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The Monday after the most embarrassing night of her life blew in with a storm, the skies gray and cloudy, just like Gracie’s mood. She’d sat at her desk for hours, working with the determination of a machine, trying to keep her mind off of one thing. Or one person, to be exact.



Mitchell Caldwell.



It wasn’t the humiliation that had kept her tossing and turning for the last two nights, but a man she’d only seen for a matter of moments. A few moments that had captivated her to the point of obsession.



Gracie wasn’t worried about her reputation or that of her firm. The threat of a lawsuit had squelched the gossip that had been circulating. If anything, business seemed to be up. She’d received a few interesting emails with indecent proposals, a dozen roses with a card that contained a marriage proposal, a singing telegram and a dozen messages from John begging her to return his calls. She’d gotten her partners to pull their accounts from John’s bank and invest with a competitor. He’d do anything to get them back as clients. Even apologize. From what she’d heard through office gossip, it wasn’t only their accounts that he’d lost since the previous Saturday.



It was petty revenge, but it felt damn good.



Gracie jumped in surprise as a crash of thunder rattled the glass in her office window. Being on the nineteenth floor had never made her feel very safe. The time had gotten away from her, and it was already way past dark. The rain was coming down so hard that she couldn’t see two feet outside her window.



She shut down her computer and shoved her files in her briefcase. The Texas weather was too warm for a coat, even a raincoat, so she was thankful that she’d gotten to work early enough that she’d found a parking spot in the garage. Getting soaked to the skin would have just added misery to an already miserable day.



The elevator took her straight to the bottom, not stopping at other floors along the way, as almost everyone in the building had already headed home for the evening. Her heels clicked rapidly on the cement as she made her way to the lone car parked under the yellow light in the far corner, and her hand clutched her briefcase and handbag in a tight grip. Her heart was racing, and she had to squelch the urge to scream every time the thunder boomed overhead. Images of a large glass of wine and a hot bath were the only thoughts in her mind when a hand clamped over her mouth and another wrapped around her waist, effectively clamping her arms to her sides.



Gracie bit at the black-gloved fingers and screamed when he uncovered her mouth, no doubt cursing the pain she’d caused him. The instinct to fight back overtook her and she kicked out behind her, feeling the hard flesh deflect her foot. Her attacker was silent through it all, wearing down her strength patiently as he dodged her blows. It had seemed like she’d been struggling for minutes, but in truth it had only been seconds. Her screams had gone unheard and she was truly alone with an attacker whose strength was far superior to her own.



The last thought that went through her mind before the sickeningly sweet smell of chloroform assailed her nostrils, was that John Johnson would pay for this.



#



Gracie remembered vaguely that she’d ridden in a van. To where, she had no idea, but every detail mattered. When she’d woken again she was lying on something soft, probably a mattress, in a room as black as pitch. She couldn’t see anything, but she could still hear the rain pouring outside. Did that mean it was still the same day?



Her mind was fuzzy from the drug and a headache pounded just behind her eyes. She tried to lift her hands up to rub away the pounding, but they were restrained. Panic overtook her, and she had to consciously slow her breathing for fear of hyperventilating and passing out.



Gracie cleared her mind and tried to think of the facts. She’d been on her way home from work when she’d been attacked, she’d been drugged, she’d woken briefly in a van with a hard metal floor, it was still raining and her hands and feet were tied to what she assumed was a mattress. Any way she looked at it, she decided the outcome couldn’t be good.



The opening of the door sped her controlled breathing up once again. It wasn’t the sound of the door that let her know that someone was in the room with her, but rather the lack of sound. The pregnant silence settled over her like a thick blanket, suffocating her until she wanted to scream just to fill the void.



The footsteps of her captor weighed heavy as he made his way to her side. “Have no fear from me,” he said. He knelt beside her on the bed and lifted her head in his hand. The cool water splashed against her lips and she drank greedily. Her mouth felt like it had been stuffed with cotton.



“Slow down,” he ordered. “You don’t want to make yourself sick. Open your mouth for me.”



“Why?”



“I have aspirin for your headache.”



When she didn’t comply, he stuck his finger through her clamped lips and pried her mouth open, dropping the two pills in. He held her nose and poured the water down her throat until he was sure she’d swallowed them.



“Don’t make things difficult on yourself. There is no need for you to be in pain.”



“Then untie me,” Gracie demanded.



“The bonds do not hurt you,” he said, checking the padded restraints just to make sure.



“Someone will look for me,” she said. “You can’t just take someone against their will and not expect there to be consequences.”



“But this is your will, isn’t it, Gracie.” He whispered the words so they were a caress along her skin.



A satin blindfold was placed around her head, and she almost asked what the point was since it was so dark inside the room, but the she heard the scrape of matches and saw the dim glow of light through her blindfold. Gracie heard a small click and winced as she felt a cold blade glance across her skin. It was sharp as it sliced through her clothing as if it were nothing more than paper. Her suit was tossed aside, no more than trash now, and her undergarments were given similar treatment until she was laid bare before her captor. She let out a breath of relief when she heard another click and the blade was put away.



“Beautiful,” he whispered as he ran his finger from the tip of her breast to the top of her thigh. “I’m going to give you a choice, Gracie. We’re not strangers. I felt the passion in you from the first moment and knew that we’d be together this way. But if you want what I have to give you, you have to take a chance.”



Mitchell. But what if it wasn’t really him? Was she willing to take that chance?



“What do you have to give me?” she asked.



“My cock buried deep in your pussy and as many orgasms as you can stand.”



His promise sent desire to her clit and she could feel her nipples pebble. “And what is the alternative?”



“I’ll let you go. And you’ll never see me again, except in your dreams.”



Gracie held back a cry of distress. She couldn’t bear the though of never having his touch again.



“No, don’t release me,” she said, panicked as she felt him begin to unclasp her restraints. “I want what you have to give me.”



“Very good,” he whispered.



She shuddered as his mouth came down over her nipple. The warmth of his caress and the gentle pull from the suction of his mouth was almost enough to make her go over the edge. Then he bit her, gently at first and then increasingly harder, until she did scream with a climax. His warm tongue soothed the pain with long strokes until she sighed in contentment.



She gasped as something cold touched the still tender nipple and she whimpered in pain when something clamped down onto it. Hard. And then the same thing was repeated with the other one. The clamps sent jolts of pleasure straight to her clit, and she had another small orgasm before her captor could work his way down her body.



“Please. . .” she begged.



“Please, what?”



“Tell me what you’re going to do to me.”



“Whatever I wish,” he answered as he closed his mouth over her most sensitive spot.



Gracie could do nothing but moan as she felt him open her nether lips with his fingers and kiss her intimately. His tongue circled her clitoris and then delved inside her, and he repeated the process over and over until she was writhing beneath him and pulling at her restraints.



“I’m going to come,” she panted.



“Mmm, I hope so. You taste so sweet. I want you to flood my mouth with your nectar.” He flicked his tongued one last time against the swollen nub and sent her spiraling over the edge.



She screamed out her release. “Stop, stop, it’s too much. Ohmigod. Please,” she didn’t know what she was asking, only that the sweet torment continue.



Gracie sighed as he slowed his assault and gently lapped at her still throbbing pussy. The sensations continued though when he pushed his finger slowly inside her, all the way to the hilt.



“God,” he groaned. “You’re so tight. Do you know how good you’re going to feel around my cock?”



Gracie protested as he pulled his finger out, but moaned when he quickly added a second and began slowly penetrating her again. Her toes curled when he curved his fingers up slightly and hit her G spot. It had been eight years since a man had found her G spot, and it had been an accident that time. The pleasure intensified as he flicked her clitoris in time with his fingers, and before long she was thrusting against his mouth and his fingers with another climax.



She might have passed out for a minute or two, but when she woke the restraints were being taken off her legs.



“What about my hands?” she asked when she realized he was going to leave those in place. “I want to touch you.”



“No, you want to be dominated. Held captive. You will not touch me with your hands until I say so.”



With the restraints gone from her ankles she was able to bring her legs up higher, expose more of herself to him. She waited in anticipation for what he would do next. The sound of drawers opening and closing caught her interest, but she was soon distracted as she felt the weight of his body back on the bed.



“Pull your knees up to your chest and open yourself wider to me,” he demanded.



Gracie felt the cool gel on his finger and yipped at the shock of it. It warmed quickly, and when his finger touched the puckered star of her anus, she relaxed her muscles as her worked his finger inside. He repeated the process slowly, gathering more lube and then slowly penetrating a finger, then two fingers, then three, until she was prepared for whatever he had in store for her.



“Relax,” he told her.



She did as he asked, but still tensed as the felt something hard penetrate her ass. It was large and ridged, and every bump and ridge was received with a gasp of pleasure, until it was pushed in to the hilt and her bowels were full.



“Oh, God, it’s huge.”



“Put your legs down and keep it inside,” he told her. “I’ll punish you if you don’t keep it in.”



Gracie felt his hot breath along her skin as he made his way back up her body to her lips. The kiss was carnal and wet, and she tried to wrap her legs around him and take him inside of her, but he wouldn’t let her. He pinched her nipple in punishment and she whimpered.



“You’re getting greedy, slave,” he said.



She felt him move up so his legs were on either side of her torso, and the weight of his cock rested against her chin. He cradled her head in his hands and positioned her so her lips touched the salty tip.



“Open you mouth,” he said.



Gracie complied, hungrily, and they both groaned as his cock entered her mouth. She relaxed her throat as he began fucking her mouth, slamming himself against her face. She swirled her tongue around his tip every time he pulled back. His pace became frantic and frenzied, and he held her head still so his cock completely disappeared inside her mouth.



“God, yessss,” he groaned.



Gracie felt the force of his come as she did her best to swallow it down. She drank every drop and flicked her tongue over his sensitive underside, making him jump with pleasure. She kept him in her mouth a little longer, amazed that he was still very hard.



“That was amazing,” he said as he collapsed beside her.



She felt him move until his weight was no longer on the bed. He positioned himself at the foot of the bed and then slowly turned her until she was on her hands and knees.



“Mmm, that’s a beautiful sight,” he said as he ran his fingers across her cunt, making her shiver with need. “Can you imagine what you look like right now? Your ass is in the air with a giant dildo shoved in you to the hilt, and your pussy is gaping open just begging to be fucked. I can’t wait any longer,” he said, positioning himself behind her.



Gracie felt the head of his penis brush against her nether lips. She was already so full from the dildo in her ass she didn’t know how she was going to take him as well. Her breath caught as he pushed his length into her in one thrust. Her breasts rubbed against the sheets of the bed with every thrust and the clamps on her nipples sent tingles to her core. She squeezed her muscles around him with every thrust, trying to prolong her pleasure, but the sensations against her nipples, in her ass and her pussy were too much for her to take. She came in a gush, her juices soaking the bed beneath them.



“Oh, fuck yeah,” her captor yelled. “You are so fucking hot.” He pulled out of her and she heard him rummaging around in another drawer.



“I can’t take any more,” she cried.



The slap of a paddle against her bare bottom changed her mind. She winced in pain at the same time she was groaning in pleasure, because every once in a while the paddle would glance off her pussy lips and leave her wanting more. Just when she thought she’d have to beg for another release, her captor spanked her hard and pulled the dildo from her ass at the same time. Her senses were assaulted and she came again, collapsing in exhaustion.



The man behind her began messaging something cool into her burning ass cheeks, and she sighed in relief at his gentle touch. She was dozing as she felt him readjust the restraints around her wrists so the chain was longer. He pulled her toward the edge of the bed until her legs touched the floor and she was bent over the side. Her arms were tied over her head, and her sensitive breasts were pressed into the mattress.



“Now it’s my turn,” her captor whispered.



She shuddered as he left a trail of wet kisses up her spine, and she felt his hard arousal nestled between the cheeks of her ass. His weight was heavenly against her body, and when he shifted and guided himself into the puckered rosebud of her anus, they both groaned in bliss. He thrust against her patiently, slowly, until the sensations she’d become so familiar with started to spread through her body.



“I’m going to come, baby,” he panted. His breath was hot against her ear, and his tempo had increased.



“Yes, please, come inside my ass. I want to feel your come coat my insides.” Gracie thrust back against him, harder and faster until he shouted his release. She felt his cock expand and his hot seed shoot up inside of her, causing her own orgasm. Her sphincter tightened around him and they both shook as they collapsed from the intensity of their desires.



Gracie woke as she felt him separate himself from her body. They were sticky and covered in sweat. He pulled out of her slowly, but even then she winced in discomfort.



“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll run a hot bath and we can both soak our sore muscles,” he said lying down beside her.



She turned her head toward his voice and smiled as he released her hands from their bonds and reached around to loosen her blindfold. As her eyes adjusted to the light she found herself looking into crystalline blue eyes, the eyes of the man she’d been dreaming of. The man who had captivated her from their first encounter.



“I knew it was you,” Gracie whispered, as she touched his face for the first time. She leaned over and kissed him gently. “Mitchell.”



“You were the reason I came to that stupid party,” he said. “I saw you leaving your office building on Friday, and I knew I had to have you. It took fast work to find out who you were and what your plans were, but my staff pulled it off. And it wasn’t that hard to question your staff because I own your building.”



Gracie laughed at that news and snuggled closer. “Well, you have me. And I leave it up to you as to what you want to do with me.”



“I have a proposition for you,” Mitchell said without any hesitation.



Gracie stared at him, her body still tingling from his touch, and knew he could ask her for anything in that moment and she’d agree. “What is it?”



“Well, I heard a woman once say something very profound, and it’s stuck with me. What do you say I treat you like a queen, and then you can give me amazing sex for the rest of my life until we’re both too old to care?”



“Whoever said that sounds like a smart woman,” Gracie said. “It’s a deal.”

4



The coffee pot bubbled upstairs, its thick morning smell slithering down the cellar steps to bring my thoughts back to earth. I had been elsewhere, it seemed.



I set eight-six-one back in his cage and changed the water, the food. Then I checked the other cages to make sure the other creatures were still visible, or alive. They were both. I stumbled over to the rack of coats and robes that hung under the basement window and behind the stairs. Then I tied the rope around my naked body and heavily mounted the steps.



It was no use to a logical mind to think, what had I done? I knew perfectly well what I’d done and I’d enjoyed it. A little too much in fact. My fingers kept making contact with the smooth pine of the bannister and feeling the soft down of Amber’s stomach flexing under my grasp. Halfway up the stairs I stopped and drew my fingers to my face.



Her smell was almost gone, replaced by eight-six-one and the familiar aroma of wood and must. What if I had fathered another child tonight? What if I was unfaithful to Margaret?



What if that was just a malevolent spirit who haunted the neighborhood?



I smiled. My heart pounded under my chest from confusion and excitement and fear. And yet I was giddy; innocent; powerful and yet humbled by either the girl’s bold concupiscence or my own singular triumph. Hell, why not make it a double. Amber certainly left a good deal of restraint at the window; I couldn’t speak for the girl but there was certainly an aura of triumph about her all throughout her several climaxes… And I, what had I achieved? Everything.



I traipsed into the kitchen in my bare feet, my wife catching my eye over her pointed shoulder and simultaneously smiling into her phone and glowering at me. She was speaking enthusiastically – far too energetically for so early on a Saturday (was it Saturday?) but it was none of my business, or I chose to leave it as none of my business.



As I poured the coffee I suddenly realized that I felt shell less. Naked, obviously, beneath the robe, but that in itself was not uncommon. Rather, before no matter the woes and hormonal highs of Rebecca or the cold reluctance or alien sociability of my wife the words seldom penetrated because the latest failure, theorem, confounded hypothesis, existential convolution of algorithmic righteousness, boredom, numbers and dead mice were cloistered about my brain like cotton pulled over my ears and eyes.



“Ha!”



My wife spun on me.



I had laughed aloud. She gave me a dirty look and stomped out of the kitchen, all the while carrying her high, boisterous enthusiasm over the conversation. I smiled bashfully to myself. I had not meant to let that escape but the wave had washed over me all at once.



I was suddenly free from that. Because it worked. After so long.



Not that I held the illusion that I was free from scientific (or perhaps moral, at this point) inquiry. There were still years of tests ahead of me, ahead of the Institute, of all of us. But… Hell…



“Ha-ha!”



5




I didn’t see Margaret for most of the day. We went to bed in silence that night (I having slept most of the day, waking briefly to drive Rebecca somewhere that was going out of business or going on sale, then coming home and devouring most of what remained in the refrigerator). In the morning of course she was already awake and straightening her hair.



Margaret, my wife, hated her curls. I had always loved them, the original trait that spurred my attraction to her, but she straightened them whenever she could; I disapproved but said nothing; she straightened them more. I sensed that in this, like in so many minute conflicts between us, there was always the brief opportunity for resolution. But we had been married a long time now, almost nineteen years (as long as I had lived without her) and we gradually let the unsaid stay unsaid, the gulfs of unpleasantness that could erupt at the mildest comment soon growing so wide that there was little to bridge the gap between what we had in common – which was little. Ultimately we, like her parents before us, stopped trying. It was easier and happened as naturally as one year following another. I knew this before now and simply not cared.



I continued to stare at her through the high french doors of the bathroom. I rolled over to my side and watched her in the bright light of the morning window; that heavenly light dwarfing the harsh artificiality of her vanity mirror. Her hair was shorter than when we first met, darker too because she dyed it. Her mother went gray at a young age and she was adamant to never find out what that meant for herself.



Margaret was older than I. She had been a Junior in college at the same time I was completing my accelerated sophomore year. Because I had graduated high school early she had been fascinated with me. Maybe, I thought, in bitter moments when I wondered how it had come to this, she gravitated to me because she was less intimidated by a younger man, thinking too that my intelligence and drive would render me low maintenance. She was right. But I wondered, as I was told by men who were not quite friends but nevertheless valuable companions in my final bachelor days, if she had planned it all. The sudden sexual bouts, the demure outer Catholic mask shed the moment we were far (far) away from students and teachers who knew her and safely ensconced in my dormitory where she unleashed herself on me. She needed very little in return and rewarded my occasional attentions with all that my studies could not relieve. It was perfect.



But I’d never asked about the precautions she was taking. I certainly wasn’t.



I was a young and selfish man. But smart enough to know when I was in trouble. Was I stupid enough to be duped? I always wondered.



But I had to smile now. Because it didn’t matter now. I stared at Margaret in the mirror, at her long lashes that her girlfriends endlessly coveted, telling me how lucky I was to have a wife with such bedroom brown eyes, telling me how impressively she had kept her figure. Margaret was a vegetarian, thin though never much for fitness, with teardrop breasts that sagged but in a full, heavy fashion. She had softened some, from her eyebrows to her ears and her nose, her pale lips. It did her complexion good, the way her chin no longer seemed so cruel or her long neck so strained.



I had been with another woman last night but I… I couldn’t tell where my new happiness sprouted from. Was it finally realizing I had won? Was it conquering that young, brazen runner? Was it just staring at my wife in her mirror? Perhaps it was all these things and more, or less.



“Where were you last night?” she asked.



I cleared my throat. “I worked late in the lab. You probably heard me…”



She pulled the iron away from her hair and squinted at me. “You weren’t in there.”



“I ran. Intermittently.”



“Oh,” she said, and turned back to her mirror. I rolled awkwardly in the bed and her voice floated back to me. “Has the Institute called you?”



She wanted me out of the house. “Not yet,” I said. “But I’m going to speak with some of the lab tomorrow.”



“After the carpool.”



“After the carpool,” I agreed.



“I’m going grocery shopping later. Do you want anything?”



“No,” I said. And that was our last conversation of the day.



6




I sat behind the wheel in our slanted driveway wondering how it would be to see Amber again. Rebecca had dashed next door to go get her, as she did every morning, and the two would walk back to the car – slower or faster depending on all the important events I was too square to hear.



They came back breathless, both of them wearing enormous grins and Amber especially looking healthy, happy and mischievous. “Well?” she asked my daughter after giving me a hurried hello. I put the car into reverse and rolled into the street while Rebecca pondered aloud.



“Ohhh, I don’t know!”



“Come on!” Amber chided.



Rebecca only laughed in reply.



“Do you believe in ghosts?”



I swerved the car and nearly flattened Mr. Potacki’s little Pomeranian. The girls shrieked and I quickly righted the car.



“What the hell, dad?!” Rebecca screeched.



“Dog in the road,” I said.



“I don’t see-” Amber started but I was already turning the corner.



It didn’t take long for the girls to calm down enough to resume their previous conversation.



“No,” said Rebecca, “that’s so stupid.”



“I think my house is haunted,” Amber whispered. She was downright giddy.



I watched Rebecca smirk in the mirror. “Haunted, huh? You don’t seem scared.”



“No…” Amber taunted. “I think it’s a lonely ghost.”



“Oh yeah?” Rebecca said. The fire was suddenly in her eyes. I realized the two girls were communing in secret right behind me in some significant but abstruse way. “What’s his name?”



Amber shook her head forcefully and Rebecca suddenly attacked her with a furious reaching of fingers and pokes. “Tell me! Tell me!”



“Ow!” Amber groaned. “Stop, stop…” The two were already huffing against each other in a giggling pile.



I regarded them coldly in the mirror. “You’re both far too old to be behaving like that.”



Rebecca rolled her eyes. “Lighten up, dad, this is a big deal.”



“I don’t understand.”



Both girls resumed their conspiratorial smiles. “We know.”



I left them to their huddled whispers, sure of nothing else but the fact that I was most definitely not the subject of their conspiracy. Rebecca knew enough that Amber had had some sort of experience in the last 48 hours. How deeply Amber herself believed in its supernatural validity was debatable, but they seemed to be enjoying themselves. My heart was going to beat heavily all throughout that day, seeing Amber or being found out, what I was about to do after I dropped them off, everything in my mind ensured that my body would be rapt and waiting for the slightest physical incitement.



Rebecca planted a swift kiss on my cheek and hurried out of the car to join the gaggle of girls gathering in the school’s parking lot. Amber pulled her long legs from under her and left her seat, closing the door promptly and pulling her dainty skirt around her calves. I was pulling the car out of neutral when she stepped back to the window.



“Mr. Beal…?”



I froze. I locked the car into park and lowered the passenger side window. She smiled shyly and leaned in.



“What is it, Amber?”



“I want to thank you.”



I raised my eyebrows in an attempt to mask the building tension in my jaw. “What?”



She pulled a lock of hair away from her lip and studied me for half a second before swallowing. “Just…the other night, talking to me.”



“Oh!”



“What?”



“Oh. No. No, not a problem, Amber. Cleared my head too, really.”



“Really?”



It was my turn to smile. “Yes,” I said.



“Okay,” she said happily. “Thanks again, Mr. Beal. Have a nice day!”



I waved back at her as she strode away from the car and joined Rebecca in the lot. It took five minutes to clear out of the parking lot behind the endless red lights of other vans and SUVs and then another five to get on the highway toward downtown.



Thankfully I wouldn’t need to go all the way into the city and could avoid rush hour traffic. Instead I turned off halfway down the pike and sped through the outskirts of Boulder towards the outer city park and the imposing acreage of one of the Institute’s many commercial research facilities.



I stuck my permit on the dashboard and waved at the security as I coasted in, parked, and walked determinedly up the peaceful brick walk between the glass and steel cyclinders of the complex, my hand in my pocket all the while fingering the glass vial in my pocket.



I encountered more and larger crowds of people the closer I got to Building G, most of them enthusiastic looking gentlemen in suits, some old, some surprisingly young. All of them looked hungry for something. I stopped at the employee entrance to the research zone and allowed the security officers to take my badge and frisk me (shifting my leg so that the small vial inconspicuously rolled behind my wallet). I glanced over my shoulder at the men in suits; they watched me curiously in turn. I had seen this before and I knew what it meant: the Institute was ready for business again.



After another kindly wave I was inside the building, my identity card swinging around my neck and my soles making authoritative smacks on the abandoned linoleum. Since disbanding the greater body of its advanced researchers the building was only occasionally used. The Institute had no qualms with allowing its senior staff to use the place but it discouraged too many of us gathering at once. After placing a call late Saturday evening I knew Pris would be working in G all day. After the mass outside I suspected that Pris would be doing more than working.



Priscilla Coker M.D. (with another Ph.D. on the way in advanced theoretical cellular electronics) was not a cold woman by any stretch of the imagination. At 31 she was already a leader in the field of both biological mutation and the budding nanotechnology industry, vivacious and endearing and outwardly one of the key faces of the Institute. She was 5’8″, platinum blonde (not naturally) and – as one of the key faces of the Institute – had to smile a lot and wear the sort of outfits that made lab work potentially hazardous. But the Institute needed that because most of us were not so striking to look at. Behind the veneer of Priscilla’s bright white smile, however, was an exacting, even cruel ambition. She was not, despite her high praise in the industry, its leading figure in theoretical transhumanist research. She had a good team of energetic graduates behind her that did what they were told and were rewarded accordingly. And many times over, if tales told out of school are to be believed. But there was a high burnout rate and young men in her brilliant cabal tended to last only so long. Which is not to say that Priscilla didn’t have talent. The girl could thread DNA like a fabled tailor if she ever got her hands on the right tools, and few understood the chemical reactions on the molecular level the way she did. It was never overtly clinical, her methods, but something emphatically instinctual. Public relations were as natural to her as being undressed. She was dangerous but valuable. And, after all, weren’t we after the same thing?



I found her door open, her legs shining under the heat of a solitary lamp at her desk and her knees crossed over each other in a short, red skirt. She looked up when I knocked on the door, her pale green eyes going from curious to tight in the time it took her to recognize me.



“Good morning, Pris.”



She smiled coldly. “Beal. I didn’t think you’d actually show up.”



I crossed her sterile and ordered office and sat down across from her on the other side of the desk. I appraised her shelves. “Your office is neater than anyone else I know. I suppose that’s one way to keep clean – don’t read the books.”



She sneered. “I heard one of the janitors nearly killed himself trying to get into yours. Bit of a health hazard, isn’t it? And besides,” she uncrossed her legs and leaned back, “at least I have friends.”



I leaned forward, my elbows on her desk. “You’ve got me there, Professor Coker. That’s exactly why I’m here.”



She gave a high, hollow laugh. “Moses comes down from the mountain, huh? You’re lucky you’re smart, Abner. Otherwise people might think you’re irrelevant.”



“Better that than illiterate, I always say.”



She frowned. “Why ARE you here? I really didn’t expect to see you. You’re always working.”



“I work until I get results.”



“Very funny,” she said. And stopped.



Her chair cracked as she slowly came upright. “What do you mean?”



“How are the nanites coming?” I asked casually.



“They’re still… they don’t seem to respond to photons the way we expected. The way I expected.” Ask Priscilla the right question about her work and she became just enough of a tolerable person. I never managed that trick myself. “I keep telling Corman that nanites are the wrong way to go about combatting the spectrum. I should be shifted over to neural engagement and let you and the rest of the sci-fi scum work on this whole optical nonsense.”



“Nonsense, is it?”



“It is…” She studied me coolly. “What’s up, Abner? You’re awfully pleasant for so early in the decade.”



I shrugged.



She sighed and shook her head. “I don’t have time for this now anyway. I have a presentation before the investors. Remember that atmospheric shield you opposed?”



“I don’t oppose the idea but the method is entirely wrong. If you want to create a barrier that large you need ten times the output and a completely different agent for the plutonium. It will dissolve at that speed.”



“That’s not what Bostwick says.”



“Bostwick is a quack who still thinks he can send amphibians back in time.”



Priscilla waved her hands in the air, dispelling the possibility of my rambling on about meteorological endogenics. “Whatever,” she said. “The Institute wanted me to sell it to the money.”



I stood up. “What do you mean?”



She tightened her blouse around her shoulders and gathered her papers. She grinned like a jack knife. “It means they’re apt to take me at my word, Professor, which is more than I can say for you.”



“If the Institute gets that project up and running the whole Advanced Espionage unit will be shuffled back another decade. Even if they spent half the budget recruiting new blood there’s no way they’d have the manpower and money to sustain the rest of our research.”



“So wait till next decade.” She strode out of her office. I pursued hot on her stiletto heels. “I don’t know what you’re so pissed about, Abner,” she continued, “you’ll probably be picked to lead it.”



“Over sixty five individual devices and more than two dozen research units will be compromised by investment in some ridiculous vanity project that wouldn’t pass muster at a grade school science fair!”



Pris tossed her hair over her shoulder and laughed in my face. “That’s so cute! Since when did you give a shit about other units’ research?” She continued to march determinedly down the hall to the massive auditorium across campus.



“There’s a difference between science and fiction, Priscilla. And there’s such a thing as principles.”



She spun on her crimson heel. Thrusting a hand into my chest she stared up into my eyes. “Stop it right there, Abby. The Institute cares about two things: money and money. I’m sure you’re aware that you are dispensable, no matter how big your brain is. In the meantime though, why not enjoy that sloppy paycheck that comes your way every two weeks and get with the fucking program.” She narrowed her eyes.



I casually pried her fingers back from my shirt. “Language, Pris.”



She laughed another high, hollow laugh, each one of her pearly teeth glinting in the hallway lights. I watched her swallow that sound, her ruby lips puckering for a moment while she thought about what to do with me. Finally she said, “I’m going to enjoy watching you lead this vanity project. I hope your principles don’t send you and your musty office packing in a cardboard box because it,” she leaned in close, the words cutting through her teeth, “is going to feel so good to watch you try to figure out how to make Bostwick’s project fly. Because if I know anything about men with principles it’s that they’ll try to make shit smell like flowers before they admit defeat. Even you, Abner,” she pointed, again making sure she touched my chest, “will admit that. Are you really going to throw a tantrum to the Institute…just because you know the project’s a waste of your time?”



“So we’re agreed it’s a waste of time.”



She smirked and retreated back down the hall. “Of course it is. But I, unlike you, Professor Beal, have more on my mind than how super smart I am. I like to think about the number of bathrooms I’m going to have when this is all said and done.” I watched her shoulders tense as she drew her hands together. “I’m thinking six – just one more than I really need.”

“That is entirely superficial,” I said.



“Isn’t it great?” She was practically beaming with anticipation. We crossed the empty courtyard in silence and swiftly made our way to the bustling theater. She glanced into the guest entrance and quickly made for the back portico.



“Prepare to be rich,” she said and patted me on the arm. I watched her step behind the curtain and suddenly meet what sounded like hundreds of excited cheers.



I paced behind the curtain itself, listening to the opening joke about how stodgy the rest of us scientists were and how they must have all felt overdressed. Or something like that. By that point I was livid. Bostwick! An ignoramus spawned by a community of ignoramuses! What passed for science in his febrile mind would have choked a primate with its absurdity! And Priscilla knew! She welcomed it just as the Institute had because she knew it was exactly the kind of thing the investors were willing to pay for: flash and fury… There was nothing subtle about the atmospheric shield. It was just another buzz word for missile defense only now it was the twenty-first century and the magic was just within our grasp – for upwards of several billion inflated dollars!



I threw my arms about petulantly and felt ridiculous. Hadn’t I just come to reinvigorate this greedy place? One swig of this elixir and disappear! No need to invest in overpriced tomfoolery when you could send some invisible operative to just deactivate the enemy’s defenses. No missiles required! All it needed now was testing – testing to make sure the effects lasted, that there were no side-effects, that it worked. Hell, I knew it worked…



No missiles required.



I glanced over my shoulder at Priscilla’s erect posture while she dazzled the murmuring crowd with facts and figures and a questionably tasteful decolletage. She was right; she could sell them on it. She was poised, confident, and well organized.



The security was guarding the outside doors, not the inside. There were men at the foot of the stage but no one behind the curtain. I reached into my pocket and pulled the vial out. It caught the reflections of the stage lights in its thin glass, the liquid within shimmering where the light didn’t quite refract the way it should have. Why did I bring it anyway? For science.



I popped the rubber cork and drank it, not stopping to think, as I swiftly began to unbutton my shirt, what would happen if this invisibility gag was all in my mind when I stepped out in front of three or four hundred monied ladies and gentlemen. If it worked as quickly as last time I’d only need a few minutes for it to take effect. If it didn’t last as long as last time I could be in for trouble. But what was I going to do exactly?



I was already down to my boxer shorts and black socks when my fingers drained of all their color. It was like staring through a glass statue, my forearm. I trailed my fingers down my chest and watched chest hair hang in space and then shorten and vanish. I reached down and pulled the sock off of nothing at all, then the other, finally drawing my boxers from mid-air to the ground. I was gone.



“Priscilla,” I whispered into her ear, “do you believe in ghosts?”



The girl snapped her head to the side as if a bullet had swiped across her face. She hadn’t heard me come up behind her from around the curtain and, despite my lifelong stage fright, picturing myself naked in front of the fully clothed assembly was doing much more to inspire my confidence than the other way around. As soon as she turned her head I tapped her on the opposite shoulder – just like some kind of looney tune! She started and whipped to the side, suddenly reaching out into nothing.



I backtracked quickly behind her and let the projector at the far end of the auditorium glide through me to the opposing screen. The happy murmurings of the crowd had suddenly frozen; the whole gathering waiting to understand what had happened. Priscilla, ever the diplomat, smiled broadly and apologized for the sudden interruption. There was a mad fly looking to sabotage the operation. That got an appreciative chuckle from the crowd.



She went on with the speech, the projection behind us outlining the basic planning stages of Bostwick’s idiot schematics. I couldn’t have that. I moved back beside Priscilla and breathed softly in her ear. I had to hand it to the girl, she had talent. All she did was deftly cup her ear, as if pulling a stary hair back around her earlobe (which, for anyone close enough, was ridiculous – each of her hairs was perfectly in place). Then I glided behind her and blew into the next. When she waved that off I suddenly realized just how many were in the crowd before us.



Tentatively I strode towards the edge of the stage. I stared out at the legion of faces, even waved my privates at them, stuck out my tongue, made crazy grimaces. Nothing, no one could see me. I cast no shadow. I danced before the projector and made not a single impression. This was brilliant!



Of course I still hadn’t achieved my objective. So I sallied back to Priscilla and decided to do something drastic. I placed two fingers, very gently, on the back of her neck.



Her whole body went bolt upright but she continued her drone. Perhaps it wasn’t noticeable to the eyes in the back but those at the front were visibly bemused. Priscilla by now realized there was something on stage with her but I was just over her shoulder and I could see her scan her periphery and then the eyes of the audience. No one, not even her, could see anyone but her.



I let my fingers glide down her back, over the fabric of her suit jacket. One elbow tried to nonchalantly brush me away but the gesture was too awkward to carry off, so she swung her arm back, right into my face. Her fingers gave a trembling spasm as they connected with my nose and she couldn’t help but turn. But no, I still wasn’t there, but yes, she did let out a yelp.



Priscilla was by the second looking more frantic – not afraid, but suddenly on unfamiliar ground. She returned to the podium and gripped the sides of the lectern with overeager excitement. Now she had happened on a stilted tangent about the return on investment the bigwigs were guaranteed. Most of them were still on board. Some of them looked unconvinced.



When she went for the lectern she removed herself from my radius, but that was easily remedied. I came up behind her again and drew my fingers down her back. Her legs were shaking behind the podium, each muscle punished by the high stilettos and sweat actually visible in the spaces behind her knees. I wasn’t sure how far I intended to go but my hand was now resting on her impressively toned buttocks. The red skirt glided under my fingertips but still, even still, Priscilla continued to sell it.



So I gently brushed the skirt back and reached underneath. It ocurred to me, even at this stage, that this was twice now I’d used invisibility to my voyeuristic advantage. I wondered if the corruption was inevitable. Yet how corrupt was seeing a round, flexed bottom (my fingers crept stealthily past the band of her panties and into the wet crevice of her ass crack) and not experimenting?



Below Priscilla’s waist everything was shaking. It was as if her legs were caught in a miniature earthquake and her upper body was capable of floating above it. But I could see the tremors in the white knuckles on the podium. And we both knew that she couldn’t risk giving anything away to the attentive eyes in the darkness. I slipped deeper into her ass crack, coming behind her and laying a hand over her left fist. Priscilla glanced at it, glanced at where she figured my shoulders were, and after a sudden eruption of laughter or applause from the audience I heard her whisper away from the microphone, “Are you enjoying yourself?”



“You stop I’ll stop,” I whispered into her ear.



“You don’t have the balls.”



My hand slipped underneath her. I twisted my palm and pressed my fingers between her legs. I cupped her vagina and sunk my middle finger up inside her.



Priscilla’s sudden gasp was swallowed by a cascading round of applause.



“Okay,” she whispered as the applause died down. “Okay…” But even as she said it I watched her tighten her resolve and simultaneously felt her vaginal muscles tighten around my finger. She was going to try to ride it out. Ride was the operative word.



I began rocking my middle finger back and forth inside of her. Priscilla caught herself just before her knees buckled, then caught herself again as she tried to rock with it. The intense sweat collecting underneath her made her extremely slippery and my wrist and forearm were already damp wedged up against her body. I decided to send an exploratory thumb up into her anus.



“Polychromatic cells go beyond mere shading in this instance and na-ahhhhhhh!” Her sudden (almost erotic) outburst sent more than a few men to attention. It was as if I held her erect with my right hand, my left hand locked over hers, my fingers plugged into her body and her lower body noncomittally trying to force me out. “Nnmm,” she went on. “The fibers…” I wiggled my ring finger up inside what felt like a thick labial lip. “The fibers…” she gasped. “Ah.” She wet her lips and let out a tremendous breath. “To create this process, we…” My slick middle finger withdrew from her vagina and I slipped it gently up…



“We…” she tried again (the audience could not see her ass gently arching back onto my thumb, her back twisting).



My finger fondled.



“Oh,” she sniffed. “We, uh, ahm. Excuse me.”



My middle finger wicked across her clitoris.



“OH my God!” she suddenly blurted into the microphone. She slapped her hands over her mouth and darted to the right of the stage. My hand still stuck inside her panties I was dragged offstage with her, a weird fin-like protrusion seeming to hump out behind the girl’s skirt.



I finally pulled my hand away from her as she stalked through the theater doors and started lambasting the air.



“You dirty fucking bastard!” she shouted. The security guard started moving towards her and she shrieked at him. “Get away from me, asshole!” The man spoke some stuttered words into his walkie and backed away terrified. Priscilla clomped about ten more steps before cracking one of her heels. She swore loudly and kicked the shoe off, then ripped the other one off with her hand and continued to march across campus back the way we’d come. I followed behind her.



“Are you there?” she snapped as we strode back into G. We were in the hallway again.



“Indeed I am.”



She clawed wildly at the air behind her, realized she looked insane, and let out another stream of enraged curses.



“You might have gotten me fired!”



“Principles,” came the floating voice over her shoulder.



She groaned and shook her platinum head. “You touched me…” she muttered. We were stomping back to her office.



“You’re taking this rather well,” I replied.



“Well you’re obviously fucking invisible.”



“Language, Pris.”



We banged back into her office and she whirled on the space behind her. “Where are you?”



“I’m reluctant to say.”



She stepped backwards in her bare feet and sat on her desk. “Is this easier?”



I stepped forward cautiously. “Maybe.”



She flipped up her skirt. “Is this easier?”



“…I’m confused.”



“Come here…” she said huskily and reached out for me. “Are you naked?”



Before I knew what I’d done I was standing over her desk and she was reaching out to me. Her fingers first brushed my cock and I watched her eyes go wide as my stiff member passed invisibly through her hand. “Oh my God…” she whispered. Her manicured nails sifted into my pubic hair and roved up my stomach and chest. “You’re…you fucking did it…” Her fingers continued across my shoulders. She kept pinching and poking, dragging her nails down my sides. All the while I noticed that she was spreading her legs over her perfect desk. “Do something to me,” she whispered.



“What?”



“I- I don’t know. My hair!”



I reached out and swept my fingers through her thin blonde, nearly white, hair. I let the hair slip through my hand as I pulled it towards me. Priscilla watched wide eyed as her hair floated before her eyes. She let out a low, earthy laugh. “Do something else,” she whispered.



“What?”



“Do what you did on stage, you bastard.”



“This?” I laid my hand over her left hand.



“No…” she said. Her legs opened wider on the desk.



“This?” I breathed softly into her ear.



She shivered but shook her head. “No,” she said. “But you don’t have to stop doing that…” While I moved in closer her hands reached up to run down my chest and stomach again.



I pulled my hand away from hers and dragged my trembling fingers up her soft thighs. “This?” I breathed into her ear.



“Oh…” Her breath was coming so rapidly that it was catching in her throat.



I drew a finger over her (what I now saw were lacy, crimson) panties. She sucked a tremendous amount of air down her upturned mouth and fluttered her eyelids. “This?” I said into her ear as I slipped my fingers inside of her.



Her legs clamped shut over my invisible hand and she ground her pussy against me. “Yes,” she groaned. She pressed her head against my temple and reached behind me to claw at my back. “Oh, you fuck…” she groaned.



I don’t know what possessed me other than sheer, powerful lust. I reached down and tore her panties apart. She gasped as she saw the flimsy material fly from her bald pussy. “You wouldn’t,” she taunted.



“This?” I said, and pushed my cock up against her skirt.



“Bastard,” she whispered, reaching for it and dragging it down. “Bastard,” she moaned as she led it to the entrance of her slit. “Fuck me,” she demanded as her thighs raised to allow me entrance into her-



“PRISCILLA!”



The two of us slammed back to reality as the voice came bawling from the hall. “Holy Hell…” Priscilla rasped as the sound of footsteps came trundling towards us. Gathering her bag and a few choice items she grabbed where she figured my wrist was (missed, but I grabbed her fingers) and pulled me out her office door and down the hall in the opposite direction. Both of us were barefoot and our soles slapped down the hall and made several extreme turns around and around the complex, all the time the voices behind us, all the while more footfalls in pursuit. At last we burst from the building and sprinted towards the parking lot.



“You have to make sure I don’t get fired!” she yelled over the racing wind.



“Why’s that?”



“Sexual harassment!” she screamed. We scurried over the grass and flew into the parking lot. “Where’s your-” She must have realized I was either invisible or without pockets because she suddenly pulled to the left and started pumping her elegant legs towards her own car. “Are you there?” she called back.



“I am,” I said at her side.



She panted. “How are you right there?”



“I run a lot.”



She unlocked her doors from a distance and we piled in on either side.



“I did not intend to get you fired,” I said.



“Right,” she replied. “Fuck you just the same, Abner.” She started the car and we pulled out fast. “And if you don’t mind, nobody needs to know about what may or may not have almost happened back there. This has been an incredibly stupid morning.”



I buckled the seatbelt over myself and Priscilla did a double take.



“That’s so weird.”



We pulled away from the complex and got back on the highway towards suburbia.



“Okay, look,” she said, dragging her fingers through her hair. “I’m going to try to salvage this. I’ll tell Corman and the heads that you’re on top of this.” (She seemed awkward with the phrase.) “I’ll tell them… I had a bluetooth or something and you had a eureka moment or… Dammit, Abner, you better not have got me fired!”



“You’re still taking this well.”



“Because fuck Bostwick!” she bellowed. “You’re invisible!” She reached over and spread her hands over my chest. “And you’re…in much better shape than I imagined.”



“You imagined?”



“You’re still a pain in the ass, Beal. And I’m not the only one who thinks so.”



“But I am a genius.”



“Unfortunately,” Prisiclla sighed, merging into the carpool lane, “you are.”



“You’re in the HOV.”



“So what?” She thought for a moment. “Right.” She merged back into the fast lane. “I will help you,” she said. “But you have to help me, too.”



“That’s why I came to you.”



“You can’t tell anyone else for now. Who else knows? Your wife? You have a wife, right?”



“She doesn’t know.”



“Who knows?”



Briefly I thought of Amber. “No one,” I said. “And,” I continued, “the formula is not in my laboratory.”



She glanced at me, or the window really, from behind her blonde tresses. “So what?”



“In case you were thinking of having the Institute take what they rightfully own…instead of firing you.”



She turned back to the road. “I wouldn’t do that.”



“Wouldn’t you?”



We drove on in uneasy silence.



7




I gave her directions to my address and she drove me home. It was almost one in the afternoon but it already felt like a whole day had passed. I had taken the serum only two hours before so I had at least four (and likely five) more hours until I was visible. It would be strange, I realized, when I saw Priscilla again. Being invisible, without meeting one’s eyes in reflection, gave a curious but compelling objectivity to one’s consciousness – and at the same time an inescapably powerful lack of accountability. I could never have done the things I’d done in the past few days if they could see my face.



But it wasn’t just that they couldn’t see my face, Amber, Priscilla, my wife, the audience… It was that I had no face at all. I was not simply myself invisible; I was a void: a complete non-entity who nevertheless had hands and blood. And could do things. And could both create and destroy while being nothing, nowhere at all. I resolved not to think on this too deeply. It was not my way, and I wondered if it was not to my advantage to ponder too deeply on how unfettered and unopposed I had become.



“Can you get inside without a key?” Priscilla asked.



“I’ll find a way,” I said. I unbuckled the belt and opened the door. “Thank you.”



She reached out. I stopped. She held my forearm in her fingers, not out of longing but curiosity. I let her study it, pinch me again, feel my veins beneath my skin and the hair under her thumb. “You really did it, Abednego,” she said. “You sick bastard.” She gave me an alluring, half-mocking smirk and watched the door swing wide and shut. Then she peeled away from the driveway and zoomed out of the suburbs honking all the while. We had agreed to meet at the week’s end when she had had time to smooth over the mess I’d caused.



At the very least I had saved over sixty-five projects from total obscurity, and the jobs of at least half that number. Not something I would have considered before and, in truth, my actions this morning were selfish ones. Yet selfish actions can have charitable results, now and again.



My front door was unlocked.



I hadn’t really thought about it. I’d just wandered to the front door, forgetting my nudity and the fact that I was keyless, and pantsless besides. But the knob turned and swung open in my hand. I denied the urge to call out, to ask if anyone was home.



Because there was very definitely someone home.



I could hear them upstairs. At first, as I searched the bottom floor, all I heard was a muddled bumping, an inconstant creak that was gone as soon as I focused. But there was a greater urgency to the sound, a harder force behind it. The commotion was building somewhere and it was becoming clearer that whoever was causing it was certain they were alone.



The sound of a woman’s voice filled the house. It echoed down the stairwell with an unquiet command, wild, gaining ferocity and passion as it bounced throughout the kitchen. Was it Rebecca, I wondered? Had she cut class and come wandering home with some teenage specimen of fumbling ardor? It sounded too harsh for Rebecca.

My name is Trad and I live in a small village with three sisters. My father died twelve years ago and since then, my mum has become too strange. However, together with my sisters, we are able to earn living by serving ruler of our area, which consists of 5-6 villages. I can’t say that my job is too hard. I bring water from river and serve at the table when needed. My sisters have to put up with worse conditions. They have to serve horny warriors and sometimes they end up being raped by them. You may think that I’m heartless – telling you the stories and doing nothing to help them. That may sound too bad but our family is used to things like that. Even my sisters don’t react badly any more to lewd warriors.



I am 20 years old and I am gay. I am still virgin, because it is hardly imaginable to have sexual relationship with a man in my village. I still remember gay couple, who were killed publicly because of their relationship. Physically, I have brown short hair and big brown eyes. I am 5 ft 9 and have a slim-average body.



My amazing story starts with unexpected news. I was just returning to castle, bringing water, when my sister ran into me rushing to field.



-What’s happening? – I asked.



-Kings is arriving today with his eight knights. – She was quite excited.



-So? Why are you so electrified?



-Are you kidding? Finally, something interesting is going to happen in this town. I can’t wait to see these knights and king, especially.



I was quite confused. I had never been social and easy-going. Events like that never pleased me. My younger sister was more naïve. Despite hard life, she enjoyed social events very much. Only thing that I was thinking about was the fact that I would have to serve to knights. This was quite scary. I knew that league of these 8 knights, called “Lion’s Defense” consisted of quite aggressive guys. They were said to be very demanding quick-tempered. After all, they were eight most important warriors in our country.



I entered the castle and joined the preparation for the event. Everyone was rushing and no one was on the good mood. We knew that everything had to be perfect. In addition, there was no enough time for preparing fully and that scared everyone.



King with his knights entered the castle. I understood that by screaming of servants and ringing of bell. I was in kitchen so I did not have to meet them. I was quite relieved.



Dinner started. Together with 15 other servants, I served these knights. As I expected, they were not quite pleasant. They argued, screamed and kicked the servants. They enjoyed violence. I think that made them such a good soldiers.



I was returning to kitchen, when one of the servants stopped me.



-Look! – He pointed at the one of the knights. – Do you see that one? This is Ser Jareh. He is said to like playing with boys.



-So? – I asked.



-Try not to get in his way. – He answered with laugh. – If you don’t wanna … ya know. They say he picks up guys and fucks them until they start crying.



He was quite annoying, but I joined him in laughing. I did not want him to suspect that I was gay. His words stunned me. All night along, I was secretly observing Ser Jareh. He was very athletic. His black hair and blue eyes created a beautiful face. His chin was a bit rough and even that seemed attractive. He was tall and he had captivating look that would hold one’s breathe easily. He did not notice me staring. I had experience of shadowing upon guys who were bathing in the river where I took the water.



I was thinking about his eyes when I heard my name.



-Go, take these plates and put them on table! – commanded my boss.



I quickly ran and took all the plates. I was going next to knights when someone pushed me. I fell with all the plates and someone poured wine all over me. Everyone on the table started laughing. I looked around and understood that it was Ser Jareh who pushed me. I was so embarrassed. I stood up quickly and ran in the dark hall.



I went in one of the small rooms, which were made for servants and slaves, and took of the shirt. I was so embarrassed that I nearly started crying. I was sitting there shirtless and wet, trying to forget all that happened. Suddenly, I heard someone opening the door. Person who came in made me freeze with fear and unexpectedness. It was Ser Jareh.



-Hard night, isn’t it? – He asked with ironical smile on his face.



-No, Sir! – I lied. Words hardly came out of my mouth.



-Is your shirt too spoiled? – He laughed.



-No problem. – I answered quickly and looked at him. His smile was just breath-taking. I couldn’t stop staring. Then I recalled that eye-contact was considered to be as a sign of disobedience and immediately looked away.



-You love staring, don’t you? – He asked. Smile stayed on his face.



-I … – I was so scared. I just could not open my mouth.



-You thought I would not notice? I have to notice Persian spies when I’m at war. I should not be hard to notice boy like you. Is there wine here?



-No, Ser.



-Go and bring it!



I left the room and ran to the kitchen. I could hardly breathe. I grabbed the bottle and ran back to the hall. I went in the room. He was there, waiting for me. I gave him the bottle looked away.



-Do people in your village drink wine without glass? – He laughed. It seemed that he was on the good mood. I could say that he had drank already by his red cheeks.



-Oh, God … I am so sorry, I’ll bring it. – I tried to run but he stopped me.



-Turn around! – He commanded. I turned around. Out of sudden, He poured wine on my trousers. I was stunned in amazement.



-You should not wear wet trousers! – He whispered. I immediately took off the clothes. My seven inch cock was semi-erect. I just could not breathe.



-You are scared but your cock is not, I see. – He said. – Have you ever served man?



-Yes, Sir … I serve men all the time. I am a servant.



-You are so naïve … – He laughed. – But, I like your innocence. You should know, however, today it will be gone. You have served men many times, but now you will truly serve your first man.



He started undressing. He freed his haired chest. He was muscled, but not too much. Sweat was going all over his body and I liked that very much. He had many scarves on his body. He took off his trouser and freed his manhood. Oh, Boy – that was something he must have been proud of. I was looking at a thick 9-inch cock surrounded by dark pubic hair. Pink head was just begging for touch.



-Now, kneel down and please my cock – Ser Jareh demanded. He looked at me and added – You have beautiful eyes – blue, sad and intelligent. Your funny brown hair and cute body is just fine as well. You have great potential. So, don’t let me down. Get down to business. Make me mown from excitement.



I kneeled down, starving for a cock. This beautiful piece of meat was literally looking at me. I could not take it anymore. I carefully took it in my one hand and touched it with my tongue. It was hot and begged for more. I started licking. Jareh started drinking wine. He caressed my “funny” hair and made me put his fully-erect cock in my mouth. I could not breathe. I nearly choked. I could not take it but Jareh did not let me take it out of my mouth. Tears were coming from my eyes and nose was invaded by his pubic hair. After twenty seconds of struggling he let me take his dick out of my mouth. I nearly chocked but that first taste extremely increased my sexual desire. I started sucking – sucking like a starving baby. He was moaning like a beast. That made me pleased. It was my first time and I made him moan – man who had had sex with tons of other boys. That was quite stimulating.



-Oh, God … Stop! – He gasped and pulled my hair. – I don’t wanna cum… Not yet.



He passionately kissed me. His tongue traveled through my mouth. He did not stop looking. I was as well staring at him. I could not resist those eyes. I put my hands on his shoulders and continued kissing. Suddenly, He broke the kiss and commanded me to turn. He made me lean forward. He touched my ass and started playing with a finger. He slowly pulled it in my asshole.



-Quite tight! – He whispered. – No problem, we will make it bigger in no time.



-They say it hurts – I said in terror. He put second finger. – They say you make boys cry.



-Silly boy – He laughed. – My boys scream with pleasure. It is their fathers who say that. That way, they are trying to cover their sons’ shame. Ridiculous bastards. Yes, it is going to hurt, but you will take it. You are my boy, aren’t you?



-Just do it slowly …



-I’ll do it in my own way. – He said that and suddenly his manhood in me. He fully entered me. I screamed like a small boy. It hurt so badly that I started crying. He kneeled and kissed me.



-Everything is okay … just keep breathing, everything is okay. Stop crying. You are breaking my heart.



I swallowed my own tears. He started slowly moving. That made my ass explode. I was shivering. He continued moving and kept on encouraging me. His sweet words made me smile. Pain was leaving me and something extraordinary was filling me. He made my lie on the floor. Touch of his sweated body increased my fascination. He was kissing me and telling me tender and gentle words. He increased his speed and now he was fucking me as roughly as he could. I enjoyed that very much and begged for more. That sudden extraordinary feeling filled me and I was whispering his name. I closed my eyes and held his hand. Satisfaction reached its maximum and something warm filled my ass. Jareh was howling like a wolf.



He lay on the floor next to me. He hold my hand and looked at me with his deep blue eyes. I came and looked at him with satisfaction. I kissed him and lay on him. I looked at him and smiled. It was official. I was in love.



If I had known what would come next, I would have enjoyed every minute even more. I didn’t know that in few days my whole life would radically change. At that moment, I was just happy – lying with love of my life.

After my first sex I was feeling as if I were on top of the world. I nearly fell asleep but I heard his noise. Sir Jareh stood up and looked at me.



-We should put on clothes. I have to go. They will notice that I am not at the table. In addition, you may also have problems with your boss.



I started dressing. At that moment, I didn’t care about regular problems. Despite usually being too cautious, I stopped thinking and just enjoyed myself. We dressed up. Jareh looked at me and gave me a big kiss.



-This is it? – I asked.



-No … Not yet – He looked at me with a grin – I will meet you tomorrow.



-Where?



-I know your job. It’ll be easy for me to find you.



He left the room and left many questions unanswered. That man amazed me once more. Although I didn’t mention who I was and what I was doing, I was absolutely assured that he knew much more about me. Yeah, that man knew how to scare people. Going out of the room, I looked around the room and exciting flashbacks came up to my mind. I smiled and slowly walked through the hall.



***



Next day, I went to the castle to take bullock cart and jugs. I hoped to see Jareh and I was secretly looking for him, however, I couldn’t find him and that made me a bit frustrated. I took everything I needed and went to the river. Everything was beautiful. Sun was shining and gorge was just stunning. Birds’ pipe and sound of water created a perfect combination which helped me relax.



I was filling the jug, when I heard a familiar voice.



-I knew I could find you easily.



I turned around and looked at him with happy smile on my face. I ran and hugged him. Jareh seemed even more attractive than before. His deep blue eyes perfectly matched gorge’s greenery. I tried to kiss him but he stopped me.



-Actually, I came here to bathe. However, I would not mind the company.



-Oh I see. – I laughed.



He looked at the river and started undressing. Jareh took off his blue shirt and showed his haired chest, delicious abs and scarves.



-How did you get them? – I asked and ran my fingers through his scarves.



-24 years of fighting against variety of enemies leaves signs, including scarves. – He answered in a low voice.



-24 years?! How old are you then? – I was extremely surprised.



-38. – He answered and I understood that it was quite a depressing topic for him.



-You must have been a 14-year-old boy when it all started. – I wanted to hug him. This was the first time he seemed desperate or sad. Both of us stopped talking, but it was him who broke the silence.



-Anyway, I thought we were going to bathe and have fun … not to talk about my unhappy childhood. – He smiled, but I understood that smile was totally fake. He did not want me to see him in that condition. Like every other warrior, he was used to bury his own feelings and emotions. One the other hand, I appreciated and even liked his masculinity.



He took off everything and suddenly asked me:



-Can someone see us here?



-Actually, this place is very quiet, because no one comes here. I usually prefer being alone. Thus, I always come here.



-That’s good. We won’t have to hide. – He laughed.



I looked at his body and immediately felt strange feeling in my body. I l saw his glorious semi-erect manhood and I realized how much I wanted to suck it or stick it in my ass. I looked at Jareh’s hard pink nipples and beautifully shaped butt. He was extremely satisfied with me having a hard-on. He asked me to undress and ran to the river. He jumped in the water and turned around to tease me with his amazing body. Having undressed, I jumped as well, but water was too freezing and I started trembling with cold. He gave me a warm hug and I started to get accustomed to coldness. Soon we started playing. We were swimming, splashing water at each other, laughing and just enjoying ourselves.



When I got too tired, I sat on the bank and tried to relax. He must have gotten too bored without me, because soon he sat next to me.



-You don’t even realize how much I like you. You are the sweetest and cutest person I have ever seen. – He looked at me.



-Do you say that to every boy you sleep with? – I blushed but asked curiously.



-It is bad that you do not appreciate me. – He whispered.



-I am not trying to offend you. It’s just too obvious that I was not your first and won’t be your last.



He did not say anything. We sat for several minutes and then he said:



-Are you too tired?



-Depends on what I’ll have to do. – I answered.



-Yesterday my cock enjoyed your mouth very much and would like to do that again.



-I thought he’d never ask – I grinned and kissed Jerah.



That time he kissed me back. I put my arms around him and slowly opened my mouth. He started moving his tongue inside my mouth and touching mine. After several minutes of kissing, he took his tongue out of my mouth and made me lie on my back. He lowered his head and suddenly I felt his wet tongue licking my nipple. He took it in his mouth and started sucking it while with the hand he started playing with my other one. This made me moan with excitement.



Then he stood up, grabbed back of my head and slowly moved it to his cock. At first, he was teasing me and did not let me put it in my mouth, but then I started slowly stroking it and it made him horny. I licked the head of his dick. Jareh started begging for more. Now it was me who started teasing. Finally, I put it in my mouth. Jareh slowly started moving it in and out of my mouth. I managed to fully take 9-inch cock in me and I did not even choke. Soon he was already ready to come but he did not want to. He took his cock out and forced me to turn around. He was breathing heavily and his sweat was slowly soaking my back. I could not see him but I knew that he was checking my ass out. He wanted to repeat what we had done the day before.



I felt big pink head popping into me. I moaned and grunted and that must have made him more confident because he suddenly entered me fully. I cried out with surprise and pain. He started moving slowly but gradually increased the speed. He let out loud moan and continued pushing as hard as he could. I was biting my lips from pleasure and was groaning his name loudly. That made him even crazier. I could not hold it up any longer. I screamed and came. I shot my first load on the grass. Seeing my sperm, Jareh could not wait any longer and I felt his trembling cock swell and unload his sperm in my ass. He moaned and immediately fell forward unable to move. I crawled next to him and kissed his forehead. I looked at him and felt unusual warmth in his eyes. I held his hand and placed my head on his sweaty chest. Soon I fell asleep. That was the most extraordinary moment of my life. But it did not last long enough.



Strange liquid touched my face and that made me wake up. I looked at my chest and it was full of blood. Firstly, I was unable to breathe. My hands were shaking and I looked around with extreme fear and shock. I looked at Jareh. He was lying in his own blood. His throat was cut with a small knife which was left next to him. I could not breathe. I wanted to scream and ask for help but nothing came out of my mouth. I was afraid to look at him. I realized how stupid I was to think that everything would be alright. At that moment, I was so miserable that I could easily commit a suicide. I burst into tears and started nervously whispering his name. Minutes earlier, I would do anything to be his last lover, but now seeing him dead and realizing how badly the dream came true, only thing that I could do was to curse my own tongue.



I heard a noise coming from valley and I became even more frightened. I took knife to defend myself against the murderer. I had strange foreboding that murderer would return. I had never used knife as a weapon and because of my tears I could hardly see. Nevertheless, I was standing there ready to defend myself. Noise was increasing and I understood that he was coming closer. I strained every nerve. Someone came running up to me, but he was far from being a killer. He was just a small child. He looked at me, at a dead body and at a knife in my hand. I could see fear filling him as he started shivering. Suddenly, He screamed “Murderer!” and ran back to the village.



I realized that I was holding a knife and my hands were full of blood. I realized with horror that I would become a number-one suspect. No one would believe me. I was just a poor servant. No one cared enough to defend me. No one would care if I was killed despite being innocent. One of the most important people in the country died and someone had to pay. I understood that I was only one related to this crime. I could hardly breathe. My hands were trembling and I was unable to move, but instinct of survival finally made me move. I dropped my knife, wiped my tears, kneeled down to kiss my lover and quickly swimmed across the river. River was surrounded by big valley and the village on the one side and big forest on the other. I could not return to my home so I quickly decided to run away from everything. I entered the dark forest and only looked back for once.



To be Continued …

She stood shifting from one foot to the other, her slinky silky dark blue dress rising mid thigh. She twirled her long dark brown hair round a couple of fingers on her right hand as she shivered, waiting outside the restaurant, her other hand holding her tiny clutch bag with her essentials in it.



Rachel glanced at the clock inside, he was 5 minutes late and she hated to enter somewhere alone, so she continued to wait. Chewing her lip nervously she began to wonder if perhaps Nate wouldn’t show.



They had met some months previously on a chat site, nothing sinister, nothing sexual…at first…but as time went on they discovered how much they had in common. Their interests didn’t just include reading and similar taste in music, both of them were in loveless, tired relationships and longed for company, for a connection, for total intimacy.



Rachel knew her relationship would be over soon, her short fling with Steve was pretty empty and just suited them both for a short time, it was Nate’s situation she found much more concerning.



Nate had drawn her in, his charming American humour, his gorgeous brown eyes in his photos, his willingness to share, before he’d dropped a bombshell. He’d waited until she had opened herself up to connecting with him, agreed to meet in the flesh, before he mentioned his wife…



He had just dropped it in as if mentioning he liked milk in his coffee or milk chocolate instead of white chocolate, Rachel had sat open mouthed at her computer screen when she read, ‘eh yeah I meant to mention I have a wife’.



Thing was though, she couldn’t stop contacting him, she was fascinated by him.



And there he was…walking towards her, grinning like a kid in a candy store, smart in a grey shirt and black trousers. His top buttons undone, exposing dark curly brown hairs. Rachel flushed as soon as she saw him, nervously she dared, ‘Nate?’



He nodded, ‘Hey honey’,he curled an arm round her waist and kissed her cheek, ‘mm you smell delicious’.



They talked over dinner, Rachel sharing about growing up in London and how she was finding it in New York. Nate was enthralled by her and the lilt of her voice. He touched her hand lightly over the table, his other hand brushing her knee. She tried to keep talking but his touch, his cute American accent, the lack of wedding ring on his marked finger made her dizzy with anticipation.



Nate invited her back to his hotel room and Rachel politely accepted. As she stood by the lift Nate picked his key up from reception, Rachel studied the receptionist helping him. Her eyes fixated on the blonde’s plump breasts. Rachel suddenly realised the receptionist and Nate were looking at her, embarrassed she looked away.



In the lift together the air was heavy with anticipation, with nerves, with excitement. Rachel was accutely aware of Nate’s stocky figure beside her, for a man a good twenty years her senior he was muscular and clearly a regular gym user. Nate kept glancing at her, fascinated by her luscious curves, her low cut dress, her smooth skin, her pert 25 year old body.



Before they reached their floor Nate stepped closer to her, his groin against her bum, his hands sliding onto her hips and he leant in close to whisper in her ear, ‘Rach,are you sure you want to act out what we discussed online? You can change your mind’.



Rachel’s heart pounded like crazy in that moment, this handsome American, his wife unsuspecting at home, coming on to her, arousing her so quickly, making her dizzy with anticipation. Without turning round Rachel whispered back, ‘I’ve never been more sure of anything’,with that the lift doors opened and Rachel followed Nate to the room, his fingers curling round hers, leading her to a night of extreme passion.



He encouraged her to sit on the edge of the couch as he fetched her a drink. She perched nervously and once he passed her a glass of white wine she settled back a little further. They made small talk and Nate nursed a small glass of whiskey.



When he set his glass down Rachel knew…she knew there was no more waiting. Wordlessly he reached round the small of her back and pulled her close to him. He kissed her neck and firmly held her still. She groaned very softly and pushed her glass away, her soft hands reaching up along his bare arms, his sleeves rolled up.



He groaned as he kissed her and she massaged his arms, he moaned and whispered, ‘God I want you’.



She replied,’Have me…’.



He lifted her into his arms immediately, his manhood stiffening at her response to him. He would not miss an opportunity to have this young woman, to take her in the way they had talked of online..



Rachel lay on her front, Nate pulled her ass in the air and he knelt on all fours. He pulled at her dress and lifted it up, but didn’t remove it, they had talked of this and he acted it out just as they’d said.



Nate pushed Rachels bra up so he could grope her full breasts, greedily squeezing them hard as he became more aroused. Rachel groaned, she could feel Nate’s body close to her now, pressed up against her. At some point he had slid his trousers and briefs down because she could feel his bare cock pressing on her ass.



Rachel groaned and cried out for him, begging to be fucked. Nate laughed then, pleased at her desperation for him, he knew her fingers were inside, working her clit, preparing for him. He slid a couple of fingers into her, both of them groaning with the pleasure.



She rocked back on his fingers as he roughly fingered her. Suddenly his fingers were out of her pussy and into her asshole. Shocked at the change she cried out in pain. He reassured her he would slow down and just worked at her ass with one finger at first. Rachel had never had her ass worked, she groaned as it hurt but moaned with delight too.



She was enjoying it and her pleasure made him stiffen more, he began to throb for her. She reached back as he continued to finger her ass and she began to work his shaft, making him harder and ready for her…



At first she didn’t realise the change, she thought it must be two fingers in her hole now, but as his hands came to grope her tits again she realised his cock was going up her ass.



She cried out in pain, with pleasure, with disbelief at the size of him, his girth and how wet she had become. He only pushed a part of himself in her ass, careful not to hurt her too much, enough to tease her, to cause her to cry out for him.



Then he pulled out and pushed her up to the beds head, she clung onto it and he rammed into her pussy. She screamed and he told her to tell him what she wanted.



‘More,more’, she cried, ‘more cock Nate,more Nate’.



His cock swelled when she used his name, he worked up a steady pace, in and almost fully out, in and out, in and out. Then he pumped her, he just went for it. She was crying out obscene words, names, she was worked up and he loved it. He couldn’t hold back any further and shot his load up her.



Rachel shuddered as she climaxed because of the sudden rush of warm fluid inside her. She screamed out as he kept fucking her, he would not relent as she shook on him.



When they were spent she collapsed on her front and he lay on top of her, his weight holding her down. His cum trickling down her legs, their sweaty bodies as one.



‘Where does your wife think you are?’ She asked him.



He smiled and nibbled her shoulder playfully, ‘she knows’.



Rachel was shocked at his answer and glanced back at him, ‘Huh?’



Nate smiled, ‘She encourages me ‘cos I need more sex than her so she tells me to get it elsewhere, so this can be regular if you like?’



Rachel smiled and reached up to his thigh, stroking, wanting to arouse him again…

I was totally exhausted. There were scratches all over my face and night was too dark for walking but I couldn’t stop. I knew that Jareh’s body would have already been found. I had been walking for hours and I was trembling all over. Forest was quite scary as well. There were many boys who wandered through forests for days but I definitely was not one of them. It was new and difficult for me. Suddenly I felt that my feet got wet, I looked down and saw a stream. Being extremely thirsty, I immediately squatted to drink water but I felt strange headache and after seconds I was just lying in the stream, totally unconscious.



***



When I woke up, everything was a bit vague. All I could see was candle’s light and a wooden wall. I realized that I was lying in a bed which increased my wonder and fear even more. I tried to move but that made my headache even worse. I looked around and I started observing every detail. Vagueness was gone and now I could see everything but that didn’t change my amazement.



All I could see was a simple bedroom. Walls were wooden and room was lightened by small candles. I got up and started seeking for a weapon to somehow defend myself. There was nothing that I could use as a weapon. My heartbeat got crazy when I heard steps from another room. Someone was moving towards me and I realized that I was totally unprotected. I quickly climbed into bed and I pretended to be asleep. Door opened with a loud creak. I was lying there, moveless and breathless.



“I know you are awake. I heard your footsteps.” I heard a deep voice. I slowly opened my eyes and saw a big man standing in the shadow. He slowly started approaching so that I could see his face.



He was huge. He was wearing simple clothing but his appearance was quite significant. Candle’s light was proudly showing off his beautiful dark brown hair and eyes. His strong jaw and dark eyebrows increased his masculinity. He was 6’5″and 270 lbs, which made him much bigger than me. His body structure also differed from mine very much. He had powerful thighs and shoulders. He was mature and gruff but perfect for his age. I thought that he would be in his early 40s. Despite being a bit overweight, you could easily see his strong muscles and exercised body. In other conditions, I would definitely be attracted to him but at that moment all I was capable of was trembling in fear.



“Don’t be scared. I just found you in a stream. I took you home and helped you recover. You seemed to have high temperature.” He sat next to me. “I’m glad you are awake.”



I was silent like a fish.



“I’m going to sleep now. I will be in the next room. If you have any problem, do not hesitate to address me.” He understood that I was too scared to talk and added with a laugh. “I may look scary but you should not be afraid of me. I’m just the man who decided to help you. ”



He stood up and left me alone. No sooner had he left the room, he returned and smiled nervously.



“I forgot to mention the food. I have rabbit’s meat and some vegetables. They are on the table. You can eat, whenever you decide to.”



I realized that I was suffering from terrible hunger and I decided to accept the proposal immediately.



“Thank you for everything. Food would be quite nice right now. I’m extremely hungry.” I understood that it was quite rude to immediately ask for food but I was too hungry to think about manners. In addition, I tried to be as polite as I could while requesting.



“Come on, then.” He said with a cheerful smile. I followed him in the dining room



I sat at the table.



“By the way, my name is Brag.” He said with a grin.



“Trad, Nice to meet you.” I answered shyly.



“So, Trad … Are you one of those silly wanderers who think they will find something magical of extraordinary in the forest?”



“No. I wasn’t planning to wander in the dark through the forest. I just needed to leave the village.” I understood that I said too much.



“Which village..? Basinia or Tansus?” Brag gave me the plate full of rabbit meat.



“I’m from Tansus.” I answered nervously and started eating. When I had the first bite, I nearly puked. I had never imagined that meat could be that bad. Brag noticed it and tried to defend himself.



“I know that I am a terrible cook. Actually, my wife died four years ago. She used to cook so the only thing I know is how to haunt.”



“I’m so sorry” I apologized. “So do you live alone?”



“Yes, but I’ve gotten used to solitude. I’m a forester and only human contact I have is with the clients who want to buy wood and with merchants who I want to buy food from. It was not any different in the old times. My wife and I lived alone and didn’t need anyone else. However, we had another room for our son who died when he was 3 … He suffered from a terrible disease.” That cheerful man suddenly transformed into a depressed person who suffered from terrible loneliness.



“I can’t even imagine what it feels like.” I said with terror in my eyes.



“I hope you never will.” He answered with a sad and ironical smile.



After minutes of silence he decided to change the topic.



“Trad, What do you do?”



“Ah … I’m just a peasant.”



He looked at me for awhile, stood up and took the empty plate. “You look tired. I think you should get a sleep.” I nodded and headed to my room. Before closing the door, I turned around and looked at the face of the lonely man. Desire to embrace and encourage him filled me but all I could do was to thank him.



***



Next day, when I woke up Brag had already been gone. I did not want to leave without saying goodbye. I decided to wait until he returned. Automatically, I started thinking about past events which totally changed my life. Jareh’s deep blue eyes came up to my mind and sadness filled me. He and I didn’t have a future. He would return to his duties and I would stay in my village, bringing water and dreaming about happier life. Even after that shocking event, I didn’t regret this small amount of time spent with Jareh. This was the only period of time when I was truly happy. Sir Jareh’s role was irreplaceable part of my life.



Fear of future changed the sadness and melancholy. I didn’t have any plans. Only thing seemed a bit realistic to me was to escape from forest and run to the big city where I could secretly leave with a ship. I didn’t have any other option.



In order to stop thinking about Jareh and help Brag, I decided to do housework and make a better meal from rabbit meat and some other ingredients. Having served as a servant for the king and his visitors, I learned a lot of things about cooking. At home, I was the one who was cooking for the family and I enjoyed it very much. It was like my hobby. Thus, I decided to return favor to Brag and help him with cooking and housework.



It was pretty exhausting but I really enjoyed the final result. House was much cleaner than before and hot meal was waiting for the big man.



After couple of hours, Brag finally returned. His confused smile while he entered the house made me laugh. He thanked me a lot. I could see how much he wanted to taste meal made by me. He quickly took the plate, his piece and sat at the table.



“Mm … This is so tasty” He moaned and asked me to join him. I gladly accepted proposal and started eating. I liked my own food too. I was very proud of myself and Brag seemed to enjoy the meal.



After the dinner, he went out in the garden to look after the plants. I was cleaning the table when I heard sound of horses. I was too benumbed to move, so I stood next to the table holding the plates.



I heard the men stopping near the house which made me even more frightened. Finally, I managed run to my bedroom and hide under the bed. I understood that men were talking with Brag because I easily noticed his deep voice. Nonetheless, Voices were too obscure for me, so all I could do was to lie on the floor in complete silence.



After couple of minutes, I heard the door’s creak. Fortunately, It was only Brag who entered the house. He started looking for me and I quickly climbed into the bed to hide my fear. He opened the door and entered my room. You could easily notice seriousness and feeling of pity in his eyes. He slowly opened his mouth.



“King is searching for a young peasant who, as they say, killed Sir Jareh – one of the most important people in our country. It is said that murder ran to the forest. His name is Trad Ornynyan.” I could see how all of the nerves on his body were tense while he was talking. “Trad, do you want to explain something to me?”



“It’s … me.” I answered with a low voice. I couldn’t look him in the eyes. I tried to look away but I noticed Brag holding the knife which made me even more terrified.



“So you, the boy who tried to play the innocent angel’s role, is the murderer of the knight?” He raised his voice. “You sneaked into my house playing the fucking saint and cooking me the fucking dishes. I talked to you about my family and my loss. You shamelessly used my kindness and stayed at my house, knowing that soldiers could come here at any time.” He pointed knife at me. I could understand his furious and angry tone. I needed to defend myself.



“I’m not the murderer.” I cried out weakly. “I’m not the one. I can’t be. I was just with him.”



“Then, what the fuck were you doing with him?”



“He … He fucked me.” Tears came down on my face. “I’m gay and he fucked me. We slept, I woke up and he had already been killed … I’m gay.”



I can’t explain what I was feeling at that moment. I was coming out, but it was the worst timing and condition for it. I stopped thinking and just confessed. I looked at Brag, who was all red, and waited for punishment with tears in my eyes. He slowly moved his knife aside. Silence filled the room for couple of minutes. Finally, he looked at me and whispered with a low voice.



“You can stay here for awhile. You can’t go out there. They will see you.” He turned around to leave me alone with myself.



“How do you know I’m telling the truth?” I don’t know why I said it.



“I knew you couldn’t have killed the man – Not the knight, not the slave.”



***



As expected, many things were changed after that day. We didn’t talk much. I continued to make the dinner and I even started looking after the garden. On the other hand, Brag continued to work. We didn’t talk about future plans and what I would do. He understood perfectly that it was too soon for me to leave.



One day, I entered Brag’s bedroom to call him for dinner and unexpectedly saw him completely naked, getting ready to change the clothes.



I knew that it was wrong, but I couldn’t look away. I kept staring at him showing off his body treasure. His body hair was just gorgeous. His furry chest, strong thighs and dark pubic hair perfectly fitted his body structure. His manhood was softened, but that didn’t manage to prevent me from getting stunned. His quite thick 4″ cock, beautifully hanging between his hairy thighs, was like a peak of his masculine beauty for me. Suddenly, I caught his furious look and quickly sneaked away.



I had been living with Brag for a week, when we finally had a frank talk. I was sitting at the table when he calmly sat next to me and looked in my eyes.



“What are you going to do? You should know that being with Jareh as his lover is a really dumb excuse. Even if you prove that you are not a killer, it will not affect the final result. You will be punished either for killing the knight, or for being gay.”



“I know that.” I murmured and tears filled my eyes. “But I am not able to change something. It happened and partially I don’t regret it. It was my first sexual experience and it was fucking beautiful. I wanted this to happen. I have needs which I tried to hide for my whole life.



“Please, stop!” Brag tried to ignore tears in my eyes. “Are you talking to me about sexual needs? I have not had sex for four years. There are some whore houses in the big city, but I can’t go there. It’s too much for me. Actually, it must be too much for every man but it isn’t unfortunately.”



I smiled and nodded in agreement. I looked at him and suddenly a crazy idea filled me. I filled his lips, demanding for kiss. I filled his body, demanding for touch. I filled his penis, demanding for action. Without a second thought, I quickly moved towards Brag and kissed him. He quickly reacted and pushed me away with his strong arms, stood up and furiously ran to his room. He was murmuring something, but the only thing I heard was “this is wrong”. I sat there breathless, stunned by my own action. I slowly stood up and went to my room. I tried not to be too nervous. Being too tired both physically and emotionally, I quickly managed to lull to sleep.



It was door’s creak that woke me up. I saw Brag standing next to the door, trembling and holding candle in his hand – only source of light in the room. To my surprise, he quickly blew out the candle and dropped it on the floor. I held my breath waiting for his next move. It was dark and I couldn’t see his face. He sat on the bed next to me, touched back of my head and pushed me towards me. I don’t know why but I tried to resist. It might have been instinctive action but I was too weak for him and quickly let him have me. He touched my lips with his fingers and passionately kissed me. I couldn’t see him because of the dark but I could swear he was smiling.



“What are you doing?” I asked with a confused smile.



“Didn’t you want this?”



“Yes, but … I thought you didn’t want it.”



“Oh, baby … you have no idea how much I wanted this.” He grinned.



I tried to say something but he stopped me with a gentle kiss. He slowly put his arms around my waist and started rubbing my shoulders and neck. I opened my mouth to free the way for his tongue. His tongue reached mine and I immediately felt my erection. I started sucking his lips like a crazy vampire. I put my arms around his shoulder and moved even closer. I started running my fingers through his hair which made him even crazier. He made me lie on my back, started running his fingers under shirt and pinching my nipples and continued kissing me.



I found somehow found power to make him lie on his back. I quickly sat on me and felt his boner. We took our clothes off and I started kissing and licking his body from nipples to his crotch. Brag started moaning and held my hair.



I got out of the bed and leaned down to fulfill my lover’s ultimate desire and face his cock. Considering the fact that I couldn’t see the size, I took it in my hands to somehow measure it. Result was unexpected because I was really amazed by the length and thickness of his beautiful manhood. I didn’t even think that after Jareh it was possible to amaze me. I started slowly stroking his dick and deeply sucked his huge balls.



“Do it, please! I’ve waited for so long.” He screamed like a crazy.



I grinned and continued my work. I touched his head with my tongue and started licking it. Taste of pre-cum tasted sweaty, a bit salty and extremely delicious. I knew he had enormous cock, so I decided to put it in my mouth inch by inch. With every inch, my mouth got fuller and soon his pubic hair was making it hard for me to breathe. I licked every part of hic cock which got him hornier and more excited. He wanted me to take it fully but it was damn hard. I took as much as I could and nearly choked. Brag understood that he was going to cum so he made me pull it out.



I needed a little rest but he suddenly lifted me and roughly threw me on the bed.



“Your ass is going to get exploded. Shit, I waited so long.”



“Please, just be gentle.” I begged.



He made me crouch on all four for him. He pushed one finger inside me and started slowly moving. This made me relax more and I told him I was ready for his manhood to enter me. He chuckled happily like a small child and starting stroking his own cock, getting it ready for action.



He put his hands on my ass cheeks and I understood that it was the signal. In seconds, I felt a thick object trying to enter me. Even though brag tried to prepare me, pain was enormous. He pushed his cock even more and made me scream like a little girl. Pain seemed to be unbearable and brag saw it. He leaned towards me and starting rubbing my shoulders, kissing and encouraging me. After a minute of hesitating, I decided to let him fully enter me.



Inch by inch, it hurt even more. I even thought that losing virginity was less painful. After minutes of struggling, Brag filled me with his hot dick. Having waited for awhile, he started slowly moving which made me feel better because pain was going away and astonishing feeling was filling me. Brag realized that I was less hesitant and he pushed in more powerfully. By each push, he was increasing the speed and the power. We were both moaning and gasping. Our bodies were touching each other and his sweat was going all over my body. I could feel thick cock, his furry chest, muscled thighs and skilled tongue which started licking my ear.



Because of me begging for more, he reached his maximal power and speed. His cock was traveling through my anus with ease, his balls were slapping my ass, he was gasping and breathed deeply.



“Oh, my … I’m going to cum!” Brag screamed.



As soon as I heard it, I started stroking my own cock and preparing for anal explosion. I felt his trembling cock swell and he shot his first load in my ass like a long-awaited rocket into space. Brag cried out and nearly lost control. I unloaded my own sperm and we both held each others’ hands in order to control ourselves. He lied on his back next to me, hardly breathing and unable to move. I hugged him and placed my head on his furry chest. I started running my finger through his fur and playing with his pink hard nipples. We both were tired and needed to rest after the action. I kissed him on his lips and prepared for sleeping. It was the first time after the death of Jareh that I was truly not afraid, secured by Brag’s strong arms.



I closed my eyes, embracing Brag, and suddenly heard the door’s creak. I opened my eyes, frightened to death, and saw a man holding the lamp and looking at me.



To be continued …

I woke up to the familiar pain in my ass as something hard slid in and out of me- teasing. I moaned into my pillow, cursing myself for smoking so much last night, cursing my laziness; I hadn’t ripped, but something felt off. I didn’t open my eyes, couldn’t get to my knees because he was holding my down by my neck; but not choking me like he usually did…



In fact, his hands felt wrong, and-



Holy shit it wasn’t his cock.



Whoever was in me was much bigger then my master, and much, much, quieter. When I realized that it wasn’t him, I screamed! I heard a laugh- it sounded odd, the accent, I knew the accent from… somewhere… from… the bathhouse? Yes, I knew that voice from the bathhouse; I could feel smooth fur dancing across my legs- it was the servant who had waited on us last night!



“What the hell?” I raised my head, stared at the dark wood stained in front of me and tried to remember where I was. I must still be in my master’s hotel room. Where was he? Did he know about this? Was I supposed to be doing this? I heard that fucking laugh again- it was starting to piss me off.



“Don’t worry- I’m not gonna hurt ya’,” his voice has a soothing effect, “Your boss said that you had some kind of thing today, but I wouldn’t hurt ya’ anyway. Just been a long time since I’ve been with a lapin.”



“mm-hmm…” I tried to turn my head to look at him, for my master, anything that would give me a clue as to what was going on.



He was really starting to make me sore- I very rarely wished this upon myself, but if he was going to keep popping in and out like that it was going to leave me very hurt, and gaping for a little while. The opposite of what I needed if my master was going to be showing off my healing power. Plus, for some reason, I didn’t have the same kind of respect I usually had for my tops; I just wasn’t afraid of this guy… Strange… The hangover was killing me and I pulled the pillow back up to bury my face in it.



“That hurts- those shallow thrusts,” I mumbled into the pillowcase, as much bravery as I could muster.



He stopped, with his dick right outside, and moved to his knees; I could feel him take the weight off of me. “What?” he asked, and grabbed my hair, so I couldn’t lose my voice in the pillow, “I can’t hear ya’.”



“Those shallow thrusts hurt,” I sighed, hoping I hadn’t just brought something horrible on myself.



“Heh, so you do talk.” I could see him now, the way he was holding my head- he wasn’t as young as I had pegged him for, but he couldn’t be much older then I was, “So I guess that means… hmm… I was trying not to stretch you out, but if that’s what you want,” he was laughing. I had made a mistake.



And he rammed his entire length inside me! I screamed; I had seen it yesterday- could feel my body contorting around him; I scrambled, pulling myself forward, grabbing for the headboard, all that I succeeded in doing was shoving the pillow under my chest and banging my head. There were tears in my eyes; I couldn’t see for them, but not of sorrow or anything like that. He stopped, and held me there by my waist, moaning as I squirmed to try and find some way to make the intruder comfortable- he was far past the spot that my master had conditioned me to love; he was so far inside me- farther then anyone had ever gone. I felt like he was ripping me apart.



“Please, please, please,” I begged, but he held me firm.



“You’re alright,” he pulled out just a little, “It’s what you wanted.”



“I changed my mind, I can’t- I can’t… Holy fuck, what the fuck are you? How is… this possible?” I gasped for breath as he slammed back into me. I could feel his balls brush up against mine, our hips met, he was completely inside me again, there was no pleasure from it at all, my insides felt like they were burning; I wasn’t ripped but I have no idea why not.



“heh,” I heard the familiar laugh of my master; I turned my head to see him eating breakfast and sipping tea, “He must really like you, he never talks this much.”



Ok, so he knew. How long had he been sitting there? There was a little sitting room off to the side where I had stood looking out the window, that couch place- he must’ve been in there and just moved to the table. That eased most of my fears, but did nothing to stop the pounding, the electricity that was flying through my entire body every time the fucking goat slammed into me.



I laid my head down on the bedsheets and wept softly into them. Braced my forehead with my arm so that when he pounded me, I wouldn’t bang my head again. He was being slow and gentle, and I sent a prayer of thanks up for that.



“Here, Xac,” my master put his cup down and came to comfort me. He turned to the guy behind me, “hold on a sec, you’ve got a bad angle.” He moved the pillow that I had buried under my chest to my groin, forcing my ass higher- that suddenly felt better, “Keep your back arched, Xac. Here, prop yourself up a sec.” I lifted myself, my arms didn’t want to support my frame, as he slid another pillow under the first one. Now I wasn’t exactly on my knees (my top was a head shorter then I was at any rate) but he was fucking me like I was. “Better?” he asked.



“Much smoother,” the servant replied, and I realized that Master was talking with him, even though he had been squeezing my hand. But the angle was better; it still hurt, but the rubbing wasn’t as random as it had been; I could feel my insides stretching, filling up, but his cock was hitting everything, and the pain edges my mind with a steady buildup of pleasure. I couldn’t really move, and I knew I was being a bad fuck, but he didn’t seem to notice. I closed my eyes and concentrated on getting whatever enjoyment I could-



He was just so deep- the only part that really hurt was where his head had split me open. I was used to the normal pain involved when you have to stretch to fit someone who’s a little to wide, but I had never had someone so deep inside my guts before. Somehow, that image made me feel a little better; so did the friction I got from the pillows as my cock started to stand at attention, and I let out a moan.



“mmm, there you go,” the servant addressed me, “just relax.”



“uh-hu,” I mewed happily; I understood what he was talking about- he was hitting me in the right spots now, he didn’t pull back much, and he was going in a slow, but steady and smooth rhythm. I really wished that he had let me lube him up a little, but the extra friction seemed to be really working for him. I was just beginning to think that there was a possibility that I might be able to cum myself, felt my body tensing, when he shot so deep inside me that I let out another scream, softer, in alarm- and closed in on him.



He said nothing, but made low noises that lost any human sound- I hadn’t expected it, but it seemed like it wouldn’t stop. He was convulsing uncontrollably, not the way a man normally does, but expanding at least twice his size; still pumping- I couldn’t form words, couldn’t think, I was blinded somehow. He dug his nails into my back and I squirmed- he loved it. I needed it to stop- the pain was back, I was filled to capacity! I howled but he kept going! How was he cumming this much? For this long?



I bucked against him- when I tried to pull away it just hurt more; for some reason, the deeper he went the less it hurt- and tried to keep him in the same spot, moved with his body- which was causing my cock to rub harder and faster against the pillows. My master must’ve seen the look on my face, because I heard the words, “Xac, it’s alright.”



Oh thank god. I reached for my cock as the man behind me bore down, slamming me into the bed-frame, probably leaving a knot, and pinning my other arm there. The explosion inside me seemed to taper off, but I was thankful- as my healing kicked in around him, the euphoria set in- I wished that he would take that force and set it around my neck instead of my arm- I wonder….



“choke me?” I asked, but I said it much fiercer then I had meant to, and he obliged. As the tingling sensation took hold of me and I lost the feeling in my hands, his full weight seemed to bear down between his hands and his cock and I was stuck there, impaled on him; I twitched violently and shot all over the bedsheets. I wanted him to let go, to know that it was alright, but he was somehow still cumming inside me.



This was insane. When I thought that the pummeling was finally going to drive me mad, he suddenly pulled out, in a motion as smooth as he had went in, and left me empty. He must’ve jumped up in that same motion, because when I turned around, he was already washing his hands in the basin and thanking my master. I was crying- I didn’t know why.



I really expected my ass to ache like it had yesterday, to be stretched, torn, unusable, but it didn’t. I didn’t have any pain, if anything, the euphoria of my body healing, tightening back up was all. I was sitting in my own mess with the pillows under my knees, so I reached down and hugged them, trying to get my breathing back- trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. After the money and the pleasantries, he came back over and rested a few inches from my face. He was cute, he really was, and young, but I didn’t know what to make of him. I had made a mistake not fearing him.



“I hope I see you again,” he smiled, “You were the best one yet.” He tussled my hair and planted a kiss on my forehead.



“Thank you?” I asked in awe as he headed out the door, locking it in place behind him.



“What did you think?” my master asked, biting into a pastry, then added with a laugh, “You’ll probably be leaking for a while.”



“What…” I searched for the right words, “Master, what are they?”



“Satyrs.” he said simply, turning some kind of large book over in his hands- on the front were pictures drawn of the festival below, “They built this city and holed themselves up in it. They’re very good customers, but I don’t want you to get used to it. They’ve got some kind of magic about them that’s supposed to lure people in and keep them here until they’re so wasted and broke- their wallets” he added, seeing the look on my face, “broke meaning their wallets are empty. I looked him over, he wasn’t that thick, you’ll be fine. Just thought you should try it once.”



I stood up and sat back down, I was leaking- everywhere.



“Don’t worry about it,” my master laughed, staring at me, “They’re the ones who are going to have to clean it up. Come sit with me and have some breakfast.”

Hey all and welcome to the adventures of me, Zoe. Before I begin I guess I should tell you a little bit about myself. I’m a 19 year old college student that is in love. The first love being my boyfriend Tim. The second being sex. Yes, I love sex, in all its sweaty, sticky glory. Before I met Tim I guess you could say I was kind of a church mouse. I didn’t smoke, drink, swear, disobey my parents, etc. Tim changed all that. He opened my eyes to the world that night we first slept together. Now we’ve been dating for a year and I couldn’t be happier.



Not a day goes by where I’m not at Tim’s apartment. Some of the time he isn’t even home, in which I just hang out by myself or with his roommate Eric. I don’t mind it when the guys are gone as it gives me a chance to clean. Let me tell ya, cleaning up after two 22 year old college guys is a job in of itself. In fact, I really only go home to get new clothes or when I feel like getting scolded by my dad. Their apartment isn’t much, just a dingy two bedroom two bath that desperately needed to be updated, but the nice thing about it is that it’s close to the university.



So on to the story.



It was a Wednesday night and I had just screwed up cooking dinner. This was nothing new and at least Tim gave me points for effort. Resorting to plan B I called and ordered us a pizza. While waiting I sat on the couch and watched Tim play video games, bored but content. When he finally took a break to smoke I followed him onto the balcony. We each lit a cigarette and he sat in his rusty metal chair next to a cardboard box that held the ashtray. I leaned onto the railing and looked down at the passersby. I liked being on the second floor as we got some good views of the surroundings.



“I’m bored,” I said blowing smoke into the air and turning to face Tim.



“So,” he replied. “What do you want to do about it?”



“I don’t know,” I said whining.



“You could get me a beer,” he replied smiling at me.



“Oh how could I resist that smile,” I joked then put out my cigarette and headed into the kitchen. I honestly couldn’t resist him. Tim is very pleasing on the eyes: short blonde hair, tall, skinny but still toned, and deep blue eyes.



I guess I have good timing as the doorbell rang when I was in the kitchen. I answered it and sure enough it was the pizza delivery man.



“Just a sec,” I said and turned to find Tim’s wallet. Scrambling around I managed to find it. Of course it was in his pants from yesterday that were crumpled up next to the television. I don’t think Tim ever put anything away where it was supposed to go.



I returned to pay the man when I fumbled and dropped Tim’s wallet on the ground by his feet. When I leaned down to get it I could feel the man eyeing my chest. I smiled, feeling reassured about my looks as he stared at the cleavage my C cups breasts provide.



“Here ya go,” I said standing up and handing him the money.



“Thank you,” he said enthusiastically and left.



I set the pizza down on the table and walked back to the balcony to give Tim his beer.



“Here sweetie,” I said handing the beer to him.



“What’s with the grin?” He asked.



“Oh nothing,” I replied. I paused for a moment then said, “I know what we could do.”



“Eat dinner?” Tim chuckled.



“No,” I said as I moved and straddled myself over him. Sitting in his lap I leaned in and kissed him softly on the cheek. I kept kissing him as I said, “You could fuck me. Right here, right now.”



“What? On the balcony?” Tim laughed.



I pulled away and sat straight up. I ran my hands over his chest and replied, “Yes. Right here.



“I don’t think so Zoe,” Tim said nervously. I could tell he was thinking about it but wouldn’t budge.



“Oh come on,” I pouted. “You could show all those people passing by how to really fuck a girl.”



Tim sat there silent, staring at me.



“Okay,” I said cheerfully. “How about I suck you off?”



“What’s with you,” he said lifting me off of him and standing up. “Why do you want to do it out here where everybody can see us?”



“I don’t know,” I said crossing my arms. “It would be something new, something you haven’t done, and it would be exciting. You know, us knowing they could be watching us.”



Without saying anything Tim walked back into the apartment. I quickly followed, trying to slap his butt as he moved into the kitchen.



“Damn someone’s horny,” Tim said and finally stopped next to the kitchen table.



“I can’t help it,” I said leaning into him. The pizza guy staring at my chest got me going, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. “I need it. I want it,” I said. I moved my hands down his chest to his crotch. I could feel him grow within his jeans. “C’mon baby,” I said seductively. “Give me that cock.”



“Well what can I say to that,” Tim replied.



I knew Tim liked it when I talked dirty, and it was a turn on for me as well. I didn’t need anymore motivation as my hands unzipped his jeans. I grabbed a hold of them and his boxers and, as I knelt down, I pulled them with me. I helped him step out of them before looking up and seeing my prize, free from its cage.



Tim leaned against the table as I went to work. I eagerly grabbed his hardened shaft by the base and held it in front of me. I ran my tongue up and down the length of it, stopping breifly so I could flick my tongue at the head. I looked up at his eyes as I teased him. I was so turned on, knowing he was watching me pleasure him. I loved the control I had over him as I played with his cock. It was like a toy. My toy. I engulfed him into my mouth and proceeded to suck as hard as I could. His cock hit the back of my throat as I took him in and out. The saliva built within my mouth but I didn’t want to stop. I let it seep out of me as I continued my work.



Tim ran his hands through my long and curly auburn hair. He gently grasped it as his hands carressed the back of my head. I wanted him to be more forceful and fuck my mouth like he does my pussy. Instead he leaned down and grabbed my arms, pulling me up.



I breathed heavily as I caught my breath. Wiping the drool from my chin I looked at him and said, “Why stop?”



“Cause I want to fuck you before I explode,” he replied.



Smiling up at him I said, “I think I can live with that.”



Suddenly he grabbed my hips and picked my skinny body up and draped me over his shoulders. I gasped and, slapping his ass I said, “Giddy up.” He carried me into the bedroom and flung me onto the bed. After regaining my composure I watched as he turned on the television and pressed play on the dvd player.



I sat up and lifted my tee shirt over my head as the sounds of sex poured from the television speakers. Tim turned me on to pornography. Before I thought it was degrading to women and only perverts watched it, but now I love it. I fantasize about what it must be like to be those women. Sometimes I pretend that it’s really other people in the room having sex right next to us.



I undid my bra and tossed it aside as I looked on at the television, watching two women share a man’s cock between their mouths. I know this was Tim’s favorite. Tim threw off his shirt and jumped on the bed. Quickly he was at my neck, kissing it before moving to my chest. I continued to watch the screen as Tim ran his tongue along my breasts. His hands roamed along my body, unable to find a home. I moaned out when I felt his teeth clench down on my nipple. Tim knew I liked a little pain with my pleasure.



I couldn’t wait for him any longer and grabbed my jeans. After unclasping them I quickly pulled them down. Tim finished pulling them off of me and didn’t waste time before taking off my thong. His hand finally found its way to my sopping pussy. I gasped as his fingers probed in and out of me. I loved this feeling of being ravaged, knowing he desperately wanted me.



“Fuck me,” I said impatiently.



He pulled his hands from me and leaned up saying, “Aren’t we in a hurry.”



I laughed at myself for being so impatient. I sat up and grabbed the hand that was probing inside me. Slowly I stuck one finger in, then another. I don’t know what was better, tasting myself on him or knowing how much it turned him on. Either way I finished cleaning his fingers then said, “My pussy tastes like it needs to be fucked by something much bigger than your finger.”



“Will this do?” He said kneeling with his back straight up, pointing his marvelous cock at me.



“For now,” I giggled lightly then got on my hands and knees facing the television.



Tim knelt behind me and grabbed my hips. After getting into position he slapped my ass, causing me to moan. His hand spanked me again, a little harder this time, and again I moaned out.



“You like that don’t you,” he said as he continued to spank me, alternating cheek to cheek.



“Oh ya,” I said as I watched the women on the screen massage each other as the man fucked them.



One final slap came down before I felt his cock at the tip of my pussy. I moaned as he slowly sank himself into me. Every muscle clenched against him as he fully buried himself. Once in, he began rocking back and forth, pulling my hips towards him. I bounced back and forth in sheer bliss as he fucked me.



“God yes,” I moaned out dropping my head into the sheets.



The sounds of our bodies slapping against each other combined with the moaning from the television was sending me over the edge. All I could think about was this wonderful sensation. His cock was hitting every right spot. His hand gripped my hips like he was clinging for his life. I moaned into the sheets, louder and louder as he pummeled me. For a moment we seemed in unison with people on the screen. Our combined moaning and grunting was overwhelming. I closed my eyes and let the sounds guide me to an orgasm.



The sounds of my screams must have tipped off Tim as he pulled out of me. I didn’t want him to stop. I needed that cock inside me, one way or another. I quickly spun around and saw Tim’s sweaty body panting. I grabbed his cock and verociously sunk my mouth around it. I thoroughly cleaned it of my juices before lifting my head up. I stroked his shaft and looked at him. Panting I said, “You’re not giving up on me now are ya?”



Tim didn’t say a word as he grabbed my shoulders and spun me back around. I returned to my place on all fours and waited impatiently for his cock to return and fill the void it left.



“I want to try something new,” Tim breathed out.



“Oh ya,” I said getting excited, wondering what he had in mind.



Tim squirmed himself into position. I could feel the head of his cock press against my asshole. That was the obvious clue of what he was about to do. I guess I should of known when I looked at the screen and saw the man buried balls deep into the blonde’s ass.



“Don’t clench,” Tim said as his cock pressed against me.



I couldn’t help it. I was scared of having him in there but at the same time was excited. This was something new for the both of us. I knew Tim hadn’t done this with another girl and that turned me on, knowing I would be his first like he was for me. I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth as his cock slowly penetrated my ass. At first I felt like I was imploding, but as I relaxed and allowed him in the feeling started to subside. I opened my eyes, realizing the fear was worse than the act. I watched the girls scream out in pleasure on the screen as Tim made his way deeper and deeper inside me. The pain started to combine with pleasure and before I knew it my body was pushing back against him.



“Oh my god that’s amazing,” Tim moaned out.



“Good baby,” I replied panting. “My body is for your pleasure.”



“Oh ya it is,” Tim continued to grunt. “God damn,” he said as our boddies got into a rythm.



I couldn’t think about anything other than that large cock invading my ass. I moaned as my hips were pulled repeatatly towards him. I concentrated on that cock splitting me open, and the pleasure it brought to Tim.



“Fuck ya,” Tim said breaking my concentration. “Just like them.”



He must have meant the people on the screen. I looked up to see the girls on their knees, waiting for the guy to cum on them. If that’s what Tim wants then I won’t deny him.



Tim sped up his pace as our bodies rocked back and forth. I went from feeling overly stuffed to feeling empty as he pulled himself out of me. He grabbed my body and awkwardly rolled me onto my back. My head bounced as it landed just off edge of the bed. I leaned up only to see Tim’s balls in front of me. I quickly sucked on one, then the other as Tim mounted himself over my chest. I was in an awkward position and couldn’t really move when Tim grabbed the back of my head, holding it in place. Quickly he shoved his cock passed my lips and into my mouth. The taste of bitterness quickly filled me as he rammed himself back and forth into me.



“Fuck my mouth like my pussy,” I thought to myself. Isn’t that what I was thinking earlier? I got my wish as Tim continued to jab at the back of my throat. I couldn’t suck, couldn’t lick, nothing. Just take his cock in and try not to gag.



It didn’t take long before Tim pulled out. I opened my eyes to see him jerking off, with his cock pointing directly at me. His grunting became loud and he closed his eyes. A second later a stream of his seed shot out and hit me on the bridge of my nose. In reaction I closed my eyes. I held tight as I felt a second wave hit my lips.



Feeling it was safe I opened my eyes to see Tim squeezing any last drop of his semen onto my chest. Thoroughly spent he collapsed back onto the bed. I wiped him sperm from my lips and wiped it onto my breast before getting up.



I couldn’t think straight. I awkwardly rolled over and off the bed. My body couldn’t stop shaking. My ass, pussy, and mouth all ached. My muscles felt worn. I felt sweaty and sticky. All I could think was how great that was. My mind was trapped there as I headed out of the room.



I grabbed a cigarette from the table and walked onto the balcony. I lit it up and breathed in. That’s when reality came back to me. The cold brisk air snapped my mind back and I looked out, seeing the people walk the streets. That’s when I realized I was not only completely naked, but covered in Tim’s seed that seeped down my face and body.



For a second I was in shock, paralyzed, and frozen in place. That’s when two college guys pointed up at me and yelled, “Hell ya!” I let out a smile and stood still as one reached for his phone and snapped a picture. Feeling cold I put out the cigarette and walked back inside.



I walked back into the bedroom to find Tim composing himself. He didn’t say anything as he started getting dressed.



“Have fun?” I asked.



“Just a bit,” he laughed.



I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the television. My body ached but yet still yearned for more. I knew Tim was spent though. I watched on as a new scene unfolded. Two girls, a blonde and a brunette, were making out on their bed while a guy watched on.



“I wonder what it’s like?” I said.



“Wonder what what’s like? Tim responded.



“To kiss a girl.”



I swear Tim froze in place when I said that. A devilish grin swept accross his face. I didn’t say another word on the matter and leaned back, watching the scene unfold.



That story is for another time.

This story is a transsexual fantasy.







What if it were possible for a hypnotic therapy, in this case we’ll call it deblock therapy to allow the mind to become truly self actualizing and coherent and in so doing unleash the full force of what is called the law of attraction allowing the mind to co-create what it most desires?



Where might that lead?



In this story one such possibility is explored………



“Imagine starting to believe in yourself and your infinite possibilities. Imagine believing you deserve everything you want out of life. Imagine getting everything you want out of life.



Once you apply the ‘Law of Attraction’ everything is possible.”



My name is, or should I say was, James (now Jamie), and there I was, a 30 year old guy, who was a virgin, sharing a New York, rent controlled apartment with a 25 year old lesbian, Ashley, and she was a hot looking lesbian at that.



Ashley, although a lesbian had started to help me explore my feminine side, and it was becoming clearer to me with each passing day that Ashley was starting to fall in love with me as a woman.



I had mixed feelings about this because although from the moment I laid eyes on Ashley I fell for her, I felt that in the end our relationship could only ever be a disappointment to Ashley as I was not a biological woman.



Then in a surprise gesture Ashley had paid for a very expensive therapy for me called deblock therapy, and this therapy was supposed to help me realize my true potential, and indeed my art had suddenly become much more inspired, and soon an exhibition of my work would be shown pushing me onto the international stage.



Strangely, physical changes had started occurring to my body giving me a much more feminine appearance, and Ashley had recently capitalized on this getting me a job working as a waitress with her as a female.



Now as I was working as a waitress, spending time in the apartment with Ashley and preferred to paint in feminine attire I was actually spending more time in female form than male.



But it was in male attire that I went to a doctor’s appointment that morning, particularly conscious of my rapidly growing breasts under my shirt.



As soon as I was led into the office, I exposed my breasts to the doctor, who I had known for a long time.



“Look at these Bill,” I said, “they have been growing a few weeks now.”



“Hmmm…. They are quite beautiful aren’t they?” Bill commented, “Can I touch, just professional curiosity of course.”



As Bill felt my left breast, my nipple hardened automatically. “Well I see they are fully functional,” he said.



“Ok, let me take some blood tests and urine tests, and I will get back to you,” Bill said.



For the next few minutes I provided blood and urine samples to the nurse, and left.



That evening, as usual while Jeff was away we were joined by Ashley’s bisexual friend Jackie. Jackie loved to get eaten out by Ashley and myself, and showed her appreciation by returning the favor to Ashley and giving me a blow job.



So there I was flat on my back, being taken to heaven by the magic of Jackie’s expert mouth on my dick while I took long loving tastes of Ashley’s pussy with my long tongue. Ashley was writhing about on top of me and her pussy was very wet filling my nose and mouth with the smell and taste of sex.



Somehow Jackie was able to keep me on the edge of orgasm for prolonged periods without me actually coming whilst Ashley was coming in waves of orgasms one after another.



Finally I came strongly in Jackie’s mouth and she somehow managed to swallow it all, after which I lovingly ate Jackie’s pussy, bringing her to orgasm.



As we all lay exhausted on the bed, Ashley said, “That was incredible I just came nine times.”



“Hmmmm….”, Jackie said, “Jamie is certainly very talented with her tongue, I think we should reward her.”



At this Jackie and Ashley each took one of my tits in their mouths and started to suckle them.



As Jackie was suckling my left nipple, she stopped for a moment and said, “Jamie’s breasts are almost the size of a young woman’s now, and they look incredible.”



“Yes they do,” replied Ashley, “I am very pleased with them.”



“Look at how her nipples are so hard,” Ashley continued, “her tits are very sensitive.”



“You know what I would like to see?” Jackie asked.



“What?” Ashley and I asked in unison.



“I would like Jeff to cum all over Jamie’s beautiful tits, so I could lick it off them.”



“Euww,” said Ashley, “that’s gross.”



“I know it’s not your thing,” said Jackie, “but could you let Jeff and I have Jamie some time to indulge my fantasies.”



“Of course,” said Ashley, “we’re all friends here.”



I couldn’t understand why Jackie was asking Ashley for permission to use my body, but for some reason I liked the idea.



The following day I had a meeting with my artistic agent Annabel, about the upcoming exhibition of my art, which if successful would be shown nationally.



I arrived to see a very masculine looking guy leaving Annabel’s office as I arrived, the guy looked really pissed to me.



As I entered her office there was a question in my eyes, and Annabel answered my unspoken question saying, “I just broke up with him, he is a jerk, but I am a succor for a muscular physique.”



Annabel and I shared history, and was the only woman I had been on a date with that was still in my life. Like some other women I had had a date with, she had pointed out that I was not manly enough for her, even a bit effeminate. However in this case she had said that she understood it was my nature, and did not hold it against me, for that reason we still remained friends.



As I was reflecting on what Annabel had said, she suddenly interrupted my thoughts, saying, “I was thinking that maybe I should try somebody like you.”



“What!” I replied, “but you always said I was not manly enough.”



“That’s the funny part,” said Annabel, “you always did look like a pretty boy, but recently you look even more feminine, and that is what I now find attractive. I have always been bi curious, and while I never did more than kiss a girl in high school, I clearly appreciate an attractive female body, but of course I crave cock.”



There was something almost predatory about the way Annabel was talking that I found almost intimidating, but I quickly put this idea out of my mind as we planned my exhibition, two months in advance.



I had no vehicle myself so that day and so Ashley came to pick me up. I saw the signs of unmistakable attraction between Ashley and Annabel, and as we left Annabel gave Ashley her number, imploring Ashley to give her a call sooner rather than later.



Jeff returned from his business trip, which unfortunately brought Jackie’s nightly visits to an end and I resigned myself to not getting my nightly blow job. A few days later however I was surprised to learn that Jeff (my male role model), wanted Ashley and myself to come over and join Jackie and himself for some fun, as he called it. He also made it clear that he wanted me to come over as Jamie.



My initial reaction was to be angry at Jackie for telling Jeff about my feminine persona, but when I thought about it I realized that in any state of undress, the increasing size of my tits would be immediately obvious.



Ashley immediately agreed to us joining Jackie and Jeff, saying it was the least we could do for having the pleasure of Jackie’s company over the previous two weeks, and as I fondly remembered Jackie’s blow jobs, I could hardly disagree. So it was agreed that we meet up with Jackie and Jeff that evening.



That afternoon I got a call from Bill, my doctor, about my preliminary blood and urine tests.



First he assured me that I did not have any critical health problem, and then explained to me that what I had was a hormonal imbalance called ‘estrogen dominance’ explaining to me that both women and men could produce estrogen. He told me that while the estrogen levels I had in my body were uncommon for men it was certainly not unheard of and that further tests would be done on my samples to try to establish the underlying cause.



“In the meantime what do I do?” I asked.



“Well judging by the way your hardening nipples suggested you were becoming aroused when I touched them,” he said, “I would enjoy your beautiful tits while you have them.”



That evening Ashley dressed us both in matching short white sundresses, and paid extra attention to my makeup and styling my hair, we also wore matching strappy white shoes with 4″ heels.



On arriving at Jackie and Jeff’s apartment Jeff was amazed about how I looked.



“You make a shit hot girl Jamie,” he said, “like that you and Ashley look like twins.”



After a few drinks we retired to Jeff and Jackie’s bedroom where Jackie explained what she wanted to happen. Jeff had a fantasy where he wanted to see two lesbians and a shemale together, explaining that she wanted me to fuck her while I ate out Ashley.



It suddenly dawned on me that I was going to get to fuck Jackie, not just have her give me a blow job, but actually fuck her.



When we were all naked Jackie pushed me on the bed and then took my dick into her glorious mouth, and as she did this, Ashley covered my mouth with her now wet pussy. Looking over to where Jeff was sitting I saw the look of lust in his eye as he was slowly jacking himself watching us together.



Now that I was getting nice and hard, Jackie let my cock out of her mouth and prepared to mount my dick, at this point Ashley was already coming from the insistent flicks of my tongue on her clit and in her love hole.



Now Jackie slowly began to tease the head of my dick by rubbing the lips of her pussy against it, and then she started to ease my dick inside her. At that moment it felt like I was in heaven, my first experience of being inside a hot, wet, pulsating pussy. At that moment I was no longer a virgin.



I had been worried about my performance but I needn’t have as it turned out. In that position on my back Jackie was in total control of our fucking and she was expertly riding my cock keeping me at the verge of orgasm without me coming. Also as if I needed turning on any more Ashley’s insistent pussy, on my face ensured that I had to concentrate on eating her out and had no time to reflect on any insecurities I might have had about it being my first time.



Now I became aware that Jackie and Ashley were kissing each other passionately, their pert breasts pushed against each other, as their love holes were filled respectively by my dick and tongue. Knowing this only served to make me harder inside Jackie making me even more sensitive to the feel of her wonderful pussy.



After both Jackie and Ashley had come twice, Jeff who had been slowly wanking himself all this time as he watched us cried out, “I’m about to cum,” and Jackie dutifully removed my dick from her and went over to the edge of the bed, to finish Jeff off in her mouth.



Then as Ashley continued to ride my face with her pussy, I watched out of the corner of my eye as Jeff came inside Jackie’s talented mouth and Jackie swallowed all his cum.



Once Jackie had completely licked Jeff’s dick dry, I expected her to return and finish me off the way she had Jeff, but Jackie had other ideas. She got on her hands and knees and wanted me to fuck her doggie style while she ate out Ashley.



Now I became a bit worried about my performance again as this time I would be in charge of the fucking rather than Jackie, but Jackie was very understanding and did all that she could to put me at my ease. Firstly she put her hand behind her taking my rock hard dick and putting it inside her dripping snatch.



Then as I eased inside her wonderful passage I found that Jackie was able to help me with fucking her by rhythmically backing onto my dick. She encouraged me saying, “Just take it nice and slow Jamie, let me set the rhythm,” then, “hmmm, that feels delicious.”



Once Jackie was satisfied that I was comfortable fucking her, she got to work taking loving tastes of Ashley’s pussy, causing Ashley to thrash about. Jeff, despite having been drained of cum only minutes earlier, was already beginning to harden again being so turned on by the sight unfolding before his eyes.



Fucking Jackie was incredible but for some reason I didn’t feel in any way manly. I was crying out in my new girly voice and as I reached down to take Jackie’s pert tit in my hand, I was well aware of my own developing tits rubbing against her back.



Looking at Jeff as I fucked Jackie, it was clear that he also saw nothing masculine in me as he watched a beautiful girl fucking his girlfriend while his girlfriend ate out her lesbian play mate. Then finally after both Jackie and Ashley had several multiple orgasms, I came hard inside Jackie flopping exhausted onto the bed.



Jackie however was not done with me and lay back on the bed insisting that I clean up my own cum from inside her by sucking her cunt clean and as I did this Ashley rode Jackie’s face to another orgasm as Jackie herself writhed about under my tongue.



By this time Jeff was rock hard again from watching us and I was hard again from sucking my own cum out of Jackie’s cunt.



Ashley exhausted, now took a break, and now Jackie wanted to be spit roasted by Jeff and myself. Jeff knelt before Jackie’s face on the bed and Jackie took his large dick into her mouth again whilst I pushed back inside Jackie’s warm pussy again, grabbing her left tit as I fucked her.



As Jackie was getting fucked at both ends, my eyes wandered over to Ashley who was vigorously rubbing her clit as she watched us together. Then after Jackie had had two orgasms, Jeff announced he was ready to cum and Jackie pulled his cock out of her mouth and had me ease out of her and kneel in front of Jeff, then grabbing his big dick in her hand she vigorously wanked him until he came all over my tits.



As the hot cum landed on my pert breasts I heard Ashley crying out as she came over watching the scene in front of her. And after cleaning up Jeff’s dick in her mouth Jackie proceeded to lap the cum off my breasts, my nipples hard and standing to attention as she teased them with her tongue.



Then after she had finished cleaning up my tits she Jackie moved down to my still rock hard dick, taking it into her mouth, and as she did this, Jeff hard again from her cleaning his dick and watching Jackie lap his cum off my breasts pushed into Jackie’s waiting pussy as she sucked me off.



Now Ashley wanted to get back into the action again and pushed her pussy in my face, offering it up to my tongue. Then as Jeff fucked Jackie, who sucked me off, who ate out Ashley, we all came together in unison.



That night, Ashley and I curled up together exhausted in Jeff and Jackie’s spare bedroom.



Ashley whispered, “You know something?”



“What,” I replied.



“At first, I was pretty disgusted at the idea of getting cum all over your breasts and Jackie licking it off, I mean I would never want cum on my breasts and certainly would never want to lick it off. However seeing your tits get sprayed with cum and Jackie licking it off you really turned me on, even the way you fuck turns me on, it is so girly.”



That night I fell asleep very contentedly, knowing how much I could turn on my beautiful Ashley.



The next morning as we ate omelets together Jeff was full my praises saying what a beautiful woman I made and how sexy I was.



He was saying, “You know, I always thought you were a nice guy, very shy but a nice guy, but as a girl you are one hot chic, so fucking sexy it’s amazing, and you certainly made a big hit with Jackie. I mean I am not sure I would like Jackie to fuck another guy but with you it’s different, I don’t see you as a guy at all anymore.



I mean with your tits, your long hair, your rounded ass, your smooth unblemished skin, even your face and features seemed to have softened and become feminine, when you are naked I see a dick but I still see you as all woman. And don’t take this the wrong way but it’s a dramatic improvement.



I mean I always thought you were a nice guy like I said, but you didn’t really cut it as a man, your whole demeanor was too effeminate, as a girl you are a hot piece of ass though, I think all along that being a woman was your destiny.”



Then Jackie came in, “When I got to know you as Jamie I wanted to fuck you, something I have not felt with a guy since I met Jeff, I have sucked some of Jeff’s friends off in front of him, and some of my bisexual female friends have sucked him off, so sucking you off was no big deal.



But as for fucking you, I wanted Jeff to be ok with it and have him there. I told him about you and said that you were a shemale, and he could decide if he was ok with it. As soon as I saw the way he looked at you as Jamie, I knew it was ok.”



Finally it was time to leave and Ashley and I said our goodbyes and returned to our apartment.



The following day, working my shift as a waitress I could not help thinking about what Jeff and Jackie had said to me. For 30 years as a guy, I had had no luck whatsoever with women and had resigned myself to dying a virgin.



Now after a few months of opening myself to my feminine side, I got to eat pussy every night had received several blow jobs, and had just had the type of sex that many people only dream about, sometimes life was very hard to understand.



The only thing for certain was that I felt much happier in my own skin, although nowadays it felt very much a female skin. Yet I liked the clothes, the feminine way I walked, my new mannerisms, my gentle female voice. Working as a waitress, I liked my pretty uniform with the short skirt and high heels, displaying my long unblemished legs and getting looks of desire from men and quite a few women.



That night as I returned to our apartment I was feeling really good about myself. Then I discovered that Annabel was there with Ashley. I suddenly thought “oh fuck, she can see me in my waitress uniform,” but as Ashley introduced Annabel to me, as Jamie, it was clear that she didn’t recognize me.



Ashley continued, “Of course you know Jamie already.”



“I do?” Annabel replied.



“Well you see her regularly about her art work,” Ashley said in an amused tone.



Now Annabel took a closer look at me and suddenly it clicked.



“James?” she said hesitantly, “Christ, you’re beautiful.”



Ashley then said, “It’s funny, Annabel came here with 2 proposals for me:



1. That I help feminize so you can promote yourself as a female artist



2. That you in your feminized form and I become her lesbian lovers”



“As for the first,” Ashley said, “I think that you would agree Annabel that the task has been accomplished?”



“Fuck yes,” said Ashley, “she literally takes my breath away.”



“As for that second,” Ashley continued, “Well Annabel needs a cock and I need pussy, and I am sure you would not say no to getting sucked and fucked Jamie.”



Annabel went on to explain how all this had come about, it had all arisen when she began to notice my gradually evolving feminine look and mannerisms and this had got her thinking along two lines.



My art clearly came across as being feminine in nature and it appeared incongruous to have a male painter, and Annabel had come to believe it would be easy to feminize me for public appearances.



Her other thought was to fondly remember her lesbian experiences as a student, and with me feminized she could get both female look and cock at the same time. Seeing the beautiful Ashley arrive to pick me up had clinched the deal, with Annabel thinking she could have both cock and pussy and 2 women, but she had never imagined that I could look so good.



“You haven’t seen the best of it yet,” Ashley declared, “wait till you see Jamie naked.”



Soon we were in Ashley’s bedroom, and it was with a sense of great anticipation that Annabel waited for me to strip off my clothes, Ashley and Annabel were already naked.

I put my legs under me and tried to brace my back against the side of the cabin- the curtain was pulled from the window, so it was, for all intents and purposes, a wall. I wish we had done this first and went to see Cou-cool-what was her name? Second, because I was so ready to shoot again that I was in pain. So I took another drink.



My master stumbled on top of me as he stepped inside, brushed me aside and took his seat to my left. Tao crowded in to the right so I had very little room between them, forcing me into a sitting position. I took another drink and noticed that the bottle was nearing empty- how much had been in it when he handed it to me? I drained the rest of it. The bottle was pretty- I liked the little green fairy. Her wings were gossamer, not like insects, like so many people draw them.



Fuck, I really needed to get off. I crawled, stumbling to my knees and put my head on my masters lap as Tao gave the driver directions and closed the door. When the ride started, the jolt knocked me back down, and I fell, sitting, with the back of my head between Tao’s knees. I was hoping that he hadn’t noticed; they were talking about the arena, about money, names I didn’t know- I pulled my master’s legs apart and went to move his tights- his member was soft, but I had hardened him up before, so I wrapped my lips around it-



He grabbed my head by the back of my hair and pulled me back.



“No Xac,” he laughed.



I made the pitiful noises, mewed, and whined, the sounds I made when I wanted attention- the ones I knew he thought were cute, and snuggled into his crotch, trying to wiggle and move seductively



“Aw, what’s wrong, hon?” he asked, playfully.



I whined back at him, but didn’t try to suck him anymore.



“Were you trying to suck me hard again?” he teased.



“mm-hmm…” I admitted, nuzzled him and wiggled my ass- on my hands and knees, with my head in his lap.



“You want me to fuck you up the ass?” he asked, tightening his grip on my hair until it was painful; I looked up at him with pleading eyes.



“Yes master!” I begged, “Please!”



“hmmm…” he thought about it, “How long is the drive?”



“In the festival?” Tao asked, “It’ll be a few minutes,” he wrapped his hands around my waist, and I realized that wiggling like I had been, in that small of a space, meant that I had been almost rubbing against him every time.



“Don’t hurt him,” my master commanded, and Tao ripped my pants down in one fast motion.



“Please,” I begged through my haze, “Can I- can I get him ready first?”



“Turn around,” his voice was light and playful.



I realized why when I actually tried to do it- the space was tiny, my legs were restricted with my pants around my knees, and I was to drunk to actually keep my balance. I fell and banged my head- again, on the door, and it smacked open! Tao, of all people, grabbed me and slammed it shut! I had dropped the bottle outside, and I know the people on the street had to be staring at me, with my pants around my ankles, but I didn’t notice them and hung on to his arm.



“Are you drunk now?” he asked, laughing



I noticed my master hadn’t pulled his pants up, but was reclining long-ways on his seat, resting with his arm under his head. Tao sat me down so that I was facing him, and I noticed that he already had his cock out- he probably had it the entire time I was mewing and begging my master. Whatever- I gulped it down, hungrily, drooling like an idiot; trying my best to get him as wet and lubricated as I possibly could. After the first few seconds, he grabbed me by the throat.



“That’s good enough,” he explained, “You’re gonna be numb anyway so- so- don’t worry about it,” and he pulled me into his lap.



Honestly, I wasn’t worried about it. His grip was so strong that I was fading, and reality was only on the edges of my perception anyway; there was a numbness, and the green edges were fading to black. I put my hands against his grip, not to stop him, but to steady myself as he wrapped his other arm around my waist and lifted me into his lap- not my favorite position with him; I was facing him, my cock was standing strait up, rubbing against his shirt, which he hadn’t taken off; and what I was suddenly noticing was rock-hard muscle underneath. I tried to catch myself on my knees, but without him releasing his grip on my neck, I was going to pass out, and I was fighting it, struggling. I think I heard him laughing.



“He’s twitching,” he laughed.



“You’re suffocating him,” my master’s voice.



“Oh, shit!” Tao hadn’t noticed he was choking me? How did you not notice something like that? He moved his hand and the air came rushing back; I gasped and coughed at the same moment that he moved both hands to my hips and positioned me so I was hovering with the tip of his dick just outside my entrance I fell into him and leaned on my arms on his chest, heaving involuntarily trying to get my breath back- and he bucked upward.



I moaned loudly, and suddenly, I wasn’t pushing against his chest anymore, I was grabbing at his shirt with both fists. When he came back down, he brought my hips with him and ground- I was fully impaled- but I wasn’t ripped.



“Is this what you wanted, little slut?” He asked.



I mewed happily and buried my face in his chest- trying to get somewhere in the cramped space to put my legs, so that I could get enough leverage to fuck him. He kept one hand on my hips and grabbed my chin violently with the other- pushing my head back, so he could stare down into my eyes.



Oh shit, it was Tao! How had I forgotten that? He stared at me with pure hate- that feeling of ownership and dominance- my buzz sank away a little, though I tried to think of anything else- but I couldn’t. I couldn’t move my head the way he had me pinned; I couldn’t get a foothold, and the only place to put my arms was… around or on him. And something about that fierce gaze… sent shivers through me. I lowered my eyes- he shook my head violently until I stared up at him again.



“Look at me,” he hissed in a whisper, “And answer the fucking question.”



What question? Shit… what had he asked me… I couldn’t have remembered from the fear anyway, but I could barely remember my name with that crazy shit flowing where my blood used to be.



“I’m sorry, sir,” I whimpered; the evil in his eyes, the dominance, was to much for me, “I can’t remember.”



“Stupid little slut,” he sighed, “I asked you if you wanted me to fuck you.”



“Oh!” The answer was getting more and more vague- but somehow his anger, his power was exciting, and sitting on him, completely full, like I was, still yearning from tasting my master earlier… “Yes!” I practically shouted, “Yes, please!”



“Please what?” he asked without releasing his grip on my hip or my face.



“Please fuck me!” I begged, and pulled at his shirt.



I heard my master laugh, but I couldn’t turn to see him.



Tao let go of my face, finally, and I tore my gaze from that powerful, burning stare, and looked back at my master. He had his eyes closed, and one of the bottles he had brought in the hand not under his head.



“Master?” I ventured weakly.



“You can cum,” he smiled without opening his eyes, “Just don’t get it every-fucking-where.”



That wasn’t what I was going to ask, but fuck it, it was good to know; even though I hadn’t made it through the answer without Tao grabbing my hips, now with both hands, lifting me up until just his head was inside me, and then slamming me violently back down. I screamed- then buried my face in the fabric of his shirt so that the entire crowd outside wouldn’t have to hear me. This was much better- not at all like the last time; on the next slam it turned into a moan.



Then, I was suddenly bucking my hips to meet him on the down stroke, and pressing forward into his rock-hard abs on the upstroke, so that my cock was rubbing against his skin- I had pulled his shirt up and had it balled in my fists with my head buried between them- the friction was amazing; and as he slammed down again, I bucked to meet him.



“mmm…” he moaned happily against my ear, “There you go, little slut, is that better.”



“Oh god, yes,” I snuggled into his chest as he lifted me again, then added, as soon as I thought about it, “Sir.”



“mmm,” he laughed, “Good little bunny- your prick is leaking all over me.”



“I’m sorry, sir- I can’t help it! I need this so bad- you feel so good, oh god!” he slammed into me again and I rubbed against his abs.



“Need it?” he asked, “Need what? My cock?”



“Yes sir,” I purred, and wrapped an arm around his neck, burying myself, trying to erase the rest of the world, the jolting of the carriage knocking me back and forth as he ground me into his cock.



“Say it,” he hissed, grinding, refusing to pump me until I gave in.



“I need your cock, sir!” I begged, and pulled myself closer to him, “I need you to fill me up- please, sir, make me cum- it hurts… so… fucking bad.”



I heard my master laughing; I suddenly didn’t care; I needed to get off; I ground my hips against him, rubbing my cock against him, and pushing my sweet spot against his cock, “Please!” I begged.



“heh,” Tao laughed, “Since you’re being so good- tell me what you need to get off. And don’t expect me to milk your little prick- if you want that,” he shoved me roughly back and slammed me up and down again, at blinding speed- I threw my head back in ecstasy and hung on by his neck, holding my legs as far apart as I could get them; no longer able to get any friction at all on my aching erection- the torture- “You’ll have to do it yourself.”



If I did that- I would fall. I looked up at him with pleading eyes as he pumped into me, but all that met me was that fiery power- that hate that seemed to seep into me every time I looked at him. But god, he felt good inside me- the seat was to small for me to get any kind of leverage, and he was sitting flush with the back so I couldn’t wrap my legs around him- I tried to adjust myself so he’d be hitting me just right, inside, every time, but it just made me more vulnerable- made the ache worse.



“Please,” I begged, losing my grip.



“You need some help, little bunny?” he laughed.



“Please, sir!” the urgency in my voice must have got to him, because he held me with one hand, and moved the other to my throat.



“hmm…” he smiled, I had to close one eye to look at him, “This worked last time, and left you twitchin’.”



the green edges were melting; he pumped in and out, hitting me perfectly every time; the world receded as my body fought against me, struggling for the air, for the blood that wasn’t flowing- the little lights began to spark and the background faded; his face was gone; I lost my grip. My whole body was tingling- I lost control of it;



and finally, finally came- so hard; with no control over my body, with no feeling left, I emptied myself; just as he let go to grab me and slam one final time- the blood came rushing back to my head like a jackhammer, and I grasped for anything; his shirt, his flesh, the sides of the car- to keep my balance- I screamed and my entire body shook; the tingling replaced all at once with reality, and the reality slamming everything home at once- my sense of touch hit everything from the stale air, to his suddenly still cock, softening inside me, to his sweaty thighs, to the soft fabric of his shirt, to the sticky goo I was now laying in- that must’ve come from me; it was suddenly very cold, and I was so tired I couldn’t hold my head up; couldn’t remember my name.



“Happy now, little bunny?” It was Tao; uncharacteristically kind.



“Mmmmm…” a happy hum was all I could manage; I couldn’t keep my eyes opened; they were half-closed in a glazed stupor. My top was untied and slung around my elbows- I don’t even remember that happening- my pants were hanging from one leg- I don’t remember getting them off that far either. Fuck it; I was out of it. I slumped against his chest; his flaccid member still inside me.



“You’ve got to get off,” he pulled me up and tossed me back to the floor. I didn’t move; spread my limbs out as far as I could; covered in sweat and cum- with his leaking down my thighs and across the floor. I just wanted to sleep. My master was staring down at me- with a massive erection.



And the carriage jolted to a stop.

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