped, tied up, and beaten. Thankfully my name is clear now, though I wonder what the others will say of the aftermath. "I said, get up!" As I speak, I finally find the phantom switch that's keeps moving without any effort from me. It's a switch in Gina; the one I'd used to make her wet every time I speak, but now it's working on its own, without my direct intervention.

Slowly Gina stands, and I try to be patient, but I'm still seething inside.

"Nick, I'm so sorry—"

"I don't want to hear it," I cut her off. "Right now, I’m in a lot of pain, and have no idea where I'm at. I need you to take me home." Oh, how it galls to tell her that, but I really have no clue where I am, and don't feel like trying to walk through the snow, until I find out. I'm just glad that I'd fallen asleep in my work clothes, shoes and all.

"O-Okay. . ." Gina stammers, and follows me up the stairs. "I'll take you home. It's the least I can do."

Damn straight, it's the least you can do, I think, but don't say.

The night air is frigid as I step outside, and follow her to her car. Every step hurts, and every breath is a chore, though the cold air seems to help, but none of that compares to the pain I'd suffered from overusing my ability.

The drive home is thankfully short, and Gina continues to prattle on about how sorry she is, and how she will make it up to me. I just close my eyes, and let her talk, wishing I could use switches on myself, if only to block the pain.

When she pulls up to my apartment, I get out, and am surprised when she does too.

"What are you doing?" I demand tiredly, still feeling that switch move inside her every time I talk.

"You're hurt. I want to make sure you make it alright." I'm in too much pain, and too exhausted to argue, and truth be told, it helps to use her for a little support, as we walk up to my apartment.

I dig the keys out of my pocket, expecting her to leave then, but she follows me in.

"Oh," I hear an exclamation as I walk into the lit dining room to find Dennis still awake, "what happened?"

"A little misunderstanding," I say, sarcasm dripping like venom from my tone.

"I tried to stop them," Dennis says earnestly, "but Derek held me down as they carried you out. He told me not to call the police, or they'd come for me next." Dennis was a jock, sure, but I can't expect him to stand up to most of the football team.

"And where were you?" I turn and glare at Gina.

"I was brought into the basement after. . ." She replies quietly. "Robbie said he had a surprise for me, and had me blindfolded. When he removed the blindfold, they already had you tied up, and you were still unconscious."

I nod, too exhausted to care anymore. Gina follows me to my room, and I wonder if she is going to help me do everything from now on. Serves her right, for the pain she caused, I think.

"Go home, Gina. Your mom is probably worried about you. I can take care of myself." I can still feel that switch moving every time I speak, making her pussy wetter, and then turn back off when I stop. I wonder briefly if I have accidentally trained her like one of Pavlov's dogs.

She grabs her phone, and dials a number. “Mom, I’m at Nick’s. (Pause) Yeah, the guy from the other night. (Pause) Okay, I will. Love you too, Mom.” She hangs up and looks at me, worry deep in her eyes as she looks at me. "My mom will be fine. Let me help you, and then I'll go." Once again, all I can do is nod, as Gina helps me out of my shirt and pants. Part of me wonders what tale she might spin from this night, but I hope she has learned her lesson. She gasps as my shirt comes off, and lightly touches the two forming bruises that are already dark on my ribs. Her touch is light, but still makes me flinch. My pants are next, and they hit the floor, revealing my 'Armitage' (one of my favorite anime's) boxers. For a second I wonder if she is going to follow me to the bathroom as well, but thankfully she lets me do that in peace. Once in the bathroom I take a look at myself, and shudder. The left side of my face is a massive bruise, complimenting the two on my ribs, and one over my right kidney.

When I return to my room, she has me lie on my stomach.

"Just relax," she tells me. "Let me give you a massage. It’ll help you sleep."

Help with sleeping is the last thing I need, I'm so weary, but a free massage isn't something to pass up either. A small part of me still doesn't trust her, but I can feel her 'guilt' and 'concern' switches still fully on, without me applying pressure. Also, knowing that Dennis is in the apartment helps. Don't get me wrong, I'm still angry with her, and she deserves to pay for her lie, but right now, I'm just too exhausted to do anything about it.

Her fingers work wonders on my back and shoulders, and thankfully she avoids my right kidney, and the sides of my ribs where I'm bruised. As her fingers dig deeper, I can feel my muscles (such as they are), start to relax. Just as I'm about to fall asleep, she moves off me, and tells me to roll over. Obligingly, I do as I'm told, and give a low moan, as digs her thumbs into my feet. Her digits drive into the underside, tops, and even between my toes, as she works my feet, and a small feeling of euphoria spreads across my body.

"I've studied reflexology, and been told I give the best massages," she whispers, as she works up to my calves.

If she did this every night for a month, I think, she might actually begin to make it up to me.

Her hands begin to work my thighs, and the feeling of contentment continues through my body. It isn't until she is working on the tops of my thighs, near my groin, that I realize I've grown hard at some point, and it is now poking well out of the top of my boxers. Gina just ignores it, though I know she can't miss it.

After finishing with my thighs, she straddles my legs, and starts working on my stomach and sides. The middle of my stomach is still tender from Robbie's first blow in the basement, but Gina's fingers seem to work magic into them. As her hands slowly work up to my chest, I notice that her body slides up, too, until she is sitting right on top of my rock-hard rod. Her whole body is moving on top of me, and it's only making me hornier, instead of relaxing me.

"What are you doing?" I ask, feeling that switch inside her move again as I speak. Her hips are now moving with their own rhythm, sliding up and down my partially covered penis, as her hands work my neck. I can sense that her 'horny' switch is fully tilted now.

"Making recompense," she whispers dreamily.

Horny as I now am, I'm even more wary. "Uh-huh. . . And have it end like last time?" I don't even try to hide the edge to my voice.

Gina sits fully upright, and grinds her denim covered crotch down on me, not even trying to hide what she is doing. "Dennis, are you still listening at the door?" She asks, turning her head towards the closed door. I can see his shadow underneath it, and almost have to laugh. The big jock who can usually get any girl, is listening outside MY door. Thinking about the fact that he is a jock, I consider how happy I am that he plays basketball, and not football, else he would have likely been in that basement, too. Dennis doesn't respond to Gina's question, but she continues as if he had. "I want to make it clear that everything I do in here tonight, I do of my own free will." She turns back to look at me, and I can see hunger in her hazel eyes now. "There, now you have a witness." Her hand snakes down, and starts gently rubbing the head of my cock. "You don't really want me to stop, do you? Goodness knows, THIS big fellah doesn't want me to stop." Her fingers wrap as far as they can around the head of my manhood, and gently squeezes.

Deciding quickly, I yell towards Dennis's shadow, "I hope you heard her, 'cause I'm gonna make her scream in ecstacy!" Hey, I might still be mad at her, but I'm not about to pass up a free screw.

Gina giggles, and I compare it Shanna's giggle. Perhaps it's my current mood towards Gina, but I like Shanna's laugh more.

Grabbing the hem of her shirt, she lifts it up over her head. Underneath, she is wearing a white frilly bra that brings her ample bosom together to emphasize her cleavage.

"You just lie there and relax," she tells me, "I don't want you hurting yourself. Let me do all the work." She bends over, and lightly pecks my lips, before moving her mouth gently across my left cheek, to just behind my ear. I reach behind her, and easily unsnap her bra, as I feel her breath tickle the hairs at the nape of my neck. Gina softly nibbles her way down my neck, along my pecks, until she can bring my right nipple into her mouth. I rather enjoy the sensation, as her tongue swirls around the areola, making it stand up tall and proud.

I let out a small moan, and note that even that makes her ‘wet pussy’ switch move. I let out a louder moan, as a test, and feel the switch move even more. Gina also gives a slight shudder as I do, and I wonder just how much she is enjoying this. Part of me doesn't want her to get any pleasure from it, but I’ve never been a selfish man.

As her lips travel down my abdomen, I notice that my door has opened slightly, and Dennis is peeking through the small crack. That's right, I think, watch as I get a piece of action from one of the hottest babes on campus. I really am going to have a witness to her willingness.

I forget all about Dennis watching us, when Gina's lips stretch around the head of my rod, and her tongue swirls around the ever sensitive rim. Another moan escapes me, and Gina begins to bob up and down, slowly taking more and more of me into her mouth. I'm too big to fit down her throat, but she gives it a valiant effort, often gagging in her attempt. Soon my moans are nonstop, until she starts to really shudder, and I know she is cumming.

Her head lifts, and she looks me in the eyes with a piercing look. "What is it about your cock that makes me cum so easily?" I can only shrug; glad she thinks it's my cock, and not me manipulating her through my switches. Gina rolls onto her back, unsnaps her pants, and practically rips them off, before rolling back onto me. Licking my shaft from balls to tip, she keeps going up my body until her tongue is in my mouth.

I can feel her vagina start to press against the tip of my penis, and moan into her mouth as her soaked pussy swallows the first couple inches. "Oh, god! I forgot how big that thing is," she tells me, throwing her head and arching her back. At the same time, I notice Dennis slip quietly into the room. He already has his cock out, and is gently stroking it, as he watches this hot blonde woman slip further and further down my rod. Despite myself, I can't help but notice that he is well endowed as well, if not quite so well as I am.

My mind is taken from Dennis's presence as I hit bottom in Gina. She looks down between us, then back up to me, with a slightly pouting expression. "One day, I am going to get all of you in me," she promises, before slowly sliding back up, and then slamming down until I hit bottom again. I moan as she does this, and can feel her inner muscles tighten as I do. Lifting her body up again, I can feel every inch of my wood slipping from her slick vagina. “God, I feel so empty after having you so deep. Ungh—“ She cuts off, driving her booty down hard on me.

I decide to give Dennis a bit of a show, and grab an ass cheek in each hand, spreading them, and giving my roommate a great view of my cock sliding in and out of her cunt. Gina's tits are bouncing just inches above my face, and I lift my head up a bit, grunting at the slight pain in my abs as I do so, suckling one of them between my lips. I let out a really loud moan, truly loving sucking on a great set of teats, and suddenly Gina is cumming hard on top of me. I start to thrust my hips, ignoring the pain in my stomach, pounding in and out of her, when an idea occurrs to me.

Slipping two of my fingers on my right hand down to where we are connected, I can feel her juices sloshing around my cock as I moan, making her orgasm last longer. I try to shove my fingers in also, but she is too tight around the girth of my penis. I content myself with just rubbing my fingers around that area, till they are nice and slick from the juices that are pouring out. By this point Gina has come down from her orgasm, but she is still moaning loudly.

I bring my two slick fingers up to her puckered asshole, and start rubbing against her sphincter. She tenses immediately, and stops all her movements.

"No! I'm not into that," she protests, and I can see fear in her eyes, but I give my loudest moan yet, while simultaneously mashing on her 'horny' switch, and slip one finger in to the first knuckle. It's enough to make her cum again, and I can feel her sphincter loosen then tighten around my finger. She remains still, other than her orgasmic shudders, while I continue pounding her from underneath. "Damn, that feels good, but no more," she says. Ignoring her, I switch nipples, slip my second finger in, moan, and mash the switch again, bringing her to yet another orgasm.

I start to move my fingers in and out, as I move my hips up and down, and this time when her orgasm subsides, she is matching my pace. When I slip a third finger into her colon, she grabs my face away from her teat, and mashes her lips to mine as she cums once more, this time with no additional help from me, and I slip a fourth finger in.

"My God, what is it you do to me? I've never cum so much, so quickly, and with your fingers in my ass too. . ." She looks hard at me for a moment, and then seems to come to a decision. "If I let you back there, will I be forgiven? No one has ever been in my ass."

I consider for a moment, but decide to be honest with her. "It will be a start, but it will take more than that, to repair the damage you caused." Her 'guilt' switch maxes out as I speak, but so too does her 'wet' switch.

She nods to me, with a solemn look, and gently lifts off me. I pull my fingers from her bum, as she pulls away. I notice for the first time, just how soaked I am down there from her juices. We won't need any lube, and I will need to change the sheets afterwards.

I send a quick wink at Dennis, but his eyes are glued to Gina.

Gina reaches down between us, gripping me at my base, and starts to rub the tip between her ass cheeks. I sigh in anticipation of the feeling of sliding into her rectum, and watch as she shudders to the sound. I feel her gently press down, and feel pressure build against my cock, until suddenly there is a release, and I'm in her ass.

"Hold on," she tells me breathlessly, "I need to get used to this. You feel even bigger back there." Her chin is resting on her chest, eyes tightly closed, and her hand still holding my cock. After a few seconds I feel her start to move carefully, taking me inside her colon, bit by tiny bit. I can feel every centimeter, as her sphincter, at a snail's pace, allows me passage.

After almost two whole minutes have passed, I can't resist the temptation anymore, and moan loudly. Gina's eyes fly open, and suddenly she is fully seated in my lap, shuddering and crying out in her own orgasm. For the first time ever, I'm fully sheathed inside a woman. The fact that it's her ass, and that she is one of the hottest woman in school isn't lost to me, and I start shooting my seed deep into her bowels.

For what seems like an eternity, I'm lost in my own bliss, as wave after wave of pure ecstasy crashes over my bruised body, smothering the pain and hurt I’ve suffered tonight, replacing it with utter bliss.

When I finally start to come back to myself, I groan as my ribs, abs, back, and jaw bring their pained existence back to the front of my attention. The second thing I notice is that Gina is actually still shaking and shuddering atop me, her mouth mashed to mine, and her pussy making a puddle on my pelvis.

Gina rolls off me about the same time I see Dennis slip from my room. I’d completely forgotten about my roommate in my orgasmic bliss.

"If I had known it would feel that good, I would have done that YEARS ago!" Gina exclaims, still trying to catch her breath.

I roll over, and immediately fall asleep, ignoring her.

* * *

I wake to the soft strains of Aeris's Theme playing on my phone. What few hours of sleep I'd had, had been peaceful and dreamless, but way too short.

"Mmm, ten more minutes," a voice mumbles next to me, and I look over to find Gina, still naked, lying next to me. I more fall than stumble out of bed, as the memories of all that had happened last night crash through my tired brain. Had I really been kidnapped, beaten, and then afterwards fucked by Gina’s ass?

Looking down at my own naked form, I can easily see the bruises on both sides of my ribs and my stomach. Gina moans again, and as quietly as I can, I slip from my room. Images of Gina on top of me, my cock fully sank into her ass haunt my thoughts as I pour my cereal.

"Some night, huh?" Dennis asks me as he walks out of his room, rubbing his eyes, and I realize I'm still not wearing any clothes. He looks as tired as I feel. “You look like shit, man.”

"Umm, yeah," I reply stupidly.

"So tell me," the jock says solicitously, "can you still call yourself a geek if you fuck a chic like Gina in the ass?"

For a few seconds I can only stare at Dennis after he asks me that. Then the memory of him slipping out of my room slides into my mind, and I can't help but laugh.

"Got any coffee?" A tousled and very sleepy Gina asks as she leaves my room. She has at least taken the time to get dressed first, unlike my continued nakedness. Despite how I feel about what she'd put me through, and being all disheveled, I can't deny she is beautiful. Even with her hair in a mess, and tear streaks still staining her cheeks.

"Yeah, I'll make some real quick," Dennis jumps up to do just that, like a faithful puppy.

Gina sits down next to me, while she waits for her coffee, and gives me a small smirk when she notices I'm still naked. "I hope you don't want me to make it up to you anymore this morning. I don't think I'll be walking right for a week." She shifts a little in her seat, before adding, “Or sit comfortably.”

Embarrassed despite everything, and not wanting to talk and start turning her on, I quickly eat my breakfast, then escape to my room while Gina and Dennis talk. I think about taking a shower, but don't want Gina to try joining me, so I just grab some wet wipes, and scrub myself clean that way. I also quickly rip my still wet sheets off my bed, and throw them in the laundry. They smell strongly of our sex last night.

Gina offers me a ride to campus, but a quick look outside shows that, while overcast, it isn't snowing, and I tell her I want to walk, so I can think. She nods, though she has a sad look in her eyes as I turn her down.

The crisp cold air seems to cleanse some of the fog from my mind as I walk, and I really begin to wonder what is happening around me. Somehow some of Gina's switches have gone on autopilot, and I'm not sure how to explain that, other than some sort of mental conditioning. I also wonder just where my new abilities have come from, and even why me? Based on what Dennis has been telling me, I'm not the only one with new abilities, but the others seem to have very different abilities.

The walk is too short for me to sort everything out, and it doesn't help that I run into Brent Ratner, one of the guys in the basement last night, as soon as I walk into the science building.

"Hey, Nick," he hails me, "Got a second? I wanted to talk to you real quick." He winces a little when he sees my face.

"Sure," I tell him, wishing he'd just leave me alone.

"First of all, I really want to apologize about last night. We thought we are going to beat up a rapist, not someone who was seduced." I only nod, wondering if he is going somewhere, or if he is just rattling on. "Robbie is pretty torn up about it, but he wanted me to apologize for him too, if I saw you." We walk in silence for a bit before he starts talking again. "Listen, there is a party this weekend at my place, and I want you to know you're invited. Should be pretty happening, and I know there will be lots of women there. Can I count you in?"

"Sure," I tell him again, hoping he would leave me alone if I agreed. I know he is only asking me to keep my mouth shut.

"Good! I'll email you the address. Bring a date if you want, just not Gina. I'd better get to class. . . Oh, and one more thing. . ." He hesitates, but I already know what is coming next. "Please don't tell anyone about last night, okay? It could get us all kicked off the football team."

I'm right. But truth be told, I don't want them talking about it either. I'd used my switches on everyone there, and I didn't want word to get out about that either.

Every class is a torment, as it hurts to just breathe, or even sit. Bending over my books and taking notes is even a chore. I get quite a few odd looks from the massive bruise on my jaw, but no one says a word about it.

At lunch I'm surprised to have everyone but Robbie, Derek, and Gina appear next to me, as I sit and eat. I do notice Gina walk in, see me sitting with everybody else, and at that distance, I can see the sad look on her face. I get even more stares from people walking by, as it's odd for so many from the football team to be sitting next to a self-avowed geek. Brent keeps going on about the party this weekend, how it’s going to be ‘off the hook’, and everybody else offers me their apologies. I just nod when it seems appropriate, and speak as little as possible. I'm still not feeling sociable, and I note that no one is willing to meet my eyes.

That is until I get to Prof. Frankens's class, and notice the low-cut blouse, and knee length skirt she’s wearing. Normally I sit towards the back, but when I see her, I can’t help but choose to sit closer to the front. Okay, so I sit in the front row. I tell myself that it's only because I wanted to see if my switches have affected her the same way they did Gina, but I know better. Trust me, if you could see her, you'd be doing the same thing.

Prof. Frankens eyes me as I sit down, and I sear she even gives me a small smile. I almost feel giddy, as I feel for her switches, and sense them still there. I wonder how long the switches can stay in someone, and if they can be removed. Based on the last time I was in her class, I know I can modify any switch I make, but I haven't tried removing any yet.

As an experiment, I make a switch that will make the side of her right breast itch, and then flip it while she is lecturing today's lesson. I feel the switch move, and I hold it on for a bit. I can see that she is getting a little frustrated, though she makes no move to scratch it. After a few minutes, she excuses herself to her office, and I can feel the switch shudder, and realize she must be scratching it. I let it turn off, and she comes out of her office shortly afterwards.

I watch her for a few more minutes, and notice that she keeps glancing at me too. I can't be sure if it's just because she is lecturing though, and try to ignore it. I concentrate instead on removing the 'itch' switch I'd just made, but it won't move. I spend all class trying to get rid of it, but the only thing I can do is change where she itches when I flip it. Apparently, once a switch is made, it's permanent.

The bell rings, announcing the end of class, and I stand up, both elated at my new discovery, and disappointed by my failure.

"Oh, Mr. Xavier, if you've got a moment, I'd like to talk to you about your last assignment." Prof. Frankens's voice halts me just before I walk out the door, and I turn to look at her. Her cheeks seem slightly flushed, and her eyes seem to be fighting indecision, but she waves me back to her office.

"What's up?" I ask, and am gratified to feel her 'wet pussy' switch move as I speak. Prof. Frankens has been conditioned as well, it seems.

The older woman walks to her desk, rifles through some paperwork, and pulls out last week's assignment. She indicates a chair for me to sit in, while she sits on the edge of her desk, facing me. I'm able to get a good look at her legs up to her thighs, and notice how smooth and unblemished they look. I’m curious if she works out to keep them that well toned.

The professor clears her throat, and I realize I've been staring at her legs for too long. Guiltily I look up at her, but she only smiles as she hands me the assignment.

"It's pretty rare that anyone does so well in my class," she tells me. "The math I teach isn't easy for most students to grasp, but you seem to handle it with ease." Her eyes scrutinize me, and I feel like an experiment in a Petri-dish under a microscope. "In fact, normally you seem to pay very little attention in my class. . . Until today."

I gulp, and know she's right. Usually, I show up to class just for attendance, and to turn in assignments, but otherwise let my mind wonder, or admire her frame. I study the book a week in advance, and rarely have any questions.

But today I had given her my full attention, if not necessarily her lesson. I don't know what I can say, but it probably isn't what I say next.

"You look good today." As I pay her the compliment, I note that her 'wet pussy' switch flips on even more, and actually takes a few seconds before it lessens.

"Ahem, yes. . . Well. . . Thank you, Mr. Xavier, but that is highly inappropriate." She tries to put on a grave expression, but her eyes are sparkling as she talks. "The reason I asked you to stay is to ask if you'd ever thought about joining the math team. You're easily smart enough, and I think you would be an excellent addition. I coach it every Wednesday night, and we would be spending a lot of time together. I mean, with the team of course."

I can sense that she is growing more and more flustered the longer I'm in her office, and a quick check on her 'horny' switch proves informative. I wonder if I can push her over the edge. I flip her 'nipple' switch, and also make her 'itch' switch affect her pussy, and flip it. Immediately I feel another switch move, and know her crotch is getting wetter as her 'horny' switch is slowly moving on its own.

I stand, looking her in the eye, daring her to make a move. "I think that's a great idea," I tell her, using my voice to stimulate her further. She starts to fidget on the edge of her desk, and I watch as she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth. I love the pensive look on her pretty face. I've almost got her, I think to myself.

Prof. Frankens stands up, and I think, here it comes. . . "Thank you Mr. Xavier. That will be all for now. Please lock the door on your way out."

My mind mentally stumbles, and I blink a few times in confusion, unable to change mental gears quickly enough. I’ve failed. . . Again. . . I do as she asked, and wonder where I'd gone wrong. As I walk away, I feel her 'itch' switch shudder, and smile inwardly as she scratches it. I hadn't necessarily failed; Prof. Frankens's will is just stronger than I'd thought.

The snow is falling lightly as I walk home.

Dennis is gone, but I find a letter from Gina on my pillow, and note that my room has been completely cleaned up. Even all of my figurines on their shelves have been straightened, and the room looks good. I open the letter and shake my head as I read it.

Nick,
I know that I don't deserve your forgiveness, or even any level of acceptance. I'm sorry I can't seem to say these words in front of you. Somehow when I am with you, I lose all track of everything else. Please know that I truly regret what I've put you through, and will do WHATEVER it takes to make it up to you. Even if it takes a lifetime. I know I have no right to ask anything of you, but I must ask one small thing. Please, whatever you do, don't shove me away.
Gina

I re-read the letter two more times, just to make sure I've read it right, and then wonder what I’ve created. Gina has gone from a woman that barely knows I exist, to being willing to be my slave, overnight. It also dawns on me that I hadn't seen Gina in class.

Checking my email, I see one from Shanna, explaining her absence as well. Apparently she had been too sore when she'd gotten up this morning, and decided to just get some rest.

Glancing at the clock, I see I'm going to be late for work if I didn't hurry. I wonder if Shanna is working tonight, and as horny as I am after Prof. Frankens's class, I'm looking forward to another crack at the brunette, hopefully this time in the light.

I'm disappointed though, when I see we don't work together again until next week. I see she has Saturday off though, and think about inviting her to Brent's party. I'm still not sure if I really want to go, but figure why not? With my ability, it could turn out to be rather fun.

I call Shanna up on my first break, and she sounds pretty excited to go.

That night when I get home, Dennis tells me that Gina had stopped by to see me, and told her I was at work. I'm still horny, but don't feel up to the drama that might come with the beautiful blonde, so decide to just go to bed instead.

As I lay trying to sleep, I realize that every time I've used my switches today, I’d done so headache free. Have I become stronger, gotten used to them, or what?

Lights wake me tonight, and I begin thinking I'm cursed to never get a good night's sleep again.

I roll onto my side and open my eyes, expecting to see Gina standing there, or maybe even Robbie, deciding to get revenge after all.

Instead, silhouetted against my window is a tall lithe form, with skinny arms, and eyes that are too large for its head. Its pink skin seems to play oddly with the light. A hand lifts, short one finger, beckoning me to it. I note two small breasts topped with small nipples on its chest, and that it must be a female. Why is she naked I wonder, feeling the fear start growing in my gut.

All other thoughts flee, though, as she speaks, beckoning me.

"You are the one. Come with me."

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Chapter 04

A sharp flash of light blinds me, and I find myself no longer in my room.

I'm blind, is the first thing that goes through my head. I must be mad, is the second, as my vision begins to clear, and my surroundings come into focus. Or rather, lack of surroundings. A faint bluish haze surrounds me, making it hard to distinguish where walls are, much less find a corner. The only indication that I'm not blind is the fact that I can see my hand as I wave them in front of me.

Standing up, I grope my way forward, until my hands run across a hard smooth surface. It's cool to the touch, and seems to vibrate with a gentle thrum. Using my foot, I find that the room doesn’t come to a corner as most rooms do, but the floor curves up, until it becomes the wall.

"Do not be alarmed," the same musical voice says behind me that I'd heard in my room. I spin around, only then realizing just how hard I'm breathing, as panic nearly overwhelms me.

Don't be alarmed? I want to scream, but my throat is closed. How am I not supposed to be alarmed, when some strange creature abducts me from my room? Some small part of me knows that panicking won't help, and after a few tense moments it wins out. The featureless blue-lit room seems to help me relax, and for the first time, I get a good look at this creature.

She stands only a little shorter than me, the skin oddly pink in the blue light, large silvery eyes that seem to reflect what they are looking at rather than have a color of their own, and the pupils are slitted, like a cat's, only thicker. Its arms are long compared to its thin body, and the hands are each short a finger. I realize it's female, and look again at the two small breasts on her chest. Light seems to reflect strangely about her body as a playful thing, and I realize she doesn’t have any hair, anywhere.

"Wh-who are you?" I ask, trying to keep my voice calm, but it comes out as almost a squeak.

"Are you asking my name, or my species?" Her head tilts to the side in an inquisitive manner. When she speaks, her small mouth moves with a fluid grace. Her voice sounds almost as though two people are speaking simultaneously. "As for my name, you may call me Lela. My true name cannot be pronounced with only one tongue and one set of vocal cords. Nor can my species name, though you will just call me an alien."

"A-alien. . . Right. . ." Okay Nick, wake up now, you're having another nightmare. Anytime, now. I pinch myself hard where my ribs are bruised, knowing that it will cause the most pain and wake me up. Well, it does, and it doesn’t. It causes plenty of pain, but I find I'm still in this blue void of a room.

"You're hurt," Lela exclaims, and suddenly I'm put in mind of Futurama. Her hands fly up in front of her, and I back up, suddenly wary. Her fingers appear to touch the air in front of her, and the next thing I know, I'm standing in a pool of greenish yellow light. A tingling sensation travels across my limbs, and for a few seconds, my fear and trepidation are replaced with a sense of euphoric giddiness. The light vanishes as quickly as it appeared, and I feel like I've just had a great night's rest. I run my hands over my body, afraid she has somehow turned me into a creature like her, but I'm still human. At least, I appear human. Something nags me though, and after some thought, I place it. Pulling up my shirt, I see that my bruises are gone, and my skin is unblemished. Even a scar I’d received from a peddle-bike accident is gone.

Lela has been watching me silently all through this. We look at each other for a moment, both studying the other. I wonder what she wants with me, and having no idea what is in her mind. My only clue is her telling me that I'm the one. After a moment, I realize that she is almost as wary of me, as I am of her.

"You say I'm the one. The one what?" I ask, almost afraid to hear the answer. The one for breakfast? The one for experimentation? The one for tap dancing, anal probes, or skeet practise? I'm lost, and the fear that had been washed away moments before, starts to sink its insidious fingers back into me.

She considers me for a while, her head cocked to the side again. Just when I'm starting to think she isn't going to answer, she does. "Perhaps my speech was premature. I hope you are the one, but as yet, I can't be certain." She pauses, and I think I'm going to rip my hair out in frustration at her lack of an answer. "You may be the one to save your planet."

My knees give way beneath me, and the floor rushes up to smack me in the rear. Save my planet? How the bloody hell am I going to do that? Make a switch for global warming and turn it off? HA! That would kill me, and I get a headache just thinking about it. "How does my planet need saving?" I end up asking, needing to say something, and afraid of where my imagination might take me if I don’t get any answers.

Her hands fly before her again. Seconds later the room vanishes, and I let out a rather unmanly yelp. Lights appear around me, small pinpricks, and I realize I'm looking at space, and can see a small nebula off to my right. Her voice sounds from all around me, and I glance at her, noting her lips aren't moving. This is some kind of recording.

"Please forgive me, if I have frightened you. It's hard for me to speak your language, but hopefully this recording will help explain your situation.”

My jaw nearly hits the floor as I consider what’s going on around me. I'm in space, a dream come true for any geek, but I'm also facing an alien with unknown intentions.

"Centuries ago, our race reached for the stars, much as yours is starting to do now. We traveled far and wide, and as we traveled we learned. We colonized other planets, and were able to work within their ecosystems. We thought we were alone, as far as sentient beings were concerned, but we found others about two-hundred years after we first left our home soil. After that, we continued to find others at a much faster rate. We shared our knowledge with all we found."

As the recording plays, the room changes, and I watch as other pink creatures like herself, but both male and female (and all naked), leave a small planet, and grow their influence. It actually reminds me of Spore, the video game. I watch them meet interesting creatures, and learn from one another.

"Almost every other sentient species we found descended from herbivores. They were peaceful and trusting. We assumed that intelligence could only stem from a diet consisting of plants" The room shows them eating various plants together. "Then we came upon a primitive race that showed much promise for intelligence, but also seemed prone to violence." The aliens that now showed are small muscular things, red skinned, and covered with tufts of coarse black hair. They have tusks protruding from their snouts, but they don't have pig noses. Their noses are more akin to a horse's.

"We studied this new race for years, before approaching them. They ate meat exclusively, but didn't eat their own kind. We hoped this meant that they could be friendly towards us, another sentient race, and in our innocence, we sealed our doom.

"They treated us well, till we shared what we know, and gave them our technology. They were quick to learn, and ever hungry for more. They began to develop their own technology from what we taught them, and too late, we saw their intent." Silence falls in the room, but my mind seems to supply the sound effects for the brutal imagery that now surrounds me. This new race had taken the benevolent technology handed to them, and created weapons from it, attacking, and actually eating their teachers, before taking to space, and doing the same to other planets. The scene zooms out, and I watch as this new carnivorous race attacks and devours planet after planet. They were getting close to the home planet of the alien I'm with, and I realize I no longer fear this alien, but the red ones now utterly terrify me.

"They were approaching our home planet, and we thought all was lost. We know nothing of weapons. We don't know how to defend ourselves. Then one of our ships found a new planet, with creatures that are primitive to us, but further developed than the demons were when we first found them." The room zooms in on a planet that I immediately recognize as Earth. "This species descended from omnivores, and it's our hope that we can enlist you in our aid, but many are nervous. We fear that you will do as the demons have, and attack us. So we waited, and we watch.

"Somehow the demons have learned of your planet, and fearing that you might become a rival, turned their attention to you." The demon's ships change course, and are now headed for Earth. "It takes many of your solar revolutions to travel through space, and while our planet is now safe, yours is in peril. We argued amongst ourselves whether to warn you, and risk you being another threat to us, or leave you as bait, while we move to other planets that the demons haven't found yet.

"While we watched and studied you and argued amongst ourselves, we found a gene inside many of your race that lay dormant. When we activate this gene, the results vary. Some gain abilities, others simply die. In a very few, nothing happens at all.

"A plan was created, and decided upon. We will activate this gene in as many of you as possible, and if we find one of you that might be able to defend your planet, we would warn that one of your race's impending plight, and leave Earth’s plight in their hands."

The room returns back to the blue featureless mass it had been when I was first abducted, and I have to blink a few times to get accustomed to the brightness.

"After watching you during your last dark cycle—" It takes me a second to realize she means last night when I'd been kidnapped, "—I hoped that you might be that one. Despite the aggression that is projected on you, you used cunning and self control to turn the situation around." I also wonder if she’d kept watching after Gina had taken me back to my apartment.

My throat goes dry, and it takes me a bit to work enough moisture back into it, in order to speak. "But that was a small room, not an entire race! And besides, if I use my ability too much, I get pains that knock me out. I won't survive trying to change an entire race."

Lela's head tilts to the side again before she speaks; this time her lips move. "It's like a muscle. When you work a new muscle it becomes sore, but the more you use it, the stronger it gets."

"Muscles?" I nearly shout, exasperated. "Have you looked at me? I don't have a whole lot of muscles, and I can't use my ability on myself, to build any."

She continues to look at me, and it dawns on me that the reason she keeps pausing is to form the words in my language so that I can understand her.

"If it's muscles you need, I can help with that. You have a choice: I can build you up immediately, but then you will be helpless for several days as your body recovers, or slowly over time, and you will be able to continue, though you might be fatigued at first," her dual-toned voice replies levelly.

She can give me muscles immediately? I almost opt for that. Who cares if I'm out of commission for a few days? Then I remember Brent's party, and think about Shanna and Gina. "How long till the demons get here, and how long if I take the slow route?"

Again there is a pause before she answers. "It will take a couple weeks to take full effect, but you have half a solar cycle till the demons arrive to devour your planet and people." I think about how she keeps addressing them as demon’s and can’t argue with the logic behind it. They definitely look like some demon from an anime series.

The decision is simple. Take the slower route, and people hopefully won't think I'm some weird freak, or more of a freak, who suddenly grew muscular, and practice my ability more in the meantime. I have no clue how I'm going to stop an entire race from attacking and eating the human race, but at least I have six months to figure it out.

Where is The Doctor, Captain Kirk (Picard was a pussy), or even Luke Skywalker when you need them?

I tell Lela my decision and she nods as her hands fly in front of her once again. It occurs to me that she is typing on a screen only she can see. The light that surrounds me this time is white, and instead of feeling giddy or tingly, I feel very weak and tired. I wonder if this is how Robbie feels every time I use his 'weak' switch.

While the light does its work, I study Lela some more, and can't help but notice how the light plays across her small breasts. I realize I'm getting hard looking at her, my lust never having been slated tonight, and a curious thought enters my mind. I wonder what it would be like to have sex with her?

The fact that she isn't human doesn’t bother me as much as you'd think it would. Don't get me wrong, I'm not into doing sheep or horses, or anything like that, but with her pink skin, large eyes, and small breasts, she looks human enough and maybe even cute enough that I'm getting turned on, despite feeling fatigued.

Well, she says I need to practice my ability. Why not try it on an alien, and see how it goes?

I start with my standard switches: horny, wet pussy, and hard nipples. I can feel all three switches in her, and sigh in relief. I'd been half afraid that my switches would only work in humans. I apply my will to all three, and the latter two move, but the first one refuses to budge. I can see her darker pink nipples harden, but can't tell if she is getting wetter, other than feeling the switch move.

There has to be something about her species that is different from mine, I reason, but what?

The white light vanishes before I can figure it out, and before I know it, I'm back in my room, a single word reverberating through my skull.

Remember.

My body feels like a lead weight, but I fear my mind is too active to allow me to sleep right then.

I’m wrong.

The last thought to flit through my mind before exhaustion takes me is: Angels. I should call them angels. It only makes sense.

* * *

Aeris's theme gently wakes me up, and I realize I'd fallen asleep, despite myself. Thankfully it was a dreamless sleep, unless the whole abduction had been a dream. . .

I run to the bathroom, and check myself in the mirror. No bruises. . . It had all been real after all. Remembering Lela's promise about bulking up, I examine my body, but can't make out any differences. I run back to my room, grab my phone, and return to the mirror, taking a picture. If the change is too subtle, I might not be able to see it, but after a couple weeks, I can compare myself to this picture, and see.

"Hey, are you gonna be in there all day?" Dennis's voice sounds tired, coming from the other side of the door. Opening the door, I try to slip past my roommate, but he stops me. "Holy shit! Your face! What happened to your face?!" His eyes scan my topless chest, and I know he is looking for my other bruises. "How did you recover so quickly?"

I let out a short laugh before saying, "Dunno, maybe I'm part Wolverine." I can see he is confused, probably not understanding my comic book reference, but I don't care. As exhausted as my body is, I'm in a grand mood.

The mood lasts up until I finish pouring my cereal, and I remember the rest of what Lela had said. Terrible aliens, demons, are on their way to destroy and devour the human race. Finding my appetite has fled, I quickly dress, and leave the apartment for class. I decide to drive, not feeling strong enough to walk on this cold morning.

The streets are only slightly snow packed after the storm the other day, and make it to the campus without any issues. I'm trying to figure out the best ways to exercise my ability, and make little switches here and there, some with people, some with inanimate objects, but I'm trying to stay inconspicuous, until I notice old Mrs. Polkins, the campus nurse. Fat, old, and ugly, she will be a great experiment in changing someone's nature.

Up until this point, all my switches have caused me almost no pain. I feel them, and they aren't as easy as that first day, but they are much more forgiving than the second day. I decide to go big with the nurse. Making a 'metabolism' switch, I flip it feeling some resistance, but it moves. I flip another switch to restore her hair color from gray to. . . Well, to be honest, I really don't know what her natural color was, and think she might look good as a redhead. I turn on the elasticity to her skin, hoping to get rid of her wrinkles, and even try to flip a switch to slow her aging. The last is the hardest of all to move, but I'm able to nudge it a little, before my head really starts to ache. I will have to keep an eye on her, and see how things go over the next few weeks.

With my head starting to pound, but a smile on my face, I head to my next class; only to find myself stumbling forward as someone pushes me from behind.

"Think you're some hotshot, don't you," Derek Peterson calls out loudly, drawing a lot of attention to himself.

I regain my balance, and spin around to confront the bully. He stands there, laughing at me, with his hands on his hips, wearing his letterman's jacket.

"Leave me alone, Derek. I don't feel up to dealing with you right now." And I really don't. My head hurts, my body aches, and I don't want to draw too much attention to what I can do.

"Ho! That's rich. YOU don't feel up to dealing with ME? Who do you think you are, dweeb?" Derek's voice grows louder as he spouts off, drawing more and more attention to us.

I can see that we're gaining quite the audience, but I don't want to make a huge spectacle, and after modifying Polkins, I don't think I'm up to much with my switches.

I need a way out of this, but something that won't be too obviously me. I spy my escape route on the wall behind Derek: a white handle (or switch), within a red box. I pull the fire alarm mentally, and feel my head give a mighty twinge of pain. The resulting noise from the alarm makes my head hurt even worse, but by then, everyone is evacuating the hallway. I see Derek flee one way, so I stumble the other direction, and right into someone else.

"You're going the wrong way," a familiar voice says, and I look up to see Shanna standing over me. "The fire exit's that way," she pointed down the hallway in the direction everybody else has gone.

I laugh weakly, my head throbbing from over using my ability. Shanna's smiling face quickly turns to one of concern, and I curse myself, as I consider how weak I must look to her right now. I got over zealous with my switches, and now I’m paying for it.

"Are you okay?"

I nodded that I am, "Yeah, just a horrible headache is all."

"We need to get you off your feet." The attractive brunette looks around, before grabbing my hand and pulling me after her. "Come on, we can go in here. I doubt this is a real fire anyway."

“It's not,” I mumble, without thinking. I follow her into the room, holding my pounding head with my free hand.

The room is thankfully dark, and I can't help but remember the other night in the freezer with her. Has it really only been two nights ago? This room is light enough to see in, and much warmer however, and as my eyes adjust, I realize we are in one of the performance rooms. There is stadium seating slanting down to a small stage.

Shanna leads me to a seat in the front row, and has me sit. Her hands fuss at my head, and cheeks, and I realize she thinks I'm sick.

"It's just a headache, really," I try to assure her, and am surprised by the mischievous smile that crosses her face.

"Just a headache, huh?" She places her hands on the armrests on either side of me, and leans in close, our noses almost touching. "I know a cure for headaches." Before I can think to respond or act, she tilts her head, and mashes her lips to mine.

My surprise quickly wears off, and I kiss her back. I don't know what her cure is, but if it starts with kissing, I'm willing to give it a try. Her tongue is darting in and out between my teeth, while her hands roam across my chest and stomach.

She pulls away unexpectedly, and looks me in the eyes. "There, how is your headache now?"

I can't help but laugh a little at her attitude. Thinking about my head, I notice that the pain has lessened slightly, but isn't entirely gone. "Don't stop now; I think you may be onto something with this cure."

The smile that splits her lips and lights up her face is beautiful. Normally I think Gina is the better looking of the two, but right now, Shanna has her beat hands down.

This time it's me doing the kissing, as I bring my hands up to her face, and pull her back down to me. She twists her body, and sits in my lap as her arms wrap around my neck, pulling us tighter into the kiss. I let my hands roam across her side, along her legs, and even tangle my fingers in her hair as our mouths attempt to become one. Despite what had happened the other night, I'm still nervous about trying anything, especially considering we are still on campus. I'm not too worried about getting caught, as I don't think this auditorium is used too often, but then again, I'm not certain.

Building up my courage, I place my left hand on her rear, and give a little squeeze. She pulls away from the kiss, and I'm afraid I've gone too far.

"Seems you're recovering pretty quickly." She stands up, leaving my lap feeling very empty, and starts walking towards the stage. She turns and sits on the edge, giving me a puzzled look. "Well, are you coming over here, or not?"

I'd like to say I moved like The Flash, but I'm still too weary. At least the headache is going away. As I walk over to Shanna, I wonder that this woman is interested in me, and I've never had to use a switch on her.

"I think I am almost cured of this headache," I say, and enjoy her laugh as her arms once again wind around my neck and pull my lips back to hers. My hands travel across her back, and I dig my finger under the hem of her shirt, till I'm touching bare skin.

“Well, I think we’d better be thorough, just to be safe,” she tells me with a pleasant gleam in her eyes.

Her slender hands leave my neck, only to travel down my body, until she’s fumbling with my pants. I pull back a little to give her the space she needs to undo them, and feel the cooler air pebble my flesh as my pants drop to the floor. Shanna's fingers grip my manhood tightly, making me moan into our kiss. She seems to know just what to do, as her digits gently slid up and down the length of my hard shaft, using my pre-ejaculate to lubricate the head.

My headache is completely gone now, and I bring my hands down to start undoing her pants. She lets me go, and grabs my hands. "Not right now," she whispers, then gently pushes me back, and hops off the stage. Falling to her knees, she looks my single eye in the eye, before bringing her lips to the tip. Another moan escapes my throat, as her mouth stretches taught around the rim, and then pops past.

She pulls back up, and dribbles some spit along my shaft, before swallowing my cock back into her mouth. Her hands pump up and down my pole, while her tongue works the head. She really knows what she is doing, and I soon feel my orgasm coming on.

"Shanna, I'm about. . . To. . . Ungh," I grunt as she picks up the pace of her hands, and sucks harder on the knob. It's too much, as I shoot string after string of my spunk into her devouring mouth. I have to lock my knees underneath me as I cum, and I notice she is looking up at me, that beautiful sparkle in her blue eyes and long lashes batting, as I unload my seed.

As soon as I'm done shooting my spunk, she pulls her head back, and opens her mouth to show me its contents. My ejaculate fills her mouth, swishing around her tongue, as she looks up at me, smiling devilishly. She gives a visible swallow, and audible gulp, then opens her mouth to show me that it's empty.

"You really are something," I tell her with admiration, "but what did I do to deserve you?" I know it's the wrong thing to say as soon as I say it, but dammit, I’m still recovering from that blowjob. I probably sound wimpy and needy now.

"What did you do?" She looks at me puzzled. "I've had a crush on you since the first day of class. I never imagined you would be this well endowed, though." She shakes her head, the brown strands of her hair flipping about. "No, I’m the lucky one here." Her mischievous smile returns. "But right now, I am so horny; I'm almost willing to try taking you right here and now."

I looked down at my slightly wilted member not sure how well that will work.

"I am sure you will recover by the time we get to my place," she says, giving the tip of my penis a quick peck. Before I know what is happening, Shanna pulls up my pants, drags me out of the room, down the hall, and into the cold winter air. I happily follow her to her car, where she tosses me the keys. "You drive. I have some work to do."

I hop into the driver's seat and her in the passenger's seat, before I realize I don’t know where she lives. She gives me quick directions, and thankfully they’re easy to follow, for as soon as we get going, she leans over, pulls my slightly limp member out, and slips it back between her warm, wet lips. I have to concentrate hard on the road, but by the time we arrive at her place, I'm fully hard and horny again.

We race up the steps, and she unlocks to door. "My sister should be in class right now," she tells me, and I remember her telling me she has a twin. I wonder what it might be like to sleep with twins, and I feel my cock (confined for the nonce in my pants again) give a twitch.

I follow her to her room, and stop as soon as I enter. On her walls are posters of Naruto, and Bleach. On a shelf in the corner are Voltron figurines. The mouse pad to her computer is an image of the tenth Doctor. I even notice some personal drawings of Link and the Triforce. But none of that surprises me more than the three different video game systems hooked up to a large flat screen TV.

Shanna is a geek like me. Not only that, but she is the almost mythical hot female geek.

"Are you going to stare at my room all day, or are you going to come over here and fuck me?" Her voice snaps me out of my daze, and I realize she'd already removed her shirt and bra. I quickly undress, while she removes her pants.

I go to her, kissing her lightly on the lips, before moving to her jaw and neck. As I kiss my way down to her chest, I lay her back on the bed, and crawl on top of her. Grabbing her right melon with my hand, I twiddle her nipple between my fingers, while I suck her other areola between my teeth. She gasps at the attention, running her fingers through my hair.

"I want you," she whispers to me, but I have other plans. Releasing her tit from my mouth, I kiss my way down her soft slender stomach, pausing for a moment to make out with her belly button, and enjoying the sound of her musical giggle. By the time I finally reach her prize, I can easily smell the arousal pouring from her.

Another gasp escapes her as my tongue works circles between her inner and outer labia. She has a small bit of fuzz that has grown since the last time she'd shaved, but I just relish in the act of tasting her as I drive my tongue as deep as it will go. Her legs mash against my ears, and her hands dig into my scalp as she experiences a throaty orgasm. I move my tongue up to her clit, and feel her twitch every time the tip of my tongue runs across it. Continuing to concentrate on her most sensitive point, I bring her to another orgasm, before she grabs my ears and painfully pulls me up to her.

"I want your cock in me, NOW," she demands, lust brimming in her eyes, before shoving her tongue as far down my throat as it will go. I know she can taste herself on my lips, and moan as I bring my cock to her entrance. It only takes a little pressure to pop the head into her sopping wet slit, and we both relish in the feeling of completeness.

I slowly work my hips back and forth, gently entering her bit by bit, teasing her with each centimeter. Meanwhile our tongues are fighting a battle for dominance, neither of us sure if we want to win or lose. Bringing my hands up to her large breasts, I tweak both her nipples, while her cunny sucks me in deeper and deeper.

She feels just as tight as she was in the freezer a couple nights ago, but oh so much hotter. Her hands dig into my back, my neck, and my buttocks as I finally hit bottom in her, forcing her to gasp for air. "I feel like you're going to split me in two with that thing. Don't stop, Nick. Fuck me HARD!"

Obligingly, I pull out, all except for the head, and then slam back into her. Arching my back, I bring one of her teats to my lips, and suck hard as I pound her again and again. It doesn’t take long before she is shuddering beneath me, her pussy rippling around my slickened cock for all it's worth.

"Hold on," she tells me as soon as she catches her breath, pushing against my chest, and I pull out of her, "I want to be on top."

Happily, I flip over, and let her climb on top of me. She faces away from me, and I have a great view of her ass, as she lowers herself onto my rigid spike. She is able to take most of my length, before I hit bottom again, and then lift back up, and slam her delightful rear down again, grunting.

My view is wonderful, as I watch her asshole rise, my shiny prick slowly leaving her juicy cunt, only to have her slam down hard again. I reach down, and grab a globe of each ass cheek in my hands, moaning with every movement. The juxtaposition of her slow lifting, coupled with her quick violent thrusts would have had me blowing inside her already, if not for that great blowjob in the auditorium.

On one of her powerful downward thrusts, I feel myself go even deeper, as something seems to strangle the head of my cock, and for the first time ever, I'm fully buried inside a woman's vagina. Shanna lets out a shriek as she sits fully in my lap, and for a second I'm terrified I've really hurt her. Her inner muscles are massaging my length, while that inside ring grips my pole almost painfully tightl

"Oh, fuck, that's deep," she mewls, and from the sound of her voice, it's a good thing, rather than a bad one. "Don't move for a second. I need to get used to this." I can't help myself, and feel my cock twitch inside her. "Oh, God, I'm cumming again!" She screams, and I can feel her juices sloshing out around my prick, and dripping off my balls, as she shudders.

She collapses backwards onto me, and I wrap my arms around her torso, my right hand going to her left tit, and my left hand going to her clit. I pinch her nipple and clit at the same time, and begin gyrating my hips.

"Hold on. . ." She moans, "I need to. . . Catch my. . . Oh, fuck. . . Wait. . . I really. . . ungh. . . I. . . Ah!" I apply more pressure to her clit, start nibbling on the back of her neck, and her words change. "Oh fuck yes, right there! Damn, you're deep. Keep fucking me. Oh yessssssss!" As she drawls out her moan, I feel my own climax coming on, and pick up the pace of my movements. In just a few seconds, my body locks up hard, as I blow my second load deep into her. "I can feel your hot cum up inside me. Oh, fuck, it's going to make me cum agaaaaaiiiiiiinnnnn!" Our mutual climax seems to go on and on, till we’re both panting and out of breath.

Shanna rolls off of me, and gives me a quick peck and then slaps my chest. “Jerk!” she exclaims, smiling. “How dare you make me cum so much? Oh. . .” Her eyes grow large, and before I have a chance to respond, she takes off running for the bathroom to clean up, her hand holding in the load of cum I’d just expelled. I can barely move, overwhelmed by my own post-coital bliss, until I hear the front door open and close and Shanna's voice comes drifting in. "Shanna, I'm home. Some idiot set off the fire alarm today. I can't believe some people can still be so juvenile after high school."

Quickly realizing that this must be Shanna's twin sister, I jump out of bed, and get dressed. Shanna is dressed before me, and goes out to meet her sister. I soon follow, and from the look her sister gives me, she knows what we'd been up to.

Shanna introduces me to her twin, Shannon, and looking at the two, I can't tell them apart. They both have the same brown hair, cut in the same fashion, the same eyes with amazingly long eyelashes, the same lips. . . I wondered if they feel the same in bed. . . For only a second I'm tempted to use my switches on them and find out, but a sudden twinge between my eyes changes my mind.

"Nick was just leaving," Shanna tells her twin, and shuffles me out the door. Outside in the cold, we kiss for a few minutes, holding each other tight, before she asks, "So what do you think of my headache cure?"

"It worked better than you can know," I tell her, smiling. Some old man walks his dog by us, and from the way he smiles, I know we must look like a couple. Thinking of that, I have to ask a question, though I'm almost afraid to do so. "So. . . What are we, exactly?" I don’t want to drop the childish terms of boyfriend/girlfriend, but don’t want to act like a player either.

She smiles at me, and it eases my concerns. "Let's just say that we're REALLY good friends for now, and see where that goes. Besides, why put a label to this?" She gives me a quick peck on the lips.

Somehow I'm a little let down that she doesn’t want more from me, but then I think of Gina and Professor Frankens, and know that I will manage just fine.

She drives me back to the campus, where my car is, and we kiss for awhile longer, until we agree that we either need to stop, or screw again. I'm okay with the latter, but she tells me she is a bit sore, and doesn’t think she can right then, but tomorrow after Brent's party, maybe we can again.

I keep my window rolled down as I drive back to my apartment, trying to cool off.

When I walk in, Derek tells me that Gina had stopped by again, and I'm supposed to call her. I'm starting to think she is getting clingy, but she is also a good lay, so I call her up. Her mom answers, and then gets Gina on the line.

"I miss you," she tells me. "Can I come over?"

I debate for half a heartbeat, and then turn her down. I'm still horny after leaving Shanna, but it really isn't fair to transfer that to Gina, and besides, young though I am, I need some rest. "Maybe tomorrow, I haven't slept well for days, and could really use some sleep." She sounds sad, but I let her go.

I spend the rest of the evening playing games on my computer (trying not to think about what Lela told me about Earth's impending doom), before going to bed early. I wake at some time in the night, bathed in white light, Lela standing in front of me.

Final Fantasy XXX: Reviving My Sister's Corpse

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Final Fantasy XXX: Reviving My Sister’s Corpse

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Chapter I: Duo quest

“Josh, I’m a bit scared. Are you sure it was a good idea to come here without backup?” Said Dana, my biological sister.

“This is supposed to be a duo quest. Asking for backup would be a little humiliating.” I said.

We had arrived at the dark cave after a long travel from town, and our Chocobos were resting at the entrance next to the spooky sign. I was equipped with my silver Paladin armor, giant shield with a goddess on it, and sword in sheath. She had her White Mage cloak and staff with a crystal ball at the end, along with a small sack of healing items. I am 21, 6ft.2, bulky, Caucasian skinned with black hair and brown eyes; and Dana is 16, 5ft.1, petite, size 32B breasts, Caucasian skinned with short black hair and brown eyes.

Dana pointed to the sign which had a picture of a creepy smiling ghost, and words that looked like it was texted in blood. ”Look, that gives me the chills.”

“Those who enter will never see the light of dawn.” I said, reading the sign. “Come on, these signs are just used to scare us. Don’t let the enemy fool you.”

Dana gripped her staff tightly, and then looked at me. “Alright, just make sure you have my back.”

“Let’s do this.” I said, pointing into the cave with my silver gauntlets.

We both entered and began to walk down the dark corridor which had torches on the walls. The cave had a stone brick pattern which covered the walls and the floor. My footsteps were making a clinking noise while Dana’s were making small pit-pats. She glanced behind to briefly take one last look at our Chocobos that were now napping. I pulled out my sword from my sheath and held it in my right hand, looking upwards and all around, making sure that nothing would take us by surprise. Dana held her staff in both hands, while she looked around as well.

A moment passed and we looked up at the ceiling, seeing several pink bats with purple wings hanging upside down. I pushed my finger against my mouth making a hush sign while we began to step lightly. Dana’s foot half-stepped on a rock that squeezed out and repelled into a small ditch with water at the bottom. It made a small splashing noise, and the bats began to open their white eyes at us. They opened their wings and swooped down making screeching noises, and opening their fangs. I began to swing my sword at them in fashion, vertical and horizontally.

They were moving fast, head-butting and biting us, so I landed a few hits with my sword cutting right through them, and they shrieked and fell towards the ground. Dana shot small white balls of light from her staff which blinded them, causing them to miss a lot. Occasionally, she would whack a bat on its head with her staff when she had a chance, conserving magic. We continued to do this until they all died, and we plucked their wings and stored them in a bag for crafting.

“See? That was easy. The enemies in here probably aren’t that hard.” I said.

“A-huh. Well if they are, I have my Flee spell which will help us.” She said, continuing to put wings into her sack.

I looked at Dana and put the last of the wings into her bag. “When did you get that spell? I thought you weren’t experienced enough to use that yet.”

She looked at me and zipped up her bag. “I’ve been practicing with Carol every morning. She helped me train enough so I would be able to use it, then I bought the spell book at the general store.”

I smiled and began walking. “I’m glad that you are able to use that spell now, because it will be a lot less risky from now on.”

“Same here.” She said, smiling and beginning to walk as well.

“You almost scared me to death that one time when you got killed by that Evil Cloud.”

“I hate those damn things. They can paralyze you which make you unable to perform attacks.”

“Yeah, that lightning shit they do is annoying…….”

“They have a smiley face too, which just pisses you off more. Hey Josh, I have a question. Why is it that when someone dies, they only have so much time to revive?”

“Nobody really knows for sure. According to what our instructor said, it has something to do with the body deteriorating. When the heart stops beating and the brain ceases to function, the body turns into powder. This powder then forms a crystal which is what we use today on our machines, magic enhancers, weapons, assists, and so forth.”

“So……is that why we couldn’t save Kemo?”

“Dana, please don’t bring him up. I still grieve over his death from time to time.”

She frowned with a sad look. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were still upset about him.”

I frowned with a sad look as well. “He was a good familiar, a wonderful Saber. I’ll never have a guy like him again. Look, let’s focus what we have to do here; we’ll talk about this later.” I said, pointing with my sword into the corridor.

“Right, let’s keep moving.”

We continued walking until we reached a cold metal door. We grabbed the hooks on it, and it made a loud creaking sound which echoed throughout the cave as we slowly pulled it open. This new room before us was filled with coffins that were covered in spider webs, and some had blood seeping out. It was dead silent, and you could hear a pebble drop. We began to get scared a little, but knew we had to push forward. We slowly stepped into the room, walking in the direction where the room was turning a corner to the right. Suddenly out of nowhere, a large holographic image appeared in the middle of the room which what looked to be a vampire laughing with fangs, and holding a sharp blade. Because we saw this moving image appear with no sound, we almost shat bricks. We jumped backwards with chills running down our spines, and we had goose bumps that tingled throughout our body.

“What the FUCK was that!!??” I said, with a look of fright and shaking at the sword.

Dana covered her mouth and widened her eyes in shock. “I……I don’t know!!”

We ran back towards the metal door, and it automatically closed and made a clicking sound. We grabbed the handles and pulled with all our might and the door would not open.

“Oh shit, we’re fucked!!” I said, while we were pounding and pulling on the door.

Suddenly, we heard some noises behind us and turned around. Some of the coffin lids slowly slid open, and we saw some feminine dark blue arms and hands reach out. One by one, several monsters crawled out whom we were unable to identify, but they sort of looked like vampires. They were all females with fangs, dark blue skin, long green hair, red nails, were tall, and had bodies built like goddesses. They were all nude, and had three size J breasts with dark purple nipples that were about the size of pancakes, and hairy jungle-like blue cunts. A few did not have a vagina, but had large, wide, and thick twelve inch penises with four large testicles that were about the size of crystal balls. After they all crawled out and hopped onto the cement floor, they started to walk towards us.

I took a stance with my sword, readying a charge-spin attack while Dana began casting Wall and Protect spells on herself. My charge was taking longer than expected, and all of them began to use their Charm move on me at once. There were too many using that same move, and because I am a male, it worked very well. One squeezed her breasts and moaned at me, while the other winked and used sign language with her finger in a “come here” fashion. The other grabbed her big dick and began stroking it; while the other fondled her big testicles like they were rocks in a sack; and the others stuck their fingers inside each other’s vaginas. This was all too much for me, and I became extremely weak. I dropped my sword and big shield, and they clanked as they hit the stone floor. I began to walk towards them in a trance, and I was so damn horny that I wanted to fuck their brains out hard.

Dana raised her staff in the air, and cast her Holy spell “Josh, no! Don’t fall for it!”

A giant white ball emitted from her staff, floated up towards the room, and then exploded. The white mass covered the monsters and began to burn them, but this wasn’t strong enough, and it pissed them off. While I was still in trance, they ran towards Dana and jumped her. White Mages do not have good defense, so she was wide open for attacks without my help. The monsters began clawing at her, biting, and punching her in the face. She tried hitting them with her staff, but it did minimal damage. She also tried casting Cure spells on herself, but her wounds did not heal as fast as her attackers. One monster grabbed her from behind, and she was struggling to get loose. The others began to bite and claw at her, and she started to get beaten up badly, and lose blood.

I stood there, still dazed, and watching my sister get attacked. I began removing my armor, and I dropped everything onto the ground until I was in my underwear. They tore her clothes off, exposing herself in her panties and bra. One monster took its hand, and placed it against Dana’s heart with an evil smile. Dana’s eyes widened while the other monster still held her arms, and the other ones held her legs. The monster pressed her fingers at Dana’s heart, and she looked down in worry. The pressure was getting intense, and she began to scream in horror. The monster’s fingers slowly dug into her chest, drawing blood out. Dana squint her eyes and screamed in agony while the cold fingers continued to burrow into her chest.

The fingers slowly sunk into Dana’s chest, and she began breathing fast and watched with a shocked look in her eyes. Blood began to pour out of her chest as the monster grinned and enjoyed every moment of it. Its fingers sunk down further and Dana was in excruciating pain that was unbearable, and her loud yells echoed off the walls in the dungeons. It finally grabbed her heart, and with maximum force, the monster ripped it right out of her chest! Blood and gore splashed all over them while the monster roared loud, and Dana was in so much pain that she was absolutely speechless.

“Si……sis……” I said, holding my right arm out, and shaking.

The monster smiled, holding Dana’s throbbing heart in its hand. She went into an absolute intensified shock seeing that her own heart was ripped out, and her eyes were filled with a look so terrified that our own mother would have cats. The monsters roared while Dana started to become unconscious, and her eyes slowly fluttered, and then fully shut. The monster tossed her heart on the ground while the other ones discarded her body like a rag doll. My sister lied on the ground with lots of blood flowing from her, and she was now dead.

Still under this dreaded Charm move they all used on me, I pulled down my underwear, and I was fully nude in front of all of them. They all walked towards me with breasts bouncing, dicks swaying, and sexy plump asses shifting left and right. One of the monsters lied on the ground face up, and spread her thick legs open eagle. Without hesitation, I quickly climbed on top of her, grabbed my dick, and pushed it inside her vagina. I was planning on saving my virginity for my future wife, but I realized this wasn’t entirely my fault. There has been countless stories of adventurers that lost their virginity to these monsters, because seduction was one of their primary attacks. The entrance of her purple colored pussy lips split open while my Caucasian dick sunk down into her. I moaned when it began sinking, and she moaned as well. She put her legs and feet on top of my back, and wrapped her arms around me.

I began to penetrate the monster and pump my dick into her like no tomorrow with her ass in the air. Both of us moaned again in pleasure, and began having sex. My body was moving up and down on hers while the soles of her feet could be seen resting on my back, and our bodies constantly made a thumping noise as they landed towards the dirty cement floor. The other monster with the huge dick came behind me, and positioned it at the entrance of my anus. She pushed it in without hesitation, and I moaned heavily with my mouth dropping open while her big dick slid fast right inside me. I felt my anus get split open like a knife entering a fruit, and my nerves shot straight from my rectum to my penis, causing it to be more stiff, and feeling more stimulated. She began to penetrate and pound me, shifting her body against mine while I shifted my body against the other one I was fucking.

The other monster with a big dick got in front of us, and opened my mouth with her fingers. She positioned her dick against my mouth, and pushed it inside. The head of her dick popped right in, and then she sank it deep down into my throat. She penetrated my mouth by shifting her body towards mine, and I sucked her wide and thick dick. I made a slurping sound while I sucked her off, and I was not ashamed one bit. Kids at my school had a thing for teasing guys that liked dicks, but I didn’t care since I was getting railed in a faraway cave. My eyes rolled back in very extreme pleasure while this was all going on. The other two monsters with vaginas came to the sides of us, and knelt down. They grabbed both my hands, and shoved my fingers inside their vaginas. My fingers started to get wet while I stroked them, feeling the nice and warm forbidden fluid that came straight from the underworld.

All at the same time, I was pumping the one monster’s pussy with my dick sliding in and out of her, and my head resting on all three of her gigantic purple breasts; the other one was literally pounding my ass like no tomorrow with her big thick and wide dick while her three giant purple breasts were flopping back and forth, and her four huge testicles were smacking against my ass; the other one was deep-throating me with her big meat; and I was fingering the other two’s cunts. A manly moan could be heard with several other feminine monstrous moans, and roars all at the same time. All of these unholy things were completely violating my temple body, and it was such a shock seeing a religious guy get corrupted by these female demons. It was like I was an angel, and they were tearing my feathers off, piece by piece.

I felt my orgasm beginning to pick up, and the others were feeling it as well. I was breathing and panting hard while the monsters did the same, and the one I was fucking dug her nails into my back with ecstasy while the one behind me dug hers into my ass. Moments later, I gasped and my eyes widened while I thrust my dick deep into the monster and held that position. Her ass was still in the air, and her legs and feet were still resting on my back. The soles of her feet could still be seen resting on me, and they were reaching for the stars. I let out a loud moan that echoed through the dungeon, and she let out a loud moan that did the same. Cum literally blasted out of my dick like a goddess damn canon, and splashed inside her pussy, against her walls, and down her tunnels. My sperm swam deep inside the depths of her canals, and one of them successfully entered her egg. Can humans breed with these horrid things? If she got pregnant, who knows what the kid would be like?

The monster behind me thrust her pelvis against my ass holding that position, and her dick slid all the way inside my anus hitting the end of my rectum. She let out a loud roar that echoed throughout the dungeon, and she blasted her hot glowing green cum that splashed deep down into my rectum. I felt her juice splash against the walls, and against the end point. The monster with her dick in my mouth slammed it all the way forward to where her testicle sack flopped once against my chin. She shot inside, and I felt her sticky green goo race into my mouth, and down my throat. It was a hot temperature as well, and very thick. I was in so much pleasure that words could not describe how good it felt. If a man walked in with a briefcase and offered me five-thousand gold to end this, I would turn it down instantly.

The two monsters I was fingering moaned and flicked their heads back, and they shot gushes of their green and watery vaginal fluid onto both of my hands. My mouth and eyes were still wide, and I was locked in some frozen pose. Not because the sex was great, no, I just realized something. These monsters were not vampires; they were succubus, and my soul was stolen! I collapsed with my eyes closed on top of the succubus I was fucking, and she pulled her body back, causing my dick to slide out of her pussy. It slid all the way out, and a stream of my white colored cum was connected from her vagina to the tip of my dick. She got up off the ground, bending her long legs, and then stood up. My body fell towards the hard concrete floor, still motionless.

The succubus behind me pulled out from my anus, and a stream of hot glowing green cum was connected from my anal entrance to the tip of her dick. After the stream slowly fell towards the ground, a large amount of her cum came out of my anal entrance, dripped fast down my crotch, and onto the cement ground. The cum that landed on the floor had hot steam coming from it, but it wasn't hot enough to injure someone's internal or external body parts. She knelt down on her knees watching this while cum droplets continued to flow from the entrance of her dick, and onto the ground with steam as well before she stood up. The succubus with her dick in my mouth pulled all the way out, and a stream of green cum was connected from my mouth to the tip of her dick. After this stream fell slowly towards the ground, cum began to ooze from her dick while some oozed out of my mouth, and onto the ground as well. Steam also came from these cum droplets, and puddles of green ooze could now be seen on the cement floor. With my hands falling towards the ground, the succubuses left their vaginal discharge covered in it.

One of the succubuses with the male parts knelt down at my body, and she began to cut open her testicle sack with her red fingernail. She slit it all the way across, and four of her big testicle balls fell out and bounced onto the floor. Her sack bled, and her balls were lime color, soft, and shiny. She placed one of the balls into my mouth, and then placed both of her hands on my jaw. Very quickly, she shut my jaw and my teeth smashed right through the ball, causing it to explode while the green juice inside of it splashed all over my mouth. She picked up the other two balls and squeezed them as well, causing them to explode with green juice that sprayed all over us like new year's confetti. The last testicle ball rolled away in the distance.

They walked off into the dungeon and disappeared into the dark with their plump asses shifting left and right, and their long dicks dangling below. My sister and I lied motionless on the ground; she was dead with torn clothes; and I was in KO status. She had blood flowing from her chest through the cracks, and I was filled with hot green unholy juice. It looked like it was curtains for us, and we now only had about 24 hours to get revived, or our bodies would turn into crystals.

Annihilated…

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Chapter II: Friend’s Help

She yawned and rubbed her eyes after a long nap. “Wow that was a good rest for me. Hopefully now with my energy restored, I can get this stupid cork off.”

After rubbing, she gazed behind the glass and saw our bodies on the ground, then gasped. “Oh my goodness! What happened here!? Did this seriously all happen while I was asleep!?”

“HEY YOU!! WAKE UP!!” She said, pounding on the glass.

“It’s no use, they can’t hear me. I have to get this thing off.” She said, looking at it.

She took several steps back, ran full speed, jumped and performed a somersault several times, and then kicked the cork hard with her feet. It flew off into the air, and landed on the ground.

“Whew, I’m glad that’s over.” She said, after floating upwards and resting her arms on the lid.

She floated in the air towards our bodies, and dug her hand in her satchel. “I only have enough to revive this dude here. He looks stronger than her, so I better use this on him. He’ll know what to do.”

A large amount of powder sprinkled from her hand and onto my body. This sand glowed as it fell towards me, and she flew towards the cave’s entrance. “Good luck, kid.”

My soul re-entered my body, and I slowly began to open my eyes. I saw that my body was floating above the ground, and I wasn’t sure how this happened, but it seemed that I was revived! How did this happen!? Whatever or whoever it was, it was all a stroke of luck. However, all was still not well. I took notice that Dana was still dead, and I ran towards her. She was a total mess with blood covering her white cloak and flowing through the cement cracks, her heart and staff on the ground, and her cold deceased body.

“Oh my goddess, this is bad. I have to get her to Kathia, right away.” I said, kneeling down and hold her in my arms.

I ran fast towards the cave entrance with her body, heart, and all our belongings. Our Chocobos were still asleep, so I woke them up. I lifted her body onto her mount, and tied her down with rope. I got onto my mount, and then we both took off in haste. Our Chocobos squerked as we rode off into the night.

We arrived at Kathia’s house, which was a cabin located far away in the western hemisphere of our continent, and the furthest away from any towns. It was a nice place with a ticking clock, fire burning in the furnace, book shelves, cooking pot, wooden table, chairs, and downstairs basement. It was night time, and crickets were chirping along with wolves howling every now and then. I sat on her cozy chair while Dana lied on the bed still deceased and motionless, and Kathia was sitting down at her table. Kathia was a good friend of ours that was a Black Mage, and was also skilled in white magic and other magic. She would always help us when we were in trouble, and we knew her for many years. She is 37 years old with brunette hair; blue eyes; slender looking; Caucasian skin; has plump size C breasts; and occasionally wears a black robe.

Kathia leaned her arm on the table. “So um, tell me, how did this happen?”

“We were attacked by a group of succubuses, and they killed both of us.” I said.

“Why is it that you’re still alive, but she isn’t?”

“I have absolutely no idea, but someone in the cave must have used a revival spell or a Phoenix Down on me. Perhaps they didn’t have enough to revive her as well?”

“Sounds to me like someone dropped an item in the cave, and it used itself on you.”

“How can an item use itself on me? Come on……..”

Kathia smiled. “There are some that can actually, they didn’t teach you that in magic school, eh?”

I smiled back. “Guess I missed that part somehow.”

Kathia began to go through her books on the shelf. “Those damn succubuses are a nuisance in this region. The government is supposedly trying to raise funds to get these things under control, but who knows. Sometimes I think they’re too stingy to take care of these types of situations.”

I slouched back in the chair. “Yeah, I know. There is suspicion that they are camping in groups near caves to gang up on low level adventurers.”

“Did you see that incident on the news about the family that was attacked at Helga?”

“The one with general Gustard? That guy is cool. I love his gold armor, and his fire sword.”

“Yeah. A swarm of them attacked him and his men, a few were injured, and two killed. These were red succubuses, and they’re way more nasty than the blue ones.”

“How are they worse?”

“They’re more powerful, they fly and shoot fire. They also do sexual acts to you that are way more bizarre than the blue ones.”

“Explain.”

Kathia briefly stopped what she was doing for a moment, and turned her head at me. “Come on, you want me to actually explain what they do!?”

“Well….yeah, I’m just curious……that’s all.”

“Do you like your guts being torn out of your stomach and then watch them get shoved inside several vaginas? How about a dick so long that it rips through your ass, into your body, and comes right out of your mouth? You know the part in your rectum that turns food into waste? Yeah, they rip all through your colon and into your stomach. You die of internal bleeding, and the pain is the worse in the world.”

My eyes widened large and round like crystal balls. “Holy motherfucking shit-fire!! That’s scary!!!”

“Yeah, Zorn is one sick bastard, and we’ll all be glad when he’s gone. Don’t worry; you’re not a high enough level to fight them. If the blue ones got you, you won’t be able to tackle them.” She said, looking back at her books.

I continued to rest on the warm soft chair while Kathia continued to go search for a cure. She sat down at her table, and began opening a book and going through it. I closed my eyes and kicked my feet up on the cushion while my sister continued to lie on the bed. Kathia took a cloth off her crystal ball, and began speaking to a male warlock. I eventually dozed off into sleep.

I awoke later, and I turned to see that Kathia was reading a book.

“Alright, I found a cure.” She said, standing up.

“Alright, what do we have to do?”

She walked slowly towards the window, and looked out. We both could see that the sky was getting less dark.

“…….There is one way to save your sister, and there’s only so much time…..” She sighed. “Let me ask you this…..are you willing to do anything to save your sister?”

“Yes! Of course! I love her very much!” I said, watching Kathia at the window.

“……And……is your love going to extend to that point?”

“What is going on here? What did you find!?”

Kathia slowly walked over towards me in the middle of the room where her wooden table and bench were.
“There is only one cure that exists for heart-rip because it's decapitation, and regular reviving items only work on KO’s. It is…….” A moment passed, and she glanced towards the ground. “Penetration.”

“…….What?……….What the hell kind of sick cure is that?”

“Don’t ask me, I’m not the one that invented the cures for these injuries. Go ask Cid, AKA ‘Mr. Zoink;’ he’s a complete nutcase for his discoveries and inventions.”

“So you mean to tell me the cure is that some dude has to bang her dead corpse?”

“Yes. How it works is that the love and energy flows through the bodies and spirits, allowing the heart to pump again. This energy is formed from the Mana within every living thing that is born in this world. This spell works with the Mana within you.”

“Hmmm, that’s interesting, but a little messed up. We need to go get someone.”

“We are out here in the middle of nowhere, and neither of your Chocobos or any Airship will get us someone back in time. Her body will become a crystal before you are able to arrive back.”

“Is there a teleportation spell?”

She chuckled. “Are you kidding me? We are in the Dark Ages, you think we have discovered that yet? Try waiting a few hundred years.”

“Yeah, we have the technology to build ships that fly, but not the resources for a mythological spell.”

“Airships are powered by Mana and fuel, which was not that complicated to figure out from the start. Spells require a lot of science, crafting, testing, writing, practicing, and research. This is because the spells have to sync with the inner Manas, which were created by the goddesses of this planet.”

“Well, what do we do then?”

“You’re the only male that’s close enough. You have to do it.”

My mouth dropped open, and I looked at Kathia in shock and disbelief.

“………Wait…….wait………wait a second. Are you saying that I need to sleep with my own sister!?”

“Yes. If you love her as much as you said you did, you will need to do this to save her.”

“Are you absolutely INSANE!? You want me to commit the act of necrophilia AND incest!? Are you kidding me!?”

“You IDIOT!!” She said, slamming her fist on the table. “THIS is your sister, and she’s counting on you to save her! If you are a real man, you would save her regardless of how ‘gross’ you think It is.”

“That’s not just it. Do you realize that something like this is heavily frowned upon in our land? Hell, they’d send me to the guillotine! Plus, this is just wrong in general.”

“Do you think I love communicating to those damn arrogant guards!? I don’t give two shits about them; and they are corrupt with the entire fucking government system. Also, who are you to say it’s wrong? Are you the new prophet?

“This just seems so sudden and bizarre………the goddesses…..my parents…..”

“Put all that stuff behind you for now. If you don’t do this, you will not have a sister when the sun breaks. You want to be a true brother to her? Then do it!”

I looked at my sister that was still lying on the bed with dried blood on her white cloak, and her eyes silently closed. Memories began to run through my mind of our relationship. I had a memory of us at the park of me pushing her down a log slide, and then another memory of us at a festival where I bought her an ice cream cone.

I clenched my fist, and then looked at Kathia. “Alright, I’ll do it.”

She smiled. “Good, I’m glad that you made that decision. I’m sorry I’ve been harsh with you, but I’m all for family looking out for each other.”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s fine.”

“Here, look, I will watch you guys to make sure that nothing backfires.”

“Ok, thanks.”

I began taking my armor off, dropping my sword, shield, and everything else onto the floor. I was now standing in my underwear, and then I looked at Kathia.

“This is a little embarrassing.” I said.

“It’s ok. I’m like a sister to you; I’m just watching to make sure you’re safe.”

“Ok.” I said, as I slipped my underwear to the floor, revealing my penis and ass in her view. Kathia took off Dana’s cloak, revealing herself in her bra and panties. She took those off as well, and I now was able to see her small B32 sized breasts, and her black hairy cunt. It has been a long time since I’ve seen my sister naked, and this wasn’t the first time. The first time I saw her nude was when she was 13, and I was 18. She was undressing in her room with her door cracked, and I looked inside. Not because I was perverted, it was just that I never saw her nude before, and was just curious. It was a brother-sister thing.
I walked over to Dana’s body, and crawled onto the bed at her feet. I spread her legs apart, and then moved closer to her.

“My penis is still not erected.” I said, looking at Kathia with a slightly sad face.

“Are you kidding me? Come on, you men will chase after anything with two legs.”

Kathia grabbed a book from the table, and then opened it. The title on the cover read Spells and Remedies for Both Genders. She began flipping through the pages.

“So let me ask, have thoughts ever crossed your mind about fucking your own sister? Come on, I know it has. All you men think sexually about every woman you see.” She said, going through the book.

I sat quietly and let her continue speaking. This was because I knew she was just trying to help me get aroused so I could get an erection.

Kathia stopped flipping pages. “No thought has ever crossed you mind? You both were born into this world from your mother’s womb, and your father’s testicles. You were both destined to be together, and she is your soul mate. If you parents didn’t have unprotected sex that night, you wouldn’t be with this woman.”

I suddenly had a flashback after she spoke. It was years ago when I was very young, and I walked past my parent's bedroom. The door was cracked, and both of their bodies were moving in rhythm. My Dad was moving back and forth against my Mom, and her legs were in the air with her soles resting on his shoulders. They were moaning sharply and loudly while the bed frame was smacking against the wall, and the springs were creaking repetitively. I stood there watching with absolutely no clue of why they were doing this. My face was full of wonder and surprise, and the flashback ended.

Suddenly, my dick started to grow. What she was doing was working. She was trying to tap into my sub consciousness to get me aroused enough in order to have sexual intercourse with Dana.

“Do you want to get inside your sister? You both share the same flesh and blood, and she is the female copy of you in younger form.” She said.

My dick began to erect further! It was starting to get stiff!

“Once you penetrate her, you will moan and shoot inside her. Thus, your seed will enter her egg, and you will create more copies of yourself.” She said.

My dick got very hard, and Kathia was almost hypnotizing me with her words. I crawled fast next to Dana, and brought her body on top of mine. The feeling of incest didn’t seem to gross me out for some reason, and I was turning a new leaf. In fact, the thought of incest was starting to turn me on. I was breathing heavily, and I grabbed her ass and positioned my dick behind the crack of her small petite cheeks.

“…..Kathia….get the mirror…..quick. Put it at the foot of the bed.” I said.

Kathia rolled the mirror from the corner of the room and placed it at the foot of the bed. In the mirror, I could now see both of our bodies with her ass, and my dick facing the mirror. I did this because I wanted to help myself get stimulated to the fullest extent. I slowly spread her cheeks apart, revealing her tiny vagina. My dick became even harder when I saw this, so I positioned it at the entrance of her pussy, and continued breathing hard. The head of my dick was slightly tugged against the lips of her vagina, and I was spacing out in disbelief as I saw this. Dana’s cold motionless corpse rested on top of me, and her eyes were totally shut.

“My my…..what a pervert you are. Remember, it’s not incest until you pop that inside!!”

Kathia was definitely toying with me, but in a good way. A small amount of pre-cum began to form at the tip of my dick, and it was as hard as the Excalibur. I couldn’t believe I was doing something this ludicrous. I’ve seen men get their heads sliced off in war; dragons eating people alive; people burned while hung; vampies that walk the night; and zombies that roam the land. I’ve seen so much atrocious things in this country, but I’d never thought I’d see the day where I had to literally fuck my own sister, let alone her corpse.
I gripped her cold lifeless cheeks with both my hands, and Kathia continued smiling. “Ah, you’ve decided to commit the act of incest and necrophilia.” She said, and then came over to the foot of the bed to get closer to the scene.

“Look, it’s going to go in!” Gasped Kathia. “It’s not incest yet!” She said, in a hushed tone.

A tiny moment passed, and silence filled the room while we both stared at all of us in the mirror. The only noise that we could hear was the fire burning in the furnace, my breathing, and the clock ticking.

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Chapter III: Unspeakable Cure

Still with this silence in the room, I slowly pushed Dana’s ass downwards, and we saw her deceased unused pussy lips split open as the head of my dick slowly entered. I let out a long yell in shock, watching with my eyes widened, and her pussy slowly sliding down my hard dick. “HOLY SHIT!! OH MY GODDESS!!! OH MY GODDESS!!!! OH MY GODDESS!!!” I said.

Kathia’s face turned from a smile into grin. “IT’S OFFICIALLY INCEST AND NECROPHILIA, BABY!!! YOUR DICK IS SLIDING ALL THE WAY INSIDE HER!”

My dick finally sunk all the way up inside her, and I moaned loud. I gasped and watched the horror within the mirror, and couldn’t believe my dick fully entered my own sister! Waves of pleasure began to shoot through my body after realizing I had actually entered a woman's corpse. Still gripping her ass, I began to penetrate her by pushing my dick inside, then pulling out at a steady pace. We heard a slight gushing noise, and the feeling was very intense. I wanted to see how her tiny tits would feel, so I slid my hands from her ass to her breasts, and grabbed them. I got more stimulated, so my pelvis began to smack against her ass while I saw her cheeks rippling in the mirror.

“Kathia…..I think I’m falling in love with my own sister. What have you done to me? You’re an awful witch for making me fall in love with my sibling.” I panted, with my eyes rolled back.

“Well, that’s a good thing. Maybe now you’ll have to move out of this area to one where incest is legal. Then you can have kids and get married.” She said.

“Oh Dana, you feel so nice and warm inside! Wake up, and be with me forever!”

Kathia raised her hands and arms in the air. “Goddesses, I call upon you. Although these two are siblings, may there be a long and happy life ahead of them. May you give them a beautiful marriage with children, and keep them from society’s harm and negativity. I ask you that you heal Dana, Josh’s sister, so that she can awake and live the life she once did. Breathe your winds into her lungs; let this woman walk the earth again!!”

All of a sudden, a stream of glowing orange sparkles came from the sky and through the window of the cabin. It flowed into the room, and slowly began hovering around both of us in a circular fashion. Our bodies slowly began floating above the bed while Kathia continued to chant words. While this was happening, I was nearing peak climax, and was about to hit an orgasm. With several more pushes, I thrust all the way in my sister and locked this position. I moaned while a gigantic load of cum splashed out of my dick like Leviathan’s tsunami wave. The reason why my semen amount was so large was because I acknowledged that I was not just fucking an ordinary woman, but my sister, and a lifeless corpse. My sperm traveled deep down into her tunnels, and one successfully entered her lifeless egg that was not functioning, because she was still deceased. The glowing sparkles continued floating around us, and then went inside my sister’s body. Her heart began to pump again, and magic filled the air, giving us both a sense of relief and happiness.

“Yeah! Its working!” I said, with a smile.

“Josh, I knew you could do it! I’m glad we saved her!” Said Kathia.

After the last of the sparkles flew inside her, we discontinued floating, and fell onto the bed. Dana slowly opened her eyes, and we stood there in excitement. Her vision was blurry for a moment, and she raised herself off of me, and sat up on the bed.

“Where…..where am I?…..” Said Dana, looking at us confused.

“Dana!! You’re OK!” I said, getting up and hugging her tight.

Dana looked at me. “What just happened to me?”

“You and I were killed by a group of succubuses. Someone in the cave revived me, and I ran here with your body.”

Dana smiled. “WOW, really!? Oh, I’m so glad we’re not dead! I was very scared there for a second!” She said, with worry.

Dana hugged me back, and I rested my head on her shoulder.

“Here, you both need something to cover yourselves. The succubuses took your clothes off when they attacked you.” Said Kathia, winking at me, and handing us some clothes.

We both sat on the couch while Kathia began to cook us some soup. The sun finally rose up above the land, and the birds outside began to chirp. We were very hungry, and both of us sighed and relaxed.

Time passed, and I stood on a hill wearing my paladin armor, and looked down far away into the distance. I could see the castle on the large lake’s horizon, and it was just beautiful as ever. A dragon flew in the distance over the lake, and it flapped its large wings as it passed me on the hill. I opened my satchel and pulled a locket out that had a chain attached to it. I opened it, and looked at the photo of Dana hugging me when she was seven, and I was twelve. We both were smiling in the picture, and a song with a music box melody played called Far away words. A deep sadness filled inside me, and I collapsed on the grass, and on my knees. Tears filled my eyes and they dropped onto the grass, and I sobbed in pain and heartache.

I asked Dana if she would be mine, and she accepted. Birds flew over the hill as I lied on the grass, and the dragon continued circling the lake.

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Final Fantasy XXX: Reviving My Sister's Corpse (Text Fix) -_-

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Final Fantasy XXX: Reviving My Sister’s Corpse

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Chapter I: Duo quest

“Josh, I’m a bit scared. Are you sure it was a good idea to come here without backup?” Said Dana, my biological sister.

“This is supposed to be a duo quest. Asking for backup would be a little humiliating.” I said.

We had arrived at the dark cave after a long travel from town, and our Chocobos were resting at the entrance next to the spooky sign. I was equipped with my silver Paladin armor, giant shield with a goddess on it, and sword in sheath. She had her White Mage cloak and staff with a crystal ball at the end, along with a small sack of healing items. I am 21, 6ft.2, bulky, Caucasian skinned with black hair and brown eyes; and Dana is 16, 5ft.1, petite, size 32B breasts, Caucasian skinned with short black hair and brown eyes.

Dana pointed to the sign which had a picture of a creepy smiling ghost, and words that looked like it was texted in blood. ”Look, that gives me the chills.”

“Those who enter will never see the light of dawn.” I said, reading the sign. “Come on, these signs are just used to scare us. Don’t let the enemy fool you.”

Dana gripped her staff tightly, and then looked at me. “Alright, just make sure you have my back.”

“Let’s do this.” I said, pointing into the cave with my silver gauntlets.

We both entered and began to walk down the dark corridor which had torches on the walls. The cave had a stone brick pattern which covered the walls and the floor. My footsteps were making a clinking noise while Dana’s were making small pit-pats. She glanced behind to briefly take one last look at our Chocobos that were now napping. I pulled out my sword from my sheath and held it in my right hand, looking upwards and all around, making sure that nothing would take us by surprise. Dana held her staff in both hands, while she looked around as well.

A moment passed and we looked up at the ceiling, seeing several pink bats with purple wings hanging upside down. I pushed my finger against my mouth making a hush sign while we began to step lightly. Dana’s foot half-stepped on a rock that squeezed out and repelled into a small ditch with water at the bottom. It made a small splashing noise, and the bats began to open their white eyes at us. They opened their wings and swooped down making screeching noises, and opening their fangs. I began to swing my sword at them in fashion, vertical and horizontally.

They were moving fast, head-butting and biting us, so I landed a few hits with my sword cutting right through them, and they shrieked and fell towards the ground. Dana shot small white balls of light from her staff which blinded them, causing them to miss a lot. Occasionally, she would whack a bat on its head with her staff when she had a chance, conserving magic. We continued to do this until they all died, and we plucked their wings and stored them in a bag for crafting.

“See? That was easy. The enemies in here probably aren’t that hard.” I said.

“A-huh. Well if they are, I have my Flee spell which will help us.” She said, continuing to put wings into her sack.

I looked at Dana and put the last of the wings into her bag. “When did you get that spell? I thought you weren’t experienced enough to use that yet.”

She looked at me and zipped up her bag. “I’ve been practicing with Carol every morning. She helped me train enough so I would be able to use it, then I bought the spell book at the general store.”

I smiled and began walking. “I’m glad that you are able to use that spell now, because it will be a lot less risky from now on.”

“Same here.” She said, smiling and beginning to walk as well.

“You almost scared me to death that one time when you got killed by that Evil Cloud.”

“I hate those damn things. They can paralyze you which make you unable to perform attacks.”

“Yeah, that lightning shit they do is annoying…….”

“They have a smiley face too, which just pisses you off more. Hey Josh, I have a question. Why is it that when someone dies, they only have so much time to revive?”

“Nobody really knows for sure. According to what our instructor said, it has something to do with the body deteriorating. When the heart stops beating and the brain ceases to function, the body turns into powder. This powder then forms a crystal which is what we use today on our machines, magic enhancers, weapons, assists, and so forth.”

“So……is that why we couldn’t save Kemo?”

“Dana, please don’t bring him up. I still grieve over his death from time to time.”

She frowned with a sad look. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were still upset about him.”

I frowned with a sad look as well. “He was a good familiar, a wonderful Saber. I’ll never have a guy like him again. Look, let’s focus what we have to do here; we’ll talk about this later.” I said, pointing with my sword into the corridor.

“Right, let’s keep moving.”

We continued walking until we reached a cold metal door. We grabbed the hooks on it, and it made a loud creaking sound which echoed throughout the cave as we slowly pulled it open. This new room before us was filled with coffins that were covered in spider webs, and some had blood seeping out. It was dead silent, and you could hear a pebble drop. We began to get scared a little, but knew we had to push forward. We slowly stepped into the room, walking in the direction where the room was turning a corner to the right. Suddenly out of nowhere, a large holographic image appeared in the middle of the room which what looked to be a vampire laughing with fangs, and holding a sharp blade. Because we saw this moving image appear with no sound, we almost shat bricks. We jumped backwards with chills running down our spines, and we had goose bumps that tingled throughout our body.

“What the FUCK was that!!??” I said, with a look of fright and shaking at the sword.

Dana covered her mouth and widened her eyes in shock. “I……I don’t know!!”

We ran back towards the metal door, and it automatically closed and made a clicking sound. We grabbed the handles and pulled with all our might and the door would not open.

“Oh shit, we’re fucked!!” I said, while we were pounding and pulling on the door.

Suddenly, we heard some noises behind us and turned around. Some of the coffin lids slowly slid open, and we saw some feminine dark blue arms and hands reach out. One by one, several monsters crawled out whom we were unable to identify, but they sort of looked like vampires. They were all females with fangs, dark blue skin, long green hair, red nails, were tall, and had bodies built like goddesses. They were all nude, and had three size J breasts with dark purple nipples that were about the size of pancakes, and hairy jungle-like blue cunts. A few did not have a vagina, but had large, wide, and thick twelve inch penises with four large testicles that were about the size of crystal balls. After they all crawled out and hopped onto the cement floor, they started to walk towards us.

I took a stance with my sword, readying a charge-spin attack while Dana began casting Wall and Protect spells on herself. My charge was taking longer than expected, and all of them began to use their Charm move on me at once. There were too many using that same move, and because I am a male, it worked very well. One squeezed her breasts and moaned at me, while the other winked and used sign language with her finger in a “come here” fashion. The other grabbed her big dick and began stroking it; while the other fondled her big testicles like they were rocks in a sack; and the others stuck their fingers inside each other’s vaginas. This was all too much for me, and I became extremely weak. I dropped my sword and big shield, and they clanked as they hit the stone floor. I began to walk towards them in a trance, and I was so damn horny that I wanted to fuck their brains out hard.

Dana raised her staff in the air, and cast her Holy spell “Josh, no! Don’t fall for it!”

A giant white ball emitted from her staff, floated up towards the room, and then exploded. The white mass covered the monsters and began to burn them, but this wasn’t strong enough, and it pissed them off. While I was still in trance, they ran towards Dana and jumped her. White Mages do not have good defense, so she was wide open for attacks without my help. The monsters began clawing at her, biting, and punching her in the face. She tried hitting them with her staff, but it did minimal damage. She also tried casting Cure spells on herself, but her wounds did not heal as fast as her attackers. One monster grabbed her from behind, and she was struggling to get loose. The others began to bite and claw at her, and she started to get beaten up badly, and lose blood.

I stood there, still dazed, and watching my sister get attacked. I began removing my armor, and I dropped everything onto the ground until I was in my underwear. They tore her clothes off, exposing herself in her panties and bra. One monster took its hand, and placed it against Dana’s heart with an evil smile. Dana’s eyes widened while the other monster still held her arms, and the other ones held her legs. The monster pressed her fingers at Dana’s heart, and she looked down in worry. The pressure was getting intense, and she began to scream in horror. The monster’s fingers slowly dug into her chest, drawing blood out. Dana squint her eyes and screamed in agony while the cold fingers continued to burrow into her chest.

The fingers slowly sunk into Dana’s chest, and she began breathing fast and watched with a shocked look in her eyes. Blood began to pour out of her chest as the monster grinned and enjoyed every moment of it. Its fingers sunk down further and Dana was in excruciating pain that was unbearable, and her loud yells echoed off the walls in the dungeons. It finally grabbed her heart, and with maximum force, the monster ripped it right out of her chest! Blood and gore splashed all over them while the monster roared loud, and Dana was in so much pain that she was absolutely speechless.

“Si……sis……” I said, holding my right arm out, and shaking.

The monster smiled, holding Dana’s throbbing heart in its hand. She went into an absolute intensified shock seeing that her own heart was ripped out, and her eyes were filled with a look so terrified that our own mother would have cats. The monsters roared while Dana started to become unconscious, and her eyes slowly fluttered, and then fully shut. The monster tossed her heart on the ground while the other ones discarded her body like a rag doll. My sister lied on the ground with lots of blood flowing from her, and she was now dead.

Still under this dreaded Charm move they all used on me, I pulled down my underwear, and I was fully nude in front of all of them. They all walked towards me with breasts bouncing, dicks swaying, and sexy plump asses shifting left and right. One of the monsters lied on the ground face up, and spread her thick legs open eagle. Without hesitation, I quickly climbed on top of her, grabbed my dick, and pushed it inside her vagina. I was planning on saving my virginity for my future wife, but I realized this wasn’t entirely my fault. There has been countless stories of adventurers that lost their virginity to these monsters, because seduction was one of their primary attacks. The entrance of her purple colored pussy lips split open while my Caucasian dick sunk down into her. I moaned when it began sinking, and she moaned as well. She put her legs and feet on top of my back, and wrapped her arms around me.

I began to penetrate the monster and pump my dick into her like no tomorrow with her ass in the air. Both of us moaned again in pleasure, and began having sex. My body was moving up and down on hers while the soles of her feet could be seen resting on my back, and our bodies constantly made a thumping noise as they landed towards the dirty cement floor. The other monster with the huge dick came behind me, and positioned it at the entrance of my anus. She pushed it in without hesitation, and I moaned heavily with my mouth dropping open while her big dick slid fast right inside me. I felt my anus get split open like a knife entering a fruit, and my nerves shot straight from my rectum to my penis, causing it to be more stiff, and feeling more stimulated. She began to penetrate and pound me, shifting her body against mine while I shifted my body against the other one I was fucking.

The other monster with a big dick got in front of us, and opened my mouth with her fingers. She positioned her dick against my mouth, and pushed it inside. The head of her dick popped right in, and then she sank it deep down into my throat. She penetrated my mouth by shifting her body towards mine, and I sucked her wide and thick dick. I made a slurping sound while I sucked her off, and I was not ashamed one bit. Kids at my school had a thing for teasing guys that liked dicks, but I didn’t care since I was getting railed in a faraway cave. My eyes rolled back in very extreme pleasure while this was all going on. The other two monsters with vaginas came to the sides of us, and knelt down. They grabbed both my hands, and shoved my fingers inside their vaginas. My fingers started to get wet while I stroked them, feeling the nice and warm forbidden fluid that came straight from the underworld.

All at the same time, I was pumping the one monster’s pussy with my dick sliding in and out of her, and my head resting on all three of her gigantic purple breasts; the other one was literally pounding my ass like no tomorrow with her big thick and wide dick while her three giant purple breasts were flopping back and forth, and her four huge testicles were smacking against my ass; the other one was deep-throating me with her big meat; and I was fingering the other two’s cunts. A manly moan could be heard with several other feminine monstrous moans, and roars all at the same time. All of these unholy things were completely violating my temple body, and it was such a shock seeing a religious guy get corrupted by these female demons. It was like I was an angel, and they were tearing my feathers off, piece by piece.

I felt my orgasm beginning to pick up, and the others were feeling it as well. I was breathing and panting hard while the monsters did the same, and the one I was fucking dug her nails into my back with ecstasy while the one behind me dug hers into my ass. Moments later, I gasped and my eyes widened while I thrust my dick deep into the monster and held that position. Her ass was still in the air, and her legs and feet were still resting on my back. The soles of her feet could still be seen resting on me, and they were reaching for the stars. I let out a loud moan that echoed through the dungeon, and she let out a loud moan that did the same. Cum literally blasted out of my dick like a goddess damn canon, and splashed inside her pussy, against her walls, and down her tunnels. My sperm swam deep inside the depths of her canals, and one of them successfully entered her egg. Can humans breed with these horrid things? If she got pregnant, who knows what the kid would be like?

The monster behind me thrust her pelvis against my ass holding that position, and her dick slid all the way inside my anus hitting the end of my rectum. She let out a loud roar that echoed throughout the dungeon, and she blasted her hot glowing green cum that splashed deep down into my rectum. I felt her juice splash against the walls, and against the end point. The monster with her dick in my mouth slammed it all the way forward to where her testicle sack flopped once against my chin. She shot inside, and I felt her sticky green goo race into my mouth, and down my throat. It was a hot temperature as well, and very thick. I was in so much pleasure that words could not describe how good it felt. If a man walked in with a briefcase and offered me five-thousand gold to end this, I would turn it down instantly.

The two monsters I was fingering moaned and flicked their heads back, and they shot gushes of their green and watery vaginal fluid onto both of my hands. My mouth and eyes were still wide, and I was locked in some frozen pose. Not because the sex was great, no, I just realized something. These monsters were not vampires; they were succubus, and my soul was stolen! I collapsed with my eyes closed on top of the succubus I was fucking, and she pulled her body back, causing my dick to slide out of her pussy. It slid all the way out, and a stream of my white colored cum was connected from her vagina to the tip of my dick. She got up off the ground, bending her long legs, and then stood up. My body fell towards the hard concrete floor, still motionless.

The succubus behind me pulled out from my anus, and a stream of hot glowing green cum was connected from my anal entrance to the tip of her dick. After the stream slowly fell towards the ground, a large amount of her cum came out of my anal entrance, dripped fast down my crotch, and onto the cement ground. The cum that landed on the floor had hot steam coming from it, but it wasn't hot enough to injure someone's internal or external body parts. She knelt down on her knees watching this while cum droplets continued to flow from the entrance of her dick, and onto the ground with steam as well before she stood up. The succubus with her dick in my mouth pulled all the way out, and a stream of green cum was connected from my mouth to the tip of her dick. After this stream fell slowly towards the ground, cum began to ooze from her dick while some oozed out of my mouth, and onto the ground as well. Steam also came from these cum droplets, and puddles of green ooze could now be seen on the cement floor. With my hands falling towards the ground, the succubuses left their vaginal discharge covered in it.

One of the succubuses with the male parts knelt down at my body, and she began to cut open her testicle sack with her red fingernail. She slit it all the way across, and four of her big testicle balls fell out and bounced onto the floor. Her sack bled, and her balls were lime color, soft, and shiny. She placed one of the balls into my mouth, and then placed both of her hands on my jaw. Very quickly, she shut my jaw and my teeth smashed right through the ball, causing it to explode while the green juice inside of it splashed all over my mouth. She picked up the other two balls and squeezed them as well, causing them to explode with green juice that sprayed all over us like new year's confetti. The last testicle ball rolled away in the distance.

They walked off into the dungeon and disappeared into the dark with their plump asses shifting left and right, and their long dicks dangling below. My sister and I lied motionless on the ground; she was dead with torn clothes; and I was in KO status. She had blood flowing from her chest through the cracks, and I was filled with hot green unholy juice. It looked like it was curtains for us, and we now only had about 24 hours to get revived, or our bodies would turn into crystals.

Annihilated…

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Chapter II: Friend’s Help

She yawned and rubbed her eyes after a long nap. “Wow that was a good rest for me. Hopefully now with my energy restored, I can get this stupid cork off.”

After rubbing, she gazed behind the glass and saw our bodies on the ground, then gasped. “Oh my goodness! What happened here!? Did this seriously all happen while I was asleep!?”

“HEY YOU!! WAKE UP!!” She said, pounding on the glass.

“It’s no use, they can’t hear me. I have to get this thing off.” She said, looking at it.

She took several steps back, ran full speed, jumped and performed a somersault several times, and then kicked the cork hard with her feet. It flew off into the air, and landed on the ground.

“Whew, I’m glad that’s over.” She said, after floating upwards and resting her arms on the lid.

She floated in the air towards our bodies, and dug her hand in her satchel. “I only have enough to revive this dude here. He looks stronger than her, so I better use this on him. He’ll know what to do.”

A large amount of powder sprinkled from her hand and onto my body. This sand glowed as it fell towards me, and she flew towards the cave’s entrance. “Good luck, kid.”

My soul re-entered my body, and I slowly began to open my eyes. I saw that my body was floating above the ground, and I wasn’t sure how this happened, but it seemed that I was revived! How did this happen!? Whatever or whoever it was, it was all a stroke of luck. However, all was still not well. I took notice that Dana was still dead, and I ran towards her. She was a total mess with blood covering her white cloak and flowing through the cement cracks, her heart and staff on the ground, and her cold deceased body.

“Oh my goddess, this is bad. I have to get her to Kathia, right away.” I said, kneeling down and hold her in my arms.

I ran fast towards the cave entrance with her body, heart, and all our belongings. Our Chocobos were still asleep, so I woke them up. I lifted her body onto her mount, and tied her down with rope. I got onto my mount, and then we both took off in haste. Our Chocobos squerked as we rode off into the night.

We arrived at Kathia’s house, which was a cabin located far away in the western hemisphere of our continent, and the furthest away from any towns. It was a nice place with a ticking clock, fire burning in the furnace, book shelves, cooking pot, wooden table, chairs, and downstairs basement. It was night time, and crickets were chirping along with wolves howling every now and then. I sat on her cozy chair while Dana lied on the bed still deceased and motionless, and Kathia was sitting down at her table. Kathia was a good friend of ours that was a Black Mage, and was also skilled in white magic and other magic. She would always help us when we were in trouble, and we knew her for many years. She is 37 years old with brunette hair; blue eyes; slender looking; Caucasian skin; has plump size C breasts; and occasionally wears a black robe.

Kathia leaned her arm on the table. “So um, tell me, how did this happen?”

“We were attacked by a group of succubuses, and they killed both of us.” I said.

“Why is it that you’re still alive, but she isn’t?”

“I have absolutely no idea, but someone in the cave must have used a revival spell or a Phoenix Down on me. Perhaps they didn’t have enough to revive her as well?”

“Sounds to me like someone dropped an item in the cave, and it used itself on you.”

“How can an item use itself on me? Come on……..”

Kathia smiled. “There are some that can actually, they didn’t teach you that in magic school, eh?”

I smiled back. “Guess I missed that part somehow.”

Kathia began to go through her books on the shelf. “Those damn succubuses are a nuisance in this region. The government is supposedly trying to raise funds to get these things under control, but who knows. Sometimes I think they’re too stingy to take care of these types of situations.”

I slouched back in the chair. “Yeah, I know. There is suspicion that they are camping in groups near caves to gang up on low level adventurers.”

“Did you see that incident on the news about the family that was attacked at Helga?”

“The one with general Gustard? That guy is cool. I love his gold armor, and his fire sword.”

“Yeah. A swarm of them attacked him and his men, a few were injured, and two killed. These were red succubuses, and they’re way more nasty than the blue ones.”

“How are they worse?”

“They’re more powerful, they fly and shoot fire. They also do sexual acts to you that are way more bizarre than the blue ones.”

“Explain.”

Kathia briefly stopped what she was doing for a moment, and turned her head at me. “Come on, you want me to actually explain what they do!?”

“Well….yeah, I’m just curious……that’s all.”

“Do you like your guts being torn out of your stomach and then watch them get shoved inside several vaginas? How about a dick so long that it rips through your ass, into your body, and comes right out of your mouth? You know the part in your rectum that turns food into waste? Yeah, they rip all through your colon and into your stomach. You die of internal bleeding, and the pain is the worse in the world.”

My eyes widened large and round like crystal balls. “Holy motherfucking shit-fire!! That’s scary!!!”

“Yeah, Zorn is one sick bastard, and we’ll all be glad when he’s gone. Don’t worry; you’re not a high enough level to fight them. If the blue ones got you, you won’t be able to tackle them.” She said, looking back at her books.

I continued to rest on the warm soft chair while Kathia continued to go search for a cure. She sat down at her table, and began opening a book and going through it. I closed my eyes and kicked my feet up on the cushion while my sister continued to lie on the bed. Kathia took a cloth off her crystal ball, and began speaking to a male warlock. I eventually dozed off into sleep.

I awoke later, and I turned to see that Kathia was reading a book.

“Alright, I found a cure.” She said, standing up.

“Alright, what do we have to do?”

She walked slowly towards the window, and looked out. We both could see that the sky was getting less dark.

“…….There is one way to save your sister, and there’s only so much time…..” She sighed. “Let me ask you this…..are you willing to do anything to save your sister?”

“Yes! Of course! I love her very much!” I said, watching Kathia at the window.

“……And……is your love going to extend to that point?”

“What is going on here? What did you find!?”

Kathia slowly walked over towards me in the middle of the room where her wooden table and bench were.
“There is only one cure that exists for heart-rip because it's decapitation, and regular reviving items only work on KO’s. It is…….” A moment passed, and she glanced towards the ground. “Penetration.”

“…….What?……….What the hell kind of sick cure is that?”

“Don’t ask me, I’m not the one that invented the cures for these injuries. Go ask Cid, AKA ‘Mr. Zoink;’ he’s a complete nutcase for his discoveries and inventions.”

“So you mean to tell me the cure is that some dude has to bang her dead corpse?”

“Yes. How it works is that the love and energy flows through the bodies and spirits, allowing the heart to pump again. This energy is formed from the Mana within every living thing that is born in this world. This spell works with the Mana within you.”

“Hmmm, that’s interesting, but a little messed up. We need to go get someone.”

“We are out here in the middle of nowhere, and neither of your Chocobos or any Airship will get us someone back in time. Her body will become a crystal before you are able to arrive back.”

“Is there a teleportation spell?”

She chuckled. “Are you kidding me? We are in the Dark Ages, you think we have discovered that yet? Try waiting a few hundred years.”

“Yeah, we have the technology to build ships that fly, but not the resources for a mythological spell.”

“Airships are powered by Mana and fuel, which was not that complicated to figure out from the start. Spells require a lot of science, crafting, testing, writing, practicing, and research. This is because the spells have to sync with the inner Manas, which were created by the goddesses of this planet.”

“Well, what do we do then?”

“You’re the only male that’s close enough. You have to do it.”

My mouth dropped open, and I looked at Kathia in shock and disbelief.

“………Wait…….wait………wait a second. Are you saying that I need to sleep with my own sister!?”

“Yes. If you love her as much as you said you did, you will need to do this to save her.”

“Are you absolutely INSANE!? You want me to commit the act of necrophilia AND incest!? Are you kidding me!?”

“You IDIOT!!” She said, slamming her fist on the table. “THIS is your sister, and she’s counting on you to save her! If you are a real man, you would save her regardless of how ‘gross’ you think It is.”

“That’s not just it. Do you realize that something like this is heavily frowned upon in our land? Hell, they’d send me to the guillotine! Plus, this is just wrong in general.”

“Do you think I love communicating to those damn arrogant guards!? I don’t give two shits about them; and they are corrupt with the entire fucking government system. Also, who are you to say it’s wrong? Are you the new prophet?

“This just seems so sudden and bizarre………the goddesses…..my parents…..”

“Put all that stuff behind you for now. If you don’t do this, you will not have a sister when the sun breaks. You want to be a true brother to her? Then do it!”

I looked at my sister that was still lying on the bed with dried blood on her white cloak, and her eyes silently closed. Memories began to run through my mind of our relationship. I had a memory of us at the park of me pushing her down a log slide, and then another memory of us at a festival where I bought her an ice cream cone.

I clenched my fist, and then looked at Kathia. “Alright, I’ll do it.”

She smiled. “Good, I’m glad that you made that decision. I’m sorry I’ve been harsh with you, but I’m all for family looking out for each other.”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s fine.”

“Here, look, I will watch you guys to make sure that nothing backfires.”

“Ok, thanks.”

I began taking my armor off, dropping my sword, shield, and everything else onto the floor. I was now standing in my underwear, and then I looked at Kathia.

“This is a little embarrassing.” I said.

“It’s ok. I’m like a sister to you; I’m just watching to make sure you’re safe.”

“Ok.” I said, as I slipped my underwear to the floor, revealing my penis and ass in her view. Kathia took off Dana’s cloak, revealing herself in her bra and panties. She took those off as well, and I now was able to see her small B32 sized breasts, and her black hairy cunt. It has been a long time since I’ve seen my sister naked, and this wasn’t the first time. The first time I saw her nude was when she was 13, and I was 18. She was undressing in her room with her door cracked, and I looked inside. Not because I was perverted, it was just that I never saw her nude before, and was just curious. It was a brother-sister thing.
I walked over to Dana’s body, and crawled onto the bed at her feet. I spread her legs apart, and then moved closer to her.

“My penis is still not erected.” I said, looking at Kathia with a slightly sad face.

“Are you kidding me? Come on, you men will chase after anything with two legs.”

Kathia grabbed a book from the table, and then opened it. The title on the cover read Spells and Remedies for Both Genders. She began flipping through the pages.

“So let me ask, have thoughts ever crossed your mind about fucking your own sister? Come on, I know it has. All you men think sexually about every woman you see.” She said, going through the book.

I sat quietly and let her continue speaking. This was because I knew she was just trying to help me get aroused so I could get an erection.

Kathia stopped flipping pages. “No thought has ever crossed you mind? You both were born into this world from your mother’s womb, and your father’s testicles. You were both destined to be together, and she is your soul mate. If you parents didn’t have unprotected sex that night, you wouldn’t be with this woman.”

I suddenly had a flashback after she spoke. It was years ago when I was very young, and I walked past my parent's bedroom. The door was cracked, and both of their bodies were moving in rhythm. My Dad was moving back and forth against my Mom, and her legs were in the air with her soles resting on his shoulders. They were moaning sharply and loudly while the bed frame was smacking against the wall, and the springs were creaking repetitively. I stood there watching with absolutely no clue of why they were doing this. My face was full of wonder and surprise, and the flashback ended.

Suddenly, my dick started to grow. What she was doing was working. She was trying to tap into my sub consciousness to get me aroused enough in order to have sexual intercourse with Dana.

“Do you want to get inside your sister? You both share the same flesh and blood, and she is the female copy of you in younger form.” She said.

My dick began to erect further! It was starting to get stiff!

“Once you penetrate her, you will moan and shoot inside her. Thus, your seed will enter her egg, and you will create more copies of yourself.” She said.

My dick got very hard, and Kathia was almost hypnotizing me with her words. I crawled fast next to Dana, and brought her body on top of mine. The feeling of incest didn’t seem to gross me out for some reason, and I was turning a new leaf. In fact, the thought of incest was starting to turn me on. I was breathing heavily, and I grabbed her ass and positioned my dick behind the crack of her small petite cheeks.

“…..Kathia….get the mirror…..quick. Put it at the foot of the bed.” I said.

Kathia rolled the mirror from the corner of the room and placed it at the foot of the bed. In the mirror, I could now see both of our bodies with her ass, and my dick facing the mirror. I did this because I wanted to help myself get stimulated to the fullest extent. I slowly spread her cheeks apart, revealing her tiny vagina. My dick became even harder when I saw this, so I positioned it at the entrance of her pussy, and continued breathing hard. The head of my dick was slightly tugged against the lips of her vagina, and I was spacing out in disbelief as I saw this. Dana’s cold motionless corpse rested on top of me, and her eyes were totally shut.

“My my…..what a pervert you are. Remember, it’s not incest until you pop that inside!!”

Kathia was definitely toying with me, but in a good way. A small amount of pre-cum began to form at the tip of my dick, and it was as hard as the Excalibur. I couldn’t believe I was doing something this ludicrous. I’ve seen men get their heads sliced off in war; dragons eating people alive; people burned while hung; vampies that walk the night; and zombies that roam the land. I’ve seen so much atrocious things in this country, but I’d never thought I’d see the day where I had to literally fuck my own sister, let alone her corpse.
I gripped her cold lifeless cheeks with both my hands, and Kathia continued smiling. “Ah, you’ve decided to commit the act of incest and necrophilia.” She said, and then came over to the foot of the bed to get closer to the scene.

“Look, it’s going to go in!” Gasped Kathia. “It’s not incest yet!” She said, in a hushed tone.

A tiny moment passed, and silence filled the room while we both stared at all of us in the mirror. The only noise that we could hear was the fire burning in the furnace, my breathing, and the clock ticking.

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Chapter III: Unspeakable Cure

Still with this silence in the room, I slowly pushed Dana’s ass downwards, and we saw her deceased unused pussy lips split open as the head of my dick slowly entered. I let out a long yell in shock, watching with my eyes widened, and her pussy slowly sliding down my hard dick. “HOLY SHIT!! OH MY GODDESS!!! OH MY GODDESS!!!! OH MY GODDESS!!!” I said.

Kathia’s face turned from a smile into grin. “IT’S OFFICIALLY INCEST AND NECROPHILIA, BABY!!! YOUR DICK IS SLIDING ALL THE WAY INSIDE HER!”

My dick finally sunk all the way up inside her, and I moaned loud. I gasped and watched the horror within the mirror, and couldn’t believe my dick fully entered my own sister! Waves of pleasure began to shoot through my body after realizing I had actually entered a woman's corpse. Still gripping her ass, I began to penetrate her by pushing my dick inside, then pulling out at a steady pace. We heard a slight gushing noise, and the feeling was very intense. I wanted to see how her tiny tits would feel, so I slid my hands from her ass to her breasts, and grabbed them. I got more stimulated, so my pelvis began to smack against her ass while I saw her cheeks rippling in the mirror.

“Kathia…..I think I’m falling in love with my own sister. What have you done to me? You’re an awful witch for making me fall in love with my sibling.” I panted, with my eyes rolled back.

“Well, that’s a good thing. Maybe now you’ll have to move out of this area to one where incest is legal. Then you can have kids and get married.” She said.

“Oh Dana, you feel so nice and warm inside! Wake up, and be with me forever!”

Kathia raised her hands and arms in the air. “Goddesses, I call upon you. Although these two are siblings, may there be a long and happy life ahead of them. May you give them a beautiful marriage with children, and keep them from society’s harm and negativity. I ask you that you heal Dana, Josh’s sister, so that she can awake and live the life she once did. Breathe your winds into her lungs; let this woman walk the earth again!!”

All of a sudden, a stream of glowing orange sparkles came from the sky and through the window of the cabin. It flowed into the room, and slowly began hovering around both of us in a circular fashion. Our bodies slowly began floating above the bed while Kathia continued to chant words. While this was happening, I was nearing peak climax, and was about to hit an orgasm. With several more pushes, I thrust all the way in my sister and locked this position. I moaned while a gigantic load of cum splashed out of my dick like Leviathan’s tsunami wave. The reason why my semen amount was so large was because I acknowledged that I was not just fucking an ordinary woman, but my sister, and a lifeless corpse. My sperm traveled deep down into her tunnels, and one successfully entered her lifeless egg that was not functioning, because she was still deceased. The glowing sparkles continued floating around us, and then went inside my sister’s body. Her heart began to pump again, and magic filled the air, giving us both a sense of relief and happiness.

“Yeah! Its working!” I said, with a smile.

“Josh, I knew you could do it! I’m glad we saved her!” Said Kathia.

After the last of the sparkles flew inside her, we discontinued floating, and fell onto the bed. Dana slowly opened her eyes, and we stood there in excitement. Her vision was blurry for a moment, and she raised herself off of me, and sat up on the bed.

“Where…..where am I?…..” Said Dana, looking at us confused.

“Dana!! You’re OK!” I said, getting up and hugging her tight.

Dana looked at me. “What just happened to me?”

“You and I were killed by a group of succubuses. Someone in the cave revived me, and I ran here with your body.”

Dana smiled. “WOW, really!? Oh, I’m so glad we’re not dead! I was very scared there for a second!” She said, with worry.

Dana hugged me back, and I rested my head on her shoulder.

“Here, you both need something to cover yourselves. The succubuses took your clothes off when they attacked you.” Said Kathia, winking at me, and handing us some clothes.

We both sat on the couch while Kathia began to cook us some soup. The sun finally rose up above the land, and the birds outside began to chirp. We were very hungry, and both of us sighed and relaxed.

Time passed, and I stood on a hill wearing my paladin armor, and looked down far away into the distance. I could see the castle on the large lake’s horizon, and it was just beautiful as ever. A dragon flew in the distance over the lake, and it flapped its large wings as it passed me on the hill. I opened my satchel and pulled a locket out that had a chain attached to it. I opened it, and looked at the photo of Dana hugging me when she was seven, and I was twelve. We both were smiling in the picture, and a song with a music box melody played called Far away words. A deep sadness filled inside me, and I collapsed on the grass, and on my knees. Tears filled my eyes and they dropped onto the grass, and I sobbed in pain and heartache.

I asked Dana if she would be mine, and she accepted. Birds flew over the hill as I lied on the grass, and the dragon continued circling the lake.

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The Specialist – The Good ol' days

this story was written based on the ideas of a reader. However the plot and descriptions are mine. it contains extreme violence and cruelty. Please note that the author wishes to describe a fictitious world which has no connection to any place, person or sentiment whatsoever.

If you do not like extreme violence, including murder and mutiliation, don't read this. If you can take it, hope you enjoy it.
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The Specialist
“Good evening Rashid. I hope you are well.”
The man in the chair looked up with half closed eyes, the tiny torch in the room insufficient to tell his expression. The man circling him however, did not seem to need such information, he had all he wanted. Well almost.
“What do you want ?” asked the man in the chair, getting up menacingly. “How did you get in here?”
“Wouldn’t it be wiser to ask who we are ? Or do you already know ?” the well-dressed man who’d been circling the former, now stopped and asked.
“Yes I know who you are. But what do you want ?”
“Depends on whether we’re satisfied with you. Suffice it to say that we’ve heard a lot of good things about you, and we’re impressed. But before we can trust you, we’d like the whole story.”
“If you know so much already, I’ve nothing more to tell you. If you don’t know, you don’t need to know. Now get the fuck out of here.” He took two quick steps towards the man, before jumping back cursing, rubbing his forearm.
“I see you have a deep mark on your wrist, Mr Rashid. Care to begin with how you got it ?”
“Some bitch bit me.”
“Exactly, now if you don’t want to be treated like a stray dog” he waved his curved blade casually “kindly give the details. And yes, you can have a seat.”
Rashid sat down cursing, surveying the room for more assailants. He quickly noticed two more blocking the doors to the stairs and the balcony. Though hidden by the low light, Rashid’s instincts told him they were armed. Escape was impossible. The man began his story.
“You seem to know quite a lot about me. Iqbal said I could trust you with the whole story, but the way you barged into my room-“
“Cut to the chase Rashid”
“Fine, fine. Where do I begin ? You know I’m not a native, my skin colour says as much. You would also know by now that I’m an illegal immigrant from a damned place filled with nothing but guns and sand. And oh yes, a few dozen tribes always at each other’s throats. Anyway, I belonged to one of them. Let’s call it the Jamalliya tribe.
My dad was a close relative of the headman, so I’d a good chance of becoming one when I came of age. Unfortunately, the other families feared just that, and they removed him soon after I was born. My mother gave me to a relative who’s husband and son had been killed during a recent raid. I never saw my mother again. My new family consisted of two girls and a fat mother, who grew steadily fatter as the girls grew curves and I developed muscle. But in these waste lands there’s little time to enjoy family life, and men and women are generally expected to live apart and do their own work. If you excel in your work, you get a position on the tribal council, otherwise you’re mocked and (if you have a beautiful wife/daughter) killed and your family taken away.
There’s little to distinguish oneself in in those arid lands beyond warfare if you’re a man, and producing children, if you’re a woman. I had potential in the former, having learnt to ride a horse by the time I was ten, and could shoot from the saddle by 16. I also had a cruel streak, they used to say. When we raided the villages of the enemy tribe (and once a foreigners’ oil company office), the men used to first kill all adult males, then take the women. By women I mean any pussy that was ten years and above. We were left with the rest. Among them were the old women and the children. I developed a habit of plunging my sword into the bellies of those old men and women, hearing them scream in their cracked voices before spasming and going limp. Sometimes I’d carry the heads of my kills back to the village, where they’d be placed beside those of the men and women killed during the raid.
Now you’d say, what glory is there in killing old women ? None, it’s just something I did, and still do sometimes. But a man needs real glory if he’s to find a position of power in the tribe. All the more so in my case since there were those who were determined to prevent me getting the headship. So I formed my own group of raiders, composed of men of my age. With them I used to raid the villages without support, sometimes being forced to withdraw when things got too hot. At other times however, when we succeeded in entering a poorly defended village who’s women had not fled or killed themselves, we had some fun.
First we would go from house to house, searching for any remaining men. Unlike some of our tribal leaders, I didn’t order all the teenaged boys to be killed. Instead, they were taken back, and based on their talents, made part of our group. The women on the other hand, were grouped by age. The oldest died first, their bodies having nothing to offer in return for sparing their lives. I followed the usual methods of stabbing them in the belly, or sometimes in their sagging dried up tits, watching them implode in a bloody mess as their eyes rolled in their skulls, and more often than not, golden showers erupted from between their legs.
The second group consisted of women between 30 and fifty, who were perhaps too old to be bred, but young enough to be raped. They were tied by their hands to the poles, their asses either resting on the ground or raised in the air. Their legs were then stretched till they touched those of the next woman; these were then tied, forming a long line of bound women with exposed pussies. Leaving two to three men in charge of the youngest group, the rest of us would unbuckle ourselves and get down to business. Each woman was different to be honest, and most tried to give their best to persuade us to let them live. Some however, glared at us as we violated their most intimate areas. This led to their being stabbed in the eyes before the assault resumed again.
I could tell you about a dozen or so women who stood out for their exceptional tightness and indeed, performance on my cock. Sadly a good majority of them must have been prudes, for they glared at me all along, and barring one 32 year old woman (more about her later), they all were blinded and eventually killed. Indeed if a woman was blinded there was little use in keeping her alive. She was “used up” so to say, almost everyone taking a turn on her to sample her before her end. Once we’d decided who would be spared, we’d kill the rest. Some killed them while fucking, plunging a knife into their lungs and watching them die slowly. Or into their heart itself and ejaculate to the feeling of a dying woman spasming on your cock. Others gutted them after raping them, one even managing to scoop out some of the bloody semen from her gaping cavity.
I preferred to kill them directly, beheading them with one quick stroke of my sword. I guess you haven’t seen a beheading except on film have you? Well it’s something we’d learnt to do right from the time we’d learnt to ride a horse, so to speak. And there’s something unique about the way her heavy head, eyes still pleading with you, comes off, toppling like a big round ball placed atop a thin receptacle. If you were good enough, you could grab the head as it fell, perhaps plunging a knife held in your other hand into the soft neck as well.
Anyway, once the second group had been raped, and a good many killed off, the few who wanted to take souvernirs did so, chopping off limbs, heads (if they’d gutted the woman) and tits as the rest of us surveyed the most crucial of the three groups. This last group consisted of the youngest females, from zero to twentynine. The point was to get the women who could be future breeders, and more importantly wives. You see the recurrent raids meant loss of good females for all tribes. We had to secure females from others if we were to survive at all.
There were women in our tribe who would inspect the huddled females and decide who was fertile who was not. For the moment however, it was the physical attributes such as the curve of the waist, the weight of the breasts (verified by ripping off the burqa) and the wideness of the thighs, which decided who would get whom. Being the leader of the gang, I got the first pick. The ones I picked were usually not more than 20, though I didn’t rape women younger than 18 usually. Nevertheless, I took the best stuff, the ones whose heavy tits hung like ripe melons on their chests, just waiting to be plucked. My choices had thin waists, preferably with long hair that covered their back. And I liked women who were a little feisty.
One such feisty woman was Farhana. I’ve forgotten what her tribe was, we conducted so many raids you see. But she was a real beauty. Have you seen the female slaves brought from Tarmait ? Do you see the white colour of the best of them, with milky breasts that defy gravity ? Do you notice the way they stand, their hips thrust out waiting for a man to breed them ? have you noticed the look of lustful love in their demure eyes ?
Farhana was one of them, standing at a shade 5’5” and weighing hardly 50 kgs. By this time I was 21, about 6’4 and more muscular than any in my gang. My “mother” said I was handsome. It didn’t matter when we raided though. The raid that caught Farhana was a particularly arid one, yielding just four fertile females and an old witch we tied to the back of the donkey cart carrying the women. Someone said it was Farhana’s aunt, which may explain her passionate hatred for me. Hatred made more appealing by her exquisite Oriental face and large eyes.
I’d noticed her standing in the middle of her small hut, defending a short man of about forty. Once I’d dispatched of the coward, I personally grabbed her and dragged her to the middle of the village. This appeared to be a particularly poor village, lacking even a good stables. Since there were so few women, we decided to simply throw them on the ground and have them. I noticed the others noticing Farhana as I threw her on the ground, her burqa lifting to show her thin white legs. Giving a warning glare to the others, I asked them to take their own women and get down to work.
For my part I prevented her from getting up by placing a foot on her abdomen, gently pressing her down. She responded by thrashing about under me, eventually raising her hands to scratch me. I wasn’t amused, and landed quite a few kicks on her thin waist. Pointing my blade at her chest, I forced her to face the fact that her independence, or whatever she’d enjoyed upto that point, was over. She continued to glare at me, but this time I did not blind her. Instead I stared directly into her eyes, boring into them, making my supremacy and power over her frail form patent.
She couldn’t keep up the intensity for long, looking away with a look that said she’d understood what would happen to her if she disobeyed me. Removing my foot, I lowered myself beside her. Words were impossible as the screams of the rest of the women drowned any speech. Looking up, I saw Tarqash lubricating a woman with his sword handle, as the horrified woman looked on, thinking he was about to impale her. He saw me looking , and mouthed the words “Eventually I would. She’s not that good.”
I laughed, and looked down upon my own quarry. She’d lain silently at my feet, but as I grabbed her hijab, she protested again. I didn’t care, ripping off her instrument of modesty in a brutal move that casued some of her hair to tear off as well. I pocketed it as a souvenir. Farhana had beautiful hair, now mixing with the dust as it spread out in luxurious folds around her head. Her lips were full and pink, the way l liked them.
Immobilizing her hands with mine, I lowered myself till her tits touched my chest, her face just inches away from my hungry lips. Pressing down further, I touched my lips with hers. They were like soft petals, parting at my touch to allow me to suck them, as a real lover would. Parting them further, I probed deeper with my tongue, loving the way her mouth tasted. I sought out her tongue, finding the organ as it sought to avoid contact, but it could scarcely escape. Instead it was forced to play with mine as I forced her to look at me. Those beautiful brown eyes were now filled with a plea, a woman’s plea to be treated like a wife. I chuckled at her naivete, seeing the hope turn to ashes in those brown pools. My lips parted hers, and I raised myself.
Farhana was again looking away as I placed my hands on the cones my chest had felt earlier. They were soft and large, like soft bags waiting to be mauled and pinched by my rough callused hands. Grabbing her thin burqa, I began to rip it off. The glare in her eyes returned, but it was immediately replaced by a weak plea “Please not in public. Not like this.” I continued to tear away, shifting myself so I could rip it right down to her thighs. Pushing the soft black material away, I quickly disposed of her thin undergarment, finally revealing her magnificent tits to my hungry gaze.
They stood up like small hills even as she lay flat, making me wonder how much they’d have stood out had she not hidden them under her burqa when I dragged her out. I couldn’t control myself as I grabbed her puffy brown nipples, each a liquorice nub an inch and a half long, pulling them hard. Her voice joined the chorus of screams around us, but I could still make out her musical scream. “Please master, stop it hurts”. Laughing again, I placed my palms on the nips, enjoying the feel of their hard tips. Pressing down till my fingers covered her entire mounds, I began to pull the flesh into my palm, till my fingers were buried in her chest, clamping her meat into my vice like hands.
I stayed like that for a moment, loving the silky flesh against my rough hands. The sight too was magnificent, her fair flesh exposed and abused by my large palms as she began to weep silently. Releasing her tits, I marvelled at the deep red marks made on her tits, one of which was leaking a trickle of blood. Smiling, I pressed down again, this time squeezing with all my might, causing her eyes to widen to their maximum extent, her lips opening wide to complete an expression of utter agony. Someday, I’d thought then, I’d ask an artist to capture that look for me.
But time was running out. The few men who’d not been caught could return at any moment to wreak havoc on my distracted men. Getting up, I wiped the blood from her tits on her torn burqa, before beginning to rip the remainder of that useless garment away. This required the freeing of her feet, and the moment I did so, she kicked out at me. Unfortunately for her, a poorly aimed kick hit me on the nose. Stopping my assault on her dress, I moved higher, till my angry visage was directly above her terrified one. Before she could mumble any excuses, I’d landed to hard slaps on her cheeks, causing one to turn blue. Blood erupted from her lips, which I sucked away before tearing the rest of her burqa off.
Her underskirt was made of a thick material that could not be easily torn. I simply raised it till it was bunched round her waist. This exposed her thrashing but nevertheless lovely legs to my gaze. Grabbing the thin brown ankles, I forcibly pulled her legs apart, causing her to wince and whimper. She made a vain attempt to raise herself from the dusty ground, but one hard punch on her flat tummy ended such ambitions instantly. As she lay down again to cry, I examined her pussy. It was unkempt and bushy, making me wonder if she’d ever had sex. I was also annoyed at not finding a clean pussy. Grabbing a handful of her pubes I ripped them off, causing her to jump on her ass in pain. Another clump came off, then another, till her skin was irritated and bloody, while tears freely ran down the red and blue streaks on her cheeks.
My dick was hard as obsidian by now, straining against my tight riding attire. Pulling it off, I looked down to see her shake her head in disbelief, for before he stood a man with a 10” manhood, and quite thick too. Her eyes followed my dick in disbelief as it made its way towards her tight cunt. When it touched her, she finally spoke up,
“Please, it’ll tear my dry orifice. Please, at least lubricate it.” She realized the implications of her request too late. My dick traced a trail of pecum over her abdomen and tits as I moved higher, till it was dangling over her lips. This time I didn’t even listen to her pathetic requests, the moment her mouth opened for an entreaty my dick went in. As her eyes bulged along with her abused cheeks, I felt a tight moist feeling engulf my dick. Eager for more, I pushed harder, slamming my dick against the back of her head. She was now directly underneath me, our bodies connected by my shaft as it pressed against her skull. In this position, it’d be hard to push it down her throat, that’d have to be for later, For now I began to saw the part that could go in, in and out of her mouth, making it nice and wet for her nether lips.
I don’t think she’d ever taken a dick in her mouth before, for she was soon gagging, trying to shake her head. This had the effect of causing my dick to slap against the insides of her cheeks, which had presumably been damaged by my hard slaps. She winced and gave up the attempt, breathing through her nose as I instructed her. I picked up pace, fucking her tight mouth with greater vigour, but careful not to cum yet. I’m sure she’d have hoped at some point that should I cum, I’d be spent enough not to assault her pussy. Sadly for her, I didn’t cum, instead moving my now moist cock out of her abused lips, and aiming it at her pussy. Her mouth was not yet capable of speaking, and I used this silence to mean she was prepared for her vaginal invasion.
As with every assault I’ve ever made, this too was without preamble, without any hint of tenderness. In one swift stroke I was in, realizing only when I’d broken it than she had been a virgin. Pulling it out, I admired the red streaks on my cock, before burying it fully into her pussy. She had been right about her pussy, it was remarkably tight. This was not surprising given I’d just taken her virginity, and I was determined to make the most out of this stroke of fortune. Still marvelling at the tightness of her hole ,I grabbed the sides of her thighs, and gradually pulled out, only to push back again with greater force.
My lover howled in pain, shaking her head and making incoherent movements with her limbs as she tried in vain to escape from the searing agony that must have been pulsing through her body from her vagina. I now began to fuck her with greater force, pummeling her tummy and tits every time she tried to shift herself. A slight sound told me I’d likely broken one of her ribs, but I didn’t’ care – she existed for my pleasure,and I was getting it. It was as if her body was designed to provide me pleasure directly in proportion to her pain, for as she screwed up her eyes and screamed into the sky, her pussy muscles seemed to squeeze me harder and harder, till she sent me over the edge. Sometimes I kill them when I cum, but this time I kissed her, forcing her abused lips to accept me again, this time with no hope of any tenderness.
Farhana was especially good, and I came for a long time. When I was done, I saw Yaldir, the youngest of my company, staring at me with eyes that clearly envied me. Yaldir was a good lad, having saved my life in a previous sortie when a horseman almost had me from the back. He had been left to guard the entry to the village, and though this was customary for the youngest of the gang, he clearly rued the missed chance. Seeing me looking at him, he turned away in shame and walked off. That’s when I decided that Farhana had one hole left still. I called out to Yaldir.
The lad turned around abruptly, his face clearly showing the punishment a person found spying on his chief (even if he was fucking a captive in the open) could expect. Instead he heard his chief calling upon him to show his manliness to the whore who’d birthed the enemy offspring. For a moment he couldn’t believe what I’d just said, then he timidly came up. Farhana appeared to have thought her ordeal was finally over. Now as she saw a virile young man join her rapist, she began to crawl away, her eyes showing a desperation seen in a deer who was being hunted.
Yaldir wasn’t sure what to do with his boss’ whore, whether to grab and rape her or to wait for me to lead the way. Finally, as she was going past him on her knees, he grabbed her and knocked her down. I walked over casually, surveying his physique with appreciation. Nodding at him to remove his clothes, I pulled the woman towards me, throwing away the remnants of her burqa. Her plump ass was exposed to me, allowing me to examine her ass hole as Yaldir’s 7 inch cock was exposed. I signalled him to start with her mouth as I began to prepare for the invasion of her ass.
Farhana had clearly expected me to act as some kind of referee during this phase of her violation. These hopes would have been rudely shattered when I pressed my dick against her asscrack, before parting her anus with my fingers. Yaldir had already made his way into her oral orifice, her body gently rocking as he fucked her. For a moment I wished I’d used her mouth in this position, but hell, let the kid enjoy himself. I on the other hand aimed directly at her puckered brown hole. The slime from her mouth and pussy and my cock still there to act as lube, I plunged my member into her last virgin hole.
Farhana would have screamed had Yaldir not been taking her mouth. In the event she gagged on his cock, causing him to pull out. This led to her completing her scream, before I signalled him to push his dick back in. On my part, her backdoor, even tighter than her pussy, coupled with the melodic scream emanating from her mouth, caused my cock to harden inside her body. This growth made her ass seem all the more tight, her anal muscles likely tearing as they suffered the first invasion of her short life.
My pleasure, and also that of Yaldir was interrupted by the appearance of Mirwaiz, who was our chief scout. He had just gotten news that I was needed in my village. He too, however, couldn’t stay aloof from the sex scene unfolding before him. I handed him my horse whip, instructing him to whip her across her back, but avoid our cocks or her hands and legs.
The first blow of the horsewhip made her gag and struggle again, but Yaldir knew better than to pull out this time, instead enjoying the extra constriction of her throat. At the same time the pressure of her anal muscles on my cock was unbelievable. Timing my next stroke for the next blow, I was again treated to the exhilarating combination of a woman’s anal muscles squeezing one’s cock desperately as the thick corded whip landed on her thin waist. I pulled out and (Whack!) slammed in again. Whack whack whack. Her white backside was developing red welts, which crisscrossed, blood erupting at the crossings. Whack on her shoulder blades, whack on her lower back, then diagonically across her backside. Yaldir and I had developed a rhythm by now, fucking her like a long pole with our cocks buried at each end. We fucked her harder and harder, our bodies and Mirwaiz’s whip forming an orchestra of which the instrument was Farhana.
I fucked her harder and harder as I approached orgasm, forcing the others to keep in tune, forcing the whore between us to adjust till she could adjust no more. As a whiplash appeared right across her lower back to complement the six already there, I looked up at Yaldir to see him close his eyes in ecstacy, holding Farhana’s head to his groin as he came in her mouth. As he finished up, I realized I too could not hold for long. Taking a smaller whip, I signalled Mirwaiz to stop. Instead I aimed the whip straight across her back and brought it down upon all her other wounds with tremendous force. Her voice rang out across the sands as her ass squeezed down on my cock like a velvet vice. My self-control collapsed, the flood gates opening in her asshole as I whipped her again and again like a useless mule, causing her anal muscles to spasm, milking my cock for all it was worth. Spent, I pulled out of her, allowing her to pass out on the ground.
You may ask what I did thereafter? Well, Farhana was half dead by this time, so we hoisted her up over the edge of a spear, and then lowered her gradually. She briefly gained consciousness as the metal tip ripped through her bowels, spewing blood down the shaft of the spear. Unfortunately for her the angle wasn’t exact, and though we’d negotiated her lower bones, it got wedged among her ribs, preventing her from dying a quick death. I left her there, staring at me with half glazed eyes as her ass leaked cum and her pussy blood.
It was by now time to go back. Some of the other women who’d been used by the raiders were similarly dispatched. The shaft of a spear broke when mounting a particularly fat cow, leaving half of it wedged inside her. Medical knowledge being what it is, we left her like that as she blubbered and convulsed on the bloody ground. While we were fucking, three more women had been caught from a nearby barn. One of them was a very short thin girl, barely 18, with little of tit or ass. Still she fitted in the saddle well, and it fell upon her to lie flat on the horse’s back her pussy accessible to my cock. The other women were either tied and put in the donkey cart or, in case of one who’d bitten a raider, dragged behind the cart.
It was a pleasurable ride back, my cock sawing in and out of her tight orifice as I rode on the horse. It was a special chief’s privilege (not formally of course) to rape a woman on horseback, and as I pumped my load into her defenceless pussy, I felt that I’d finally become capable of becoming a real chief of my tribe. Sadly, my fate was different.
The first signs of the ill wind were received in the very hour I returned from this excellent raid. A few of our prize horses had been stolen by another tribe, and the pursuing party had been killed in combat. Among them was my cousin, and this incensed me no end. Leaving the women to be tended by the attendants as they saw fit, I headed straight for the chiefs’ hut, where worried and anxious faces met me.
“Rashid, do you know what happened ?” asked Qader Jan, the current head of the tribe.
“I heard.”
There were murmurs of annoyance at my abrupt reply, but Qader Jan didn’t seem to mind. Instead he told the group about the horses (and women ) I’d captured during the raid. Most of them listened to the details with unusual interest, the reason for which became clear only when I learnt that the raid by the regular leaders on a different tribe had been a signal failure.

I’m not one to gloat over my victories, rather I’d prefer to head into another battle. This time however, the next battle came from an unexpected quarter. Qaglich Khan, an elder who had a hereditary dislike for my family, stood up “My brethren, it becomes clear that the rash actions of this young man are the reason behind the failure of our raid today. He took our best horses, reduced our numbers, and forced the elders to attack a lesser place.”
I was stunned. The horses belonged to us, captured personally by me and my friends during the previous raids. As for the men, it was an open secret that they wouldn’t have been included anyhow. With a voice choked with anger I pointed this out. His argument was even more ridiculous as the attack on a lesser area had failed. But the elders were by now looking at me with a mix of bitterness and anger, which I found difficult to deflect. My cause was further harmed by the fact that whereas my detractors had a good backing in the council, I had none. The arguments were getting heated-“ “
‘Mr Rashid, there is no need to describe the tribal arguments in detail. You were thrown out shortly prior to the annihilation of your tribe by the Yalitiz tribe. You went to Markaz, a city on the sea. But records tell us there were only three people in the group that arrived. Where did the fourth go ?”
Rashid looked with a sullen expression at the man who’d interrupted him. Swearing under his breath, he said “if you interfere, why don’t you continue the story?”
“You know very well we’re here to hear you speak Rashid. Please continue.”
“Fine. Have it your way, the sooner we’re done the better. So where was I ? Oh yeah. After the decision was taken, I was asked to leave within twenty four hours. All our cattle were taken away in return for the paltry sum of 5000 dirhams. All we were left with were a donkey and my horse. To make matters worse, as I was leaving, that asshole again spoke up
‘And take your slut sister with you. We don’t want her ruining our boys’ manhood.”
I took it as an offhand insult. Cursing the state of affairs, I wondered if I could get the council to reconsider the decision, taken so unfairly and hurriedly. Maybe I would have succeeded, had it not been for that insult turning out to be true.
My home back then was at the edge of a small ridge, a fall from which would not kill you but break your limbs. It was separated from the village proper by a small distance which housed the stables of the tribe. As I checked on my horse to make sure it was in good health should I actually have to evacuate the next day, I was surprised to find the sound of a girl coming from behind them.
Wondering what on earth was happening in my own tribal base, I peered round the edge of the stable, and was stunned to find my older sister with a man. Worse, not only was she stark naked but he was in fact a member of one of our rival tribes, one which had waged a war of vengeance against us not long ago. He must have sneaked into the village, but that didn’t explain why he was with my sister or why she was moaning loudly as he rammed into her wet hole.
Uptil that time I’d known myself as a balanced person, one who could control himself and his anger. That was the first time I lost this self control, and all because of a stupid slut of a sister. Letting out a roar, I had my sword in my hand before either of them were aware of my presence. The man was apparently ejaculating, and remained stuck in her cunt as I swept the sword in an arc an inch from my sister’s terrified face, slicing her lover’s neck into two His head, the expression of pleasure still carved upon it, fell to the ground even as his body continued to twitch from the mixture of ejaculation and death spasms.
When he stopped writhing, I signalled her to push him out. This she did in a daze, her eyes filling up with tears at this violent turn of events. I would have strangled her to death then and there for the act she’d done, but to my misfortune we were discovered at that very moment. Worse, it was the cousin of that old fart, Qaglich Khan.
The scrawny bastard had been watching the proceedings even before I’d arrived, and he now appeared for a brief while from his hiding place behind a rock. I brandished my sword at him, and he ran straight into a tree. Getting up, he ran again till he was out of sight. I knew the elders would be hot upon the scent the moment the kid went and told them.
To make matters worse, she had, in her reckless passion, headed behind the stables leaving her clothes behind a shrub that was in the present circumstances a mile off. Cursing I headed there to retrieve her clothes, but saw a crowd gathered there by the time I returned. The kid had cooked up as story about how the man and I had been jointly fucking her. He had (so he said) killed the enemy but preferred to confer with the elders before doing anything with me.
Pissed as I already was, I held my nerve now, explaining what had actually happened. It unfortunately had very little influence on the minds of the prejudiced minds of the elders. When that stupid fart called Qaglich spoke of how the spirits were unhappy with me and my family, it was the end of any hopes I may have hitherto entertained. Worse, they ordered that I be flogged publicly for not controlling the women of the household, instead encouraging them into immoral acts unbecoming of a great tribe.
You’d understand that the pain was nothing to me, hell, I’d felt much greater pain in combat. It was the humiliation that hurt me most. That old fart’s son wielded the whip, and fifty strokes were what I got, swearing to avenge each one of them on the cause of my shame. There was talk of stoning the whore to death, but I wanted to punish her myself. So my friends were surprised when I asked that she be left alone. The elders agreed on condition that we packed up and left before dawn the next day.
My back burning, I headed back with my gunny sack covered step-sister beside me. I think she was trying to say something, but I was having none of it. The moment we got home, she landed hard on the floor from a backhand slap on her fair cheek. My stepmother came running upto us, asking me what had got the women of the tribe so worked up. I explained in as many words that we were leaving.
She didn’t comprehend it immediately, and it was not until I had shoved her into the separate sleeping room for the females that she began to sob. I was too pissed to think about the future immediately, rather I wanted to punish the whore. But Qaglich’s henchmen were roving around like hawks, causing me to devote my time and attention to the task of packing things. Not that there was much to pack. We aren’t a rich tribe, and ever since my father was removed things have gotten worse – he atleast knew how to trade.
As I tended to the horse and donkeys, getting them ready, my mother and sister packed up, the guilty one simply sat in a corner crying, too stunned by the brutal end of her lover to react. The packing was done by midnight, and we were ready to leave by the time the first rays of the sun were breaking through the rugged hills in the distance. It was cold, but I refused to let the culprit wear anything beyond the gunny bag she’d been given by one of the village girls upon being discovered naked.
The villagers gave us none of the customary greetings given to those departing, rather that Qaglich threw a few stones behind our caravan (my mother had persuaded the chief’s wife to two camels instead of the donkey, we had originally owned four horses and four camels apart from the donkey), as we moved out of the palisade gates into the huge expanse that covers two thirds of our country.
As the palisade wall grew smaller, I turned back to the three women in the back, and was annoyed to find the elder of my step sisters clad in a burqa. My stepmother sensed my anger, and sought to intercede.
‘Please she’s a young girl, give her a chance.”
“Chance. Because of her we’re leaving. Because of her I had to take lashes from that half breed Qaglich’s wimp. And you say I spare her?”
She went quiet. M younger stepsister was weeping silently, hugging the older one. Neither of them said anything. I looked back, the half-baked road was all that lay ahead and behind us. The next stop was a good twenty miles away. I decided this was as good a time as any to punish my whore sister. Stopping my horse, I asked the women to get down.
All three sensed what I was about to do, and they wrapped themselves round the slut. Annoyed, I grabbed the younger girl by her long hair and pulled her down onto the hot sand, where she lay whimpering and writhing in discomfort. The old woman came next, pulled bodily down and thrown away. The slut, whose name was Sahiba, crawled away from my grasp till I grabbed her buttocks and pulled her towards me.
She made one last effort to get away, scratching me till I punched her in the face, knocking half her white teeth down her throat. Blood erupted from her mouth, as she fell to her knees, her hands folded as she begged me with wide eyes. For the first, and last time in my life, I noticed how pretty she was. Having a roundish face like her mother, she had wide brown eyes and hair that could pass of as brown. At 19, she still had freckles, but appeared well developed in the body. Good enough for a rape, you’d say. I’d have agreed, for that’s what I did.
Grabbing her roughly by the hair, I yanked her up. Her hands flew to her abused mane, her mouth, resembling that of a 7 year old child now, making mumbling noises. I held her up before me, looking into the scared eyes, boring into them with all the pent up hatred that the lashes, the expulsion and the gloating face of Qaglich had filled me with. Smack! My hand almost dropped her as the force of my slap on her cheek rocked her thin body. More blood erupted from her face, her eyes now screwed up in pan from the mixture of fear and pain.
As the other two females looked on in terror, I threw her on the ground, landing three hard kicks on the burqa clad figure. She rolled into a fetal position, her face wrinkled by an expression of acute pain. You’d ask me how I could punish my own sister like that. Well I have no doubts I would have punished a thousand of my sisters like that, and worse, if they did anything of the sort. Plus I’d never regarded them as sisters, or my stepmother as my mother. They simply existed so I could do my duty to the tribe while they did the work at home.
Hence I felt no pricks of that thing you call conscience as I watched the female writhe in agony on the hot sand. In fact, I landed another hard on her ribs, causing a cracking sound. She looked at me with an expression of awe and horror, never having expected her own “brother” to be so cruel. At that moment however, I felt gnarled hands on my chest, and looked up to see “mother” beseeching me to let her go. She even suggested that I whip her, but not kill her so. I told her that she was partly responsible as she’d raised a whore like Sahiba, and she should be repenting instead of asking for clemency. She returned to Anima, the younger girl, and both resumed their crying.
The girl had lain on the ground for some time now, and in spite of her pain, must have realized that the sand was as hot as an earthen oven. She began to crawl away, a look of utter desperation on her face. If she’d shown the same desperation while trying to resist that man, she wouldn’t have suffered this fate. But she’d instead willingly allowed him in. She had to suffer.
Upto this point I’d had no particular aim apart from punishing her to the fullest extent possible. It was likely she wouldn’t survive the ordeal, but it wouldn’t be anything new for a whore to die for shaming her family. Unfortunately for her, as she made another attempt to crawl away, the lower part of her flowing garment rode up her ass, exposing her meaty thighs to my gaze. Almost imperceptively I found myself wanting to see more of her body.
Back in the village I would have abstained from any such action, as that may have earned me an expulsion as well. Now however, there was no one for miles around, and she was not the rude youthful girl but a sobbing creature who would anyhow be punished. Might as well make this hard work a little more pleasurable for myself.
She collapsed on the hot ground as she saw me bend down. Did she expect me to grab the hem of her burqa and try to rip it off ? Likely she didn’t, but that’s exactly what I did. Infact, the material of the burqa was comparatively thin, causing it to tear in my hands, leaving her ass exposed to my gaze. Amid renewed howling and curses from the woman that had birthed the whore and her sister, I pulled Sahiba up by her waist.
The hot sand helped again, for it burnt her exposed skin, causing her to willingly allow me to pick her up. Infact, I soon had the girl in my arms, having spared her the torture of the hot sand. Her terrified eyes, now very close to me, appeared torn between escaping me and the terror of returning to the hot sand bed. As she considered the alternatives in that stupid mind of hers, I kissed her roughly, tasting her salty blood in those full pink petals for the first and last time. She resigned herself to the kiss, preferring it to the prospect of being brutally raped on the ground. But I had no intent of sparing her any of her agony. Pulling away, I ripped off the rest of her burqa as she danced on the hot sand, then threw her hard on the ground again.
Her scream wasn’t as melodious as that of Farhana, but it was pleasing amid the dreary desolation of the desert. I kicked the writhing figure on the ground right in between her legs, eliciting another musical howl from my “sister”. Much as she’d have liked to remain in the curled up position she now assumed, the sand would not let her. Unwindng she made a desperate attempt to escape. This only placed her in a temporary doggie style, allowing me to press my sandal down on her still covered back, slamming her against the ground. As her body met the ground again, she screamed, this time begging me to kill her quickly. I simply told her that wasn’t my intention.
I’d spend enough time punishing her, and the sun was getting high over our heads. Soon, she would be roasting on the sand if she lay there: I had to move fast. She was again in a crawling position, almost up on her feet this time. I allowed her to get up, and run a few paces, before grabbing her. She struggled fiercely, perhaps thinking she’d have made it if I’d let her go. As we scuffled, I was surprised to find the younger sister turn up, pulling in vain at my strong arms as they held her slut sister. As I finally began dragging her back, I felt a burning pain in my wrist. The bitch had bitten me!
TO make matters worse, the slut whore, whom I was restraining, used my surprise to break free and run even as her sister remained latched onto my bloody wrist. Smarting under the pain in my wrist, I broke free from the younger girl with a hard punch to her abdomen, before giving chase to my fleeing captive. She did not make it far. For some reason she’d decided that she could make off on my horse. As she learnt to her dismay, the horse was more loyal to me than she had been, and refused to budge. Her clumsy pulling at its reins caused it to land a hard kick on one of her legs, causing her to collapse on the sand. I reached her and landed half a dozen hard kicks on every part of her body, breaking her teeth, ribs and arms. I stopped only when she no longer had the strength to get up from the sand though it was turning her back from a bright red to brown.
Wasting no more time, I kicked her legs apart and freed my member from its confines. It instantly hardened at the prospect of fucking a fresh cunt. Lowering myself onto her, I rammed into her whore hole as she continued to writhe in pain. Like Farhana she could not bear to look into the pure hatred in my eyes, and this time I didn’t force her to. Instead I grabbed her fleshy mounds, smaller than Farhana’s, but bigger than the average cunt you find in those parts. Mauling and pinching them hard, I looked at her face, which was sweaty, bloody and red all over. She seemed to be on the verge of passing out from the pain in her loins and in her back, forcing me to slap her a few times to ensure she felt every moment of her torture.
Meanwhile I’d been ploughing in her pussy for some time. It was tight, warm and had it not been the open desert with its relentless sun, I’d have taken greater pleasure in raping her. Not that I did not enjoy her charms, especially the periodic squeezes on my cock when her already roasting flesh touched more scorching sand, or my hand played with the various parts of her slutty body. Unlike Farhana, she had lubricated easily, which under the circumstances a good thing as it was made fucking her easier.
I picked up speed, my thrusts causing her to rock like a rag doll on the ground, her eyes rolling in her head from the intense pain in her body. On purpose I pressed down on her waist, thereby avoiding contacting the sand myself while forcing her to press down upon it even as my thrusts caused her soft skin to rub against the rough grains. As I approached orgasm, she again appeared to be passing out, and this time I had to grab her nipples, pulling her up by their weight. Any relief this would have given her from the sand was more than made up by the agony in her breasts, for she howled out like a thrashed dog. Her pussy clenched tighter than ever on my cock, asking for her “brother’s” seed. My cock obliged, exploding in her cunt with an intensity which caused the desert and the heat to disappear for a moment as I was lost in pure bliss.
I came for what seemed like an eternity. By the time I was done she had passed out, but had a faint pulse. Not wishing to waste any of our precious water on the whore, I instead pulled her onto the horse like the cunt the day before, signalling to the two sobbing women to follow. They had little choice in the matter, complying with my command like two thrashed donkeys. Satisfied that it was leaving nothing to the desert apart from the shreds of Sahiba’s burqa, I mounted my horse, which neighed in gratefulness. Giving it a small treat for the patience it’d shown, I took the reins. Before ordering it to move however, turned the slut ‘sister’ over, so that her fair tits were replaced by the brownish-red back. Spreading her ass cheeks, I aimed my cock at her rear entrance. She offered no active resistance, still being passed out. Her asshole was surprisingly easy to penetrate, making me wonder if that man had taken her anally as well.
Not bothering about such possibilities, I pushed my hardening cock into her arse. Satisfied that it was indeed inside, I raised her hands and tied them behind my neck. This put her weight upon my neck, but it was the only solution as she wasn’t as short as that other cunt. It had the added attraction of causing an intense pain in her arms when she came out of her unconsciousness. Once everything was ready, I took control of the horse with one hand and my legs, having been trained to fire bows from horseback in this manner. The free hand went to her tit, mauling it as I moved into a trot, resuming the journey across the barren wastes at the head of my “family”.
(to be continued…..)
Written by Pandorius999
(pandorius999@gmail.com)
Constructive criticism and suggestions, including how the plot should proceed, are always welcome. Inconsistencies, if any, are regretted.
Thanks for reading.

Bait and Switch Retype – Ch 09-10

So, I just found DB's original thread, here: http://forum.xnxx.com/showthread.php?t=231610 .
Please feel free to post comments, or ides on how I'm doing with his series.

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CH09

I know where I’m at as soon as the blue light penetrates my eyelids. My eyes fly open, but I’m disappointed to see I’m the only person in the room. The white light douses me, and I can feel my strength leaking from me, as it builds up my body.

"Lela?" I call out, but there’s no answer. In silence I wait for the light to finish its work, and then I’m back in my own bed. I’m worried that she’s still upset with me, and I don’t get much sleep; I’m too guilt ridden.

Robin is in the bathroom when I get up, so I go ahead and eat, while I wait. She takes a little longer than Shanna had yesterday, but I don’t mind too much. Dennis comes out of the bathroom with her, and suddenly I understand what has taken them so long.

I quickly shower and shave, and decide to walk to campus. The sun is up, but the air is crisp, my breath misting thickly from me as I walk.

My phone rings, and I see its Gina, from the Caller ID.

"Nick?" Her voice sounds quiet on the other end. "I think that person is back. Can you come over and check?"

I’m already most of the way to campus, and really don’t want to turn back around to get my car. "I'm sure it's nothing. Just jump in your car, and drive here. I'm sure you'll be fine," I try to reassure her.

"Okay. See you in class?" She still sounds unsure, but I’m glad I won’t need to walk all the way back, and get my car. My first class has a final today, and I don’t want to be late for it.

"I can't wait," I say. But I can wait. After what had happened with Prof. Frankens last night and then having both Gina and Shanna in the same class. . . Well, let's just say that if I didn’t have a final, I would be ditching it again.

The morning veritably flies by, my finals are easy, and I’m usually one of the first ones done. I see Robbie talking with Nicole, and know I don’t need to tell him about her. He actually goes so far as to give me a smile and a nod when he sees me, though Nicole only gives me a disgusted look before saying something that makes Robbie laugh.

I don’t have a class after lunch, having taken that final on Tuesday, so I closet myself in the library, and try to come up with ideas on how to defeat the demons, and casually try various switches on inanimate objects around me. From experience, I know I can create multiple switches at once on a group, but it’s harder on me than making switches one at a time. And the thought of trying to affect an entire fleet of the red beasts. . . Well, that would probably kill me, and I would never even get the opportunity to move the switch, once I make it. Is there something I can do to a few that might affect the rest?

Maybe if they mate like the angels do, I could put all their females in heat. The males would go wild with lust, and the females would have to mate, lest they die. Meanwhile the human race could fall upon them, and defeat them. . .

There are a few problems with that, though. While affecting only the females would reduce the strain on me, it would still be too much. I would also need to notify the government about the aliens, and I don’t feel like being locked up in a loony bin. And then, I am only going off of a guess that they MIGHT be like Lela, which isn’t a good start. Lela's entire species are herbivores, while the demons are pure carnivores. Maybe if I were to change their diet. . . But then again, their food preference doesn’t necessarily mean anything. It’s not likely to work, but for now it’s something.

No further plan occurs to me by the time I have to get to Prof. Frankens' class, and I reluctantly turn my feet in that direction.

Shanna greets me just outside the door, with a smile on her face, and her long lashes batting at me. Had I really thought Gina was that much prettier than her a couple weeks ago? Right now, as the pretty brunette smiles at me, I’d have to say they’re on par. Thinking of Gina, I look around for her, but don’t spy her blonde hair.

"Are you ready for this? I stayed up half the night studying, but I know there will be something I forgot to look up on this final." She seems fidgety as she speaks all in a rush.

"Relax. I have no doubt you'll do fine," I try to reassure her, but she isn't having it.

"Well, we can't all be as smart as you, Nick. I'll bet you played games all night, instead of studying."

"I studied," I tell her defensively. I had listened to Robin's loud cries, and Dennis' grunts more, but I HAD tried to study. . . For a few minutes, at least.

Deciding out of reflex to do something for her, I make a quick switch to increase her memory, and confidence, and budge them both a little, and I see her back stiffen slightly, and her shoulders go back.

“Hmmm,” she murmurs, “I don’t know why, but suddenly I feel a lot better. Thanks!” She gets on her tip-toes and places a soft kiss on my cheek.

She sits right next to me, and I look around again for Gina, but she is nowhere to be seen.

Prof. Frankens has us separate some, putting at least one empty seat between each student, before handing out the tests, one by one. She informs us that there are four different test versions, but when she hands me the question booklet from the bottom of her stack, I see that the answers have already been marked, and then poorly erased. Donna barely smiles at me, before walking on, handing out other tests. I notice a few of the other men in class giving me jealous glares, but luckily Shanna is already going over her test, and hadn't noticed.

I still don’t see Gina.

I start answering the questions, at first verifying the circled answer is the correct one, but after the first ten are accurate, I start copying the book. Every now and then I answer one intentionally wrong; there is no reason to make my cheating completely obvious, even if Donna had handed me this book on purpose. I also verify answers here and there, just to make sure it’s not a trap. It’s not as though I don’t trust Donna, but it’s always better to play it safe, than sorry. For all I know, she might trick me, in order to get me to fail, and then I’d have to take her class again.

About halfway through, Gina still hasn't shown up. She had said she would see me in class, didn’t she? Was there really someone there this morning, and did they do something to her? Or am I just being paranoid?

Dammit, I don’t need this right now!

I start rushing through the test, worried about the blonde bombshell. I can call her as soon as I get out of this test.

Sweat is actually beading on my brow, as I walk up and hand the test to Prof. Frankens. She smiles at me again, and I think she is about to say more, but looks at the class behind me, and just mouths, "Thank you." Despite my stress, I can’t help but catch her sweet scent, and notice how nice she looks.

I try to walk calmly out of class, though I know my steps are faster than a normal walk. As soon as the door closes behind me, I pull out my phone, and call Gina.

One ring. . . Two rings. . . After the fourth ring, it goes to voicemail. Hanging up, I try again, but with the same result. I decide to leave a message this time. "Gina. Just worried about you. Gimme a call when you get this. Bye."

That was my last class, but I would gladly skip any others as I start to walk briskly home. My heart is thudding in my chest as I almost run, and despite the cold, I’m sweating even more as I rush to get to my car.

I only have the faintest warning, before pain explodes in the back of my head, and blackness swallows the snow-white world around me.

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Pain, as always, is the first thing I become aware of. The back of my head hurts almost as bad as the second day with my ability.

A soft sobbing is the second thing to penetrate the haze that seems to fill my mind.

Lifting my head to find the source of the crying, I realize that I’m tied up and naked, as I attempt to move my arms. The room I’m in is dim and there’s no furniture. I can faintly make out holes in the wall, and know that this must be an abandoned house. The only light is coming through the holes in the walls, and a flashlight shining on Gina.

Gina lays hunched on the floor about ten feet in front of me, her hands tied to another post, and just as naked as I am. Bruises and cuts cover her body, all of them fresh, some with dried blood.

"So, you finally wake up," a cold voice says from a shadow. I look in the direction of the voice, groaning at the pain the movement causes in my skull. The voice laughs, and only then do I recognize it.

"Derek," I say, the name hissing through my teeth. Damn, even talking hurts. I fight feebly against my bonds, but they’re rope, and I know my ability can’t affect them. The pain of even this small movement is excruciating.

Gina moans piteously in her corner, and I feel my rage increase, some of it directed inward. I had assumed that Derek's attack would come at me. I didn’t think he would attack someone else to hurt me.

"What do you want from us?" I’m proud of how steady and calm my voice sounds.

"Us? I don't want anything from her, it's you I want to make pay. She is just an innocent, caught in your freakish evil ways." There is laughter behind every word, and it makes me think of the Joker.

For a second I debate on flipping his 'sleep' switch, but that will still leave us both tied up. Somehow I have to convince him to untie us. And in order to do that, I have to keep him talking. I don’t think a 'guilt' switch will work in him, like it had in Gina the last time I'd been tied up.

"MY evil ways? What are you talking about?" How could HE consider ME evil, after what he’d obviously done to Gina?

Derek steps out of the shadows, and into the dim light, wearing nothing but a wicked smile. His dick is hard between his legs, and it wobbles as he walks to where Gina’s cowering. My blood boils as I see the fear in her eyes.

"Why, it’s a good thing I arrived when I did,“ Derek says solicitously. “Unfortunately I’m too late to stop you from raping and killing poor Gina, but at least I got here in time to do you in, freak."

Gina cringes as Derek approaches her, and I spit in his direction, and then moan in pain. I notice he has a condom on, as he bends over, grabs Gina's ass, and lifts it up. She struggles against him, until he smacks her hard, she sobs some more, but stops fighting. I know this isn’t the first time he's raped her today, and that this time it’s just for my benefit.

I can’t stand it. Even if it means staying tied up, I can’t let him hurt her again. I flip his 'sleep' switch, and cry out in throbbing agaony, as nothing happens.

Derek mistakes my cry of agony for one of anguish, and laughs as he shoves himself into the bound woman from behind. Gina cries out, her terror and pain evident, which only serves to make Derek’s smile wider.

I try again to put him to sleep, but the ache in my head is too intense, and I can’t work through it. I slump in my bonds, trying to drive the hurt away.

"No!" Derek screams. "No, you will watch this." Hearing him approach me, I look up in time to see him grab a broom handle and crack it against my ribs. There is a loud CRACK, and I feel my ribs break; breathing becomes a excruciating chore. Spider webs of pure torture blossom from the point where he'd struck me. My scream echoes around the small room well after I run out of breath. "Watch it and weep, or I'll hit you again. You don't have to watch long. She’s pretty loose, but as soon as I'm done, I'll put you both out of your misery."

"You won't get away with this," I wheeze, having a hard time getting enough air.

"Won't I? What is there to get away with? I heard some odd noises from outside as I was walking by, and came in to find you strangling Gina as you raped her. I beat you with this stick, and apparently go too far, and kill you. I'll even call the cops, and sob at the evil I saw in here." Derek cackles, and I know I need to stop him somehow. Joker, indeed.

If only I can get my switches to work. If my head didn’t throb so badly, I’m sure I could do what needs to be done, but there is no chance of that right now.

Derek walks back over to Gina, and flips her to her back, before thrusting violently back into her. Her tits bounce obscenely as the bastard plows in and out of her. He gives me a big smile as his hands wrap around her neck, and I can see her eyes bulge as he starts to strangle her.

"You pansy assed bitch!" I cry, hoping to distract him, but he ignores the insult, grinning at me while he slowly chokes the life out of Gina. I can no longer hear her sobs, as they are also cut off. I can see the stark terror in her eyes as she looks at me, pleading for me to do something. She knows what I’m capable of, which makes the look of pleading in her hazel eyes that much more painful.

I know she wants me to use my ability, but I can’t. It’s just not working right now. "I can't," I sob, as I watch her dying. My head hurts too much. Maybe if Lela were here to heal me, I could use them, but she’s not.

Wait, isn’t she always watching me?

"Lela!" I yell, ignoring the pain in my chest and head at the effort. "Help me."

Gina's eyes slowly close, as her struggles weaken. In desperation, I fight against my bonds, against the pain, needing to get out, to run to her and save her.

Gina's eyes close, and her limbs go limp, and sick, demented Derek blows his load into the condom.

There is a quick flash of light, and I see Derek look away from me.

"What the fuck?" His hands loosen around Gina's neck, but it’s too late. She lies unmoving, as Derek stands up, and grabs his broom handle again.

A familiar greenish-yellow light surrounds me, and I don’t waste any time. The broom handle is flying hard and fast at my head, a blow that will likely knock me unconscious, if not worse, when I hit his 'paralyze' switch. The broom stops mere centimeters from my temple.

I can feel my body tingling, as it repairs itself under the healing light. My ribs knit back together, and the throbbing in my head lessens until it’s gone. I feel the ropes holding me to the post loosen, and then fall, but my eyes are locked on Derek. My sight is filled with a red haze, as I glare at this evil beast. I can’t even think of him as a man.

I see fear in his beady little eyes, and his lips quiver as I step up to him. I glare at the bully, and would have laugh at the drool that leaks from his mouth, if I weren't still filled with hatred and rage. Death would be too good for him, and I don’t think I can kill another human, even in my anger. Besides, I’m supposed to SAVE the human race, not kill it.

The healing light is still on me, and I draw all the strength I can for this switch. Just forming it creates an immediate headache behind my eyes, but the light soon relieves me of it. Pushing the switch is another matter. Even the light can’t keep the mental pain at bay, but a quick glance at the lifeless Gina drives my outrage to a new level. The injustice of what Gina’s gone threw at this monster’s hands, fuels me, and slowly the new switch moves.

Derek's eyes grow large, as what I'm doing starts to take effect. A pitiable wine escapes his throat, and I wonder if he is in pain. I truly hope so. More than any other time in my life, I want to cause pain to another person. Even all the bullying I’d received from Robbie over the years, has never caused a rage in me like the one I’m feeling right now.

I run to Gina, and feel at her neck for a pulse. It’s weak, but it’s there. Then and only then, do I breathe a sigh of relief, and look up to Lela, who is now looking at the nude form of Derek. She is hidden in the shadows, and I can barely make out her form. I wonder what Derek must be thinking as the pink alien faces him.

"Can you heal her?" I ask Lela.

I see Lela's hands move before her for a moment, and the light shifts to cover me and Gina. I watch, still slightly amazed at what this light can do, as Gina's bruises turn yellow, and then fade away completely. The few cuts seal themselves. The only evidence left that she had been hurt at all is the crusted blood that spots her smooth skin here and there.

"Thank you," I say as the light vanishes, but Lela is already gone.

I find our clothes in a pile, near where Derek had come out of the shadows, and quickly dress Gina first. I have a hard time getting her undergarments on, having had a lot more practice getting them off lately, but soon she is fully covered. I dress myself, before standing in front of the motionless statue that is Derek.

I can still hear a weak piteous whining coming from his clenched jaws, as I examine his body. His chest has grown some, his cock and balls shrunk, the condom now hanging onto what is rapidly becoming a clit. Even his hips have widened. The filled condom gives me an idea.

"You will regret today for the rest of your life. If I EVER see you again, I will do much worse than what you are suffering now." I look him deep in the eyes, wanting to make sure he understands what I’m about to tell him. "I hope you enjoy the rest of your life as a weak, mute, woman."

I easily make three more switches in Derek, or whatever her name will be after today; one to make her muscles always weak, one sealing away her voice, and the third to make her more compassionate. I only hope it will serve as punishment. It’s not that I consider women to be weak, but for a person like Derek, I can come up with no better torture. Just for an added kick, I turn up his memory, like I had for Shanna earlier. I never want him to forget this moment. Finally, to add insult to injuring, I grab the condom filled with his spunk, and shove it up her vagina, and turn up her fertility. I’m not sure if it will work, but I figure it can’t hurt. With her new compassionate switch, I’m not worried about her abusing any child.

I carry Gina out the door, and see her car parked outside. It’s not until I’ve started the car, and driving away, that I release Derek from her paralysis, as she is at the edge of my senses. Maybe instead of thinking of her as the Joker, I’ll think of her as Harley Quinn.

I use Gina's phone to call her mom, and let her know that Gina is alright and with me. Her mom seems fine with everything, whether because she is content with anything I do, or because she has no idea what has happened to her daughter, I’m not sure.

I have to carry Gina up to my apartment, but she feels light in my fully recovered arms, and I know my strength is still growing.

Tucking her into my bed, I watch her sleep peacefully for a bit, until I receive a call from Shanna.

I hurry out of the room before answering it, hoping that the Zelda ringtone hasn’t woken the sleeping beauty.

"Hey! You rushed out of class so fast, I didn’t get to ask if you wanted to come over and play games tonight." Her voice is excited, which strikes me at an odd angle after everything that’s transpired this afternoon.

"I'd love to, but I have to work tonight. Rain check?" I try to sound normal, and think I pull it off. I don’t know what I’m going to do with Gina, while I’m at work.

"Is something wrong? You've been avoiding me lately. . ." Uh-oh! Not her too. . .

"I haven't been avoiding you," I protest, but can see how she might think that, after turning her away yesterday and now today. "I talked with you before class."

"Barely. Well, if you say you aren't I'll believe you. I'm probably just being emotional. You know how women get sometimes." And that's when it dawns on me: it’s that time of the month for Shanna. No wonder she didn’t try to have sex with me the other night, and why she'd kicked me out of my room before she got into bed. It’s not that she’s being shy, but hiding what she was going through. Part of me thinks it’s cute.

"I'll tell you what; do you work tomorrow?" I hope she doesn’t.

"No, I have it off. Do you work?"

"No, I have it off too. How about we celebrate the beginning of the holiday break, with a marathon gaming session? I'll even let you win a few this time." Truth be told, she might be a better gamer than me, but I need to tease a little; If only to wash away today's events from my mind, and build my own flagging ego..

"Oh-ho! You're on. I'll trash your ass three ways from Sunday. You better bring your A-game, mister." I laugh and tell her I will, before getting off the phone.

"Was that Shanna?" The voice right behind me sends my heart into my throat, as I feel like I jump to the roof, thoroughly startled.

"Um, yeah," I tell Gina, embarrassed, turning to face her. Her hair is a mess, and there is a wild look in her hazel eyes. Before I can think or say anything else, I’m suddenly gripped by a powerful hug, while she sobs into my shoulder.

"Thank you, Nick. Thank you, thank you, thank you. . ." She continues to thank me, and soaks my shoulder, as I hold her in my arms, thoroughly confused.

Dennis walks in, and wants to know if we need to be alone, but Gina pulls away then. "No, you're fine," and then she tugs me into my room.

She closes the door behind her, and keeps hold of my hand, while her eyes examine me. "I know you saved me, but why did you wait so long?"

I still don’t feel comfortable talking about Lela, so I hedge a little on the truth. "When Derek hit my head, he must have done something with my ability. I had to recover from that, before I could use my switches."

"Oh, Nick! I was so scared, but I knew you would save me. What did you do with that. . . that. . ." She tenses up, and I pull her head back to my shoulder, patting her back.

"SHE, will never be able to do that again, much less talk," I say.

"She?" Gina giggles slightly, and I think it sounds great. "You can really do that?” Then before I can respond, “Do you really have to work tonight?"

"Yes, but you won't be alone. You can come with me and sit in the lobby, or I’ll see if Dennis will stay here with you. I think Robin will be here later, too." I know there is no way Bradley will give me the night off. Not this close to the holidays, and not after he'd already refused to give me this week off to study, and with the economy the way it is, I don’t want to have to find another job. I’m just glad he gave me next week off, so I can see my family. I hate having to leave her, but I really have little choice. I feel like such a heel.

"I don't want to be around a bunch of strangers. Do you promise to come back here when you get off?" There is no mistaking the fearful hope in her voice.

"I promise," I say as she pulls away from me, and gives me a quick kiss on the cheek.

She stays in my room, watching as I get dressed for work.

"You know Shanna has a crush on you, right?" Her question shocks me, and I don’t know how to answer. Finally she speaks up after a few seconds of silence. "I don't mind, really. We aren't official, or anything. I think she is actually kind of cute." She glances over my body, before adding,” And with that body you’re building, I’m surprised more women aren’t chasing you.”

If only she knew. . .

I really don’t know what to say to that, so I just grunt noncommittally, and she laughs. I quickly finish getting dressed for work, and make sure Gina is alright staying here with Dennis and Robin for a few hours, until I get back.

"Just come back to me," she tells me as I walk out the door. She hugs me tight, and I’m almost late because she refuses to let me go.

Work goes by agonizingly slow, my heart in my stomach, except for when Shanna shows up.

"Come to spy, and make sure I‘m not making up excuses, huh?" I ask, as I flip over a filet mignon on the grill.

"I believed you," she says it so defensively, I know she’s lying.

"Oh, so you wanna go back into the freezer, and relive some memories?" I tease, already knowing the answer.

"Is everything always about sex with you?" she accuses.

Oops.

"Sorry, it's just been awhile, and as always, you look gorgeous." She smiles and gives me a peck on the lips, before letting me get back to work. It’s not until she is gone, that I realize she didn’t have the 'happy' or ‘memory’ switches. That had been Shannon. Those vixens!

As soon as my shift is done, I rush right home, using my switches to turn all the stoplights green.

"Is she okay?" Dennis asks me as soon as I walk in. "She’s taking her third shower since you left."

Worried, I knock on the bathroom door. "Gina?"

I don’t hear any response, but I ‘m not sure if she can hear me above the shower. The door is locked, but my ability easily takes care of that.

The mirror is fogged up, and steam is pouring from over and around the shower curtain.

"Gina?" I call again.

"How did you. . . oh, right. . . nevermind." She sounds far away and despondent.

I peek around the curtain, and see her furiously scrubbing her skin with what I have to assume is Robin’s loofa. She sees me, but doesn’t cover up. "Do you have another loofah? I still feel dirty, and I don’t think this one is working." Her skin looks raw and red, making me wonder how hard she’s been scrubbing.

"Gina, stop. You're as clean as you're going to get. Give me the loofah." I hold out my hand to her, and she just looks me in the eyes for a bit, before finally handing it over.

"I know. I know it doesn't do any good. You read about these things, but then it happens to you, and it feels like he is under my skin. No matter how hard I scrub, I still feel filthy." Even as she talks, she’s scratching her skin, leaving red lines where her nails dig into her already raw flesh.

I nod as she speaks, and grab the shower nozzle, rinsing off the soap. As soon as that’s done, I turn off the water, and help her out. She lets me gently dry her, wrapping the towel around her before she hugs me tightly again.

"Oh, Nick. I don't know what I'm going to do. I can still feel him inside me. I want to throw up!" I should never have left her here, I realize, but the mistake is already made, and I need to take care of things as they are now. I have made a number of mistakes, but concentrating on those won’t fix my current problems.

I remember making the memory switch in Gina, and quickly flip it. She calms down a bit, before pulling away, and looking up at me.

"Did you just do that? You made me forget something. I was just thinking about. . . something, and suddenly. . . I don't remember. I can recall everything else, but that one thought is gone."

"You don't need to suffer," I whisper. "Let me help you."

She takes another step away from me, worry in her eyes. "No, don't take everything away. It hurts, yes, but it happened. I don't want to forget that you saved me, nor what you saved me from." I can’t help but admire her strength. Part of me suspects that whatever part I have already deleted was the worst, and she feels as though she can handle the rest.

"I won't take anything else away, unless you ask me to," I promise, and she hugs me once more, the towel falling to the floor between us.

I feel her lips touch my neck, then my chin, as they work their way up to my mouth. "Gina, are you sure you should be doing that?" I ask, not wanting her to stop, but also not wanting to cause her any further grief.

"There is still one place I haven't been able to properly scrub, and there is only one thing I can think of that will get ALL of it. I need you to wash away the last bits of him," she tells me, and I know she isn’t talking about her memory.

I pick her up, and carry her into my room. Robin gives a small laugh when she sees us, and I realized we probably look a sight, me still in my work clothes, and her naked in my arms.

"You smell like meat," she tells me as my bedroom door closes behind us.

"Do you want me to go shower first?" I ask, raising one eyebrow.

"No, I like it. Just. . . just love me tonight," her voice is breathy as I lay her on my bed, and then take off my shirt.

"Stop me at any time, if you need me to," I tell her earnestly. "I don't want to hurt you, ever."

"I know. But hurry. I want to feel you in me. I want to feel all of you, all around me, and nothing else."

I nod, as I drop my pants to the floor, and kick off my shoes.

She asked me to love her tonight, and while I won’t say the words untruthfully, I can perform the actions. I take her slender ankle in my hands, and bring her toes to my lips. She lets out a gentle sigh, as I kiss each toe, running my tongue across the bottom of her sensitive digits.

I massage her calves, as I kiss and nibble the underside of her foot, tickling her arch with my teeth, and making her giggle. I switch to her other foot, and do the same. I can see that her labia are wet and swollen as I do this, and smile at the serene look that is currently painted across her features.

I let my fingers gently glide up and down her smooth legs, lightly tickling as I set them on my shoulders and alternate kisses between them. Slowly I worked my way up her calves, under her knees, around her slender thighs, gently kissing my way up her red legs to her sex. By the time I finally reach it, her juices are dribbling down her ass crack, and making a puddle on my sheets.

Giving it a tender kiss, I let my hands trail up her flat abdomen, and around the swell of her ample breasts. I don’t touch her nipples, as I lay flat on my stomach, and lightly lick up her leaking fluids. Her hips jump as my tongue barely touches her clit.

She grabs my errant hands, and mashes them against her teats, moaning loudly as my tongue drives into her. "Thank you, Nick. Oh, I need this. Thank you!" Her voice grows in volume, as my mouth does its work, bringing her to a gentle orgasm.

Breaking away from her nether lips, I trail soft kisses along her stomach, and sides. Kissing the undersides of her breasts, and then moving my head between her two soft mountains, I press them together, and licked my way up to the hollow at the base of her neck.

I feel my penis bump against her vulva, but make no move to enter her. Instead, I continue my kisses over her left shoulder, even kissing her armpit as I move down her arm, to her elbow, and wrist. When I reach her hands, I kiss her palm, then along each finger, giving each tip a kiss, before returning to the palm, and kissing up the next digit.

She reaches down between us, gripping my member, and moans as she rubs the head against her slit. Her hips hunch against me, wanting me inside her, but I’m not ready yet.

Finishing with her left hand, I bring my head around, brushing her lips lightly with my own, before dropping back down to her other shoulder. She moans in frustration as she tries to capture my mouth, and tries again to get my head inside her, but to no avail. I want to cleanse her body with my kisses, before I enter her.

I give her right arm and hand the same treatment as I'd given the left, and then prop myself up on my hands, as I look down at her. Her hair is still wet, and I realize I will have to use another pillow tonight, but right now I just think how gorgeous she is. There is no mistaking the hunger and desire in her greenish-blue eyes, or the unmistakable soft look of love.

I drop my lips to hers, at the same time I move my hips forward, getting half my cock in her, in one movement. Her mouth hungrily devours mine, in a kiss that is equal parts love, lust, need, and desire.

Her hands grip my ass, and help me set a slow and steady pace, gently sinking my length into her velvety folds. Derek had said she was loose, but her love canal grips me with a force that I almost fear will strangle my cock, if she wasn't so wet. Has Lela’s healing light made her even tighter?

Gina's hands go to my face, as she starts to cum around my rod, pulling me deeper into our kiss, and we both moan with pleasure. The sound of my voice increases her arousal, and she starts to buck under me with earnest.

I pull out of her, and roll her over onto her stomach. Putting my face back between her legs, I lick her juices up from her crack, running my tongue over her asshole. She jumps slightly when I do that, and moans. I kiss both globes of her rear, and then gently up and around her back. She is moaning in earnest by the time I reach her neck. “You taste divine,” I whisper into her ear.

"I want to feel you in my ass," she tells me, twisting her head around to look at me.

"Did he—" I can’t finish the sentence.

"No, he didn’t. But I said I want to feel all of you, ALL over me. Please, Nick. I need this." The sadness, mixed with pleading in her tone, wins me over. “Your tender care is making me feel better.”

I nod, giving her cheek a quick peck, before slipping two fingers down to her pussy. Quickly lubing then up with her juices, I slip first one, then two fingers into her rectum. I intentionally moan each time I do, and feel her shudder with pleasure. When I slip my third finger in, she nearly screams as an orgasm crashes over her sensitive psyche. Figuring she is loosened up enough, I place my phallus back into her vagina to lube it up, then pull out and place it between her cheeks. It takes me a moment to get the angle right, and a bit of pressure to get my head past her sphincter, but we gasp and moan, as I break through.

"God, I needed this! I love how you feel inside me. Pussy, ass, mouth. . . Fuck me, Nick. Fuck me, and wash him completely away." The sadness is gone now, leaving only determination and desire.

My cock is plenty slick from her juices, as is her crack from what had leaked out of her, but I take my time, slowly slipping my length into her colon. Slipping my hands under her chest, I feel her hard nipples between my fingers, as I get the last bit of my prick inside her.

"Fuck me." That one command is all I need, as I pull out, and slip back into her. I hit a frenzied pace, and know I’m getting close. I’m moaning constantly, reveling in the tight feeling her bunghole is delivering to every inch of my schlong. It’s not until her fourth or fifth orgasm in this position that I realize what my voice is doing to her.

Her sphincter suddenly grips my rod even harder than before, and it’s too much. We cum together, as I fill her bowels with my semen, and collapse onto her back, kissing the back of her neck as I unload. It feels like I loose a gallon inside her, by the time my orgasm and aftershocks finally wash past me.

I roll onto my back, breathing heavily, and my skin pebbled with sweat.

She places her head on my chest, and cuddles up to my side. "I think a shower is in order," her soft voice breaks the lethargy that is starting to creep over me, and I groan. Gina shudders in pleasure, and then laughs. "Not for me, though I probably need another one now, too. You positively reek of sex and meat."

We shower together, and I gently wash her body, massaging as I go, and she returns the favor. Dry once again, we step back into my room, accompanied by the unmistakable sounds of Robin and Dennis going at it.

Gina gives me a wink, before stating, "He watched us have sex, I think its only fare we return the favor."

I smile inwardly, and think she is going to be okay after all, as she tiptoes towards my roommate’s door.

It’s unlocked, not that that matters, and already cracked open. Did he intend for us to watch?

Gina cracks the door more, and peaks inside, then turns to me, smiling. My word, but how good that smile looks on her, right now. Opening the door the rest of the way, she slips inside.

Shaking my head, I follow after the blonde. Robin is on top of Dennis, his long cock shoved deep into her cunt, and one of her fake tits locked between his lips. Robin’s long red tresses flow down her back, and I marvel at the strength she must have in her abs to thrust so powerfully atop Dennis. We watch for a bit, feeling myself grow hard again, until Gina indicates she is ready to go.

As soon as we are back in my room, Gina ravishes me again, crying out in sweet release as the day's events are overlaid with my tender care.

“Thank you, Nick. I love you,” is the last thing I hear before exhaustion and bliss overtake me.

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CH10

A pleasant sensation spreads through my body, slowly waking me up. Feeling really good, I think maybe Lela's green/yellow light is on me, but an odd noise fills my ears. It takes a few seconds for my sleep bleary eyes to focus, and I moan loudly as I see what’s happening.

Gina is busily and noisily sucking on my dick. Her lips are stretched taut around my girth, and at the sound of my moan, she looks up at me, and hunger is in her eyes.

She lifts her head from my lap; her soft blonde hair tickling my thighs, "I was wondering how long it would take you to wake up," she smiles.

"Good morning to you, too," I say, returning the grin. "Why don't you swing around here, and I'll do the same for you?"

"Uh-uh, no thanks. I'm a little tender this morning. You just lay back and enjoy. You've already done more than you’ll ever know for me. You were moaning in your sleep. I rather like how your switches affect me." She drops her head back down, and I feel her lips brush the underside of my cock, while her hand holds the other side. She runs her mouth up and down me a few times, then slips my head back between her lips, and slurps noisily. Her tongue works around the rim, flicking it, and driving me crazy with the sensation. It doesn’t take long, before I’m hunching my hips, and blowing my wad down her throat, at the same time my alarm goes off.

She hungrily swallows all I give her, and then milks me for the last few drops before pulling away, and coming up to kiss my nipple and lays her head on my chest.

Gina hears my alarm still going off. Curious, she asks, “That sounds like a sad song. What is it?"

"My alarm,” I explain stupidly, my mind still fogged from sleep and post-orgasmic bliss. “It's from one of my all-time favorite video games. From a sad scene where a character dies," I tell her, wondering what she will think of that.

"Hmm, sometimes I forget you're a geek. You’re such a wonderful lover. . . Are all geeks as good as you?" She props her chin on my chest as she looks up at me.

I laugh lightly, before answering. "I've heard it said that geeks make better lovers, because they rarely get any, and they study how to please their partner for when they get the chance."

"Mmm," she purrs, giving my chin a quick peck, and then laying flat on my chest again, "You do indeed please me. You must have memorized the book." She pats my now limp member, and I laugh again. "Why do you wake up to that song though, if the memory is sad?"

"Good question. I'll have to change it again." I don’t want to explain to her why I had changed it from the Dalek's 'Exterminate' one I'd had before, and am glad she doesn’t ask. Flipping off my alarm with my mind, I untangle myself from her arms and legs. "I'd better get ready for class. I have my last two finals today."

Gina smoothly gets out of my bed, and if she hadn't just given me a great blowjob, the mere sight of her body would have had me ready to go. Recalling all the events from yesterday, I really hope that she’ll be okay. If last night is any indicator, she truly is a tough woman.

Derek, or Harley Quinn, as I want to think of her now, is another matter. I quest my mind out for her switches, and can’t sense them. I feel a little guilty for what I’d done to him, wondering if I’d gone too far, but another glance at the gorgeous Gina, firms my resolve. I hope he gets pregnant, and it’s a tough pregnancy!

Robin has some coffee going when we leave my room, and the two women chat amiably, while I eat my cereal. Dennis comes out of the bathroom, and walks over to me.

"Enjoy the show?” he whispers in my ear, before saying louder: “Hey, I've been meaning to talk to you." I look up at him, curious as to what he wants. "Remember all those people I was telling you about? The ones with special abilities?" Gina starts to choke on her coffee, and Robin has to pat her on the back. Dennis, thankfully, doesn’t notice, as I lock up also. "Well, it looks like there are getting to be more and more of them. And get this, the girl in India who can fly volunteered to have her DNA checked. I guess people are starting to call her a demon, or an alien or something. I dunno. Anyway, she is definitely human. No one can figure out why or how she can fly. The weirdest thing is that these freaks are popping up all over the world. What do you think it means?" I don’t like the term 'freak,' flashes of Harley Quinn saying it yesterday, but decide not to mention that to him.

"I dunno. Maybe it's some vast alien conspiracy to take over the world with super-mutants," I try to laugh as I say it, though I’m afraid it sounds a bit forced. Maybe if I make a joke of it, he’ll think of something else. Thinking of the flying girl, I’m glad that the human race hasn't yet fully mapped out the human genome. I can only imagine what might happen if the wrong government got their hands on the ability to activate superhuman abilities.

My ruse works. "I thought you’d be interested in something like this, not make a joke out of it."

"Sorry," I tell him sincerely, "I am. I actually looked up some of them the other day. I believe something IS going on, but how will I know what it is?" Because I am part of it, I think, but don’t supply that answer to him. “It does interest me. I’ve just been so busy with finals, work,” I glance at Gina, “and other things. Lemme know what you find?”

Gina offers to drive me to class, and this time I accept. "Does anybody else know about you?" She asks as she turns the first corner.

"You're the only human I've told," I say, hoping she won't pick up on the distinction.

"Really? Not even Shanna?" I shake my head. "Wow. Thank you. So. . ." she trails off, and I wonder what she’s going to say next. "You're going to hang out with Shanna tonight, right? I heard you on the phone last night."

I feel foolish and guilty, but I had made plans with the brunette, to celebrate the start of the holiday break.

"Umm, yeah. . ." I reply sheepishly.

Gina laughs and pats my leg, though the laugh sounds slightly forced. "Relax. I don't have a claim on you and I don't own you. Maybe one day. . . But for right now, I'm just glad I have you as I do. You've trusted me with a secret no one else knows, and you've been there for me when I've really needed you." But I hadn't been there when she'd been kidnapped, I berate myself. "How can I be jealous of her?" I wonder if she is trying to convince me or herself. "What are you doing for the holidays?" Gina asks as she changes the subject.

"I'm headed down south to spend it with my family," I tell her, hoping she’s not planning on me spending the entire holiday with her. Not, that that would be any hardship, but I really am looking forward to seeing my mom, and having some home cooked meals. My dad is another story. . .

"Oh. . . Okay. Will you be back soon?" I can hear the disappointment in her voice. While I feel bad for letting her down, there isn’t much I can do about it.

"I'll be gone for about a week, coming back just after New Year's." Part of me hates to leave her for that long, worried about her well-being, but I haven't seen my family since the summer.

Gina sucks in her bottom lip as she pulls into the parking lot. "I don't want to be a pain. . . but. . . um. . . Do think your parents will mind. . . if. . ." I know what she is asking, and am fairly certain my mom won't mind, but want to be sure first.

"I'll see what they say, but what about your mom? Won't she be lonely?" I don’t want Nancy to go without being with her family.

"I'm sure she won't mind, if you're there to ask her. She really likes you. I'm just afraid of being away from you for that long." Her voice has gained a tremulous quality to it. "What if Derek comes back?"

"She can't hurt you anymore. I promise." But I promise to see what I can do. I guess Gina is still healing after all. Thankfully, I still can’t sense any of Harley Quinn’s switches.

Robbie sees me getting out of Gina's car, and while he frowns at her for a moment, when he walks over, he greets her cordially enough.

"I don't know how or what you did, but thank you, Nick." He grabs my hand, and shakes it in a tight grip that last week would have crushed my hand, but this week, mine seems just as firm. "Friends?"

"Friends," I reply, glad to turn this long-term enemy into an ally. And to think, all I had to do was get special abilities, steal his girlfriend, shame him, and then set him up with the head cheerleading snob. Easy!

We go our separate ways, and I head to my first class. Shannon sees me after I’m done with my final, and strolls up to me.

"So, are we still on for tonight?" She asks, and despite how identical she looks and sounds to her sister, Shanna, it takes me a second to realize what she means.

"I have plans with Shanna tonight. Why, what's up, Shannon?" I smile at the shocked look on her face. I’m glad I'd put that switch in Shanna so that I’m able to tell the two apart.

"How did you do that? Even our parents have a hard time telling us apart. . . unless we're naked." I can’t help but grin at her consternation.

"Naked, huh? That might be fun. What's different then?" I have to admit I’m curious. Physically they had both appeared the same, but then again, I hadn’t seen them naked together. . . Just the thought of that causes a rise in my pants.

Her confusion turns to a sly grin before she answers. "I guess you'll just have to find out. See you tonight Nick." She gives my ass a squeeze as she walks by. I turn around and watch her nice ass as she leaves. Is it just me or does it seem like her hips have a little extra sway in them?

I wonder what I'd set myself up for tonight, and a smile splits my lips, and I shake my head in wonder.

My last final is after lunch, so I go back to the library, to see if I can come up with any more ideas for defeating the demons. I start Google-ing for ways that aliens are defeated in popular sci-fi. I don’t think I can create a virus that’ll kill them, computer or biological, and I don’t have some genius pre-teen boy to lead a fleet against them. Somehow I doubt that nukes will be strong enough, and in the end, I walk to lunch and then my last class with no better ideas, than I'd walked in with.

I’m going to have to talk it over with Lela, but she'd left me alone last night, and I don’t know why. Is she jealous over Shanna and Gina? She hadn't talked to me yesterday, both when she’d helped me save Gina from Derek, and when she’d stayed in the shadows, making it hard to even see her. She also hadn’t been in that blue room the other night, when she pulled me to wherever she is. I’m worried that my mistake with her ‘in heat’ switch, might have something to do with it as well. What must she think of me? Probably, that I'm a brutish human, barely better than the demons, and not worth saving.

But, I hope she’s compassionate enough to still want to help save the human race.

I actually have to struggle through my last final, but am glad when it’s done.

Lindsey, Brent's sister, follows me out.

"That was a tough one, huh?" I hadn't noticed her since the night at her brother's party, and the image of her brother crawling on top of her fills my mind for a moment, before I can dispel it.

"Yeah, I think it was my hardest one." I turn to start walking home, but she follows after me.

"Hey, I, um, want to talk to you. About last Saturday?" I know what she is going to say, so I want to alleviate her concerns.

"Don't worry. I haven't told anyone, and quite honestly it doesn't bother me." Especially not after what’s happened with Gina, Nancy, and me. I don’t tell her that it had actually turned me on, also.

She gives me a funny stare for a moment. "Oh, that. Yeah, I’m surprised it happened, too. I never thought of him that way until that night. Thanks for not telling anyone. But what I meant was, about Shanna. That was really her sister Shannon. I've seen them both in gym, and you can tell the difference if you know where to look."

This is twice now I've heard that, and my curiosity is piqued. Just as I get ready to ask her though, she turns away from me, and takes off, yelling, "Thanks again!"

I shake my head as I walk home. That was an odd and very random encounter. But I don’t think about it too much and turn my thoughts once again to Shanna and Shannon. Is there a mole or a birthmark one has, that the other doesn’t? If the opportunity arises, I’m going to find out.

I give Gina a quick call, and she reassures me she is much better.

As soon as I walk into the apartment, I go to shower. Thoughts of being in there with Gina last night float through my head, but I try to douse them as I cleanse. Once I’m all dried off and dressed again, I go through my game collection, pulling my favorites out, before realizing that we haven't decided on where we will have our gaming marathon.

Calling Shanna up, I ask her.

"Well, last time we played at your place, so why don't we do it here?" She asks me. "Besides, I have the bigger TV." I can’t argue with that logic. "By the way, I just have one question."

"Yeah?" I ask, wondering what she wants to know.

"Why aren't you over here yet?" she asks. I laugh as I hang up the phone, grab my best games, and since I don’t know how long I'll be staying, a bag of clothes and toiletries.

Shanna doesn’t live too far away, but the drive seems to drag on, I’m in such a rush to get there. Just as I’m parking, I get a text from Gina, "Have fun tonight, and don't forget me. XOXOXO"

I smile, and am thankful that she’s not trying to control me. I'd thought of her as clingy and needy only a few days ago, but that opinion is starting to change. She seems like a sweet and caring girl, but at the same time, just wants someone to be with her and protective of her; an odd juxtaposition, considering the strength of her character, after her ordeal yesterday.

I feel one of my switches approach the door a moment before it opens. Shanna looks at me, and she is wearing the same clothes Shannon had worn earlier today.

"If you know who I am, you get a kiss." She smiles widely at me.

I decide to play along. "Hmm, let's see. I talked with Shannon earlier today, and she was wearing that outfit, so I'm going to go with Shanna."

"Nope! You—Hey! How’d you know?" She’d thought she had me, but her disgruntled look only makes me laugh.

"I believe you owe me a kiss," I tell her, instead of answering her question.

One side of her mouth quirks up in a half smile, as she bats her long lashes at me. She steps up to me quickly, and gives me a quick peck on the lips. I try to catch her, but she spins away too quickly, and runs inside. “That’s all you get for a lucky guess.”

I smile ruefully as I follow. She hadn't told me what KIND of a kiss. . .

Shannon is setting out Doritos and hands me a Mountain Dew Voltage when I walk into the main room.

"I saw you and Lindsey talking today. Are you two a thing now?" She asks solicitously. I wonder what she is driving at. I’m beginning to see that these two sisters are rather devious, and know that I’m really going to have to watch myself around them.

"No, she just wanted to make sure I knew it had been you at Brent's party, is all." I reply while I crack open the soda.

"One of these days, Nick, you're going to tell me how you can tell us apart," Shanna says, coming out of her room, and pulling down a different shirt. I have to laugh when I read it. It says: "These are not the boobs you're looking for," with arrows pointing to each breast. "So, which game am I going to humiliate you in, first?"

I laugh again, "You pick. That way it will be more humiliating when I stomp you."

Both twins laugh, and I realize that even their laughter is the same. With either one, I think it sounds truly musical.

We spend the next few hours playing various games, and while I hold my own well enough, sometimes the girls team up on me, and then I stand no chance. Both of them are excellent gamers. I briefly wonder how rare it is to find girls as beautiful as these who are also gamers.

As the sun goes down, one of them puts a beer in front of me (I wasn't paying attention to which one, being too absorbed in defeating her sister), and I don’t realize what it is until I take my first swallow. As I’m choking with the unexpected flavor hitting my throat, my game character is defeated.

"That’s a cheap trick," I complain, as I try to clean the beer off my chin.

"Oh, I'm sorry. We thought you were old enough to handle alcohol," Shanna teases, and I realize it had been her that'd given me the beer.

"We can make some Kool-Aid, if you prefer," her sister taunts right after.

Just to show them, I quickly down the beer. Shanna is just within arm's reach, and this time I succeed in snatching her wrist before she can get away. Growling, I use my newfound strength to pull her down into my lap, and start tickling her sides.

"I'll show you what I can handle!" I exclaim, as Shanna goes into hysterics at my tickling touch.

A pillow hits me in the face, a moment before Shannon tackles me, giving Shanna the opportunity to slip away. The attack had been too sudden, and Shannon pulls away as well, before I can get a hold of her.

Shanna is breathing heavily, as she looks at me. She is trying to look cross, but the smile behind her long lashes gives away her true feelings. So does her 'happy' switch.

"I want to play a different game," she says finally, as her breathing comes under control. By her tone, I know she doesn’t mean a different video game.

"What do you have in mind?" I ask my curiosity piqued.

"We go into my room," she says, indicating her sister and her, "and come out wearing something different, and you have to guess who we are, as we come out, one at a time. If you get it right, we have to remove one article of clothing, keep it off, and take a drink. If you're wrong, you have to."

I know I can’t lose that game. "That's not fair. I'll never lose, and you'll just cheat," I exclaim.

"We never cheat!" argues Shannon, but I look at the beer that had distracted me, and the pillow she’d used against me, watching her cheeks flush red. "That wasn’t cheating, that was tactics. I tell you what, we'll mark the inside of one of our hands, so that you can't see it when we come out, but that way we'll have proof when you're wrong."

"You don't understand," I try to say. "I always know who I'm talking with now. You'll never win." They must think I’m just bragging, like I've been doing all night, because they still insist on doing it.

Okay,” I say, “but don’t complain when I’m still dressed, and you’re both naked.” I draw a circle on the inside of Shanna's hand, and an X on Shannon's. The two brunettes walk into Shanna's room, and one of them walks out a few minutes later.

"Shanna," I say without hesitation, feeling her ‘happy’ switch drop as she loses the round. She takes off one of her shoes and takes a sip of beer, before walking back into the bedroom.

Shannon comes out next, without wearing any shoes, but she ends up losing as well. She claims that her shoe is already off, so that counts and I don’t argue. I feel guilty, because I truly can’t lose this game.

Soon enough, both women are completely naked, and slightly tipsy.

"That’s really not fair," Shanna grumps, stamping her foot. "How do you know?"

My eyes are ogling both of their bodies, trying to see the one difference in the two, which has been hinted at more than once today, but can’t seem to find anything. The two are as identical as my eyes can make out.

"Maybe I can read minds," I joke, realizing that I should have thrown a few of the guesses. They had tried every trick they could think of to fool me, but they can’t change or hide the switches in Shanna.

"We've never lost," Shannon complains, and I wonder how many times they've done this. How many other men have been duped out of their clothing, hoping to have a chance at seeing these two beautiful twins naked?

"I tried to warn you. I KNOW." Then I have an idea. "How about all or nothing?" I ask.

The twins look at one another, then back to me, with identical stares. "Go on," Shanna states.

I take a deep breath before I speak. I’m not near as tipsy as they are, and don’t know how they will react. "I understand that there is a difference between you two, that can only be seen when naked. Since you’re already naked, if I can figure out what it is, I get a REAL kiss from each of you. If I fail, I have to down a whole beer, and completely strip."

Shannon's eyes grow large as she smiles widely, and she says, "Done!" a little too triumphantly.

I’m worried that she accepted that too easily. How small of a difference is it? I stand up and approach them, but they back off. "What are you doing?" Shanna demands.

"I have to examine you," I tell her, returning the triumphant smile her sister had given me a moment ago.

Shanna succumbs to my argument, and this time they stand still as I walk up to them.

I run my hands along their stomachs first, but both feel the same: smooth and flat. I walked behind them, and checked out their backs, but still no discernible difference. Not even a freckle or mole on either one.

I cop a feel of each ass cheek, making them both jump as I do it. Walking back to the front, they are both clean-shaven. I heft each of their breasts, and still I can’t figure out what is different. Their legs look the same, their toes, everything. Even their labia are the same shape. The only difference I can find in either one is the switches I'd made in Shanna, and that doesn’t count.

I examine them once more, but with the same result. Finally, defeated, I give up.

"I can't tell. You win." I say. I wonder if they notice the incongruity of what I said. Here I was, easily able to tell the two of them apart thanks to the switches I’d made. But I just told them that I can’t find any physical differences between them. How, then, can I tell them apart? It may be the alcohol affecting them, but I’m not about to complain, when they don’t call me on it.

Shannon hands me my beer, and I down it, before removing my clothes.

"You've been working out!" Shannon exclaims as I disrobe, and I grin at her. Both women give a small sigh when my manhood comes out, neither limp, nor hard, but somewhere in-between.

"So, what is it?" I want to know. "What is the difference?"

Both women bust up laughing. It takes a moment before Shannon can get enough breath to tell me. "There isn't one. I planted that idea in you, to play a trick on you. I even got Lindsey in on it. That's why she talked to you, today." She starts laughing again, and I feel the fool. I had been duped. I can’t be too angry though, because I had cheated on their game too. I just hope they never asked me how I can tell them apart.

"Oh, don't look so upset," Shanna says to me. "I'll still give you a kiss." She places her hands on my shoulders, stands on her toes, and this time the kiss she gives me is a real one. Her tongue slides between my lips, as her arms wind around my neck, and her hard nipples press into my chest. I eagerly put my arms around her slender waist, as I meet her tongue with my own. I had already been semi-stiff from having them naked before me, but now with one of them pressed against me; I’m poking her in the stomach.

"Hey, no fair," Shannon complains when her sister pulls away from me. "He lost! He should be kissing us."

Not one to argue at such a genuine idea, I step over to her, wrap my right arm around her waist, and pull her to me. She squeals as I place my hand behind her head, and pull her lips to mine. She hungrily devours my lips and tongue, while her hands drop down to my naked ass, giving my cheeks a firm squeeze.

Shannon backs me up to the couch, and when my heels strike it, I sit down, heavily. She grins as she straddles my knees, grab my cheeks, and pull my face back into the kiss.

"It's my turn to have him tonight," Shanna complains. "You had him last."

Shannon breaks off the kiss long enough to look her sister in the eye. "It's not my fault you didn’t take the opportunity when you stayed at his place." Part of me feels like a piece of meat. Another part doesn’t care.

"You know why I didn’t," Shanna shoots back, and I’m now certain that she'd been on the rag. Not that I’m adverse to the idea of having sex with a woman during her time of the month, but I enjoy cunnilingus, and I’m averse to earning my redwings!

Shannon ignores her though, as she turns back to me, kissing me thoroughly. Shanna plops down next to us, folding her arms underneath her ample breasts, and pouts.

Wondering what I might get away with, I place my hand on Shanna's thigh, and she doesn’t remove it. I slowly slide my hand up, but before I reach her crotch, she grabs my hand, and places it back further down. Shannon is really starting to moan into our kiss, but I assume it’s to make her sister jealous, as I’m not doing anything more than kissing her.

I decide to try a different tact with Shanna, and grab her right arm. Shannon is still over my legs, and my cock is standing up between us. Pulling Shanna's hand to my stiff member, she fights me a bit, before succumbing, and wrapping her slender fingers around its length. I start to move her hand up and down the length, and after a few strokes, I let go. Her hand continues to jack me off, and I place my hand back on her thigh. A few seconds later, Shanna starts to moan as my fingers rub her clit. I feel no evidence of a tell-tale string.

Shannon pulls away from me when her sister moans, and sees what’s happening. She glares at the hand on my rod, but before she can say anything, I lean forward, and suck one of her nipples between my teeth. I nibble lightly on the stiffened red flesh, and Shannon moans for real this time. I bring my free hand to her crotch, and easily slip my middle two fingers into her already wet snatch.

Shanna, pulls my hand away from her crotch, but her other hand remains on my stick, so I don’t mind. A second later, I feel her hair brush against my stomach just before her lips engulf my cock, and I moan into Shannon's tit.

Deciding to get more comfortable, I tilt my body to the side, moving Shannon's body with me. I move her up until I can taste her pussy, while I lay back on the couch.

"Get that cock nice and warmed up for me, Shanna," Shannon orders her twin. My cock wobbles side-to-side as Shanna shakes her head, and for a second I feel her teeth. She wants it first.

Shanna is devious about it though. She waits until Shannon is cumming on my lips, before getting up, straddling my crotch, and impaling herself on my spear. Shannon realizes she’s been tricked, but I quickly nibble on her clit, and she forgets about it.

Shanna is using long powerful strokes to get me further into her crevice, and pretty soon I feel her crotch touch my balls, and feel that strangling sensation around the top of my cock again. Shanna cries out, and I let my cock twitch inside her a few times.

I move my mouth away from Shannon's pussy, and she looks down to see what I’m doing. "Remember Brent's party?" I ask her.

She knows immediately what I mean. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, you little pervert." Her words are angry, but I remember how wet she'd gotten when Brent started to play with his sister. I go back to eating her out, curious what she will do.

After a few seconds, she gets off my face, and I’m afraid I've gone too far. She brings her lips down near my ear, and whispers, "Only for you, and only because you have such a wonderful cock. We've shared boyfriends, but we've never done anything with each other." She glances at her slowly rocking sister, and I hear her mumble, “I better not regret this.” But, licking her lips, I smile as she stands back up, and sits back on my face; this time turned the other way. I shove my tongue as far inside her as it will go, as she leans over.

I feel a hand at my crotch, and guess that Shannon is now playing with her sister's pussy.

"Shannon, what—" She cuts off as she moans loudly, and he inner muscles grip my cock as she comes. She is breathing pretty heavy, as she starts to talk again. "Why are you. . . That feels good on my nipple. . . What made you. . . Ohhhh, yes, rub right there. Ahhhh, fuck, you know right where to touch me. I think I'm gonna cum, again!"

This time as her pussy grips me, I know I’m close to, and start grunting, as I buck my hips. Shannon shoves her sister off me before I shoot my first volley, however, and swallows my load as it comes out of me. I dive into Shannon's cunt with my tongue, while she sucks cum from me, until she is cumming all over my face as well, her juices dripping from my chin.

Shannon's talented mouth doesn’t let me go limp. She gets off of me, and goes over to her sister, plastering their lips together, and I see my cum switch mouths. If I hadn't already still been hard, that would have done it for me. With the one pussy I hadn't been in tonight free, I stand up, and get behind her. My cock is still slick from Shanna's cum, and Shannon's saliva, and it easily slides into the latter's tight tunnel.

Shannon moans as I bottom out in her, and still have a bit left outside. I notice that Shanna is eagerly kissing her sister, and Shannon actually has a couple fingers in her sister's cunny.

I begin working my hips back and forth, pounding into Shannon, and making her grunt every time I hit her uterus. Shanna comes on her sister's fingers, and a moment later, Shannon lifts her head, to look back at me.

"That's it, stud. Fuck my tight pussy. Pound it hard, and make me cum. Make me cum, while I make my sister cum on my hand. Come on! FUCK me!" I take her order to heart, and slam into her as hard as I can go. On the third thrust, just as had happened with Shanna before, I feel something extremely tight slip around the end of my cock, and Shannon shrieks. "Oh god, that's deep!" She shakes, as an orgasm overtakes her, and her knees buckle. She collapses to the floor, pulling off me with an unmistakable sucking sound, moaning, and shaking, as a small puddle begins to leak between her thighs.

Shannon's hand is still within her sister, but I remove it, as I get between Shanna's legs. I slide into her with ease, not quite going all the way in, and smile as her eyes roll back in her head. Grabbing a breast in each hand, I start up a nice slow rhythm, both of us moaning at our blissful connection.

Shannon finally recovers on the floor, and stands back up. She smiles down at us, and then reaches down to where we are connected and starts playing with her twin's clit. This puts her breasts right by my mouth, and I’m not going to pass up that meal. With a tit in each hand, and another in my mouth, I don’t think life can get any better.

A few seconds later it does, as Shanna cums hard, ecstasy wracking her body, as she twists and writhes against my invading pole, and her sister's fingers. She is moaning so loudly, and gripping me so tightly, I start to cum too. My own body locks up, as I deposit my load into half of this beautiful geek team.

Exhausted, I fall back on the couch, releasing all three tits, and slipping out of Shanna.

I watch through blurry eyes, as Shannon dives between her sister's thighs, and starts to suck my cum out of her sister.

"Oh, Shannon! Yes right there, lick me there. Ohhhh, you know right what to do! Oh, fuck, you're gonna make me cum again. Oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK!" Shanna’s fingers are tangled in her sister’s hair, as she cries out in incestuous bliss.

When Shanna finally relaxes, her eyes grow wide, and she backs away from her sister.

"What made you do that?" She demands. I can’t tell if she’s angry, she’s so out of breath, or just curious, and worry starts to seep into my gut.

"I'm sorry," I tell her, not wanting there to be any bad blood between these two. "I asked her to."

Shanna stares at me incredulously, until her sister speaks up. "I wouldn't have done it if I didn’t want to, Shanna. He might have asked me, but I’ve wanted to do that for a long time."

"But we're SISTERS!" Shanna exclaims. "That's incest!"

"You didn’t complain at the time," Shannon argues in a tone that makes it hard to argue back.

"Yes, but. . . Well, I did enjoy it, but. . . You wanted to?" The anger slowly leaches out of her, leaving only curiosity. "But we agreed to share boyfriends, not each other."

I wonder briefly if this means I have been upgraded from REALLY good friend status, to boyfriend. It also makes me wonder again about just how many times they've done this before. Either way, I truly don’t have any complaints right now.

"I only agreed to that, because I thought that is what YOU wanted," Shannon says, and we all laugh. The two sisters hug each other tightly, until I complain about being left out. Then they both tackle me, laughing, as they attempt to tickle me. With my current strength, however, I easily get the better of the two, and soon have both of them squealing with beautiful laughter. Next thing I know, Shanna turns the tables on me, as she sucks my cock between her lips, and I realize that I've grown hard once more.

The only thing I can think of, as to why I’m recovering so quickly, is that marathon sex session with Lela.

By the end of the night, none of us know where one body ends, and another begins.

And Lela doesn't come to get me again.
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Previous: The Girl Scout-1; The Girl Scout-2 Daddy; The Girl Scout -3 The Tool Man;
The Girl Scout – 4 Tag Teamed ; The Girl Scout -5 Die Bitch Die; Girl Scout 6 -Cum Faced
The Girl Scout-7 HOGTied; The Girl Scout -8 Getting to Know You;
The Girl Scout -9 Sleeping Beauty

Lisa was tied to the exercise bench looking up at this big, tough, mean looking fat fuck, his cock inside her. His bearded face, gold tooth, beard and ragged clothes were a scene out of HELL.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
He was ramming her cunt with his dick. Her arms and legs burned, they were being stretched as he shoved against her.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh Lisa screamed in utter terror.
Jose grabbed Lisa’s thighs almost wrapping his hands around.
He held her tight and thrust deep inside her.
Ahhhhhhh NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Please NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Stop AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Jose leaned forward thrusting as deep as he could. Scream Bitch. Scream.
He grabbed the teen’s firm tits with his hands. He was leaning so far forward he could
Looking her right in the eye as he pinched and twisted her nipples.
Sweaty, dirty, ugly he was fucking her as hard as he could.
As Lisa screamed Jose laughed in her face. He spit her face and watched as the drool rolled off her
nose.

Lamont and Cyrus ate sliders, drank beer and watched the young piece being brutally fucked.
He’s Mean MF dats fo shore.
Ya gotta like him tho.
Yea, but after I ass fuck her I would likd to slice her up, u know, nice and slow.
Peel dat nice white skin off her bitch meat. HA HA
One small slice at a time.
Dats if she makes it. Looks at her, how much more can she takes.
Maybe I ass fuck her to death. Laughs Lamont.

Man I gotta take a piss. Lamont got up and aimed his dick at Lisa’s head sending a stream
of yellow on her face. Lamont didn’t like Jose but he had to admit, he knew to treat the
little white bitch. Jose was really giving her a thumping.

Cyrus pissed in a half empty bottle of beer.
Gots sumptin fo yu t drink. He teased Lisa.
He tried to hold Lisa’s head and force her to drink but she twisted her head violently
trying to keep away.

Fucking bitch. Lamont took his belt and looped through the buckle around her neck and pulled tight.
HA HA look she is turning red. Lamont released the belt, gasping for air Lisa had her mouth wide
open.

Cyrus pushed the bottle deep into her mouth and started to pour the foul mixture down her throat.
Lamont pinched her nose tight.
Drink it, Ha Ha.Drink it you little Slut.
The piss/beer flowed down her throat. The little girl scout piece of fuck meat, tied to the workout bench was taking a big cock fucking and drowned in beer/piss. Lisa started to choke and gag.
She was convulsing. Cyrus pulled the bottle out and put his hand over her mouth.
Desperate Lisa twisted her mouth trying to get free. Jose was going crazy fucking her harder.

Fuck Yes. AHHHHHH. Jose came in her cunt. The cum dripped out the sweet young pussy and down her leg.
Jose slapped her tight young ass. Nice fuck, sweetie. He slapped her ass hard watching the fuck meat
jiggle. Then he twisted her pussy but Lisa couldn’t scream. She was fighting for air at the same time.
Still choking, Cyrus took his hand off her mouth. Cyrus poured the beer over her face. Lisa gasping for air sucked in more beer. Jose watched and laughed. He slapped her cum coated pussy.
She could barely breath, choking gasping. Lisa spit out loads of beer/piss.
Red in the face she threw up, choked and gagged on her own vomit.

On her back the mess coated her face.
HAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Look at da pig, vomit faced fucking slut.
The three men laughed at the white teen, fucked, choking, gagging,
tied to the weight bench.
Lamont wiped the mess around her face.
He looked at the once pouty white teen face, red, coated with puke, tears streaming from her eyes.
He slapped her face hard. White Bitch, git what comin to u.

Bang. Lisa flopped to the ground, her arms and legs untied. The men watched the girl struggle
on the ground.
Lamont grabbed her by the hair and brutally put her back on the bench face down.
Lisa lay on the bench with her arms and legs hanging down over the side. The little bitch was so beat up she could barely move but she could still be fucked.

Semi-conscious, delirious Lisa lay on the bench hoping for any letup in the unrelenting abuse.
She could feel death coming on. Her whole body ached almost beyond description. Many parts were raw exposed flesh from being roped. Her face was swollen from slapping. Her pussy was red and swollen from the rough fucking. Shoulders, knees, wrists, every joint ached.

She was sick from drinking urine. Her mind slipped in and out of consciousness.
There was no way out. No hope. These brutes would not stop until she was dead.

Lamont, Cyrus and Jose stood around the beat up Girl Scout laying on the bench.
Time to do dat ass. Ha, hope she lasts fo dat.
Bruised, battered red, cum splattered, vomit caked the little Lisa didn’t look like
she had much time left.

Lamont sat on the bench in front of her and pulled her head up.

Lisa’s face was beaten up. One eye was almost swollen shut. She had bruises all over her face
He lips were, red bleeding and swollen.
Looking her in the eye. Gonna fuck dat litte white ass of yours.

I’m gonna
WORK IT. WORK IT GOOD.

No No more Lisa begged in a feeble voice. Have mercy on me. Please.
U beg U little bitch, aint gonna do u no good.
Lamont slapped her swollen face with his dick.
See dats what gonna be fuckin yo ass.
I know its tight, fuckin tighter da better.

Cyrus, rope da bitch up.

Cyrus pushed her forward and tied her ankles to the
outside of the weight board. They pulled her up and tied her at the knees to the board.
Her legs were spread to the width of the board. Lamont tied a rope around her neck and then tied her
neck to the weight bar. Her back was angled up and her head up.

Lisa’s arm flayed away but helpless. Cyrus took an arm and twisted it in and then out.
She screamed as twisted harder and further. Then he took her other arm and twisted
it in and then out. As she screamed her stupid bitch head off Cyrus tied her arms together at the
elbows. Finally he tied her wrists.

Lamont looked the bound little slut over.

Lookin Good.

Lamont looked Lisa in the eye again.
Git dat ASS ready fo some HARD BLACK COCK FUCKING.
Ifs I donts fuck u to death, we gonna slice u up.

Lisa was so messed up she could only babble. Everywhere on her body was pain.
She couldn’t think focus.

Tied kneeling on the weight stand, head tied to the bar the white teen looked like
a perfect piece of fuck meat for her captors.

SMAAAAACK. Cyrus let go with a wild belt slap to the tight assed little bitch.
Gonna get it nice a red fo U.
A nice new red welt appeared.
YURE my man. Yelled Lamont.
SMAAAACK. Lisa jumped as the belt bit in hard.
Lamont laughed in her face.
Give her sum mo Cyrus.
SMAAAAAACK. Lisa let out a scream.
Lamont walked over behind her. He put some oil on his stiff cock.
Bitch gonna geit all dem 14 inched sho nough.

A few more smacks had Lisa screaming.
Dat aint nuthin, wiat til U git my cock.

Gonna WORK IT GOOD.

Lamont straddled the exercise bench. Lisa’s ass was slightly below his cock, just right.
Hard, stiff, Lamont held his member in his one hand, her ass cheek in another and started to work the head into Lisa’s asshole.
He pushed twisted and turned trying to get it started.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. He pushed getting in maybe an inch.
ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG. Lisa screamed.
The fear and pain overcame all her other torments.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOo Don’t. NO NO

To Be Continued

Be Careful What You Wish For (Part Two)

Be Careful What You Wish For (Part Two)

Ch. 6
I am Karen McKellen, a 15 year old girl living in south Florida. You may know me as the “Sixth” child of the McKellen kids (despite the fact I am the eldest.) My heathen siblings have managed to deflect all of their flaws on to me… I don’t know how, but they succeed at getting away with murder by blaming me for all the wrongs they commit. My parents, Irene and Steve, are somehow incapable of seeing the obvious. They are blind to the deeds of my three sisters and two brothers. I must have been in the limelight at one point, before the birth of the others. Now I am a fallen angel, doomed forever to reside in the cold shadow of my family’s misplaced wrath… At least that is what I had believed a short time ago. This last summer vacation has quickly changed all of that. Suddenly I am the least of anyone’s concerns. My broken world is somehow spinning even more out of control and I fear it will collide into oblivion very soon. So much darkness has enveloped me in the last couple weeks. I have witnessed the brutal rapes of my sisters, Belle and Tira. They are identical 12 year old twins. I have seen horrors that defy even my own imagination; dark magic that twists misguided wishes into evil incarnations of pain and lust. My entire family has fallen victim to an ancient being, old as hell itself. A demon who feeds on the souls of the innocent by forcing them to wish for things they do not want. Its powers are inconceivable and the worst part is I am to blame. My festering rage against my siblings drew it to me like a moth to a flame. Slowly he began to grant my family’s wishes. He started with Kevin, the next oldest. This is when I found out Kevin is a sicko. Kev wished for control over the youngest (and brattiest), Ella. He gained the power to force her to suck his cock at will. She wouldn’t remember a thing after he came down her tight 9 year old throat. Systematically the demon began granting wishes for all my siblings, sometimes without them even knowing about it. I, on the other hand, always knew when a wish was granted because I could hear his demonic voice ring in my head. All the wishes ended up with someone getting raped or sexually abused… and I was there each time to witness the vicious outcome. Despite this, I have remained completely untouched, physically anyway. My mind is another story…

So here I am, lying in my bed. Downstairs I assume my parents are trying to sort out what happened. I bet there are tears everywhere, tears streaming down the face of my loving guardians and even more tears pouring down the faces of the twins. After all they were brutally raped by a madman barely an hour ago. I had neglected to inform my parents about what had happened moments before they returned home. I was far too tired, so instead I had crawled up stairs to my closet of a room to blackout in peace. Sometime later the demon had made its first real appearance before to finally reveal his plan. I lay here wondering what to do. It had been my hate that had summoned this beast, but I had never wanted all of this! What makes matters worse is it seemed like I was finally returning into good graces with my parents. Now none of that matters. The demon only has to collect one more soul and he will become “unstoppable.” I am not 100% sure what the entails exactly, but I know for a fact it isn’t good. But what can I do? I am just a 15 year old girl… I have never accomplished anything in my life! Furthermore, should I really care if he destroys my family from the inside out? They haven’t exactly down anything for me. In fact, it is because of them we are in this mess in the first place! If they hadn’t been complete assholes to me, I wouldn’t have built up enough hate to summon a fucking demon on accident. And yes, fucking demon is a double meaning! Maybe I should let them all burn in hell! Then again…

Ch.7
“Karen! Karen sweetie, could you come down here please?” my mom calls. I can hear her voice quivering. That is the last thing I want to do. I had witnessed Belle’s initial rape and said nothing. I was too scared I would catch the blame somehow like I always do. It was Tira’s fault Belle opened her mouth long enough to make a wish and considering it was originally Tira’s wish who had caused Belle to get raped and take a vow of silence, it was painfully ironic. Belle’s wish summoned the psycho who had raped her. He ended up raping Tira in her virgin pussy and tight ass, only to rape Belle’s ass as well. I had seen the whole thing.

Now I am supposed to walk downstairs and look my sisters in the eye. If I was afraid of taking the heat before, now I am petrified. If Belle admits to the first rape like she did to Tira and then elaborates that I was a witness to it… They are going to pin me with the fact the rapist returned and sexually assaulted the twins. They will use the excuse that if I had told someone about the act when it happened they could have called the police or at the very least did a better job of protecting their children. What am I supposed to do? Tell them the root of all this mayhem is a wish granting demon? What proof do I have? John and Kevin have both seen it and know what it is capable of, but they will never admit it; least of all to our parents, especially considering what their wishes were.

“I can’t stay here,” I sigh. I know I must avoid confronting my parents until I know what to do. I’m sure the world will go to hell just fine without me. I search desperately around my room sweeping my gaze over everything. “Everything” is a rock-hard cot, a tattered straw basket with a few pieces of clothing strewn in it, and a window slot about the size of a toaster oven. I let out another sigh.

“Karen?” my mom tries again.

“Uh… Coming mom,” I reply, trying to sound as upset as possible. Unfortunately it is a terrible attempt at acting. I know I can’t stall for much longer, but there isn’t an escape route in this room. I brush a strand of my dark golden hair from my emerald eyes. I’m going to have to sneak out the back door.

I open my door as quietly as possible and slide out into the darkened hall. I creep through the corridor trying hard not to cause too much squeaking from the wooden floor. I ease past Ella’s door. Suddenly memories of Kevin’s wish flood my brain. I recall spying on Kevin as he tried out his dark gift for the first time. I remember watching Ella suck my brother’s cock and drink his hot, sticky cum. I shake my head and continue forward. I reach the stairs and gaze downward. I can catch a glimpse of light coming from the living room. The stairs lead down into the kitchen directly adjacent to the living room. The back door is opposite the entrance to living room on the far side of the kitchen. It is going to be a challenge to sneak past the congregation in living room disappear out the rear entrance. I manage to make my way down the steps without making too much noise. I reach the landing and get a visual of the door. I can hear the hushed voices of my entire family in the room directly behind me.

“Fuck it,” I think almost out loud. I make a mad dash for the back door, wrench it open, and dart into the warm summer night. I continue running briskly through my back yard. I spot the garden shed. More flashes of obscene sex surge through my head. That is where Belle was raped the first time. The weather from that fateful day is nothing like tonight. Tonight the air is clear, the moon is full, and the breeze is steady. It’s a perfect night to escape the hell hole that is my house. My assumption is that it won’t be long until it is literally a hell hole. For a moment I almost feel remorseful, but then I remember how even after all of the shit that has happened my family still wants to bury me under the blame. They are all lost and just don’t know it yet. I refuse to go down with them. This is one thing I will not bare the cross for.

I don’t run far before I realize I have absolutely no clue where I am going. I hadn’t really thought that far ahead. My main goal was to avoid the nightmare that is my family. I stand in the middle of someone’s lawn, the well-trimmed sod torn a little from where I had treaded on it. My thin white tee-shirt is already soaked with my sweat. Florida is a humid place, even my jeans are wet. I look around, a little light-headed, trying to figure out what to do or where to go.

“That way works,” I finally mutter realizing I need to get lost and fast before someone finds me. I start running again in a random direction.

Eventually I find myself on an abandoned golf course. At this point I am exhausted so I slide into one of the sand hazards and out of view. I rest in the yellow-white sand and let my eyelids close slowly.

My eyes flutter back open after a while. I try to lift my hands to rub my tired pupils, but find I can’t move any of my limbs. I quickly begin to panic, thrashing violently trying to break free of whatever is restricting my movement. I soon find to effort futile and quit trashing. My eyes finally readjust and I see a tall, shady man towering over me in a black trench coat. It’s him… The demon!

“Nice to see you are awake. We have got to stop meeting like this,” The man chuckles. Well, he isn’t exactly a man and he doesn’t exactly chuckle.

“What do you want from me?” I demand in a ragged voice. The demon has a wide brimmed hat on and the bright full moon casts a shadow concealing his entire face. Only the shine from his beady eyes is visible in the dark.

“What do I want from you? Do you really want to know the answer to that?” At this I remain silent. “It would be so much easier to show you anyhow… Not to mention more fun,” the demon smiles revealing a set of gleaming fangs that glow in the moonlight as he utters these words. It begins to bend down towards me. I can’t see anything physically holding me, but I can’t move nonetheless. The demon gets closer to me, lust burning in his eyes. I renew my trashing to no avail.

“Stop it! Let me go!” I cry.

“Nonsense! I’m just getting started!” The creature begins to pull at my sweaty jeans attempting to wiggle them free of my body. Slowly, but surely the pants slide off my panty covered ass and down my pale legs. Before long they have been completely removed along with my shoes and socks leaving me in nothing but a worthless white tee shirt and my plain white cotton panties. I can hear the gurgled laughter of the beast resonate in my head once again as he unzips his black trousers and discards them. From the darkness I can make out a form growing bigger and bigger. I already know it’s his monster penis. Honestly, I am surprised I made it this far unscathed. I suppose it was inevitable. I wait nervously to lose my virginity to a hellspawn. The demon cock protruding from the things pelvis just continues to grow in size until it is about as thick and long as your average baseball bat. In the moonlight I can make out that it is solid black and rigid, with what appear to be large cyst-type-things all over it. I can feel warm, salty tears roll down my face. I sob quietly as the beast takes his position. I am half certain he can kill me just by fucking me with his “cock.” He is unsettlingly close now. I finally take into account the smell he gives off. He smells surprisingly like burning wood and spices. It is a strong, but not unpleasant scent. It’s odd the things that run through your mind when you’re about to be raped to death. I have given up pleading, I know it is useless. I just wait for the black meat stick to sink harshly into my tight virgin insides.

It begins by rubbing its monster penis on the inside of my bare leg. It makes sure I can feel just how hard and rigid it is. I can see what looks like radioactive waste oozing grotesquely out of the tip. The green sludge sticks to my thigh as the demon pokes his cock into my leg. He is dangerously close to my panty covered innocence now. The unbearable heat radiating off his dick warms my crotch.

“Are you ready to become a woman?” the monster asks. I shake my head vigorously in opposition. “Too fucking bad!” I let out a high pitch scream as it enters me.

I spin my head around in confusion.

“Wha… What just happened?” I inquire to the wind.

“Oh the look on your face was worth all the damned souls in the world,” I hear a voice say. I turn and see it is the trench coat wearing demon, his hat still pulled over his face.

“I thought…” I begin.

“You thought I was gonna fuck you! I know! It was priceless,” the demon answers. I am beyond confused at this point. I realize I have regained control of my limbs and decide to stand up on shaky legs. I am still clad in nothing but my undies and tee shirt. I gaze at the full moon then over the green of the golf course. I brush some of the sand off my back then refocus my gaze on the demon.

“Why didn’t you… Why didn’t you rape me?”

“I just wanted to mess with your head because I knew it would be hilarious. I’m a demon, I get off on that shit.”

“But…”

“But what?” the demon cuts me off, “You and I are on the same side darling. You summoned me, remember?”

“Not on purpose!” I assert. The demon’s eyes glint again in the darkness. I catch another glimpse of his monstrous grin.

“Does it really matter? Can you honestly say you don’t love the hell I’ve subjected your siblings to? No… You love it. Before I came into your life you were miserable, wishing, PRAYING for a better existence. I can give you that! I can give you whatever your heart desires. All you need to do is ask.”

“No! You… You just want my soul so you can be complete,” I retaliate. The demon shakes his head.

“My name is Galvio… I am a powerful Djinn, a wish demon. I feed on the souls I collect from those I grant wishes to.”

“Why are you telling me this?” I ask.

“Just give my proposition some thought,” Galvio finally says, “If you want to live a shattered life in the afterglow of the rest of your family then be my guest. But, if you want to be something great; if you want to be eternal and get back at those miserable excuses for relatives of yours… Well… You know what to do.” With that the demon vanishes into a wisp of smoke, rising into the moonlit night. I think back to when I first saw him outside my house from my bedroom window; how after he granted Kevin’s wish he just walked away. I remember thinking he should have turned into a cloud of smoke, as proof he was a genie. Now look at me, standing in my underwear in the middle of some unknown golf course all alone; gazing at the fading, smoky remnants of a Djinn. I collapse back into the sand pit and once again shut my eyes. I drift into a peaceful slumber and for a moment I am without a care.

Ch. 8
The blazing sun harkens me awake. I blink repeatedly in the morning light as I sit up. My back is sore from sleeping the ground. I find my pants and shove my legs back into them. I need to get out of here. There isn’t any telling how close my parents are. By now they have likely notified the police… So I’ll have to be extra careful.

I leave the green course and head in the first random direction my feet take me. I have no idea where I am. I have even less of an idea of where I’m going. Somehow I end up at my school campus after walking for about an hour. I am getting hungry, but I don’t have any money and I don’t want to draw attention to myself. I look around the campus. It is summer break so it is nearly deserted, however, some younger kids like to come and hang out here. Today it appears as if it’s just two young girls who look about Ella’s age riding their bikes around in the school parking lot. I shrug and head for my secret spot.

Whenever I get free time during school I always go to this secluded spot hidden between two of the buildings. It is completely out of view, surprisingly roomy, and always shaded and cool. In the sunshine state that is a huge plus. I ease into the only entrance and rest my back against the far brick wall. I let the shade wash over me, dispelling the unforgiving Florida heat. I catch my breath and collect my thoughts; what should be my next plan of action?

“Holy shit! There is already a bitch in here,” I hear an excited voice say.

“No fucking way! We bagged three sluts in one day? Fuck me!” another voice spouts. I snap out of my trance like state just in time to see two skinny punks make their way into my hideout. They push the little girls who had been riding their bikes in the parking lot in front of them, successfully blocking the only escape route.

“Look at all these holes! Fresh for the taking!” the first one gasps in amazement. He is a little taller than his counterpart, with a greasy brown mop tucked under the knit cap atop his head.

“No shit! We’re gonna need to grow some more dicks, huh Pentz?” the second, shorter one says. He has longish black hair that his just as greasy looking. He has to keep pusing it out of his dull eyes.

“You said it Jonah,” the one who is apparently called Pentz agrees. These guys are as dumb as they look, but they do have us cornered and I doubt my co-victims can put up much a fight.
“Why don’t you get the hell out of here before I call the cops,” I finally pipe up, trying to sound confident in my own words. Pentz and Jonah train their gazes on me before busting out in laughter.

“Pentz, tie this skank up with that rope in your backpack. I’ll make sure our other playthings don’t get away.” Pentz nods and lurches toward me. I raise my fists. Pentz just grins at my pathetic attempt at self-defense and plants a punch square in my gut, knocking the wind out of me. I fall to the ground, gasping for air. Before I can do anything my hands are tied firmly behind my back and my ankles are bound together. This is my third time being bound and forced to witness rape.

Pentz makes his way back to Jonah and they bicker over which preteen they want to deflower first. To my horror I learn that they don’t want to have one each, but instead want to tag team on one girl and then the next. They are going to force each girl to take two cocks at the same time! For the first time I take a closer look at the girls. They may be even younger than Ella! One wears a cute little blue mini skirt and a collared shirt. She has brown hair and brown eyes, much like Ella. The other girl is wearing pink shorts and a matching tank top. She is blonde with hazel eyes. Both girls are significantly smaller than their attackers.

Eventually the dynamic duo reaches a decision. They plan on taking the girl with the skirt first. Then they will play with her little blonde friend. They look at me again and lick their lips. I shiver. They tie the other girl up and set their sights on the brown headed one. Tears are already streaming down her petite face and her torment has yet to begin. Both goons lose their trousers and boxers, revealing their sizable pricks. They give them a few strokes and they spring to life, hard as rocks. Like vultures they descend on the defenseless virgin planning to scavenge her innocence away forever leaving nothing behind.

It happens quickly, viciously. Pentz pounces on the young girl and flips her in a flash. She finds herself on her stomach, weary of what is to come next. The boney thug slides his greasy palms underneath the child’s tiny skirt and comes back with his prize: the girl’s tight, cotton panties. He brings the garment close to his face and inhales deeply. Pentz shutters with anticipation.

“Oh… This bitch is gonna be sooooo tight!” he exclaims.The brunette lets out a pitiful squeak and her tears continue to flow.

“Yeah, yeah, but her moist mouth is gonna feel even better around my throbbing cock!” Jonah states. The pair can’t restrain themselves any longer. They need to be inside this preteen.

Pentz repositions the girl so he can get to her cunt. Meanwhile, Jonah gets in front of her. She meekly stares up at her assailant. He gives her a sleazy grin.

“Here it comes!” Pentz lets out. He forces his hard dick into the child’s dry, virgin pussy.

A shrill scream escapes her thin lips only to be quickly muffled by Jonah's prick. The
greasy punk rams his member into the girl’s untouched throat making her gag and choke as he moans in ecstasy. All the while Pentz is exciting countless futile shrieks from his victim as he pummels her tight hole, relishing the feeling that only comes from stealing someone’s virginity. The small girl is utterly helpless… as am I. All I can do is watch her cruel and unusual torture. I can hear the crude sucking noises caused by Jonah shoving his cock brutally into the brunette's wet gullet. A can see the blood trickle down her legs as Pentz slams into her over and over again. I can smell the sweat. I can feel her agony resonating clearly into the summer air. Her friend sobs uncontrollably. She watches wide eyed as the other girl;s onslaught continues. She is painfully aware that she will soon be next.

The brown headed girl’s screams sound like pained grunts with a dick jammed into her mouth. They become more and more frequent as her rapists pick up pace. Her blue skirt is now stained with her own virgin blood. Her drool oozes out the corners of her mouth and around Jonah’s penis as it goes down her throat.

“How damn her mouth is fucking hot! I can hardly take it!”

“You think that feels good? You should fuck her fucking fuck hole man!” Their rape toy only adds forced cries to the thugs’ charming conversation.

Nearly ten minutes pass and I can tell the goons are close to finishing with the first young girl. Their pace gets quicker and quicker and their poor victim grunts louder and louder, her small form struggling immensely to take two large cocks at once. Finally the duo begins to cum. Pentz shoves hard into the girl’s tight pussy and ets wave after wave of his white goo fill her womb. Soon after his friend finishes cumming, Jonah begins to spew his hot slime down the brunette's moist throat. She i forced to swallow shot after shot of the disgusting man fluid. Her big brown eyes shed a continuous stream of tears. Once the two have ceased cumming, they pull out of their abused meat and take a break.

“That was intense,” Jonah sighs. Pentz nods in agreement. The young girl lays defeated on the ground, coughing up cum and sobbing silently. Her friend’s fear has reached its peak as she knows it won't be long now until she is subjected to similar torture. She cries violently, pleading in a high voice for mercy. Apparently they think mercy is another word for disrobe and rape me. Because after a minute of rest that is exactly what the pair does. The second girls clothes disappear in a blur and she is shoved into the hard cement ground.

“I want her mouth this time!” Pentz declares. Jonah doesn’t appear to have any qualms with this notion.

“Fine,” he begins, “I’ll just rape this bitch up her tiny virgin ass. I’ll make her scream into your cock. I’ll make her fucking wish she was never born.” Jonah glances at the girl in question and smirks.

“You ready to bleed little girl?” Pentz asks. The tiny female shakes her head vigorously back and forth to signal her disagreement, but her actions are not headed.

Pentz slaps the girl making her cry out. This gives him the opportunity to stuff his cock in her small orifice. Her cries instantly become muffled by the hard meat in her mouth. She is crying harder than her friend had been moments before.

“Suck!” the thug commands. Unlike his counterpart, Pentz wants to make his prey work for their punishment. Instead of just ramming forcefully into her throat, he’d rather subject her to even more embarrassment. The girl mumbles some objection that is only met with another slap and another command. Reluctantly the girl begins to pathetically slurp on the grungy penis in her mouth. I can only imagine how she feels. I feel worse and worse by the second. How can I be so useless? I almost hope they rape me at this point. How else can I justify witnessing this brutality? If I am not a victim… then I am a victimiser.

The true victim right now is the little girl in front of me. I can make out the awkward wet sounds coming from her forced blowjob. Pentz dick goes in and out of her mouth as she slowly as she works to get him off. Jonah watches… waiting for the perfect time to destroy her ass. My mind drifts back to Ella. I think of the curse my brother has over her. I reflect wistfully. Everything that has happened this summer has been my felt. In some convoluted way, the rape of these poor girls is on my hands.. and still I can do nothing. A lone tear streams down my face.

My attention is re-focused on the scene in front of me when I hear a blood curdling scream. Jonah has finally decided to penetrate the blonde’s tight ass. Her hair flies out from her face with each brutal thrust as Jonah buries his stiff cock in her nether regions. Pentz has relinquished his previous campaign and resorted to plugging her throat with his thick member. This pair has shish-kabobed their second virgin of the day. This time they are even more ferocious with their rape! They have synchronized their rhythm so that they both plunge their dicks in at the same time.

“Uhm! Uhm! Uhm! Uhm!” the girl’s grunts grow louder and more erotic with each painful thrust. Her eyes bulge open in fear and agony. Saliva drains out of her mouth as blood pours out of her ass. I can see Jonah’s dick grinding in and out of her backside, tearing her tender flesh, making her scream into Pentz’s erection.

After a lifetime of watching the brutal episode it finally reaches its climax. Pentz thrusts deep into the back of the blonde’s throat and empties his cum into her. She chokes and gags as she is made to drink all of it. Pentz pulls out of her tortured mouth only for Jonah to replace him.To the girl’s horror she is forced to swallow yrt another led of cum. This time, however, she must also taste her own blood and shit. She wretches violently as her tummy bulges with the seed of her tormentors. The duo laughs as their hands collide in victory and amusement.

Ch.9
After the thugs have rested a little they turn their greedy eyes on me. Their mouths spread into wicked grins as they advance towards me. I watch helplessly as their dicks begin to grow hard again. I brace myself for the inevitable… I am finally going to get what I deserve. I am going to be raped.

“Karen! Karen Mckellen!” voices cry out from around the corner. The blood drains from the faces of my attackers.

“Oh shit!” Jonah mutters, “It’s the fuzz!” Pentz and Jonah retrieve their pants and make a hasty escape. In a second they have disappeared leaving me and my two broken counterparts alone in the alley-like passage. Moments later the cops arrive at the hideout and gawk at the nightmarish scene.

After being untied I tell the cops everything that had happened. After I have finished with my testimony they inform me that my family has been worried sick about me. Upon hearing this I am hit with another pang of guilt. But somewhere amongst that guilt is a hint of anger. Now that I go missing they care about me? I am torn between my feelings. I don’t know what to do. My thought drift once again to the Djinn. Galvio…

I am placed in the backseat of a police cruiser and escorted back to my home. Once again I have escaped certain sexual demise at the cost of others’. I can't take much more of this. The cop car pulls into my driveway. I am numb. The last thing I want to do is confront my family. Hell! Its why I ran away in the first place! I am let out of the car. The officer doesn’t walk me to the door. Instead he watches intently as I make my way up the walk, slowly and deliberately. I reach the entrance to my house and go inside without taking a second glance at the cop. I figure I might as well get this over with. A haven’t taken two steps inside when I am swarmed by my family. They hit me with a sea of varied emotions. They express their anger over the fact I made them worry. They express their joy from my return, their sorrow. I don't know if I should be flattered or sick. I listen to them scold me only to turn around and shower me with signs of relief. It goes on for an eternity…

Finally they let me go back to my room to rest. Apparently they think the stress of the “twin situation” is what led me to run away. I am fine with them believing that. It beats the truth any day. My room looks the same as when I left it, then again it has only been a day since I ran away. I smile slightly when I realise how terribly I failed at escaping. The school was an obvious place to search for me. Then my smile fades. Damn cops! Why did they have to show up so late? If they had found me earlier those girls could have been spared! Just like that my anger returns. I get mad at myself for causing this horrible scenario. But wait… I am not the root of this evil. If my parents weren't so blind and if my siblings weren't so corrupt then… Then I would have never had a reason to summon a demon on accident. I think of how quickly the twins sold each other out. How Kevin forced Ella to blow him against her will. I have witnessed first hand the selfishness of my so called “loved ones.” I have seen them toss their souls away for a cheap trick. They deserve nothing better than what they get.

“I wish I was free of my family!” I mutter under my breath. Nothing happens. My rage boils higher and higher. I say it again, this time a little louder. Still nothing. The pressure in my skull intensifies and my sight turns red. I scream the wish at the top of my lungs! I feel dizzy and I nearly fall down, but there he is… Galvio.

“Why, hello dearest,” he chants cooly. I blink rapidly as I try to steady myself against my bed. The demon leans against the corner, his hat down low.

“Hello,” I respond wondering if I made the right choice to call him.

“I see you have come to a decision. You wish to be free of your family, right?” The way he says “wish” sends shivers down my spine. I am suddenly aware that I am still in the cloths from last night: skimpy white tee-shirt, jeans, underwear…

I eventually nod in agreement. I am ready to be free of those cretins.

“Good! I have just the thing in mind.” The demon’s eyes begin to grow eerily as he utters these words.

“What does that mean?” I try to ask.

The demon responds with, “Wish granted!” There is a blinding flash and then everything dissolves into darkness. And I am free… for a moment.

Ch. 10
I wake with a start. My head is fuzzy and I can’t recall where I am. Slowly my senses return, but I soon realize something is terribly wrong. I try to make out my surroundings. Everything is tinted in haze, but I think I am in my room. Yes! There is my window slot… and my bed… and… Me. I am watching myself sleep. My chest rises and falls steadily. I try to look at my hands, but I have none… I am outside of my body. The WISH! What did he do to me? What is going on? I’m not dead. My body is still breathing. So what then?

I hover aimlessly in my room for ten minutes, just watching myself slumber peacefully. I am freaking out on the other hand! I can’t move. I can only pan my vision and even that takes a tremendous effort. I have resigned to staring at my motionless form in the hay dark. Nothing.

Then… Something! My body moves! It sits upright on my cot, cranes in my direction, and grins. Is that what my smile looks like? Yikes. I try to call out. Try to call to my possessed body, but nothing happens. Instead it crawls of the bed and begins walking out of the room. I am compelled to follow, like I am tethered by some unseen force. I watch “myself” walk down the darkened hallway. My form stops at one of the small oak tables we keep pictures and memorabilia on. It grabs something off the table and heads a little further down the hall. My sight is still clouded and wispy, I can’t quite make out the object. I am pulled along with my body down, down, down… Down to Ella’s door. It must be late because there doesn’t appear to be a single light on in the house. My body carefully pries my little sister’s door open and creeps inside. I too am forced to enter the room. What am I doing? Why can’t I control myself? I remain answerless as I observe my body act with a mind of its own.

Ella’s room is dim, lit only by a tiny night-light in the corner. My distorted vision can focus a little now. I can see what “I” am holding. It looks like a slender glass vase. It is sort of bulbous with a bottleneck design, starting very narrow at the opening and getting slightly bigger at the bottom. I can see Ella as well, her tiny form shrouded in a thin fleece blanket. The night-light throws an eerie shadow on the powder blue walls as my body inches towards Ella. I watch as my free hand takes hold of the fleecy and gently drags it from Ella’s body. Ella is wearing a lacy yellow nightgown. It has ridden up as she slept revealing her pink cotton panties. My body crawls tentatively onto the full size bed. I witness in horror as my hands grab hold of Ella’s girly underwear and pull the from her skinny legs. The panties are balled up and inserted into Ella’s small mouth. Finally I figure out the purpose behind the vase. Now that my sister’s nine year old pussy has been exposed my form parts Ella’s legs, covers her panty filled mouth, and places the neck of the vase against her virgin opening. Without even gracing her with the most basic of lubricants, “I” slam the ornament deep into Ella’s tight virginity. Her eyes pop open and grow wide. She lets out a scream that can be heard even through her elaborate gag. She stares up in shock as she realises her attacker is her sister. She stares up in brutal agony as she feels the hard glass rip through her innocence. Warm, salty tears begin to well up in my sisters big, brown eyes. They roll down her cheeks in dramatic liquid streaks, staining her bed sheets. I can hear her girlish cries of pain as she wails through the panties in her mouth. My possessed body plunges the vase deeper and deeper, harder and harder into poor little Ella’s slit. Virgin blood trickles into the clear glass and onto the bed. A wicked grin permeates my visage… Only it isn’t “my Visage”… Not anymore. Now I am just an apparition who is cruelly bound to the the body that is no longer mine, forced to witness the unspeakable torture of my youngest sibling.

I don’t know how much time passes. My sister’s rape at my hands and my inability to do shit about it is killing me… What is left of me. The glass fuck tool wrenches in and out of Ella’s destroyed pussy. It is painted in her warm blood now. Ella must have lost her voice. Now she only squeaks as her body lurches forward with each thrust. After a millennium of brutal assault my body finally ceases and tears the vase from Ella’s torn insides. It throws the bottle-like glass aside. I watch as it clatters to the ground and rolls across the floor, leaving a trail of my sister’s blood in its wake. Ella shakes and whimpers as tears continue to stream down her petite face. My body pulls the panties from little Ella’s mouth. They are soaked with her saliva. I stare in shock as “I” unball the underwear and proceed to slide them back over Ella’s abused crotch. My form fixes Ella’s nightgown, throws the fleecy back over her, and leaves the room just as quietly as it entered it dragging my ghost-like state with it. I catch one last glimpse of Ella writhing in pain on her bed before I am forced to leave her… Alone.

Ch. 11
Glittering sunlight filters into my room stirring me from my restless slumber. I bolt upright from my cot and thrash my head around anxiously. Was it just a dream? I look at my hands effortlessly. I am me again… I get out of bed and change briskly. I thrown on some fresh panties, a plain skirt, and a purple button-up. I desperately need a shower, but it’ll have to wait. I rush out of my room and pace down the hall. I stop abruptly at Ella’s door. My heart sinks. My head pulses. I push the door ajar and peek inside. Ella is asleep on her bed under a thin fleece blanket. I gulp. There is only one way to be sure. I tiptoe into the room and scour the floor… Then I see it. The bloody vase! Oh my God! It really happened! My eyes sting as they tear up. Why is this happening to me? I flee the room and dart into the hall. I smack into something hard and fall back with a thud.

“Look at us! Running into each other again! How quaint. So, how do you like your wish so far?” I look up as the tall man finishes his question. Galvio… Trench coat and all.

“You! You did this? Yous stole my body and tortured my sister?”

“Why yes. Yes I did. But I was only granting your wish you see?”

“I… I didn’t wish for that.”

“Maybe not exactly, but I like to take a little creative liberty with my work. You know that. Don’t worry. You will be ‘free’ of you family. I promise.”

I can’t believe this is happening. I have played right into Galvio’s hand. He has won. He has my soul now and he can do whatever he wants with me. I am his slave.

The Girl Scout -11 Lights Out – Dark Ending

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Lamont straddled the exercise bench. Lisa’s ass was slightly below his cock, just right.
Hard, stiff, Lamont held his member in his one hand, her ass cheek in another and started to work the head into Lisa’s asshole.
He pushed twisted and turned trying to get it started.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. He pushed getting in maybe an inch.
ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG. Lisa screamed.
The fear and pain overcame all her other torments.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOo Don’t. NO NO

Cyrus watched. The ultimate, a young white piece of ass being fucked by a big Black Man.

AHAHAHAH. Lamont was red in the face panting, pushing.
Dis Bitch be da titest I ever had.
The head of his dick disappeared into her ass meat.
Man fuck dat ass, yelled Cyrus.
As Lisa screamed, Cyrus slapped her face.

Lamont had her ass cheeks in his hands as he slowly thrust trying to work his cock deeper in
the virgin teen ass. With his entire weight behind him he pushed forward moving a little
deeper with each thrust. His hands wrenched her ass as he tried to gain the leverage he needed.

Jose was captivated by the teen titties swaying as she was being fucked.
He squeezed, slapped and pinched them as she knelt helpless.

Cyrus pushed his thumbs into the corner of her mouth to hold her mouth open,
held her head in place and pushed his cock into her mouth.
Gagging the ass fucked white teen had a black cock in her mouth and one
in her cute white ass.

Tied by the neck Lisa was choking.
Every time Lamont slammed into her ass her head jerked.
Cyrus held her head in a vice like grip as he face fucked her.

Slap Slap Jose was slapping her tits.
Jose was tantalized by the firm young teen breasts.
He strained his neck to suck on the tit meat. One in his mouth and the other in his hand.
He sucked as hard as he could and bit into the nipple.

Smack Smack, Lamont was slapping her ass.
AHAH Lamont pushed in now half way. Lisa tried to scream but was choked by Cyrus.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Lamont kept fucking her ass, Each time his cock would move a little deeper.
Finally his full weight behind him
Lamont pushed his cock all the way in bottoming out at his balls.
Slurp Slurp he started a steady ass fucking rhythm.
The hard big 14” BLACK COCK was reaming out the tight white teen ass.

Fuck Ya, dats it, now dats what I am talkin bout.
Lamont and Cyrus looked right at each laughing as they fucked the little bitch.
Big black cocks in her mouth and ass, Lisa hung to a thread of life.
Her neck was tied to the bar choking her.
Cyrus grabbed her hair, his cock deep in her throat.
U gonna die Bitch. The mad man was pounding her ass harder and harder.
His thick 14 inches felt like it was in her stomach.
Smack. Smack. Her ass was being slapped time and again.
The cock was so deep in her throat she thought the two might me together.

Cyrus pulled out his cock and shot his load over Lisa’s face.
He cock slapped her mouth again and again. The cum coated her swollen eyes
and dripped down her face.

Please Please. Her pitful pleading was fading.

Jose got up and took Cyrus’s place.
Ha Ha, my turn while you steeeel aaliive.
He looked at Lisa and saw only a little response. Her eyes mostly swollen shut were glazed over.
Man theeese Bitch just about had it.

Jose spit in her face and rubbed his hand around her swollen lips.
Lisa’s head jerked. Jose looked into her one good eye, he could see the fear, the pain.
He smiled. Got your attention now.
He ran his fingers under her lip, pinched and twisted. Lisa emitted low guttural groans.
His fingefs ran over her swollen eye that she struggled to keep open. He spit in it and
then slapped that side of her head hard. Her eye closed for good.

Looking at her in her one good eye.

Thee last thiiing you will see is my big cock.

He took his cock and rubbed against her swollen lips and then in her eye.
Her body and head jerked with every fucking her ass took.
He pulled her mouth open with both his hands and shoved his cock in her mouth.
He was deep in her throat, his cock throbbing, fucking her mouth.

Lisa’s eye began to roll. Everything was out of focus. The lights were a bright blur.
She could see the men in uniform walking up
to the front door. Her mom was crying, Buster at her side. .
She could feel the cock in her ass THROBBING. Everything began
to swirl around.
The warm spring day, the words, On Behalf of a Gratefull Nation.
She tried to breathe but felt the semen in her throat.
Her head shook again and again as she was face slapped.
People were yelling at her Dad, calling him a killer.
Vomit was coming up her throat and through her nose.
Everything went dark and then white again.
Her teacher called them murderers. She saw her Dad walking
toward her. She could hear Mr. D’Angelo, we are all proud of you.
The light got brighter. Images flashed, a coffin, a flag…………………………
Lamont was still inside her, screwing her ass.
Grunting and groaning, fucking the girl who was almost gone.
The lights streaming through glass stained windows.
A white dress. May crowning.
Baseball game outing.
A wrenching pain, slamming, slapping, her ass, pussy inside.
Jose pulled his cock out. Jose wiped up some mess off her face
and shoved it back down her throat. Then he stuck his cock in her mouth
for another face fucking.

LIGHTS OUT BITCH. Yelled Cyrus.
Time fo U to go. Times out, Lights out. Bye Bye Bitch

A Hand over her nose. Rope tight around the throat

Bright flashes of light.
Throbbing inside her. Lamont came inside her ass. She could feel the cum.
Ahhh, she could feel the cum running out her ass.
Lisa was limp. There was only dark. The struggling was stopped.

LIGHTS OUT BITCH laughed Cyrus.
Man, I think you did it, fucked her to death yelled Cyrus.
She not breating? Can’t see any.
Man, gotta be said, dat was da best ass fucking ever.
Never better. Fuckin A: man.

Cyrus cut Lisa down and she flopped on the floor without a movement.

Lamont kicked her, fuckin Bitch, get up.
Cyrus kicked her but no movement.
U think she is dead. Don’t know, maybe.
Lamont kicked her again.
Cyrus knelt down and slapped her face. Nothing.

Fuck it. Lamont took his cock and pissed on her.
Cyrus was jacking off, shooting his cum on Lisa’s body.
All dat white cunt is worth. Lets watch some TV, cleanup dis trash later.
The white trash bitch lay there, motionless. Raw, beaten raped.
Jose knelt down picked up her legs over his shoulders and pushed his cock inside her.

Lamont and Cyrus just lay back on the couch, laughing.
Look at dat shit man, one last fuck while she warm.

Yea when he’s done we take out dat trash.
Yea, take out da White Trash.
Maybe wese do some slicing first, jst fo da fun of it.
They looked over at Jose, he was humpings Lisa’s body, swearing at her, slapping her face.

Dats if dat Mfer ever gits done fuckin da body.
One sick Mfer dats fo sho.

Man , OH what a night.
Got dat Right.

The Do-gooder MILF

Joan was a woman at our church. You know the type. Every church has one, the perennial
Do-gooder. She has a hand in everything, teaching the kids, help seniors, fund raising, donuts and coffee and anything else.

I am not sure when I started to be interested in her and certainly not sure why. She had that used to be hot look but was really forty and frumpy. But there was that smile and she was hands on. I remember the first time she put her hand on my shoulder, I got that feeling, tingling.

Her hair is shoulder length but doesn’t do anything, it either needs to be washed or just washed and hanging there. Her body has little too much her and a little to much. Her breasts look pretty large.
Her butt is a little full and the thighs are chunky. Her face is cute for her age but never made up.

I think it was an interest in a used-to-be. Hard to describe really. Just a lot of fantasies going on.
I mean what was she like when she was 13? 18?

It started as a little curiosity but became a full obsession. I would go to church when I knew she was there. I joined a club that she moderated, hung around for the free cookies in the basement. I found out where she lived and would drive by her house.

My boys started to realize something was going on. I have three sons in their late teens and early twenties, Terry, Barry and Tom. Terry 21 noticed my change in behavior. I guess it was no secret to them.
AT breakfast one day.——————-
Dad, what is up with church all of sudden.
Looks like he is keeping up on good old Joan.
Milf action Dad?
I didn’t know what to say.
The boys just laughed and smiled.

About a week later I went to the church basement with the boys. Joan was there and the boys just gave me the look. Joan came up to me and put her arm on me.
How are you?
It was all I could do to get keep from grabbing her.
I am helping at a summer camp for youths, I hoped you could volunteer?
I would love too. (Volunteer my cock up your pussy I thought.)

Later at lunch the kids were razing me.
Lots of luving Dad. Good and Chunky, Good and Chunky.
Little could I know the kids were thinking of her too.
It got a lot worse. I would fantasize about Joan all day.

One day I got an Email from my oldest, Terry.
It was a kidnapping story with the subject: Give You any Ideas Dad?
I started to think of Joan that way.
The boys would make comments.
One morning I woke up and found a photo of Joan the boys had taken
and it was covered in cum.

That evening we were sitting around after dinner.
Terry said. I think we should kidnap the bitch.
Yea we can each fuck her. Yea Dad, fuck that fat ass.
I’d like to tittie fuck her. Yea we could double team her.
I thought they were just talking, you know fantasies, but…………

Barry found stories online about kidnapping and torturing MILF’s.
MOM’S I’d like to FUCK.
That was Joan. The talk got more intense. Talk of bondage.
Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck Her Fuck Her.
That was all I could think about.

We started to call her the Do-gooder.
Fuck the Do-gooder. Fuck her hard.
Bang the Do-gooder.
The planning started to get more real. There was no decision. It was hard to tell
whether it was all fantasy or was this a real idea.
Obsession wouldn’t describe it. We started buying things. Talking about how and where.

I found the kids working on things. There were metal frames. Electrical devices.
It was fun, I was spending lots of time with the boys.
I think it important to spend time with your kids and have common interests.

Finally one day Terry said. We are ready Dad. We can do it.
Lets grab the Do-gooder Bitch.
We put our hands together. Lets do it.
The excitement was intense. We were actually going to do it.

We had decided to get her at the food pantry where the Do-gooder worked.
There were no cameras. We would trunk the fucking Do-gooder right where she volunteered.
She wouldn’t know what hit her.

We had a Plan-B. Grab her at the senior center. The fucking bitch helped there too.
Dad we will help ourselves to some MILF pussy. I would be out of town and the boys would grab her.
We had built a special room and it was well equipped.

We got together. Do we all want to do this. We are all in. No second thoughts.
Do-gooder. Do-gooder. And we all laughed. We were all in.

The plan was in motion and I went away just in case I was questioned.. Of course, I heard nothing.
I got home and went down to our secret room.
I went in and they turned on the lights.

THERE SHE WAS. THE DO-GOODER MILF TIED UP, SPREAD EAGLED.
The signaled me to keep quiet.
I was trembling. I couldn’t believe they had done it. I wanted to hear everything.

It turned out the grabbed her after a homeless dinner where she was helping.
No parking lot cameras and she got out late.
PLAN C. A stroke of genius.
The cops would probably pin it on some hapless homeless fuck. Hey, not my problem.

There she hung, helpless, spread-eagled on a special metal pipe frame the boys made.
Her arms were stretched out at 45 degrees above her head. Her legs were out
at 45 degrees with her feet barely touching wooden blocks.
The boys used chains to tie her at the leather cuffs. When she moved they jangled, adding to the excitement.

I looked her over, I was trembling. The boys hadn’t touched her. They wanted me to
Be first.

Virgin meat.
FIFO as Tommy called it. LOL

Joan hung there in the clothes they grabbed her. She was hooded.
A heavy black hood, tied around the neck with a small mouth opening.
She had on a tight orange para-olympics t-shirt. How many things can one Do-gooder volunteer for?
Her breasts looked very ample and she had a small belly bulge.
She had on blue sweat pants, A little tight showing off her extra curves.

I walked around her looking. She could tell someone was there.

Who is that? What do you want? Let me down. Stop this.
I ran my hand along her ass. She pulled away.
Stay away from me. I looked at the boys. They gave me a thumbs up.
Big grins.

I never have been prouder of my boys. They did a great job.
I ran my hand up and down her thighs, on the inside up to her crotch.

Who is that? You have to stop. You can’t get away with this.
She kept pulling away. I smacked her on the side of the head.
I didn’t say anything but she got the message.

I wanted to fuck her so bad but I would take my time.
Slow and hard. LOL
As I moved around her, her head twisted and turned trying to follow me.
I ran my hand on her belly, then up and over her breasts.

Quickly my hand went between her legs. She pulled away but I kept at her.
I signaled the boys. Time for them to get in on the action.
I stepped back to watch. They were all around her. Three pairs of hands
all over. Stroking, petting, grabbing, pinching.

The Do-gooder bitch was crying, begging pleading.
One was to the front of her, the other to the back. They were rubbing up against her

DRY HUMPING the Bitch. They never said a word.
I was so hard I had my cock out stroking it. I walked back up to her and pulled up
her tee shirt. I kissed her through the small opening in her hood.
Tommy, my youngest was behind her, his crotch up against her ass.
I kept rubbing my cock up against her belly. I was kissing her hard, my tongue in her mouth.
Tommy was up against her, his hands reaching around grabbing her breasts.

To Be Continued

A Revision Of 'Girlfriend's First Domination Experience'

"Baby, are you sure you want to do this?" I asked my girlfriend as she undressed. She was wearing a hot pink tanktop with a lace trim, short black jean shorts, black fishnets, and no underwear. She smiled, but I could see the fear in her eyes.

"Of course I do, Felix. This is the stuff you're into, and I wanna make you feel good," my babydoll replied, now completely naked, her eyes and voice nervous; she sounded..breathy. I felt my dick get hard as I looked her up and down.

Her platinum blonde hair reached her tight little ass, and she had this cute slightly trimmed pussy, and when spread, it was pink and obviously tight. She had C-cup tits, and her nipples were small, and a perfect pink, with a little barbell through each. It was a glorious sight to see.

"Alright, but I get a little mean when I get into this," I warned, giving her one last chance to say 'no'.

"I understand baby," she said and got on the bed.

I went to the table behind me and pulled out four pairs of handcuffs and a ballgag. Her eyes widened but she said nothing, and I fastened the ballgag made of perfect material: squishy so she wouldn't break her teeth, but solid enough to keep her screams muffled, if need be. I then proceeded to handcuff each limb to a bedpost, her legs spread, her pussy already glistening with juices of excitement. My demeanor changed, and I was in the zone.

"You've been a naughty little tease, haven't you?!" I exclaimed, walking over to her. She nodded, shaking a little bit. I struck her tummy, leaving a big red hand print. "I don't think you deserve Daddy's cock," I muttered, smiling as I took off my shirt, my slim body complete with faint abs visible to her.

I went back to the table and brought out a lighter and candle. I lit the candle and moved it around, the flame licking the sides and melting the wax. I strut over and started to pour the burning wax over her tummy, moving it up to her nipples. She tried to cry out and jerk away from the pain, but I had already taken the correct precautions. I smiled at her pain, my dick harder than ever at seeing my cute little tease of a girlfriend handcuffed and gagged.

I kept pouring the hot wax on her nipples, burning them. A tear rolled down her face, and I started to feel a little bad. But not really. I wiped away the tear, a brief loving smile on my face. I peeled the wax from her now sore and hurting nipples, and rewarded her with my mouth, gentley sucking and nibbling to soothe her.

Then it was back to business.

I went to the bag and pulled out a small vibrator, turning it on and shoving it inside my girlfriend's wet pussy. She moaned and I pulled her gag away, replacing it swiftly with my dick, throat-fucking her hard with no mercy. She gagged a lot and my dick was soon coated in a thick layer of her saliva.

"You're going to be glad I made you gag so much," I muttered and got off, undoing her ankle-cuffs and positioning my wet cock at her asshole. She cried out and I noticed I forgot to put the gag back on her. Too lazy to do it again, I grabbed her panties from the ground and shoved them in her mouth, re-positioning myself at her asshole. I shoved my dick inside her, almost cumming at the tightness.

"Jesus Fucking Christ," I moaned, and started fucking her tight little ass. The moans I heard through the panties were a mix of pain and pleasure, and I reached over and pulled the panties out of her mouth, grinning as I pulled out slowly and then SLAMMED my cock right back in. She screamed, music to my ears, and I started fucking her ass harder than before.

"Felix, I-" she started to say, but I dug my nails into her thighs.

"Master, or Daddy," I growled as I kept fucking her.

"Daddy! I'm gonna cum!" she screamed, and I felt her ass tighten like a vice as she came. The fact that she had chosen that word from the two options gave me a bit of a sick fantasy of her as my sweet inexperienced daughter.

I pulled out and smiled, proud that I hadn't cum yet. I reached a couple fingers in her pussy and pulled the vibrator out, tilting my head curiously as I shoved it in her ass. She moaned, still slightly spasming from her rather large orgasm. I grinned as I got up and pulled a couple clothes pins from the magical bag, and walked over to clip them on her hurt nipples. She whimpered and I smiled wider.

"I'm gonna fuck your delightful little pussy, and then we can stop for the day and go shower, okay?" I said, and she nodded, shaking. I smiled, then changed my mind, taking off the clips, and handcuffs. I pulled out the vibrator from her ass, turning it off and dropping it on the ground. I laid down and pulled her on top of me, squeezing her hips hard. My nails dug in and left little red cresents.

"Ride Daddy til he cums, alright?" I almost purred, seeing how vulnerable and nervous my babygirl looked after all of the fun. She smiled and nodded, positioning her delightful little pussy over my dick and dropped down, both of us giving a moan of pleasure.

I put my arms behind my head and watched my cutie girlfriend ride me, slowly at first, building up speed. I got to the point where I knew I was going to cum very soon, and I put my hands on her hips and fucked her from the bottom, hard and fast, til I felt my balls tighten, tingle, and my cum start shooting into her pussy, and that set her off too.

We both came hard, and she fell onto my chest limply, my now-softening dick still inside her. "Thank you Daddy," she whimpered, exhausted. "You may call me Felix now honey," I said, and picked her up and laid her next to me, asleep.

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