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It was a warm night in June. The moon was hidden by low hanging clouds that allowed only the light of a few stars to sneak through; Still, the parking lot was aglow from the lights of the truck stop and from the dozens of trucks that were parked in rows on the hot asphalt. The air smelled of diesel exhaust and the sound of those big engines echoed across the parking area. This particular truck stop was well known as a place where local hookers plied their trade. That, of course, was why we were there. I was with my best friend, Jenny Pickford. I was dressed in knee high black boots, a short black skirt and a sinfully sheer lace top that well accented my 32 C chest. My dark red hair splashed casually over my shoulders and drooped to the middle of my back. I had more makeup than I would normally think of wearing. There were several lubricated condoms in my clutch purse. My knees were shaking and I was so nervous I was afraid I would puke, but I steeled my nerves, knocked on the door of the truck and asked the man if he wanted a date.

He looked me over slowly, undressing me with his eyes before asking me, “How much?” I told him, “Twenty.” He invited me into the cab of his truck. It was a big truck with a large square hood and a sleeper with strings of lights on the top and bottom. At the front of the hood was a silver swan. The inside of the truck looked like leather, but other than the seats I was sure it was vinyl. The dash was made to look like wood. The seats had air valves on them which made them go up or down. The truck smelled a little like stale body odor; as did he; but there was some kind of citrus scented air freshener that attempted to make the truck smell better. There was a large stick shift between the seats and a plastic tube of dim blue lights across the back wall of the sleeper. There was also a refrigerator and a microwave in the sleeper, so the truck had more amenities than some hotels. The bed was actually full sized and somewhat mussed up. I was pretty sure the sheets were only changed when he went home to his wife.

Why was I there? I wasn’t a pro or some desperate junkie needing a fix. I was from a middle class family. I carried a 3.75 GPA in high school. No, this all started because Jenny Pickford and I started talking about dares at a slumber party. It was an “I will if you will” contest of willpower and nerve. Jenny had just climbed up into a blue Volvo. There was no way I could back out and let her win. I wasn’t going to let her call me a chicken even if I was scared. I had never engaged in casual sex but I certainly wasn’t a virgin. I had lost my virginity when I was 16. That was a year earlier.

The trucker handed me a twenty which I nervously put into my clutch purse. Maybe I was selling myself too cheaply, but I wasn’t sure I’d get the nerve to knock on another door if I got turned down. I gave him a smile and stepped back into the sleeper. As he followed, I peeled off my lace top and sat it aside. My hands were shaking as I reached for the latch to my skirt, but if I didn’t go fast I’d loose my nerve. I loosened the skirt and let it fall to the floor. When I sat down on the edge of the bed to remove my boots, he told me, “Leave them on.” His eyes were locked on my body with lust. Other than the boots I was naked now since I hadn’t worn either a bra or panties. As I moved to lie on my side on the sweat stained sheet, I gave him my most seductive smile.

He peeled his T shirt off and dropped it on the floor. I never asked him his name and he never asked mine. I would have lied, of course. He looked older than my father. His hair was thin and gray. He had a bad comb over and a pot belly. As he stepped out of his jeans I could see that he had graying pubes and a fat cock which was mostly erect. He wasn’t shy about grabbing me by the back of the neck and pushing that cock into my mouth. I accepted him with faked eagerness, despite the fact that it tasted like sweat. I reached out and stroked him as I sucked on him. He started to thrust into my mouth, but I had my hand there to make sure he didn’t gag me. After a moment I’d sucked his cock clean and there was just a hint of pre-cum coating my taste buds. His cock was growing harder in my mouth. I could feel his fingers tightening in my hair, pulling it. This guy obviously had no interest in gentle love making. He’d paid for a whore, and he was going to fuck me like one.

I have to admit that despite being scared as hell, I was turned on by the whole adventure. I reached down and casually traced a finger over my labia. My finger slid easily over the moisture that was forming on my soft skin. He watched me of course, so I wiped my finger over my nipples to make them glisten. For an older guy he could sure get hard. He wasn’t hung like a porn star or exceptionally long but he was thick enough that his cock was beginning to make my jaw hurt.

I took a condom from the packet and put it on him. I’ve heard of hookers who would put the condom in their mouths and sneak it on while they were blowing the guy, but I never developed that skill and I certainly never considered myself a hooker. After all, this had nothing whatever to do with the money. This was all about showing Jenny that I had the guts to go through with it. I did know how to put a condom on. I had experience with two boyfriends who believed it was bad karma for the man to do it. Maybe they were just lazy.

The man joined me on the bed and lifted my left leg up, then my right. His thick hands slid under my knees and he pushed my knees back against my shoulders. I could feel the tip of his cock against my opening. Since his hands were occupied and I certainly didn’t want him sliding one inch further south, I reached down and guided him into me. When the tip was just inside me he paused for an instant before pushing the entire length into me with one hard shove. The suddenness of it made me cry out. If I could have moved I would have jumped. Suddenly I was impaled by a fat old cock that had just purchased the right to fuck the hell out of me. The truck driver was going to make the most of that right.

With my knees against my shoulders all I could do was to grip the sheets. He began to slam into me with a vengeance. I know that I was in the middle of 40 tons of steel and freight, but after a few hard thrusts I could actually feel the truck rocking from the forcefulness of this man’s actions. I fought the desire to close my eyes and turn away. Instead I looked into his eyes and pretended I was enjoying every hard thrust. He was literally beating the hell out of me in that sleeper. My previous boyfriends were athletes who could fuck sometimes for ten minutes. This guy was still power fucking me twenty minutes later. Every time he got close to cumming he stopped to change positions and then continued. The only break I got was when I was riding him, and even then he grabbed my hips and slammed me onto him roughly.

Eventually he placed me on my stomach with a pillow under my hips. He was holding my wrists to the bed and pounding at me from behind. I felt the sensation that I had to pee and I knew his cock was hitting my G spot. Despite the fact that I was getting sore, I felt the pressure building inside me. I needed to cum and this was the perfect position. I even kind of liked that fact that he was pinning me down and being rough with me. It made my submissive side come out. I whimpered and moaned as he manhandled me. I was getting closer to orgasm by the second. He kept his rhythm until I completely lost control. I screamed into the pillow as my body convulsed on his cock. It was my greatest orgasm ever!

I could feel his cock throbbing as well. He slid out of me and pulled off the condom, then pushed his fat cock into my mouth and began to stroke rapidly. Almost before I realized what he was doing the first jets of cum hit the back of my throat. I gulped it down and tried not to think about the rather unattractive man who was feeding his cum to me. I was never especially fond of the taste. His cum was thick and the flavor was obviously influenced by coffee and cigarettes. It left my breath smelling like chlorine.

He rolled over and lay on his back as I got dressed. We said our goodbyes and I climbed back out of the truck. The night cool air felt good as I sucked it into my lungs. For a moment I stood there thinking about what had just happened. My pussy still throbbed and I cold almost still feel that thick cock inside me. There were other girls wandering around. These were the pros. The truckers call them “Lot Lizards.” I wanted to keep a wide berth of them since my dare took away from their business.

My footsteps seemed to echo off the trucks as I started back toward my car. It was dark outside I was feeling particularly vulnerable. I was way out of my element here. When I was nearly back to the safety of my car where I had planned to wait for Jenny I saw her walking toward me. She had a tall black truck driver on either side of her and a fresh fucked glow on her face.

“Hey, Nikki, I’ve been looking for you,” she said. “I’ve got some new friends who are dying to meet you.”

I looked at her and then at the two black men with her. They both looked like they were in their early forties. I would soon learn that they were brothers, just a year apart. Abner was the older of the two. His arms were huge. He had the look of someone who had been lifting weights all his life. He must have stood about six foot six, which made him a giant compared to me at five foot two. His black hair was cut short. His shirt was partially unbuttoned revealing a furry chest. His brother was named Bryon. Bryon was as tall as his brother but with longer hair. He was much leaner. Both of the men had tattoos which suggested to me that they’d either been in gangs, had done some time in prison or both. Between them was Jenny; a short haired blonde trouble maker who was about three inches taller than me.

“Come on. You’ve got to see this sleeper,” Jenny said when we’d all been introduced. “This thing’s huge! It’s like a house inside.”

The truck was hooked up to a moving company trailer and sure enough, it was huge. The sleeper alone was twelve feet long. I was very nervous about stepping into the cab with these men. It wasn’t that I was prejudiced because I wasn’t, despite the years of listening to my father rant about nearly everyone who wasn’t Catholic and Caucasian. It was more the fact that they just looked like they could be rough. Maybe it was the tattoos. I agreed to take a peek, but just to have a look. I said that we had better hurry home. I reminded Jenny that my parents would be home soon and that we had BETTER be there. They wouldn’t actually be home that night at all, but that was the cover story we had agreed upon.

The sleeper was like an apartment. It had a bathroom and shower, a full kitchen, its own generator, its own air conditioner, satellite TV, a very good stereo system and a table that folded down into a full sized bed. It was all trimmed in oak. Indirect lighting gave a seductive glow to the inside of the sleeper. Very noticeably at each end of the bed were three tie down rings; one on each side and one in the middle. They looked like they were used for tying up girls, not tying down cargo.

“This is incredible,” I said. I felt more than a little uncomfortable at the moment. “But we really have to be going.”

“No, we don’t have to go anywhere,” Jenny assured the two men. “As long as we’re home by morning, we’re cool.”

I looked at her as if I’d been betrayed. Jenny just smiled back at me. “Relax, Nikki,” she said. “You’re too uptight. I’ll be here. Besides. The guys are paying us a hundred each for three hours.” She’d already taken the deal without asking me? I just wanted to go home. “I’ll take Abner first,” she said.”

With that she turned and gave the older brother a deep soul kiss. I was searching for the words to protest. For an instant I was too stunned to speak. Then Bryon was behind me. His hands wrapped around me. His right hand lifted under my short skirt to rub over my uncovered flesh. His left hand gently massaged my breasts and tugged at my nipples. He was kissing my neck and grinding his bulging jeans against my ass. I knew these guys were trouble. I knew I should run, but I just stood there; getting more turned on by the second. I closed my eyes for a moment as Bryon caressed and kissed me. When I opened them, Jenny was in front of us on her knees slobbering all over the biggest cock I had ever seen.

I have to admit that the sight of that turned me on. I could still escape, but that window of opportunity was quickly coming to a close. I knew I should go, but I couldn’t quite pull myself away. When Bryon slipped his finger into my pussy, I let out a soft moan and leaned back against him. I wasn’t going anywhere. The anticipation of what was going to happen during the next three hours had me both scared and squirming in anticipation. My father would be so ashamed of what I was about to do he would never forgive me if he ever found out. What was left of my innocence was about to be ripped away. At the moment, I couldn’t wait to see it go.

Bryon began to pull my top off. I responded by lifting my arms so he could easily pull it off. Then my skirt dropped to my ankles and I too was on my knees, seeking out his cock. When I took it out of his pants I gasped in surprise. It was even bigger than Abner’s. It felt like it weighed five pounds. I shuddered in anticipation of feeling this monster inside me. Could I even handle a cock this big? I lifted it and teased my tongue around the tip before putting it in my mouth. It was definitely a jaw stretcher. I used plenty of saliva as I stroked and sucked him.

Bryon’s cock got thicker and harder in my mouth. I took it out and ran my open mouth and tongue up and down the length of him, and then lightly stroked it as I slobbered over his balls and sucked on them. He was getting more and more aroused. I was stalling a little. I could feel myself getting juicier by the moment and I was going to need a lot of lubricant to get his cock inside me.

Jenny got up and mover over beside me. She put her arm around my shoulders so I slid mine around her waist. The two brothers stood side by side while we knelt there, sucking their cocks. Then they stepped back and switched places. Suddenly I was sucking Abner’s cock and Jenny was sucking Bryon. The amazing thing was that I wasn’t even put off by the idea. I guess I had already determined that whatever happened just happened. I turned and gave Jenny a long, sexy kiss. I thought that the two of us kissing over a hard cock was sexy as hell, so we gave each of the guys a little teamwork as we kissed and slobbered over their cocks, double teaming them one at a time.

The two guys went to lie on the bed, with their heads at opposite ends. Jenny climbed up first and lowered herself on to Bryon’s cock. I was fascinated as I watched it slowly disappearing inside her. Then it was my turn to climb up on Abner. I whimpered out loud as I stuffed myself with that huge cock. It seemed to go up inside me forever. When we were both fully impaled Jenny gripped my hair, pulled me to her and gave me a deep kiss. That took me by surprise, but the guys liked it so I just went with it. We began to make out as we rode the two large cocks. She slid her hand down my stomach to my clit, so I returned the favor. I had never considered having sex with another girl, but this was different. This was a show we were putting on.

After a few moments Jenny and I were both pretty well worked up. We rode the now slick cocks and continued to tease each other. I leaned over to suck a firm nipple into my mouth. I could taste Jenny’s sweat on my tongue. She had nice breasts; bigger than mine and full, with dark nipples that got very hard when sucked. I was getting close to another orgasm and I wanted to cum with Jenny. Her reactions told me she was getting close as well. The guys were saying something, but neither of us paid them any attention. We were slamming our bodies on hard cocks and rubbing each other’s clits. We came at about the same time. Jenny and I kissed and rubbed tongues as our bodies lubricated the thick cocks that we had impaled ourselves on.

We switched partners after that. I knelt down to lick Jenny’s fluids off Bryon’s cock while she did the same with Abner. Then we climbed up on our respective cocks and the show resumed. We had to stop a couple of times because the guys nearly came. It was too early for that.

Eventually Abner pulled Jenny down so that she was lying on his chest. Bryon stood beside the bed and pulled her over enough so that she could suck his cock while Abner fucked her. I wasn’t sure what they were doing until Bryon tossed me a bottle of KY Liquid and told me to put it in her ass. Jenny whimpered something around the cock in her mouth, but I wasn’t sure if it was encouragement or a protest. I put some of the lube on my finger and applied some directly to her anal muscle. It felt strangely erotic to slide my finger into my friend’s ass. Jenny moaned as I added more lube and continued. I worked my finger around to pull at her muscle so that when I added a second finger it would be easier. Then I put my fingertips together and worked three fingers into her ass. I could feel her cumming as I twisted my fingers around in her ass. Abner was slowly rocking into her pussy and Bryon was pumping his cock back and forth into her mouth.

Bryon pulled back and slapped his cock over her face, then moved to where I was. Before I got off the bed he had me work the lubricant onto his cock. I put plenty of lube over his thick shaft and rubbed it in, then moved aside. He told me to hold Jenny’s ass cheeks apart. I did, and it gave me a close up view of his cock forcing into her tight ass. She squirmed and whimpered as he pushed it deeper, all the while begging him not to stop. I thought at that moment that Jenny was crazy. The guys weren’t going to leave me out of the mix so I was told to climb up and straddle Abner’s head so he could lick my pussy while they double teamed Jenny. Since Jenny and I were then facing each other, we caressed each other’s breasts and made out. I reached down and very gently ran my fingertips over her clit as Bryon fucked her ass roughly. She must have liked it, because after a few moments she came so furiously I was afraid she’d injure herself.

Abner gave out a string of profanities and began to cum in Jenny’s pussy. He held her tightly by the hips and pulled her onto him as he erupted inside her. When he was finished, he pulled out of her and slid out from under her. Bryon rolled her over onto all fours and slid his cock into her wet pussy. As he prepared to cum in her, Abner had me sit me down on the floor. I had no idea what he was up to at the moment. Then Bryon shot his load into Jenny’s pussy to mix with Abner’s. After a few final thrusts and a number of obscenities, he pulled out and pulled Jenny off the bed. Then I knew what their plan was. Jenny stood above me in a partial squat as I let the men’s cum fill my mouth. Then we shared a long, cummy kiss before I resumed the position and finished licking her clean. I was just licking up cum so it really didn’t matter that I was licking it out of my friend’s pussy… or so I told myself.

The guys needed a break. We did too, but we were on the clock. While the men relaxed and drank a beer, Jenny and I climbed up on the bed and began to 69 each other. This time it wasn’t about licking up a guy’s cum, it was about pleasing each other and making the guys hot. I have to admit that I very much enjoyed it. I liked it enough that I decided we would have to do this again when it was just us. Jenny’s tongue drove me wild. She was much better at this than I was. I tried to do the things to her that she was doing to me, and she obviously liked it as well. When she slid two fingers into my pussy to massage my G spot, though, she wouldn’t let me touch hers. I guess she was still pretty sensitive.

This story is a transsexual fantasy.

Before reading this chapter I highly recommend that you read chapters 1 to 3.


Now as a complete woman Jamie has to contend with everything that being a woman entails. Already an emotional person she is even more emotional now and she also has to contend with the effects of having a monthly period.

Ashley of course is very supportive of her lover…

“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.

Now it appeared that the result of deblock therapy was going to be fame and fortune way beyond my expectation and it was all happening so fast.

My launch as a major New York artist had been spectacular and at the same time I had been thrust onto the New York social scene mixing with celebrities and people in entertainment, due in large part to Annabel (my artistic agent) and her expert promotion of my inspired art.

My success also appeared to hinge on the fact that ever since the deblock therapy, my body, attitude and mannerisms were becoming ever more feminine, so much so that I was introduced to New York society as a beautiful woman in a lesbian relationship.

As the changes in my body continued Ashley took more and more interest in me and started fucking me with a strapon and letting me fuck her in her pussy.

Then my body changed completely and my dick was replaced by a perfectly formed pussy, much of course to Ashley’s delight.

That morning as on most mornings now I awoke to the feeling of my pussy being eaten. And looking down I saw Ashley’s long black hair spread across my thighs, as she sucked my clit and every so often pushed her tongue into my pussy.

I had come to love the sensation of being eaten out by this beautiful woman, the immense pleasure it gave me to have my beautiful vulva licked. The stimulation was not the tense localized sensation that I had experienced in male form but instead it appeared to spread though my whole body.

I was beginning to make little mewing sounds that I knew were music to Ashley’s ears and resulted in her increasing the activity of her tongue on my clit and inside my pussy. My hands as if of their own volition moved down to grab Ashley’s head and I started to push her head harder into my pussy as I began to approach orgasm.

Now I bit my lip in response to that wave of sexual tension spreading through my body, I knew it would be coming any moment now. And when it did come I cried out with the most incredible feeling of joy as one wave of pleasure after another coursed through my beautiful female form.

“Fuck…. I love you Ashley,” I cried out as she took me to places I could never have imagined with her tongue in my most intimate of places. The orgasm just seemed to go on and on, and just as it began to subside, Ashley pushed her tongue into my pussy forcefully, causing further waves of pleasure to rush through my body.

As the waves of my orgasm continued to flood through my body, Ashley now moved up my body until her lips contacted my own, kissing me hard, her tongue probing deeply into my mouth, it felt like my mouth was full of her tongue as it probed the back of my mouth. And as she kissed me she started to rub her soaking wet pussy against my own urgently grinding her hips against me.

At this moment I felt over powered by Ashley as she pushed her body hard against mine; lips to lips, tits to tits and pussy to pussy. She grabbed my wrists and pushed them down pinning me to the bed as she writhed against my body concentrating on bringing herself to orgasm the way she had brought me to orgasm only minutes before.

Then it came, and Ashley shuddered as her orgasm raced through her body, and in this moment of total surrender to her senses I took my chance. Grabbing Ashley’s wrists and pushing them above her head, I forcefully rolled her over, not breaking from our kiss.

Now on top myself I started to writhe against Ashley, taking charge of our movements and pushing harder against her, turning her orgasm into multiples and grinding hard against her until I finally came myself again shuddering all over.

That morning to show how pleased she was with me and to help both of us recuperate our energies after our session earlier, Ashley had cooked a big breakfast consisting of eggs, cheese, potato cakes, tomatoes and mushrooms.

As we ate our food Ashley talked excitedly about the new Broadway production in which she would be starring, for the first time she would be playing the lead role in a major production and they would be starting rehearsals in 3 days time.

“Well that’s certainly something to celebrate,” I said.

“Yeah,” replied Ashley, “in fact Jeff and his brother Alex have to visit home because their grandfather died, which leaves Jackie and Annabel home alone with nothing to do, so I invited them to join us at a new lesbian night club which recently opened to celebrate with us.”

“Cool,” I said, “I haven’t seen either of them for a while and I miss them.”

“Yeah,” Ashley said, “I think Jeff and Alex keep them occupied a lot and since you got your new pussy I haven’t been able to keep my hands off you.” As she said this she squeezed my left nipple hard. So it was that that evening Ashley and I got ready for a night on the town. I wore a bright red minidress with an ultra short skirt which flared out just below my waist pared with red pumps with 4 inch heels and Ashley wore an ultra short black leather skin tight minidress paired with black velvet boots also with 4 inch heels.

As we got into our black BMW convertible, we both looked at each other with lustful stares and Ashley said, “We look fucking hot!!”

I responded to this comment by kissing Ashley hard on the lips.

As we drove to the club, I leant against Ashley pushing my hand under her tight leather dress to feel her delicious pussy, I discovered that it was sopping wet.

“Fuck, you are such a turn on,” Ashley declared.

The night club had valet parking and a young woman in a denim miniskirt and revealing top took our keys to park our car.

In the club we found that Annabel and Jackie had already arrived and were chatting animatedly to each other. Annabel was wearing a pretty white mini sundress with a tiered skirt and Jackie had on a figure hugging black cashmere minidress.

Annabel and Jackie both stood up to greet us and we all admired each other saying how hot all of us looked before sitting down and ordering cocktails for Ashley and I, we both had a white Russian.

As we chatted we noticed a group of pretty young women looking over in our direction. One of them came over to our table and asked if they could sit with us for a while. When we said they could, they told us that they had read about Ashley and myself in a magazine article and that they thought we were inspiring figures in the lesbian community, one girl said, “And of course you make real hot lovers.”

At this remark Ashley and I obligingly leaned into each other kissing deeply and filling each other with our tongues as we felt up each other’s tits.

“Oh fuck, that’s so hot,” another girl said.

Later they started playing music in the club and Ashley got up to dance with Jackie, at the same time Annabel led me onto the dance floor and when it came to a slow dance she was really feeling up my tits and ass so I responded in kind.

Looking over at Ashley and Jackie I realized that they were also feeling each other up.

Later Ashley and I danced together while Annabel danced with Jackie. As Ashley and I held each other close Ashley said to me, “It’s still hard to believe how far we have come, right from the start I felt that there was a spark between us, but you were a guy, it seemed impossible.

Now when I see you, you are the most beautiful girl in the world to me. The most caring loving person I could ever imagine.”

As Ashley spoke I suddenly became aware that there were tears streaming from my eyes. “I love you Ashley,” I said, “more than you can know.”

Ashley replied, “I love you too, and I want you to be my wife, civil partner, whatever you want to call it.”

“Yes I will,” I said without hesitation, “you have just made me the happiest girl in the world.”

That evening the four of us returned to our apartment, and after Ashley had shown Jackie and Annabel around our new apartment with its harbor view we opened a bottle of Baileys and we all had a glass of Baileys on the rocks.

As we drank we all got comfortable removing our clothes and when I removed my panties both Annabel and Jackie were mesmerized, they hadn’t seen my pussy. Then as I lay down on the sofa both Annabel and Jackie honed in on my new pussy, one of them sucking my clit while the other probed my depths.

As my excitement built I could not help but be blown away by the way the sensations rushed through my body. And as Jackie and Annabel worked on my pussy, Ashley kissed me hard whilst grabbing my tits in her hands. My new female form was taking some getting used to but every day I was loving it more, particularly the great satisfaction I gained from my new female orgasms which ripped right through my body.

As I thought this I found myself cumming in response to the insistent tongues on my pussy and my first orgasm was followed by another and yet another making me feel so loved and cared for by my beautiful companions.

Later when we retired to the bedroom, Ashley got me to get in the doggy position where she proceeded to lick my pussy and ass, while I in turn ate out Jackie as she ate out Annabel. Then I did 69 with Annabel while Ashley did 69 with Jackie and later we all lay back down on the bed rubbing our hands over each other’s bodies and sucking each other’s tits. Shortly after we all fell into a deep sleep.

Ashley started rehearsing for the new play where she was playing the lead, and while she did I would produce new works of art, continuing to develop my style, there seemed to be no limit to my creative energies.

Then Ashley would return from her rehearsals in the evening full of positive energy full of lust for me and wanting to make use of my beautiful female body, I of course was only too happy to oblige.

One night she pushed me face down onto the bed and proceeded to give me a wonderful back massage, after which, lying against my back, she grabbed one of my tits, and with the other hand rubbed my clit and pushed two fingers into my pussy, making me cum hard. In that position I felt so dominated by Ashley.

Some days after feeling inspired and producing some brilliant highly sexually charged art I would sit on a chair naked staring in wonder at my beautiful new pussy and probing it with my fingers. Sometimes I would use a silver bullet to stimulate my clit as I did this.

Watching me stimulate myself and cumming in waves of feminine orgasms was incredible to behold, daily reminding me of my new, highly sexual female form.

Finally the date arrived when I would have to start my national tour showing my art work at galleries around the country. As Ashley was in the middle of rehearsals she could not come with me but Annabel would be accompanying me.

They night before I was due to go on tour, and Ashley and I spent the evening with Jeff and Jackie in order to celebrate my upcoming tour, we had a delicious meal at one of New York’s best Sushi restaurants and later we all went back to our apartment to continue our celebration.

On arriving at our apartment we had a few drinks and Jeff came over and sat by me while Ashley and Jamie were feeling each other up. I had always felt attracted to Jeff and this night I was feeling the attraction more than ever.

I remember the fantasies I had had of having a pussy and being fucked by Jeff, and suddenly I began to realize that now as I had a pussy I could make this fantasy a reality.

Like a woman possessed I suddenly started kissing Jeff and although initially surprised by my forwardness Jeff started responding in kind, grabbing my tits as he kissed me. Then, as if it had a mind of its own my hand went to Jeff’s dick and I circled it through his pants causing him to make a sharp intake of breath.

At this point Ashley announced that we should all retire to the bedroom, and in the bedroom quickly all our clothes were came off.

When Jeff saw me naked, when he saw my pussy he gasped, to the amusement of Jackie who had already seen and tasted my pussy.

Still feeling attracted to Jeff, more so seeing him naked, I again took his dick in my hand and almost on auto pilot I brought it gently to my mouth, and as I started to lick the head of his dick, Ashley and Jackie looked on mesmerized by what I was doing.

Soon I was licking down the whole length of Jeff’s dick and now I started to take him in my mouth, Jeff was groaning with pleasure as I did this. Soon I was bobbing up and down on Jeff’s dick and he was rock hard, and now I started to become aware of the wetness in my pussy and my urgent need.

Now I got on my hands and knees on the bed and pointing my sweet ass towards Jeff, I said, “Fuck me, please fuck me.”

I felt Jeff grabbing my ass and pulling me towards his dick, and as he did so Ashley said softly and full of care for me, “Jeff, please be gentle, remember that Jamie is a virgin.”

Then I felt Jeff’s dick against the lips of my pussy, and then he pushed the head inside, the feeling was incredible, but also hurt a little. As Jeff pushed further inside me I was suddenly aware of a pressure building up, and then suddenly there was a rip, resulting in a sharp pain which brought tears to my eyes.

Suddenly Ashley was next to me consoling me saying it was ok, and now as Jeff pushed further forward the pain slowly began to wear off. Now as Ashley saw that I was starting to moan with pleasure, she grabbed my hair, pulling me down on her sopping pussy as Jeff built up a rhythm fucking me, and as I ate out Ashley, Jackie sat on her face, giving Ashley full access to her pussy.

The feeling of having my pussy filled with a live throbbing dick for the first time was incredible, and now Jeff started to grab my tit as he fucked me, his own moans of pleasure only being eclipsed by my own as I raised my head from Ashley’s pussy for a moment, only to have it firmly pushed back in her soaking snatch.

The orgasm was incredible spreading through my entire body as I had come to expect and causing me to literally shake with pleasure.

I came in waves of orgasms one after another, knowing this was only something that I could experience as a woman. Then finally after I must have cum at least six times, Jeff filled me with his seed, his love juice seemed to squirt inside me for ages, although in fact it could only have been a few minutes, my pussy rippling with pleasure ravenously sucking it all up.

Jackie and Ashley were also screaming with pleasure, also experiencing multiple orgasms. I almost felt sorry for Jeff that he could not experience the type of multiple orgasms that we women could, but then I remembered back to the time when I had had a dick myself and fucked Ashley in her tight snatch, I knew that the feeling for Jeff inside me must be incredible and feeling my tit in his hand.

And it gave me the most incredible feeling of power, knowing that Jeff felt so good inside me. He was dominating, fucking me strongly and rigorously and grabbing my tit and pulling my hair as he fucked me, yet in reality I knew I had the power because right now I was the source of all his pleasure, and I knew I looked and felt incredible to him.

After Jeff had cum inside me we all sprawled on the bed catching our breaths. Fortunately Ashley had put some towels on the bed which avoided me messing up the bed clothes with the blood from my newly popped cherry. As Ashley cleaned me up by unashamedly licking the blood from my pussy I reflected on the fact that I had lost my virginity twice in the space of a few weeks, once when I had a dick and then again as a true woman.

Later that night Jackie sucked Jeff to make him hard and he fucked her doggie style with her crying out like I had. I shuffled in front of her and she proceeded to eat me out while Jeff fucked her and the feeling for me was great, as I in turn ate out Ashley who was now sitting on my face.

Still later I wanted to have Jeff’s dick in me a second time but I was still feeling sore from my first, virgin, penetration, so Jackie suggested that I ride Jeff cowgirl style where I would have more control over the fucking and could be more comfortable.

As I rode Jeff’s dick he grabbed my tits enjoying the feeling of being in me and feeling my tits at the same time. After a while of riding his dick cowgirl, I moved forward adjusting my legs so that I could kiss Jeff as he fucked me.

I was enjoying the feeling of Jeff’s dick inside me while I kissed him hard on the mouth, my tits pressed against his chest when suddenly I felt that my ass was being invaded, it was Ashley who was fucking me in the ass with a strapon and as she fucked me hard while I was still being fucked by Jeff, she moved her hand around me to grab my tit, saying, “This is so hot.”

The feeling of having both holes filled at the same time was exquisite, causing me to cum very hard and then again and again, until Jeff finally came again inside me.

That night I slept very soundly in Ashley’s arms as Jeff embraced Jackie. For the next three weeks I toured the US with my art work with Annabel. I was missing Ashley who had to stay in New York preparing for the Broadway play where she had the leading role. Annabel was also missing Alex who was an architect designing a new luxury apartment complex in New York. Fortunately Annabel and myself had each other for company, and we certainly had fun.

After one week on tour I got what I thought must be a stomach upset. I was often nauseous particularly in the morning. Yeah, I know what you are thinking, call me innocent if you like, but I didn’t attach any significance to this at the time.

Apart from my bouts of nausea, the tour went very well for me. I was interviewed by for many periodicals both inside and outside the art world and even got a spot on national television where I was hailed as the new Salvador Dali. The fact that I was a woman in a lesbian relationship only seemed to generate more interest, it seemed like hot lesbians were all the rage.

On my triumphant return to New York, I returned in time to see the opening night of the play where Ashley was playing the lead. I arrived back one day earlier than expected, so Ashley was not expecting me to be there.

I even managed to twist the producer’s arm into letting me go up on stage and present Ashley with a massive bouquet of flowers after she had taken her bow. Seeing me there as well as the emotion of giving an exceptional first night performance was overwhelming for Ashley and tears flooded her eyes as she took the flowers on behalf of herself and the rest of the cast.

This is the sixth installment of the Kentucky Woman series. In this episode, Frank travels to Kay’s hometown of Mittown, Kentucky where he is introduced to some of the secrets of small town USA.


I saw her as soon as I got off the plane ramp. She was tan, radiant, and smiling broadly as she saw me. Her long dark hair was flowing over her shoulders and down her back. She wore a loose blouse that still could not hide her big breasts, while her jeans hugged her voluptuous hips and high round ass. The sight of her immediately sent a tingle through my body.

We embraced and kissed. “You don’t know how happy I am right now, Frank, having your arms around me again.” she said, keeping her green eyes on mine.

“Honey, the feeling is absolutely mutual,” I said, kissing her once more.

We let the embrace linger a bit and then she steered me out of the terminal toward where she had parked her car.

The drive was almost an hour to her house. On the way we passed those fabled fields of blue grass. Coming from the city, the lush greenery was so dense it almost hurt my eyes. She saw me staring at the scenery. “Welcome to Mittown County,” she said.

“It’s beautiful,” I replied.

“Yes it is,” she said with a nod.

We came to her driveway, a long, wooded dirt road and to her house. Her property was surrounded by mostly woods with just the peek of a neighboring home. Her house was a 1970′s constructed Cape. The deep bark of a big dog welcomed us as we drove up.

“That’s just Wolf,” Kay said. “I told you about him.”

And then the dog was upon us. A huge Sheppard Rottweiler mix with big teeth bared was right up at my door.

“Don’t mind him. He’ll soon know you’re friend, not foe.”

“You sure?” I asked Kay tentatively.


With that she got out of the car and went to the big dog. He wagged his tail at her as he kept glancing back at me, still nervously sitting in the car. Kay took him by his collar and hugged him, whispering into his ear.

“You can get out now,” she said.

I opened the door and the dog, though eying me, no longer had its teeth bared.

“It’s okay, Wolf, he’s a friend,” Kay cooed to him. “Give me your hand,” she said to me.

I did as told. She squeezed it and then brought me closer, hugging me.

“See, baby,” she said to the dog.

And like her own child, the dog nudged playfully between us.

“It’s okay now,” she said.

I held out my hand, palm up, and looked at Wolf with a smile. Kay released her hold on his collar and he came slowly to my hand where I could rub under his chin.

“Good, now that we’re all friends,” she said. “Let’s go inside.”

I grabbed my suitcase and followed Kay into her spacious house. It was airy with many windows facing the woods. Through the kitchen I could see the big pool, blue and looking very inviting on this hot afternoon.

“Want to swim?” Kay asked.

“You read my mind,” I said.

“Let’s get changed then. Come. I’ll take you upstairs.”

I followed her to her bedroom. She kissed me again. “I’m so happy you are here, Frank.” She said again. “You get into your suit. I want to go get some food ready and then I’ll join you.”

I changed into my bathing suit and went out to the pool, not wasting anytime getting wet. The water was warm, but the swim was refreshing after the flight and drive. I splashed around a bit and then saw her coming out of the kitchen and down to the pool.

She had on a white bikini, the top not revealing much of her breasts while the bottoms cut to a miniscule V, exposing her hips and endless tan legs. She had put up her hair and was wearing platform sandals. The sight of her was mind boggling.

I got out of the pool, dripping, and staring dumfounded at her. “Damn, baby, no wonder that poor boy couldn’t control himself when he saw you. Is this what you wore?”

“Something like this, but in black,” she said and smiled shyly. “But stop, Frank, I’m still not quite good with what happened with Brock, despite what we talked about.”

“Yeah, but Kay,” I said, looking her up and down again. “He will never forget you and I mean that in a good way.”

“I hope you’re right,” she said. “How’s the water?”

“Fantastic,” I said. “You going in?”

Before she could answer, we heard Wolf bark loudly. He was barking in the direction of the neighbor’s house.

“What’s he riled up about?” I asked.

Kay looked past me toward the woods and the sliver we could see of the neighbor’s house. “Oh, it’s probably Mr. Perry on his deck trying to catch a peek.”

I grinned. “Ahhh, smart man,” I said. “But the dog gives him away, huh.”

“Always,” Kay said. “As soon as I hear Wolf and I’m out here sunbathing, I know Mr. Perry has come out to watch.”

“Do you give him a show,” I asked.

She shook her head. “No, you know I’m not like that, Frank,” she said, blushing slightly.

“Uh huh,” I said. “You’re not, but I am. Maybe we should give him a show he won’t ever forget.” I took her in my arms and pulled her too me, turning her to face where Mr. Perry was probably watching. I kissed her on her neck. “What do you say?”

“Mmmm, Frank, I want you. But here? Wolf won’t stop barking.”

“Can you bring him inside?”

“I guess I can,” she said somewhat hesitantly.

I rubbed my hands down her sides and kissed her again on her neck. “Let’s do it. I can’t think of a better way to start my vacation here with you.”

“Ummm, since you put it that way.” She turned and kissed me and then went to fetch her dog.

She came back a few moments later and I took her in my arms again, turning her to face where the voyeuristic Mr. Perry was undoubtedly watching. My hands were on her belly as I kissed her on her neck. She pushed back into me. “Oh god, Frank. Now I couldn’t care less whose watching. I’ve wanted this again for so long.”

I teased her ear with my tongue and whispered. “I can’t lie. I’ve stroked it more than a few times with you on my mind.”

“Mmmm I love hearing you say that, Frank. You make me feel so special.”

“Because you are,” I said, my hands moving to her breasts, still barely covered by her skimpy top. I pulled the top down so I could finger her nipples. She moaned loudly. “There’s no doubt Perry can see these beauties,” I said, my hands cupping under her full round breasts. I pushed them up a bit. “Why don’t you show him how you can suck on your own nipples.”

She did what I said, her tongue swirling over her nipple as I held her breast to her mouth. As she lapped at her nipple, her hand wandered to my shorts. She squeezed, feeling how thick I was already and groaned loudly again.

One of my hands wandered lower now, pushing down her bottoms. Her normally thick dark thatch was now just a thin bikini line. “I had to, Frank,” she said. “There’s no way these suits would hide my hair otherwise. I hope you don’t mind.”

I shook my head. “Not at all. Change makes it even more thrilling.”

She laughed and squeezed my cock again and then turned in my arms.

“Let’s show old Perry how good I can suck a cock,” she said wickedly as she sunk to her knees in the grass, pulling my shorts down in one motion. “Mmmm, my baby,” she purred as she stroked and licked around my shaft lovingly, holding it to her cheek and face.

I looked down at her. She glanced back up at me as her tongue flicked at my cock head. And then she began to work it in her mouth. The sight of her on my cock was beautiful and I told her so. My words made her hum on it more and suck harder. My hands were in her hair, on her head, guiding her as she filled her mouth with my thickness. She gripped my butt with her hands as she bobbed and sucked heartily on me before pulling out to take a breath and move her tongue to my balls. She licked and sucked them gently while using both hands to work my shaft. What she could do with her tongue and hands was pure magic.

She fluttered her tongue lower and dapped at my ass crack before slithering it back to my balls and then again up to my cock. She took it deep in her mouth again and sucked and bobbed rapidly on it while one of her hands traveled between her legs. I normally can pretty much control how and when I cum, but what she was doing was making me lose that control.

I gripped her by her hair and tried to pull out of her mouth, but her lips held tight around my cock, groaning and shaking her head, not wanting to give it up. Finally, I pulled it out, my hand still on her head. “No, Frank. I need your cum!” she wailed while trying to get my cock back into her mouth.

“You’ll get as much of it as you need, baby,” I said. “But I want to fuck you. To cum in you.”

“Mmmmm, yes, baby. Fuck me!” she said breathily as she turned onto her back, raising and spreading her legs. I took her legs to my chest and rubbed my cock over her glistening mound. “Put it in me, Frank! I want it now! I need it now!” Whatever trepidation she had earlier was totally gone,

I spread her pussy with my thick cock quickly and she moaned in pleasure, her body shaking almost instantly in a violent orgasm. I kept my cock deep in her as she convulsed on it and when her orgasm subsided I pulled it almost all the way out and then slammed it back in again. As I thrust my hips in and out of her, she began to thrash beneath me once more. Her green eyes were glazed as they stared at me and her tongue swirled over her own lips. She wrapped her legs tight around my back as I slammed in harder and harder while she pushed up to me to meet each of my hard thrusts until I could hold back no more and drained my cum deep into her.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, goddddddddddddddd!”she screamed as her body shook with another orgasm.

Both of us were panting and sweating in the hot sun. Kay’s back and butt were covered with grass and dirt. I pulled her to me and kissed her hard. She shot her tongue in my mouth and moaned into it, catching her breath with mine.

After we caught our breaths, with a smirk, I said, “I think we gave one to Mr. Perry for the ages.”

She laughed. “Oh, he might get quite an eyeful this next week,” she said.

“Lucky dude,” I said.

She shook her head. “Naaaw, we’re the lucky ones.”

And I couldn’t agree more.

We cleaned off in the pool and spent the rest of the afternoon just lounging, napping in the sun, sipping beer for me and wine for Kay. Dinner was a delicious slow roasted rotisserie chicken on her grill along with local corn and salad. We ate in our bathing suits outside and when it got dark, Kay turned the lights on in the pool.

“Now that’s what I like,” I said, admiring the deep blue glow coming from the pool.

“Nice isn’t it? I love taking swims in the night after work. It really relaxes me,” she said.

“I’m sure it does,” I said. “Shall we relax some now?”

She smiled at me, reached around and untied her bikini top. “Yes, but we don’t need these to relax.”

“I like your thinking, Kay,” I said, standing and sliding off my suit.

She glanced at my flaccid, long cock and licked her lips as she wiggled out of those scant bottoms.

We frolicked in the pool awhile, teasing each other in the warm water before I cornered her and pressed my body against her, kissing her hungrily. Just as she was getting into the kiss, I pulled away and hopped out of the pool.

“Hey, sexy, where you going?”

I didn’t answer her. I grabbed one of her plush towels and spread it over the edge of the pool and then jumped back in. I took her hand and brought her to the towel and lifted her up to the edge of the pool.

“Hmmm, what might you have in mind?” she asked, a twinkle in her green eyes.

“We never did get to dessert, Kay, and I’m craving something sweet,” I said, a grin on my face.

“Oh are you?” she replied.

“Uh huh,” I nodded and spread her legs with my hands as I moved between them with my head. Kissing at the tip of her bikini trim and wiggling my tongue lower to her clit where I mashed my tongue onto it.

“Mmmmm, my sexy lover,” she purred and stroked my hair with her nails.

Using my fingers in her and my tongue on her clit, she began to moan and arch back onto the towel. I took her clit in my mouth and sucked and gnawed gently on it as she groaned and played with her breasts. Taking my fingers out of her pussy, I moved my tongue into her, curling it and flicking fast inside her. As I feasted on her greedily, her loud moans echoed in the quiet of the night. I felt her squeeze and push at my head as her body tensed and then she gushed from her pussy, cumming hard on my tongue.

I hopped out of the pool and positioned her away from the edge. My cock was thickly engorged and as she lay there, she followed it and me with her eyes, biting her lower lip.

“Turn over,” I said.

She immediately obeyed, getting on her hands and knees and raising her rounded butt. I gripped her by her ass cheeks and she cooed. I teased my cock over her ass and crack and she let out a small yelp. Moving it further down, I eased my thickness into her pussy as she exhaled a throaty wail.

Holding onto her hips and ass, I began to pound into her from behind. “Ohhhhhhh! Yes, baby, fuck me hard!” she cried, her head buried into the towel.

I moved in and out of her, slamming into her to my balls until, feeling the cum rising up my loins, I held my cock deep into her, exploding inside her as she gripped me with her cunt muscles.

I slid my cock out of her and she groaned, collapsing onto her belly. I slid on top of her and kissed the back of her neck. She turned her head to me with a smile. “I think I can get very used to this,” she said.

We swam a little more and then, both of us exhausted, went up to bed where we almost immediately passed out. I slept as well as I had in a very long time and was awoken at day break by the feel of Kay’s tongue circling my cock. I peered at her with sleepy eyes. “You just lay there now and let me do this,” she said. “It’s our tradition.”

“Mmmmm hmmm,” was all I could respond with.

It wasn’t long before her tongue, lips and hands had me thick and hard and that’s when she really went to work. She was sucking deep on me, licking me up and down, playing with my balls, worshipping and loving my cock like no other until I could hold back no longer and shot my wad down her throat. She swallowed eagerly, taking all of it and continuing to suck and lick me until she was sure she had it all.

When she pulled off my cock, she slid back up to me. I held her close. “I love your cum,” she whispered. I stroked her hair and cheek and within minutes, both of us fell back to sleep.


We relaxed most of the next day. She took me out and drove around the area. I could see how she was torn about living where she did. Sure it was quiet; small town living, but it was magnificently beautiful as well.

That night we were invited to a dinner party given by her best friend, Pamela. I was reluctant to go, wanting really just to spend the night and all my time in Kentucky with Kay alone. But Pamela was, as Kay had told me, her closest friend in the world; someone who she loved and trusted like a sister. Someone who was there for her when she lost Gregory when there was no one else to comfort her and get her through those very difficult times. Kay had told her about me and she was very anxious to meet me.

Her house was even larger than Kay’s. Apparently, her ex-husband was a wealthy businessman and had left her the house. “Yes, but she’s not snooty at all,” Kay said as we drove up to the estate. “She’s got all the money in the world, but she’s real down home. Maybe that’s why we’re such good friends.”

Pamela greeted us at the door. She was a petite and pretty with short blonde hair, her skin tanned golden brown, blue eyes, and, from the short, tight dress she was wearing, I noticed her nicely rounded ass and muscular, defined legs. A body, I later found out, formed by years of tennis. She smiled broadly at me and held out her hand. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Frank,” she said.

I squeezed her hand. “The pleasure is mine,” I said. “Thanks for inviting us tonight.”

“Are you kidding,” she said. “I’ve heard so much about you, Frank. I’ve been dying to meet you.”

“I hope you’ve heard only good things,” I joked.

“Oh yessss, Kay has nothing but very good things to say about you, you can be assured of that,’ Pamela said as she looked at Kay. “And she wasn’t lying. You are quite handsome.”

“Isn’t he though,” Kay said, looking at me with a smile.

“I guess that’s unanimous,” I cracked and they all laughed.

As we walked into the grand entranceway, another woman, accompanied by a tall, thin, fair-skinned man greeted us.

“Frank,” Pamela said, indicating the couple. “This is my daughter, Becca, and her fiancé, Mitch.”

She was also slender, taller than her mother, but with the same, athletic body. Blonde, like her mother, but her hair was much longer and loose down to her mid back. Still, the resemblance was more than obvious. “Nice to meet you Becca. And you too, Mitch.”

“Becca goes to law school in Boston,” Pamela said. “And Mitch works for the county District Attorney. They’re to be married when Pamela graduates next spring.”

“How nice. Two lawyers. Always good to have one in the family,” I joked and everyone laughed, though I could feel eyes on me and I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad.

After the introductions were made, we had cocktails outside on Pamela’s large deck and then dinner in her formal living room. The grilling was relentless and Kay occasionally squeezed my thigh to indicate she had my sympathy. After dinner we had drinks in the living room and a few times, Kay and Pamela would escape together where I knew Pamela was giving Kay her assessment of me.

“How’d I do?” I whispered to Kay when she returned.

“Hush,” she said, slapping at my hand. “We’ll talk later.”

And in the car on the way back to Kay’s, she told me how much Pamela liked me. “She thought you were irresistibly charming. She even compared you to her favorite actor, George Clooney.”

“Clooney! That is high praise.”

“Absolutely. And you do know he is from Kentucky, don’t you?”

“I didn’t know that.”

“So you’re in with my best friend, Frank, but I had no doubts that you wouldn’t be.”

“Well now I’m very relieved. She seems like a down to earth person despite having so much,” I said.

“She really is. We wouldn’t be friends if she wasn’t.”

“Her daughter seems very vivacious; a real go getter, but to be honest, I can’t say the same about Mitch.”

“Yes I know. It does seem like an odd match, but not if you know, Becca. She knows with Mitch, she’ll get anything she wants.”

“Ahhh, so she’s like that,” I said

“Yes, much different than her mother,” Kay said and then went silent.

“Anything wrong?” I asked her as I pulled her car into her driveway.

She shook her head. “No, just thinking.”


“Hmmmm, we’ll talk about it later,” she said as she got out of the car.

“Now I’m curious. Why later?” I asked as I walked to her side.

She put her arms around me and looked into my eyes with her sexy, green eyes. “Because, first we need to go inside, get undressed, so you can fuck me silly.” She smiled and then kissed me.

“Okay, If you put it that way, I guess I can wait,” I joked.

She was voracious that night. Wanting as much as I could give her and more. Even though I was tired after all that food and wine, we went at it for more than two hours. She was relentless, moving with me at full throttle. Breathing heavily, she went from one position to the next, demanding more and more until, after taking her in almost every imaginable position, she got on her belly, raised her butt, and spread her ass cheeks for me, something she never did before. I obliged willingly and she screamed loud and long as we both came hard.

When we finally caught our respective breaths, I said, “Wow, what brought that on, baby?”

She was curled into me, playing with my chest hair. “I just love you so much, Frank,” she said.

I kissed her head and stroked her hair.

She was quiet again until she picked her head up and looked at me.

“Frank, would you do something for me? Something really special.”

“You know I will,” I said, continuing to stroke her thick hair. “Whatever you want.”

She nodded. “But this is a little unusual. Maybe even a little kinky.”

I smiled. “I can handle unusual,” I said. “And kinky? Well kinky’s never scared me off, you know that.”

She kept her eyes on me. “Kinky like having you sleep with my best friend?”

It took a moment to register.

“You want me to…to fuck Pamela.”

She nodded. “I do, Frank,” she said seriously. “She’s so lonely and she sleeps around with a lot of creeps who just don’t treat her right. I want her to experience you. I want her to feel some of the pleasures I’ve been feeling. Despite all she has, it hasn’t been easy for her. She’s…”


“Just like I said, despite getting plenty of attention from men, she’s really very lonely. There’s a void in her life and maybe you can help her forget it, if only for a short time.”

I didn’t know what to say. It was an unusual request and one I truly didn’t expect from Kay.

“Have you asked Pamela if this might be something she would want.”

“No, but….”

“Kay, how can you presume she would sleep with her best friend’s man?”

“Sweetie, I know my friend. And I know the way she talked about you and looked at you. I bet she’s at home now all wet just thinking about you. Of course she would never say anything like that or be crude or anything, but I know her.”

“You might be risking your friendship by bringing this up. She might take it the wrong way.”

“Let me worry about that,” Kay said. “So you’ll do it?”

“If it’s what you want…and Pamela agrees, I’ll do it, but I don’t know how you’ll get her to agree to it.”

“You leave that to me,” Kay said and kissed me hard. “Now I need to get to sleep so I can…well…you know…wake you up the proper way.”

“Mmmmm, I’ll have pleasant dreams thinking of it.”

Kay didn’t talk much more about what she had in mind the following days after. The holiday was coming up and she had planned a Fourth of July party at her house for colleagues at work and their families. I helped her with the preparations; buying hot dogs, hamburgers, rolls and all the condiments along with watermelon, corn on the cob, salad, and cole slaw.

When we were at the supermarket, Kay said, almost matter of factly, “Oh, and Pamela’s coming.”

“Oh?” I looked at her.

“She’s volunteered to help you with the grilling,” she said, giving me a knowing smile.

“She did, huh,” I said, still curious about whether Kay discussed what we talked about the other night with her friend. “Anything else she volunteer to do?”

Kay squeezed my hand. “She’s a little nervous about it,” she said. “She’s just not sure…yet. But I want you to be very nice to her. Make her…less nervous, if you know what I mean.”

“Whatever you want, honey,” I said, smiling at the beautiful and big hearted Kentucky woman by my side.

The Fourth of July was a hot, sticky day and perfect for the pool. Kay’s co-workers seemed like a friendly bunch and really cared for Kay. There were many children, lots of activity in the pool, but I stuck mostly by the grill cooking off what seemed like an endless supply of hamburgers and hot dogs while Kay, who refrained from swimming or appearing in one of those eye catching bikinis, moved among the crowd, making sure everyone got what they want and serving as the perfect hostess.

Pamela arrived well into the afternoon dressed in khaki shorts and a loose halter top. I could tell she was nervous as she immediately helped herself to a glass of wine.

“Bout time you showed up,” I said, kiddingly. “I thought I’d never get a break here.”

“Well I’m here to help you, Frank,” she said. “I know how to cook a hot dog.”

“I’m sure you are proficient in many things, Pamela,” I said, smiling at her lewdly and making her blush a deep red. “So I will leave the barbecue utensils in your lovely and capable hands while I cool off with a swim.”

With that, I pulled off my shirt. Pamela was staring mutely at my chest. Finally she stammered, “You…go ahead, Frank. I’ve got this.”

After my swim, I returned to the grill station and both Pamela and I worked as a team to feed Kay’s hungry co-workers. The wine and my easy flirting with her seemed to loosen Pamela up and she was more at ease with me. Once it got dark, Kay gave everyone sparklers and we lit them in honor of the Fourth of July. The guests began to leave after that until, finally, just Kay, Pamela and I remained.

The mosquitoes were biting in the humid night air and we all went inside. Pamela helped Kay clean up whatever was left to clean up and then both women came into the living room and sat on the sofa together. I got up from the leather reading chair and sat on the other side of Pamela.

“Great party, honey,” I said to Kay. “And I thank your friend here for bailing me out more than a few times when I was burning some burgers.”

“Awww, you did fine, Frank,” Pamela said, her hand grazing my leg. “He’s very impressive for a Yankee, Kay,” she teased.

“Uh huh, impressive is the right word, sweetie,” Kay said to her friend.

With that pronouncement there was strained silence between us until Kay finally spoke up.

“Pamela, I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want. But you are my best, dearest friend and I want what I think is best for you. I want you to be happy. To feel good. You deserve that.”

She squirmed a little next to us. “I know you do, Kay. It just….just feels awkward and strange that my best friend would offer her man for….you know.”

I reached out to caress Pamela’s hair and the back of her neck. She let out a very low purr as I did so. “I would like very much to do this, Pamela, if you wanted. It would be an honor and a privilege.”

She turned to look at me. “Really?”

I nodded, my eyes looking at Kay who smiled and nodded back to me.

I moved my hand to Pamela’s bare thigh and pressed on it lightly. “God, this is…” She covered her eyes in embarrassment.

With that, Kay hugged her friend. “It’s okay, sweetie. Let it go. This is for you. With my deepest blessing.”

Pamela let out a loud sigh and then looked at me. “Okay, you, you’ll be nice?”

“He better be,” Kay said.

“Now the pressure is on,” I said, trying to lighten the mood. I stood up and held my hand out to Pamela. “Come,” I said.

She looked up at me and then took my hand. I pulled her up. Kay got up too. “Do you want me there with you, sweetie?” she asked her friend.

She shook her head. “No, that would be too weird.”

“Whatever makes you most comfortable,” Kay said. “If you need me at anytime, I’ll be down here.” And with that she kissed her friend on the cheek and I led her upstairs to Kay’s bedroom.

She was still visibly nervous when I closed the door behind her. I took her by her chin and brought her lips to mine. “You’re a beautiful woman, Pamela,” I said as I kissed her gently. “And a fabulous friend to Kay.”

She kissed me back. “She’s the best, Frank,” she said. “You are very lucky to have her.”

“Believe me, I’m very aware of that,” I said and then took off my shirt. She bit her lower lip as she stared at my hard hairy chest. “Something interest you?” I asked with a sly grin.

“Uh huh, I love a man with a hairy chest,” she said. She moved closer to me and grazed her long red lacquered nails over it, her eyes roaming over my chest.

While she played with my chest, I moved my hands behind her and then down to grip her firm, round ass. “And I’ve had my eyes on these since I’ve met you,” I said, squeezing her ass cheeks.

“Mmmm, that feels good, Frank,” she said and then bent to kiss between my pectorals. She rubbed her nose in the hair, purring and kissing lightly until she came to one of my nipples, and flicked her tongue on it. I squeezed her ass cheeks harder and then moved to take her hand in mine. I brought it to my chest and down my abs and then to the thickening girth in my pants. She purred into my chest as she groped at my crotch.

I pulled away from her and made a show of sliding off my shorts, teasing my briefs down a little at a time to reveal my thick tuft of dark hair and then my cock. She watched breathlessly as I did it and when my cock was revealed, she let out a low moan. “My god, Frank. I…I don’t know.”

“What don’t you know, Pamela,” I asked as my hand circled the girth of my cock.

“It’s so…thick. How does Kay…”

“Oh, she has her ways,” I grinned.

“She must. I…I just hope I can take it.”

“Wanna try?” I smiled.

She nodded eagerly and bit her lower lip. “I can’t wait to.”

“Why don’t you get undressed for me, Pamela.”

She nodded again. “But do you mind if I undress in the bathroom and you lower the lights?”

I shrugged. “Whatever you are comfortable with.”

She went into the bathroom. I turned off all the lights exceptthe dim bedside light. She came out a few moments later; her hands were crossed over her breasts. I was sitting up on the bed looking at her. As she came closer, she took her hands off her breasts. I immediately noticed that one of her breasts was oddly shaped and somewhat larger than the other. She saw what I was looking at. “You’re staring at it,” she said.

I looked at her, not knowing what she was talking about.

“Didn’t Kay tell you?”

“Tell me what, Pamela.”

“I had breast cancer and lost a breast. This was the best the plastic surgeon could do,” she said, indicating the misshapen one. “I know, it’s a turn off. I understand if…”

Before she could continue I took her in my arms and kissed her hard. “Shut up,” I said. And then kissed her again, my tongue in her mouth. She immediately responded with passion, her tongue finding mine as she moaned into my mouth.

My hands went to both her breasts, caressing them as she moaned again. My fingers found her nipples, I tweaked and rubbed them both and then turned her onto her back on the bed.

I kissed at her neck and then to her breasts. She arched back and my mouth went to the disfigured one, my tongue swirling around the areola and then taking all of it into my mouth. “Oh, Frank,” she whimpered, her hands in my hair, cradling me to it.

I kissed and tongued both her nipples, moving back and forth between them for what seemed like hours. “So good…so good…” she cooed.

My hand wandered between her legs. She was soaked and I trailed my tongue down her flat belly, through a thin patch of light brown hair, to the essence between her thighs. I looked at her as I moved my hands down under her ass cheeks and jerked her legs up and over my shoulders, pulling her pussy to my mouth.

“Goddddd!” she moaned as I held her tightly in my strong arms and began to lick and suck at her clit. She squirmed wildly and my tongue found its way into her, curling up in her and flicking. I ate her greedily, devouring her pussy with my mouth. She gripped my hair hard and squeezed her muscular legs around my upper back.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” she yelled as she came on my mouth.

I let her down as she recovered from her orgasm, her hand over her eyes as she caught her breath. And then as if she remembered something, she sat quickly up and her hands went to my chest. “Mmmm, honey, I could play with your chest all day,” she said.

“I’m sure you could, but there are other things to play with.” I said, pulling her closer to me.

“Of that I am very aware,” she said as she glanced at my thick, engorged cock. Her hands moved down to it and using both hands she stroked its length. She tickled under and cooed. “Oh my, hairy even on your cock.”

She kneeled between my legs and licked at the tip, swirling her tongue over it as her hands continued to stroke. Moving her hands to my balls, she gently caressed them as her tongue fluttered up, down and around my cock. She moved her lips to the underside of my shaft where I had hair, kissing and licking there as she made cooing, happy sounds as if she found something sweet and delicious.

I had my hand in her soft, short blonde hair as she licked lower, now to my balls, sucking on each of them while her hand played with my cock head. Her tongue worked back up my shaft and she positioned her lips over the head. Gripping my cock with both hands, she opened her mouth wide and worked my thickness into her lips. She slowly eased her mouth lower and lower on it, her hand again on my balls and stroking the hair near my ass crack.

She soon began to suck, her head bobbing up and down. She was good. Very good. What was it with these Kentucky women and sucking cock? Was it in the air here? I leaned back against the bed’s headboard as she diligently and lovingly sucked my cock, doing my best to hold off; to not shoot my load down her throat.

When I knew if I didn’t stop her, she would get me to cum, I pulled her off my cock. She looked at me, her face flushed, lips wet with saliva and precum. I quickly had her on her back, her legs up and spread as I guided my cock to her pussy.

“Mmmmm, honey,” she purred as I teased it over her clit and started to ease it into her wet slit.

“Ohhhhhhh,” she groaned as my thick cock spread her. “Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!”

She was tight, my cock practically spilling out of her, spreading her lips as wide as they could spread. “Okay, baby?” I asked.

She nodded. “More than okay. Fucking amazing.” She grinned and kept her blue eyes on me as I began to move in and out of her. I took her ankles up to my chest, and now, my cock lubricated by her juices, was able to move faster and harder in and out of her. With each thrust her moans became more pronounced. Her eyes opened and closed and she thrashed her head back and forth in ecstasy.

I felt the cum begin to rise up my loins and moved onto my side, turning her on her side as well, keeping one of her legs high, my cock continually moving in and out of her. With my other hand I gripped her round ass.

“Frank, Frank, Frank!” she cried as I pounded into her and then, spreading her ass cheeks, slipped a finger onto her rosebud and probed into her. She screamed, her cunt muscles gripping my cock as I exploded into her, her body convulsing on it in a loud, long orgasm.

I kept up my motion until I let go of her leg, took my finger out of her ass, and slowly pulled my cock out of her.

“Ahhhhhhh,” she cried as my cock snapped out of her tight pussy. I lay by her side now, caressing her flushed face. “That was….my god….”

“So you liked it?” I smiled.

“Oh my…I….no wonder Kay is a changed woman.”

I kissed her. “Who has a sexy, good, loyal friend.”

She kissed me back in a more friendly manner now. “We are both lucky to have each other as friends.”

“Yes we are,” I said, looking into her eyes.

“I…I would like to stay here with you much much longer, but…”

I nodded.

“This was memorable, Frank. Thank you so much,” she said and then slipped out of bed to the bathroom.

She came out dressed a few minutes later, glanced at me shyly now, and then went out of the room.

I stayed in the bed, exhausted from the day and my session with Pamela and about to fall asleep when, finally, Kay walked in. “I think you were a success,” she said, smiling at me.

“You do?”

“Not that I had any doubts. You made my friend very very happy and I appreciate it.”

I nodded. “Why didn’t you tell me about…”

“Her cancer?”


“I didn’t want that to influence you in any way, Frank. She’s proud of being a survivor and doesn’t use that she was sick to get sympathy. Did it bother you to see her…breast?”

“No, it didn’t bother me,” I said. “I just wasn’t prepared for it.”

She nodded. “How could you be. You are something, my Frank.”

“Glad you think so,” I said with an impish grin.

“Yeah, I do, but I hope you have something left for your poor lady,” she said, pulling off her shirt and unclasping her bra, releasing her magnificent breasts.

“For you, I will call up all my reserves.”

She slid off her shorts and her panties and crawled onto the bed next to me. “I’m sure your reserves will suffice.” She caressed my thighs, staring at my cock. “I have to say, you had her making quite a ruckus. Hearing her cries got me more than a little wet.”


She shook her head. “Only that I wasn’t in the room with the two of you.”

“Now that wouldn’t have upset me in the least, having you with us.”

Her hand went to my limp cock. She began to stroke me softly. “I don’t think Pam would have gone for it, though. I’m pretty sure she’s one hundred percent straight.”

I reached for Kay’s hair and cheek. “Hmmm, you looking for a friend with benefits?” I asked with a smile.

She shrugged. “Not if it meant upsetting our friendship.”

“But you’ve thought about it?”

“I cannot lie, Frank. Ever since you introduced me to the pleasures of another woman, I’ve thought about the possibility of being with Pamela that way. I wouldn’t resist, that’s for sure.”

“Well, you never know what might happen in the future,” I said, looking at my beautiful woman.

“No, but like I said, I would never push anything like that on her. My friendship with her is just too valuable.”

“I understand that,” I said.

“But, in the meantime,” she said, gripping my thickening cock, “I get to taste her on you.” She grinned wickedly and licked up and down my shaft.


“Mmmmm, oh yes. She would be delicious,” Kay said and then took my cock deep into my mouth.

She worked on my cock with her mouth until it was fully thick and erect and then, not letting me move over her, straddled my hips and impaled herself on it with a grunt. She bounced on my cock, taking her own breasts to her mouth, licking and sucking her nipples. “You like watching me do that, don’t you, Frank.”

All I could do was nod and she smiled, did it some more until I shot my heavy load into her and she moaned loud cumming in unison with me.


We spent the next day recovering from the party, just hanging out by the pool and eating whatever leftovers there were. The following day Kay had to go into work leaving me by myself. I didn’t mind. I had to leave the next day and I could use the free time to make a few work calls, send out some emails, catch up on my reading, and get a workout in.

I was in the middle of working on a few kickboxing moves on the back lawn when my cell phone rang. It was Kay.

“Hey, baby,” I said. “Everything okay?”

“Yes, but I just wanted to tell you, you’re going to have company over there? Becca called and asked if she could come over for a swim.”


“You remember, Pamela’s daughter.”

“Yes, pretty like her mother, but taller and with that, well, let me be blunt, wimpy, boring fiancé.”

“That’s Mitch. Wimpy and boring, for sure, but a man going places in this county and Becca knows it which is why she latched on to him. But don’t let that fool you about Becca. She’s given her mother plenty to handle over the years. She appears demure and conservative, but I happen to know she’s plenty promiscuous.”

“And why are you telling me this?” I asked.

“Because I think there might be another motive for her request to come for a swim.”

“Ahhh, you think?”

“I do.”

“Well this is unexpected. And interesting. What do you want me to do, Kay?”

“I want you to be yourself, Frank. Do whatever you want to do. I’m going to try to leave here a little early, but don’t tell Becca that. Surprising her might be even more interesting.”

I smiled, liking the way my Kentucky woman was thinking. “Okay, we’ll see what happens. Mittown County is just full of surprises.”

“Yeah, sure,” Kay cracked. “I’ll see you soon, I hope,” she said and then hung up.

This is the direct sequel to Cinthesis. I strongly recommend reading it first otherwise you might not get everything in this story.


Chapter 1

The sun peeked through the window, giving Her skin a golden sheen. Beverly couldn’t get enough of the sight of Her sleeping form, lying atop the covers on her stomach. It formed such a perfect counterpoint to the Song in Beverly’s head, another confirmation that it had been a good decision to move in with her best friend.

It had been Cin’s decision, of course.

That didn’t mean Bev didn’t make any decisions on her own; she did. Like right now, for example, she’d decided how she was going to wake up her friend.

Her hands ghosted over Cin’s legs, gliding up the slope of her butt as Beverly crawled forward. ‘I’ve never done this before.’ The thought was a wet kiss on her clit. ‘We’ve done a lot of things, but I’ve never gone here.’ Moving Her tail aside with one hand, Bev pressed her lips lightly against one globe and then the other. ‘Such a dirty girl. Cin’s dirty, hot slut.’

Light kisses turned into little licks that swiftly devolved into a swirling tongue bath as Her taste filled Bev’s mouth. The blonde’s body sang with lust, a pulsating beat that traveled straight from her mouth to her tits.

Her lips wrapped around Her tail, her tongue trailing a wet path up and down the limp appendage that ended in a gentle swipe through Her crack. Bev’s hands pulled Cin’s cheeks apart, Her groans signaling She was waking up.

This was an act of devotion, of love. A worship in deed, instead of word. Tonguing Cin’s asshole until Her cum splattered the sheets was Beverly’s morning prayer. She didn’t even need to touch herself, Cin’s cries of passion amplified the Song in her head and all Bev knew was bliss. It drooled from her pussy while her mindless tongue continued to eat Her out.


‘I’ve only been back to work for less than a day and I already can’t wait for the weekend,’ Cin pondered morosely behind the counter. ‘Of course, this job sucked when I took it.’

Working at a sporting good store was not what she’d had in mind when she graduated from college, but it paid the bills while she lined up a real job-one that fell into her field of interest. That hadn’t happened; instead she was still working at Jane’s Sportfashion three years later.

That, however, wasn’t the most aggravating thing about working there. No, that prize went to her two co-workers, Jake and Linda, who slacked off at every opportunity. Not in front of the owner, of course, he’d have fired them long ago if they’d been dumb enough to do that.

No, they waited for his back to be turned. Like now: every Monday morning, between ten and eleven, the boss went off for lunch and Linda took Jake back into the stockroom, leaving Cin to mind the store.

She knew what they were doing back there, and up until today that knowledge had only been irritating. But she was a new woman now. Curiosity beckoned. Her eyes drifted to the door in the back, then made a quick scan of the store. She bit her lip. ‘There’s nobody here, I won’t be missed.’

Still looking around as if afraid she’d be caught, Cin stalked quietly into the back. Her sensitive ears already picking up on their lovemaking before her hand was on the doorknob.

‘Why am I doing this? I’m not attracted to them; I don’t even like them! So what the hell am I doing sneaking in here to watch two annoying people have sex?’ It was a good question, but it didn’t stop Cin from softly closing the door behind her and creeping up on the couple hidden by a rack of ski suits, because she was curious.

She got an eyeful right away as Linda had just finished lowering Jack’s pants and was now busy engulfing his manmeat with her lips. Unlike Cin or Linda, he actually looked like he was into sports. The muscles in his arm stood out as he used them to brace himself against the table.

Most of Linda’s body couldn’t be seen from this angle, obscured by Jake, the table and some boxes. That changed soon after, when she stood up and pushed her partner back to lie on the table. Linda’s lithe body scrambled on top of him and she guided his dick into her with a toothy grin. Within seconds, Linda was happily bouncing up and down, her small titties swaying freely through the air.

Neither of them was all that sexy or attractive to Cin. Yet she was breathing just as hard as Linda, her nipples poking into her bra. Because her senses saw beyond that, saw the joy they experienced. The lust they were satisfying right now was infectious, stoking Cin’s own fire.

Hands trembling with desire, she pawed at her clothes as her eyes remained riveted to the scene before her. Teeth pressed into her lower lip, stopping the groan from escaping after a hand finally released one of her tits from its confines. It yearned to be trapped by something warmer.

On the table, Linda threw her head back moaning unabashedly as her hands mimicked Cin’s actions. Sex hung thick in the air, the raven-haired hybrid breathed it. In and out, out and in.

Her skirt was on the floor, wet panties pushed aside to give her questing fingers access. Her body itched to change. ‘No,’ Cin denied herself while watching Linda roll her hips. Her co-workers skins gleamed with sweat in the soft light of the stockroom. ‘Can’t risk it, not here.’ A thumb flicked her clit, pleasure pierced her thoughts.

This time, Cin couldn’t stop a mewl from escaping her panting lips. Couldn’t stop her fingers from playing her body. On the table, Linda leaned back to get a new angle, Jake supporting her without hesitation as if it were a well-rehearsed dance move. Oblivious to their audience or the time.

“Ungh, cumming!” Someone cried out. But nobody slowed down. The energy in the room remained at a feverish pitch.

Linda tilted forward and lay down on Jake before slamming her hips down on his, Jake’s hips thrusting up to meet. A slick finger teased Cin’s back entrance, circling it once, twice, before dipping back into her sex. ‘Screw this: I need a hand, and I know just where to get them.’

“What the hell do you people think you’re doing!” a voice thundered, freezing Cin in place. Looking over at the door, she saw her boss. Kenneth Jane was red in the face, his eyes darting from the couple on the table to Cin and back again. “There are customers here! That’s what I pay you people for: to help them, not to fornicate while they can hear everything!!!”

Jake and Linda finally seemed to realize they had an audience and started to scramble for their clothes. Cin had a slightly easier time of putting them back on, but that also meant an embarrassed Jane focused his ire on her. “You’re fired!” he shouted sounding a bit hoarse. “You’re all fired! Get out! Get out! Now!”

Cin’s mouth opened, then closed. She wanted to argue, to save her job. ‘It’s not fair, it’s those two who’ve been doing this for months while I’ve been doing my job! And now, the one time I did sneak off, I get fired? I need the money, dammit.’

Naturally she wasn’t going to say it exactly like that; she could phrase it better than that. Or just beg. Yet something held her back. Something she’d gotten a more intimate knowledge of since the change: instinct.

Startled, Cin realized that, despite her new found power, she was unable to object to him. ‘If he tells me to suck him off, I’d actually do it…’ Try as she might, she couldn’t get upset over it. The prospect of being unemployed was like a punch in the gut, yet she couldn’t bring herself to object.

‘Because Kenneth is my boss, I’m his subordinate. I agreed to obey him.’ She knew, intellectually, that working for someone didn’t entail such submission. Not in America. It was an attitude from the other place. The one she’d gotten glimpses of in her dreams. But this wasn’t a dream: this was now and this was here. Nevertheless, the idea was hers now and so were the consequences.

“Yes, sir,” was all that would pass her lips as Cin hung her head in defeat. She was out of a job. A job she didn’t like, granted, but one she didn’t want to leave like this. Not without some other sort of work lined up. All because she had to indulge herself.

In a daze, she let her legs carry her out of the stockroom, past the curious eyes of the customers Mister Jane mentioned and out of the store. ‘I’m fired?’


Cin wandered without direction, her complete attention turned inward trying to figure out who she was now. She thought she knew, right up until Kenneth Jane had given her an order and her own beliefs had surprised her. So now she tried to find out if there were any other surprises lurking within her.

‘What if my Creator came back? Would I obey him?’ Cin wondered, dreading the answer. But nothing happened, the feeling she’d gotten with her boss was absent when she thought of her Creator. ‘Because we never made an agreement,’ she suddenly realized. “That’s the key,” she accidentally said aloud.

Embarrassed, Cin looked around but found nobody was close enough to have overheard her. ‘I don’t have to, I can choose now. I always had a choice.’ Both felt true, though only one should.

The ex-employee of Jane’s SportFashion grimaced as another thought came to her: ‘But I’ll have the same problem with any new job I find. Except this time, I know full well what I’ll be agreeing to, even if my new boss won’t.’ Fear and lust mixed as Cin’s imagination came up with a couple of scenarios when this hypothetical boss did find out.

Something caught her eye and she stopped to look, only realizing now that her feet had led her out of the main shopping area onto a small street Cin had never been to before. There were several shops here, too, but it was one in particular that had drawn her attention.

A piece of paper was taped to the glass of the door reading “Looking for a sales associate, must be at least 21 years old…” etc. A quick glance told her she met all requirements, yet it didn’t say what sort of store this was.

There were no displays in the window and a screen artfully decorated to make it look like a pair of curtains prevented her from looking inside. On the glass itself a web-address was printed with a telephone number in smaller type underneath. Looking up the raven-haired hybrid saw that the name of the shop was Pandora’s Box, which offered no clue either.

Curiosity once more took a hold of Cin. ‘I am looking for a job now,’ she considered. But another voice argued, ‘No; remember what happened not an hour ago!’

She hesitated: that was a good point. ‘On the other hand, what’s the harm in looking? I’m not agreeing to anything just by walking in and finding out what they’re selling.’ That … was true.

Nodding to herself she walked over to the shop’s door and opened it. ————————————————–

The sound of tinking bell rang through the store, alerting Sarah Anisidora that someone had come in. She’d been reading the paper, expecting it would be a quiet morning, as most were. Truth be told, her shop did most of its business online, and half the people who came to them physically did so because they didn’t want their orders delivered at home. That and your usual gaggle of high schoolers thinking they were so bold and mature because they dared to come into a sex shop.

The person who came in fell in neither of those categories. This girl had long, intensely black hair that flowed freely down her back. Intelligent eyes framed in a fresh face that lacked a tan. Her body looked good, slender and curved in all the right places. Her outfit, however, looked like she worked in one of the other stores. The girl wasn’t wearing a jacket even though it was still chilly outside. ‘And she’s not in a hurry,’ Anisidora judged as she watched the girl’s gaze slowly travel the various displays.

There were some toys on shelves on the right wall and in free standing displays scattered around the room, but that was only a small sample of their complete catalogue. This left the shop roomy and, aided by the natural lighting, it put customers at ease.

Two mannequins dressed in fetish wear flanked a doorway on the left, leading to what Anisidora liked to think of as her boutique: a room containing their clothing selection as well as a couple of dressing rooms. That was the reason the other half visited the shop, to try it on before buying it.

Still, the behavior of Anisidora’s present company was unusual. Not weird-those were common enough even though most of her products were more for her than for him. No, it was the obvious curiosity the girl displayed combined with a lack of furtive glances Anisidora’s way. No embarrassment seemed to register even when she lifted a boxed dildo up to examine it.

Anisidora examined her once more trying to guess why she’d come in. When the girl took an experimental swing with a riding crop, seemingly fascinated by the sound it made, she’d had enough. “Can I help you?”

The black-haired girl looked up and blinked as if she’d forgotten she wasn’t alone. “Uh, yes,” she said while putting the crop back. “I saw you’re looking for a sales associate, but there was no clue what you were selling.”

Anisidora simply arched an eyebrow. She was indeed looking for a cashier to help her run this shop. Denise had left over a month ago and, while she hadn’t been her only employee, Anisidora couldn’t really spare the others for this. They had their own jobs maintaining the online business. So far, though, they’d had no applicants that met her standards. Either too eager to work here, or too embarrassed. ‘So far, this one’s actually the most promising candidate but her remarks better get more intelligent right quick. I can’t stand airheads’-a smirk crossed her lips-’in my business,’ she amended. ‘They have their uses in bed where their mouths are suitably occupied.’ Good memories.

The girl answered her smile. “Of course, now I do know. So, what I wanted to ask is if you still got that job opening.”

“I do,” Anisidora confirmed. “But I think this is a matter better discussed in my office. Follow me,” she commanded leading her into the back.


Cin followed the older woman through the store, her eyes naturally drifting down her backside. There wasn’t much to see, as the dark-skinned businesswoman wore a smart business outfit with a skirt that reached past her knees. Still, there was a hint here and there of a very fine body. ‘No, focus. You’re not here for that. You’re just curious about the job. Think about that. Money, food, water, a place to sleep. A place where Beverly can sleep.’

Their short journey led into a small office cluttered with paper. A computer with printer were set up on a desk off to the side of the other, by which they sat. “I’m Sarah Anisidora, by the way.”

“Cin-dy, I’m Cindy, though my parents named me Cinderella. I don’t really like it.” She gasped internally. Giving her real name to a stranger, what was she thinking?


“As in the fairy tale,” Cin confirmed.

“Alright, Cindy, you were interested in the position?”

“Uh, right. I am … recently unemployed,” she finished awkwardly. “Actually, I just got fired. Hence my lack of a résumé,” Cin tried to joke.

“Hmmm, I can work around that. Where did you work?”

“At Jane’s SportsFashion.”

“You worked for Kenneth?” Miss Anisidora’s face twisted in distaste. “Guess I won’t be asking for a reference then. I’m not his most favorite person in the world, and the feeling’s mutual. Bigot’s been complaining about my business since I opened. So, why did Kenneth fire you?”

‘This was a bad idea,’ Cin concluded thinking back on this morning. ‘Once she hears what happened, she’ll show me the door.’ So, with a deep breath, she took the plunge and told Miss Anisidora what happened.


When Cindy was finished, Anisidora remained quiet for a moment. “He shouldn’t have fired you, not for that.” The girl across the desk blinked at that; relief started to spread across her features, which was why she pressed on. “I’d have fired you too,” the businesswoman made clear, “right then and there. Can you figure out why?”

She waited and observed Cindy as the applicant thought her words over. ‘Well, even if she’s not a candidate for this place, there’s another position I think she’ll be interested in,’ she thought recalling the way Cindy’s eyes had taken in her store. Anisidora wetted her lips. ‘Several, in fact.’

“I … I should have said something to Mr. Jane. About them, ah, spending time in the stockroom.”

“Exactly. Loyalty is all well and good, but, and it galls me to say this, you owed Kenneth some of it too. I’m not a prude like him, so I don’t care who you fuck or watch fucking. I do care, however, if you blow off work for it and still expect to get paid.”

Cindy flinched at the thrust. She didn’t know it yet, but she wasn’t being tested for the job. Or not just the job-though, if Anisidora did give it to her, that would mean she’d have to give up on that. She didn’t sleep with the people that worked for her.

“But tell me,” Anisidora continued. “Why were you working there in the first place? Do you have any ambitions or dreams?”

Cindy shrugged. “It was supposed to be short-term, you know. I did college, got my major in journalism and then my plan fell apart. I’d lined up an internship at this history magazine when it went belly up. I’ve been sort-of drifting ever since. I suppose I could’ve looked elsewhere, but my boyfriend lived here, so does my best friend, and next thing I knew three years have gone by. And then things suddenly changed. I changed. You asked me about my dreams … I don’t think I know what they are right now.”

Anisidora quietly filed away how she spoke about her boyfriend in the past tense. And the part about changing sounded promising, too. “Sounds to me like you came in here looking for something more than a job.”

Before she could say anything more, the bell rang, signaling somebody else had entered the store. Anisidora would have to postpone their dance: “Sounds like our time is up. Tell you what,” she said as she retrieved a business card. “Instead of you or me deciding anything right now, why don’t you send me your résumé. Here, I’ll write down my private email-address. If you’re still interested by the time you get home, that is.”

Cindy took the bait. ‘Great. I’m still not sure about her for the job,’ Anisidora mused, ‘but her CV should answer that. And if I don’t, it would only be “nice” of me to take her mind off of things.’

Chapter 2

“And that’s why I’m not sure about pursuing this job right now. I don’t want to submit,” Cin said distractedly reclining on the bed as nude as Beverly. The blonde herself didn’t respond immediately, her mouth otherwise occupied nibbling, sucking and all-around feasting on Her tit.

The hand on her back stroking her approvingly, Bev’s head rose a little so she could answer. A trail of saliva still connecting her lips to Cin’s nipple. “Why should it be you?”

“What do you mean?” She asked as Her tail started to ghost over Beverly’s thigh.

“Hmmm, I, I mean, why are you the one who must submit? You don’t have to agree to that to work for her.”

Cin looked thoughtful, Her head tilted to Her right as she mulled it over. Bev pressed on. “You’ve got powers now. She can submit to you. Think about it. The way you described this Sarah, it’s obvious you find her attractive,” she went on not feeling a hint of jealousy. In fact, the image of this Sarah Anisidora, with her cafe au lait skin and toned body, kneeling before Cin was turning her on.

“Would it be right to take her?”

“Of course it would be! You took me and it was the best thing you’ve ever done for me. To have your song in my head …” her voice trailed off as the Song rose in volume at that reminder, derailing her thoughts.

Cin’s voice called her back. “But she’s a stranger.”

The blonde blinked, having to recall what they were talking about. “So? You can take whoever you want, you’re Cin,” Beverly argued with absolute conviction. “Email her, get a second interview and give her the song. I know you want to,” the blonde breathed.

For a moment, Cin simply stared into her eyes. The next, She moved and Beverly was on her back with Her hovering above her. “You’re right,” the raven-haired hybrid purred. Her body slid down Bev’s, their only contact Her taut nipples slowly gliding over the blonde’s tanned skin, tracing two lines of sensual delight. Her breath played over Beverly’s wet folds, melting her just a little more. “I want to.”

She gave the blonde a teasing lick. “I want to see her naked.” Her tongue flicked out again, collecting Bev’s dew above the spot she’d just visited. “I want to hear her moan.” Higher. “I want to smell her lust.” Bev groaned, her hands grabbing at the comforter; that one had flicked her clit. “I want to feel her juices coat my tongue.” Higher again, past Bev’s button, the supple organ almost touched Her Mark. It dampened Beverly’s arousal just enough to appreciate what was going to happen next.

“I want to taste her essence.” Sensation flashed through the blonde, slowing everything down to a crawl. Cin’s tongue began to slowly trace Her Mark, the symbol sending pulses of pleasure rolling through Bev’s body in sync with Her heartbeat. Beverly froze, the waves rebounding when they couldn’t escape, suffusing her form.

The world shrank down to Her tongue on Her Mark and expanded so the Song could fill it all up. Beverly vanished happily to make room, her body arcing off the bed on its own. There was only the Song rising to a crescendo and taking a mewling Cin’s with it. Cum squirted from her cunt, splashing against Her chin.

The Singer added a new line and Cin’s obeyed, twisting the blonde’s body around so she could bury her face in Her pussy. Vaguely, Cin’s heard Her say more words, but they held no meaning for her. All she understood at the moment was right in front of her, filling her mouth. “Yessss, I’ll send her an email, hmmm, later.”


Anisidora finished saying her goodbyes to her customer before turning her attention to Cindy. She’d only seen the girl from the corner of her eyes when she got in, so her appearance was a bit of a surprise to Anisidora.

She wore a peach sundress, a perfect fit for the sunny weather outside but a puzzling choice for a job interview. ‘Of course, she doesn’t know I’m going to say no,’ the businesswoman reflected. ‘She’s nice enough and she does seem to have a brain but… Oh, be honest; you’re not thinking with your own brain here. You want something else from her more.’

Naturally, the owner of Pandora’s Box didn’t say that to Cindy. “Hey, you’re early.”

“I noticed.”

‘Another surprise. She wasn’t this confident the last time,’ Anisidora noted. ‘It does help explain the clothes, she feels at ease this time. Sure.’

“It’s alright,” Anisidora assured her. Shooting Cindy a smile, she stepped around the counter and went to the door to close up. The businesswoman wasn’t expecting anybody for at least an hour and she wanted privacy for what she was planning.

Cindy wasn’t going to get the job, but Anisidora was starting to wonder if the raven-haired girl didn’t already know that. And was anticipating what it meant. ‘Now there’s a nice thought. It certainly would make my work easier.’ With her back to the girl, it was safe for Anisidora to let her smile ease into a predatory grin.

After leading Cindy back to her office, they both sat in the same chairs as last time. Unlike last time, the desk was free of clutter and Sara herself was wearing a more flattering outfit … with some very nice lingerie underneath it. “So, we’ve been exchanging messages for a couple of days now, and I think I’ve gotten to know you … which has led me to believe that there is still an obstacle to your employment here.”


That was all Cindy said, still showing no concern. Instead, she looked vaguely bemused, tilting her head a little to the right as her gaze swept over Anisidora’s body.

“Yes,” the proprietress forged on. “I don’t want to embarrass you, but working here means interacting with customers, helping them with our products. And you, at the moment, are inexperienced.”

Now, Cindy chuckled: “And you’re offering to train me.”

Clasping her hands in front of her on the desk, Anisidora did her best to project an earnest appearance. “You know my policy, Cindy. I don’t sleep with my employees and I refuse to pay someone who doesn’t have the know-how to do her job. But I like you, and I want to hire you,” she lied easily, because everything except the last part was true.

“I saw how intrigued you were the first time you came over my doorstep,” Anisidora added huskily.

“So that’s your opening bid?”

“I beg your pardon?” She hadn’t expected that reaction.

“Of our negotiations. You’re offering no job, but a place in your bed as your lover.”

Anisidora stared at the girl with a slack jaw.

“Oh, don’t look so shocked. All you think about when you look at me is sex and submission. You’re picturing me bent over your knee, paddling my ass ’cause I’m such a bad girl.”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She was certain she hadn’t been that obvious. ‘Did she guess? Ask around about me?’ Strangest of all was how Cindy acted. Anisidora was sure she’d heard a note of interest when the girl had described her fantasy.

Cindy rose from her chair, pushing it back with a foot that had slipped from her sandal before stepping out of the other one so she could kick the footwear out of the way as well. “Yes, you do. But enough about your offer; let’s talk about mine.”

With those words, the raven-haired girl shimmied out of her sundress to reveal she hadn’t been wearing anything else.

Anisidora couldn’t help but glance over her lightly tanned form. Even now, nude and obviously aroused, standing there, Cindy had a sort-of wholesome attractiveness about her. ‘No tan lines,’ Sarah noted.

“That’s your offer?”

The girl’s smile got a little bigger. “No, silly. I’m just slipping into something more comfortable before I make my offer.” Before Anisidora could ask what she meant by that, Cindy showed her.

Her form rippled; there was no other word for it. Her skin lost its tan and became white as porcelain while the brown of her aureoles became a light pink. Her curves got curvier even as the muscles in her limbs and stomach became more noticeable.

Spell-bound, Anisidora watched a tail swish through the air for several heartbeats. Finally, her eyes traveled back up to stare into the twinkling sapphires that had replaced Cindy’s brown eyes. ‘No, not twinkling,’ Anisidora corrected herself, ‘shining. It’s almost as if they’re glowing.’

“This is my offer,” Cindy purred as light spilled from her eyes.

Anisidora felt the light flow into her, deeper and deeper, touching her in places she didn’t even know existed. She’d been intimate with dozens of women. Now the businesswoman realized she hadn’t known the meaning of the word.

It felt as if Cindy’s soul was pouring into her, and was hugging her own soul. It washed against her, massaging her very being, creating whispers that Anisidora could only feel, not hear. ‘Relax.’ Her spirit tensed at the contact making Anisidora more aware of Cindy and what her light was doing. ‘Relax.’

It sounded like a good idea. Being tense was a bad thing and relaxing was good. So she should relax. ‘But my heart tells me I shouldn’t. That if I do, I’ll lose … something.’

“I will work here, and you will pay me like you would any cashier, but you won’t be the one giving orders.”

A frown failed to materialize on her face. “I-I won’t … I’m the boss.” Anisidora had to pull the words out, but she meant every single one of them. In her relationships, she was always the boss.

“That’s what we’re haggling about,” Cindy corrected her. “You’re offering fun while I offer you something you’ve always been wondering about.”

Anisidora refused to respond, to give any impression of weakness.

“I know you, Sarah,” Cindy purred. “All those women, all those girls, its always they who submitted to you. You were on top, looking into their eyes as they gave themselves over to you. You saw the joy there, the mindless pleasure.” Her voice was caressing the words.

Anisidora didn’t want to, but the words were too evocative. Faces emerged in her mind, their eyes confirming everything Cindy had just spoken of. And, for a moment, she felt safe and secure in her place above them.

A moan escaped her as her resistance loosened just a tad, letting the light’s questing fingers massage her that much deeper. Anisidora wanted to shake her head in denial, but it was as trapped as the rest of her. Stuck in blue amber. ‘Is she reading my mind too?’ She embraced the fear that thought evoked with open arms, anything to stave off the warm, comforting, relaxing light. ‘Relax.’ This time, she managed to bite back the moan.

Cindy pressed on. “And with every look, the temptation grew. ‘How does it feel,’ you wondered, ‘giving in, surrendering, submitting?”

“Ne-No.” It was hard to push the word past her unresponsive lips. ‘Hard to deny. No, not deny. Speak, because it isn’t true.’

“Shhh, you’re secret’s safe with me,” Cindy assured her ignoring Anisidora’s protest. “You’re safe with me. There’s no threat here, no reason not to give in to what you want and submit.”

The words sounded so nice. Safe, no threat: “Give in to what you want.” What could be wrong with that? ‘What is wrong with that?’ Anisidora wondered. A little more tension dissolved like sugar in water, and it tasted just as sweet. ‘I can’t-she’s not… human, remember? She’s doing something to you. Cindy is doing this to you.’

“And you are giving in,” Cindy asserted, throwing Sarah’s struggling mind for a loop. “You know resisting draws this out and makes the surrender more intense. That’s why you fight so hard, because you want to savor your defeat.”

Her mind couldn’t help but ponder those words. ‘Is it true? She’s so insistent, and I am losing …’ As if simply thinking it was enough to make it true, Sarah felt herself slipping. ‘No, stop that. Don’t think, fight! Don’t think, fight! Don’t think, fight!’

The words helped. They helped a lot, driving Cindy’s presence back. “Don’t think, fight!” Saying it out loud was even better. Saying meant she spent less of her attention on hearing Cindy’s words. “Don’t think, fight!” the businesswoman whispered to herself.

“I can help you with not thinking,” Cindy tried. “I can make it so you can stop thinking whenever you want. Or I want.” Anisidora hardly paid any attention to the words. ‘Don’t think, fight!’ They were simply noise. “Oh, don’t be like that.”

“Don’t think, fight! Don’t think, fight! Don’t think, fight!”

Her words were met by silence. “Don’t think, fight!” Time stretched on as Anisidora clung to those words like a life-preserver. Nothing changed, she wasn’t slipping anymore. The light still pressed on her but Anisidora wasn’t afraid anymore as she let her own mantra fill her mind.

“Don’t think …” The light flared up, distracting Anisidora. Collecting herself, she picked up where she left off. “Fight! Don’t think,” she started, only to be interrupted by another pulse that derailed all thought. And another. ‘Where was I?’ she wondered. ‘Oh yes.’ “Don’t think.” Flash. “Don’t fi…” No, that was wrong. “Think.” Yes, that was it. “Don’t think.” Pulse. “Don’t think.” Flash. “Don’t think. Don’t think.”

The light pulsed in time with her mantra. “Don’t think.” She felt as if she’d forgotten something. “Don’t think.” But she couldn’t remember, because that required thought. “Don’t think,” Anisidora reminded herself. The light wrapped around her, flowed deeper into her. ‘Don’t think. Relax. Don’t think.’ Sarah did as she was told.

“Oooooh,” she moaned as the light filled her up. Her mind became an empty, bright, blue expanse. And it felt good. Relaxing into her chair Sarah floated about. Not a single thought to distract her from this wonderful feeling.

“Stand up.”

The thought puzzled Sarah for a moment even as her body tensed and lifted itself out of her chair. She wasn’t supposed to have thoughts. Then she realized it hadn’t been her doing the thinking, it had come from the outside. ‘Cindy.’

“You can’t think.”

Sarah blanked again. She couldn’t think.

“I will think for you. My words will be your thoughts.”

Cindy’s words would be Sarah’s thoughts. Something sliced through the air and her clothes, barely missing her skin. Her suit, her expensive underwear, it all fell to the floor in pieces, leaving her standing naked in the cool air. The businesswoman didn’t feel the loss, paid no heed to the embarrassment of standing in her office without a stitch on. Cindy hadn’t said she should. All Sarah felt was the peace of emptiness.

“You want to submit to me. It is your greatest desire, your hottest fantasy. Now tell me, what’s the most humiliating act that you could commit, the one that would clinch it for you?”

The ideas bubbled up, plastering her mind with images and firming her nipples into diamond-hard bullets. Squirming, Sarah told Cindy what she wanted.

Chapter 3

Miss Anisidora blinked and looked around, her mind felt so sluggish. ‘I’m in my office … Why? What happened … before?’ A frown creased her forehead as she looked down. ‘I’m naked?!’ A hand moved down and gingerly dipped between her legs. A shudder forced her eyes to close. ‘And wet. What happened?’ the businesswoman wondered again.

A pair of hands slid around her waist from behind and pulled her back to rest against pillowy breasts. “I found what you needed,” a woman breathed into her left ear.

“Who?” Her memory finally started to come back again allowing her to put a name to the voice. “Cindy?” And then she remembered, the interview, Cindy undressing, changing, her eyes shining with an inner light. It shone so brightly, entering her, touching her deep inside.

Her hips jerked back on their own as the memory of the light reached into her and stroked her pussy. Her ass bumped into something long and slick.

‘What’s that?’ Her own mind answered the question. ‘The strap-on, right, I asked for it… or did Cindy? We talked about it, I’m sure of that. I told her where it was. I told her my ultimate fantasy was having my butt fucked, that it was the best way to show what a bottom I am…’

Sarah frowned as something in that thought didn’t sit right. ‘But … I’ve always been on top. I take the lead in my relationships; it’s my lovers who submit to me!’

A wordless gasp escaped her lips when the strap-on slid down and between her cheeks. It was a simple design, a series of large rubber beads strung together on a semi-flexible rod. Not as big as some of the toys Sarah had used, but those hadn’t been used on her. This one would.

The knowledge sent a shiver up her spine. ‘No, focus!’ the businesswoman scolded herself. ‘This isn’t like me.’ Cindy’s hands traveled upward to cup her breasts unleashing two bolts of pleasure that speared Sarah’s mind in place. “Ooooh!”

Not resisting in the least, she let the other woman lead her forward until she was leaning over the desk. “Look down,” Cindy instructed. ‘This isn’t me.’ The thought wasn’t so firm this time.

Doing as she was told Sarah noticed the clamps connected by a chain lying on her desk. Those hadn’t been there before. “I-I’m not, are those for me?” she stammered. This was so unreal. ‘This isn’t me,’ she protested again but the excitement rolling around her stomach gave lie to that.

Her eyes were fixed on the toy as if it were a snake trying to hypnotize her. “You asked for them,” Cindy reminded her.

‘I, I remember. I told her. Why did I tell her all of this?’

“Put them on,” the otherworldly woman instructed her still playing with her tits, tweaking her nipples in preparation for exactly that.

Her hands moved on their own, reaching down and picking the clamps up. They shook from anticipation or fear, Sarah didn’t know-probably both. Even so, she went about fastening them with practiced ease. It had just never been her own tits that had gotten this kind of attention before. ‘Why am I doing this?’ The first clamp pinching on her nipple answered it.

Hot humiliation melted her insides and sent a steady trickle of arousal down her thigh. ‘Why didn’t I do this before?’ The second clamp only deepened the sensation. Cindy didn’t tell her to and Sarah couldn’t remember talking about it before, but it felt so natural to take the chain and put it between her lips.

‘I silenced myself.’ The thought was actually more delicious than the pull on her nips. Her neck stretched putting more force on them giving an edge to the steady drip of pleasure still flowing through her body.

Unresisting, Sarah let herself be pushed down all the way until her stomach rested on the desk and her ass was thrust up as a perfect target for Cindy’s strap-on. Mason’s hands pried her cheeks apart before sawing the oiled dildo along Sarah’s crack, teasing and lubricating the businesswoman in equal measure.

‘Please, please, please, please,’ she begged. With the chain still secure between her lips the pleas remained silent, bouncing around inside her head as they drilled home who had the power. Sarah didn’t even really know if she was begging for Mason not do it, or to stop teasing her and finally plunge in.

She could let go of the chain, free her mouth and say something, tell Miss Mason this wasn’t her, use her unrestrained hands to push off and force Miss Mason away. She could fight, but she so wanted to lose.

Her hands slid over the desk and hooked around the edge of the desk, her legs slid apart in invitation. ‘Please, please, please.’

Miss Mason heard her. Not saying a word she slid into Sarah, steadily pushing the strap-on past her sphincter and up her butt while holding Sarah’s hips steady with her own hands. There was some discomfort but no real pain, the intruder was too slim and slick for that. Even when Miss Mason’s hips hit her ass Sarah just felt full. “Ungh!” Her teeth bit down on the chain as her body lit up. The way Miss Mason had simply taken her without warning or permission hit her right between her legs.

“You’re mine,” Miss Mason stated, a soft growl coloring her words. Not bothering to wait for a reply she drew the strap-on out as slowly as she’d stuffed it in. The pale woman stopped with only the last bead still inside of her, then pushed it back in a tad faster. In and out, faster and faster.

Breathing hard and fast through her nose, she laid there as the tips of Miss Mason’s swaying breasts occasionally scraped the sweat of Sarah’s back. A puddle started to form on the rim of the desk.

‘She’s fucking me.’ Sarah’s pussy fluttered. ‘She’s fucking my ass.’ The office smelled of sex, setting her lungs on fire. ‘Miss Mason is fucking my slutty butt.’ The ecstasy rolling through her body was too long and deep to call it a climax. It kept going as the strap-on thrust in and out of her ass, Miss Mason’s skin slapping against her butt, making it sound like she was spanking Sarah at the same time.

Gurgling, her eyes rolled up as the image seared itself into her brain. She had a new fantasy now. ‘Yes, punish me. I’ve been a bad girl. Oh fuck!’

Sarah felt it slipping away. The doubt, still there if distant, that this wasn’t her, that this wasn’t her ultimate fantasy. That doubt was drowning in the bliss of being Miss Mason’s fucktoy. Sarah didn’t remember exactly when she’d started thinking of her as Miss Mason, but it was the only name she could recall now. No other would fit. She wasn’t breaking, she was melting, and it felt fantastic.

This is the final chapter in the saga of Carole and Jesse, Dee-Dee and Charlie. It contains descriptions of mother/son incest, bondage and lesbian sex; if these things are not to your taste, please read no further. But it does have a happy ending!

Grateful thanks to Hatsuda for his editing expertise and positive feedback throughout all six chapters of this story.

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“Dee-Dee wants a baby and I’m to be the father; and more importantly, she wants to conceive by the natural method? How do I feel about it? Oh my god, I’m completely bowled over. This is just a bit much to absorb in a short time. I think you and I need to talk to Dee-Dee about this, and possibly involve Charlie as well. Anyway, how do you feel about the idea?”

“I guess it is a bit of a surprise, but I’m okay with it, honey. You get to be a father, I get to be a grandmother,” “and an auntie at the same time,” I added. “Yes, a bit complicated, that,” mum continued, “I love Dee-Dee very much, and if we can help her achieve her dream, I’m all for it.” With that, we went in search of Dee-Dee.

Dee-Dee laughed gently when I broached the subject with her. “Jesse, honey, I very much want to start a family, but, of course, Charlie and I can’t do it without some help. I think you would be an ideal dad for our child, but I would really prefer to avoid some gynaecologist messing around with my plumbing, even if it is a female. So if you feel up to it, maybe we can arrange a discreet contact without too many erotic overtones.”

“I see, Dee-Dee,” I teased her, “so you just want to use my body for your selfish purposes?”

“Mmm, okay, if you want to put it like that, I can’t disagree, but you would be doing Charlie and me a really big favour. Plus, you get to be a daddy and Carole gets to be both an auntie and a grandmother at the same time.”

Charlie had now come into the room. She looked quite serious, and I asked her how she felt about this project. “Okay, I guess, although I’d really rather it was done by donor insemination, even if you are the donor. Dee-Dee has explained all her reasons, and I’ve told her about my hesitations, although …” and here she looked at Carole and a smile crossed her face. “Tell you what,” she continued, “I’ll make absolutely no objections if Carole is prepared to sleep with me—just once.”

Mum looked stunned. “Charlie, I don’t know—in spite of my little adventure with Dee-Dee, I don’t think I’m really bisexual. Still, maybe … if it will help Dee-Dee, I might be prepared to give it a try.”

“Is that a ‘yes’ then, Carole?” Charlie demanded.

“I guess so, okay.” Mum turned to me with an enquiry in her eyes, and I nodded.

“Mum, this is your decision, and I’ll support whatever way you want to go. I trust Charlie, and I don’t think she’ll steal you away from me, so if it feels good, go for it.”

“Well, it won’t be for a few days yet, for reasons to do with my cycle,” Dee-Dee sounded rather clinical, “I’ll tell you when I’m ripe and ready, Jesse, then you can perform.”

I sighed. “You make me sound like a circus animal, performing on cue.” Dee-Dee just giggled.

“Just so long as you do,” Dee-Dee continued to tease me and I laughed, as did Carole and Charlie.

Our first encounter came about a week later, but Carole and Charlie were forced to delay theirs for similar cyclical reasons. Dee-Dee caught me in the lounge late one afternoon with a wide grin on her face. “Your place or mine, big boy?” she whispered.

“Better be yours, I think, gorgeous, if you can square it with Charlie.”

“Okay, lover, 8.30 sharp—and don’t be late,” Dee-Dee was determined to be in charge, although I suspected that it had to do with her own nervousness.

I showered and dressed in a bathrobe, feeling as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs as I tapped on her door at 8.30.

“Come in, Jesse,” Dee-Dee said, and I saw that she was lying on the bed, covered in a sheet. “So how do you want me?”

“Hmm, don’t tempt me, Dee-Dee — you do know, don’t you, that a woman has a better chance of conceiving if she achieves orgasm as the man cums?”

“I’d heard something like that, but what are you proposing,” she commented suspiciously.

“What I am proposing, my dear aunt, is that you use this combined vibrator/clit stimulator for a while to get you warmed up.”

“Ooh yes, although I suppose you will want to sit and watch me get all hot and bothered, you nasty voyeur.”

“Why, of course, aunty,” I chuckled, “that’s one of the side benefits.”

Dee-Dee sighed dramatically, then put the vibrator into her mouth for lubrication and pushed the sheet back enough to insert it into her pussy.

She turned it on and almost immediately started to gasp and whimper as the sensations built rapidly and with force.

“Aargh, oh god, oh yes, mmm, it feels so good, yes. Now, Jesse, now, please, I’m almost there.”

“Okay, Dee-Dee, on your hands and knees. Doggy style I think for maximum penetration — plus it has the added benefit that you won’t need to look at me enjoying myself.”

Dee-Dee laughed and rapidly changed onto all fours and as I took up my position she removed the dildo. I knew that Dee-Dee would resent and resist any overt attempt on my behalf to get her excited, but as I slid my cock into her well-lubricated cunt, I reached round and stroked her clit. She reacted as I had expected, but I murmured, “Strictly to keep you on the boil, Dee-Dee,” and she relaxed.

At this point, nature and our bodies took over. I started with long deep strokes to allow her vagina to adapt to this uncommon intrusion and her cunt muscles massaged my cock as it plunged in and out. Her breathing became shallower, faster and more ragged, with gasps and moans as her orgasm came closer. I switched to hard fast thrusts, going progressively deeper until we were fucking like animals in heat. Which, on reflection, was exactly the point of this exercise.

Dee-Dee moaned and sobbed as her climax rapidly approached, and I was able, with some effort, to time mine to coincide with hers. I felt all the signs of approaching orgasm as my balls drew up and the electric shocks started in my lower abdomen and the base of my cock. As Dee-Dee screamed her release, I came hard, depositing a goodly load of baby batter right at her cervix, shouting in triumph as I did so.

As I shrank and slipped from her saturated pussy, Dee-Dee dropped to the bed and turned to me. “Thank you, Jesse, that wasn’t as traumatic as I’d feared.”

I wrapped my arms round her and gave her a big hug. “Dee-Dee, if you were attracted to men, you’d have to beat me off with a stick. You’re a lovely woman, and I know you will be a fine mother—to our child.” We both laughed and I gathered up my robe and left.

Three days later, we repeated the encounter (“Just to be sure”, Dee-Dee claimed) and Carole and Charlie had their own little adventure in my and mum’s room. They started early, but after Dee-Dee and I had finished Charlie was nowhere to be found and mum was sound asleep. There was a strong smell of alcohol that I thought was a little unusual, but I was exhausted, and fell into bed and was soon in a heavy dreamless sleep.

I was up early the following morning; I had an early tutorial at 8.30 at the university and left the house by 7.45 with everyone else still asleep. After the two hour tutorial, I was both hungry and in need of coffee, so I headed for my favourite coffee shop in the local mall and sat reading the paper.

I was suddenly interrupted by a shout of “Jesse, Jesse, over here”, and turned to see my cousin Rebecca in all her finery. “Jesse, what are you doing here?” she shouted and threw her arms around me in a huge hug. “Jesse, congratulate me. Mike has asked me to marry him, and I naturally said ‘yes’”. She reinforced her ebullient happiness with several sloppy but poorly placed kisses around my mouth. “You guys must come to the wedding; we’ll make sure you get invites,” with which she kissed me once again and bounced off.

I relaxed and smiled to myself — a little Rebecca goes a long way. Looking at my watch, I saw that it was already 12.30, time to think about getting home.

As I walked through the front door, my immediate impression was that I had died and gone to hell. Immediately in front of me stood my mother, looking like I’d never seen her before. Her face was a dusky, blotchy colour, suffused with rage.

“You rotten cheating bastard. How could you betray me like that?”

I was totally amazed. “Mum, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“Don’t swear in front of your mother, young man,” she shrieked, and barely pausing to draw breath, “I saw you in the arms of that painted hussy plastering her slutty mouth all over you!”

“Mum, you don’t understand, that …”

That was to no avail, and seemed to make a bad situation worse.

“Oh, so now I don’t understand what my eyes clearly showed me?” she shouted, dripping with sarcasm.

“Mum, please listen to me. I …”

It was no good. “I’m not going to listen to your pathetic excuses. I trusted you with my life as well as my body and you’ve betrayed me,” and taking two steps forward, she wiped her finger hard across my mouth. “See, there’s the evidence, and you can’t deny it,’ she shouted, showing me the remnants of Rebecca’s enthusiastic embrace. With that, she slapped me hard first across my right cheek, then my left.

“My god, Mum, …”

“Don’t blaspheme either. Now get out of my sight. Better still, get out of my house. I never want to see you again.” I looked hard at her but all I could see was a raging storm of emotions flooding across her face. “Fuck off,” she screamed. I ignored the irony and left the room.

“Oh god, something’s gone badly wrong, and I don’t think it is just lipstick on my face,” I thought to myself as I quickly packed a bag. “All her logic circuits have burned out and now she’s running on unrestrained emotion. Emotions that have somehow been badly contaminated.”

There was a light knock on my door and Charlie came in looking distraught. “Jesse, what on earth’s got into your mother? She abused me this morning and will barely talk to Dee-Dee. She seems to think you’re having an affair with some red-headed tart.”

“No, Charlie, it’s not that at all. I had just finished breakfast and was about to head home when I was ambushed by Rebecca. All that happened was a purely coincidental meeting in the coffee shop. Rebecca was her usual excitable self, telling me about her engagement and punctuating the announcement with a few kisses that meant nothing at all.”

“Oh god, Jesse, I can quite imagine that. Rebecca phoned me yesterday and I could barely get a word in edgeways, she was so excited. Wouldn’t Carole listen to your explanation?”

“No, Charlie, she didn’t want to listen to anything I had to say, and caught me two generous slaps round the face. I am now persona non grata and am required to leave the house. In fact, I think that may be a good thing, because it will remove her main source of irritation.”

Charlie looked troubled. “Jesse, I’m really sorry, but I think I may be part of the problem. Our little tryst didn’t go well last night, and Carole seemed a bit disturbed, but I didn’t think it was this significant.”

“Hmm, Charlie,” I pondered. “I think there may be some other underlying issues at play too. Look, will you and Dee-Dee do me a big favour and keep an eye on Mum for me, and if you’re able to get the truth through to her, that’ll be a big bonus. One thing I don’t understand, though, is how she came to be at the mall in the first place.”

Charlie smiled, a wintry smile that barely touched the corners of her mouth. “Well, Jesse, apparently you had turned your mobile off, and she wanted to speak to you urgently about something, although I’ve no idea what. So she decided to go to the mall, reasoning that you’d go there after your tut.”

“Oh god, what a mess,” I sighed. “Charlie, I’ll keep the mobile turned on from now on, and if you have any news, any news at all, please let me know.”

Charlie hugged me and whispered, “take care,” before I hurried to the front door and disappeared in my car. I drove to the university and spent the afternoon pretending to study, although nothing took root. Then I spent the evening watching an entirely forgettable movie, after which I had a pseudo-meal in a fast food joint, then found a room in a cheap motel.

I hardly got a wink of sleep, tossing and turning in a strange bed and worrying about mum. Next morning I went for a walk to clear my head, and then back to my “bolt hole” at the coffee shop. Gary, the owner of the shop looked closely at me and asked, “What’s up, mate, woman problems?”

“Mmm,” I replied, non-commitally.

“Don’t worry, mate. Never run after a woman or a bus—there’s always another one coming along.” He laughed and disappeared.

“Maybe, you cynical old bastard, but not like this one,” I thought to myself.

I sat drinking coffee, half reading the paper and making myself feel miserable, when my mobile rang. It was Charlie. “Jesse, thank god I’ve caught you. I really need to talk to you—where are you?”

“At the coffee shop,” I replied.

“Hmm, too public, really—Jesse, do you know that piece of so-called parkland with the creek running through it, about a kilometre west of the house?”

“Yeah, Charlie, how about I meet you there in about half an hour?”

“Good, see you then,” and she rang off.

Charlie was waiting for me when I arrived, looking very worried. “Jesse, would you be prepared to come home, even if just for a couple of hours. Carole’s in a dreadful state; Dee Dee and I almost literally pinned her down late last night, and force-fed her the truth. Rebecca has a comprehensive Facebook page and we showed her all the details. At first she didn’t want to believe what she saw, but eventually the truth broke through her barriers, and she just seemed to collapse on herself. She burst into tears and started calling your name, then dashed to your bedroom. I don’t think she got any sleep—nor did Dee-Dee or I—as we heard her prowling around the house, crying and sobbing out to you. I know she threw you out and you have every right to feel mad with her, but she really needs you, and …”

I jumped in. “Charlie, no matter what mum did, I still love her like crazy and I want to help her exorcise whatever demons have possessed her. Of course I’ll come home.”

“Thank you, Jesse; I hope you don’t regret it.”

“Charlie, I’d regret it a whole lot more if I didn’t. Just one thing, would you help me with a little play-acting. I’ll follow you home and when you see where mum is, go to the door of that room. Let her see you, then ask her, ‘Carole, what do you want most in the world right now?’ She will almost certainly say, ‘Jesse’, then ask her, ‘If Jesse was here right now, what would you say to him?’ then slip aside and let me in. Okay?”

Charlie agreed and we set out for home. I followed Charlie in and she stood at the lounge room door. “Hi Carole,” she said, getting no response. “Carole, what do you want most in the world right now?”

“Oh god, I so want Jesse back with me. That’s all I really want, but I’m sure he won’t come back to me,” and she burst into tears again.

“Okay, Carole, what would you say to Jesse if he was here with you right now?”

“Like that’s going to happen after what I said and did to him. If by some miracle it did, I’d tell him how sorry I am for my dreadful behaviour, I’d tell him how much I love him and I’d do anything, literally anything to prove it.”

Charlie slipped away and I moved quietly into the room. Getting no response, Carole looked up and saw me watching her. She screamed then shouted my name over and over, stumbled across the floor and threw herself into my arms with tears pouring down her ravaged face.

“Oh Jesse, oh god, Jesse, Jesse, I am SO sorry for what I did to you and what I said to you. I know I don’t deserve it but could you possibly find a place in you where you could start to forgive me?”

I held her trembling body close to me, stroked her hair and down her arm as she wept and continued to beg for forgiveness.

“Darling Carole, darling Mum, I love you so much. I think you’ve been through some really tough times recently, and I want to help you find your way out of them. As for forgiveness, well …”, and, turning her head, my lips found hers in a long, slow kiss. At first she tried to devour me, her mouth open, her tongue searching. She realised quickly that this wasn’t a preliminary to a steamy sexual escapade but a demonstration of mutual love, understanding and acceptance.

Carole eventually broke from me and looked deep into my eyes as if searching for something. “Jesse, my love, how can you let me off that easily? It’s so difficult to explain what got into me, and I am so ashamed, but it doesn’t seem to worry you?”

“Sweet Carole, what happened, happened and I can live with that, though I would like to know what drove you to this explosion.”

Carole was silent for a moment, then said slowly, “Well, the problems with the business have been getting me down, and that’s been complicated by my worries over what you will do with your grandmother’s bequest. I know you’ve told me it will make no difference, but I hadn’t been able to shake the uncertainty about your future directions. Then my evening with Charlie was a complete disaster. I got panicky when she started to kiss and caress me, then she licked me from my feet and all up my legs, and I suddenly panicked and ran from the room. I felt so foolish that I drank more brandy than was good for me and fell into a dead sleep. Next morning I woke feeling dreadful and needed to talk to you, but you’d already gone and I couldn’t raise you on your mobile, which just added to my frustrations. I figured you’d stop off at the coffee shop, so I drove over to the mall. Then when I saw the woman I now know to be Rebecca kissing you everything got too much for me and I lost it. I can’t even remember driving back home, but by the time I got here, my anger had transformed itself into a towering and wholly irrational rage. Then you arrived home …”

“Thank you, Carole darling; I think I understand. Now, look deeply into my eyes and tell me, without thinking about it, do you love me?”

“Oh god, Jesse, yes, yes I do, without hesitation, and really, I’ve never ever stopped loving you. Don’t ever leave me.”

“Well gorgeous, I feel exactly the same way. Next time you’ll have to throw me out bodily.”

Carole leaned backwards and looked at me, managing her first smile and punched me gently on the arm. “There isn’t going to be a next time, you big ape!”

“Good, now …,” but before I could continue, Carole jumped in.

“Honey, first of all, I was really mean to Dee-Dee and particularly to Charlie, and I need to apologise to them too.”

Dee-Dee and Charlie were drinking coffee and gossiping in the kitchen when I stuck my head round the door. “Ladies, there’s someone here wants to talk to you.”

They both jumped to their feet, and without a word rushed over to Carole and embraced her in a gigantic hug. “Oh, I am so sorry …,” was all Carole managed to get out before the others, almost together, told her that they were just happy she was back to her old self and that they both loved and cared about her. I felt a bit superfluous and wandered back to the lounge where Carole joined me a little later, looking more animated and cheerful.

It was now late afternoon, and I looked at Carole who was clearly tired in spite of now being in better spirits. “I know it’s early, Mum, but I have the usual prescription for you, a nice warm shower, and then get some sleep.”

“Okay, honey, that sounds like a good idea,” and in a short time, she was sound asleep.

I knew she hadn’t eaten for too long, so a few hours later I persuaded Dee-Dee to make us both a light supper, not that she needed much persuasion, and mum and I ate in bed, feeding each other titbits and making crumbs in the bed.

I went to bed later, but it was a bad night. Carole was restless, and this worsened as the night wore on, culminating in a dreadful nightmare. She thrashed around in the bed, crying and moaning, and I couldn’t comfort her. Eventually she screamed at the top of her voice, jerked upright, drenched in perspiration, eyes open and staring, gibbering about her father. I held her and attempted to calm her, and eventually the storm passed and she dropped into a heavy sleep.

I was up early next morning and joined Dee-Dee and Charlie in the kitchen. “Is Carole alright? I heard her screaming last night,” Charlie asked and I thought for a minute.

“I’m not sure, Charlie; Dee-Dee, what can you tell me about your father, please?”

“Hmm,” Dee-Dee looked troubled. “Oh well, it’s too late to worry about hiding the truth now. The fact is that he was a brute and a bully, and I think he sent our mother to an early grave; not only that, he never understood the needs of children. Harsh is an understatement—Donny was the only one who was ever able to stand up to him, and being the youngest, I was relatively unaffected. But Carole came in for all the punishment and she was often thrashed savagely with his belt for silly little mishaps. He never attempted anything sexual but he seemed to live by a rule that said that mistakes will not be tolerated and you must get punished hard to make you realise the error of your ways. Not that it ever worked, and I think that may have been the reason she jumped at the chance to get pregnant by Denzel. It was more to get away from our father than any genuine love for her husband.”

“I see,” I speculated. “It seems as if that message has been buried inside her and this partial meltdown has triggered a whole bunch of negative stuff associated with her father. Now it will depend on what way Carole goes, but I for one will do everything in my power to help her through this.”

Dee-Dee and Charlie were enthusiastically supportive in their responses, but we had to wait for Carole to see how she was faring this morning. We didn’t have to wait long before she appeared. Carole entered the room with her hair in a ponytail, wearing only jeans and a tee shirt and, I suspected, no underwear as her erect nipples were showing clearly through the tee. Her face was pale and set, and she walked over to me and immediately dropped to the ground and kissed my feet.

“Master,” she intoned in a tight voice suggesting she was only just keeping herself under control. “Please, master, I need you to punish me. I have done a very bad thing and I need to be disciplined.”

I was a little surprised that she should be so public; Dee-Dee and Charlie were clearly astonished.

“Carole, are you sure you know what you’re asking? We have forgiven you for what happened, why do you want to take this further?” I asked gently, knowing what her answer would be.

“Oh master, I know you have all forgiven me and I am eternally grateful, even though I don’t deserve your forgiveness. But I can’t forgive myself without being punished for my sins.”

I wasn’t surprised at this. “Very well, go straight to the bedroom, remove all your clothing, sit in the upright wooden chair and wait for me there while I decide on your punishment.”

“Yes master,” she said and getting to her feet, left the room.

Charlie and Dee-Dee looked worried. “Jesse, what are you going to do?” Charlie queried.

“Just exactly what she asked. I’m going to punish her.”

“Yes, but how?” Charlie persisted.

“Well, it must be sufficiently rigorous that Carole understands that it is a punishment but not so hard that she will be seriously harmed.”

“I hope you know what you’re doing, Jesse,” Dee-Dee added, as I left the room feeling none too certain myself.

In the bedroom, Carole was sitting demurely on the chair, knees together and arms crossed across her chest. “Master, how am I to be punished? I so much need to eradicate the demon that has taken residence in my soul.”

I looked sharply at Carole to make sure she wasn’t playing some sort of game, but there was no suggestion of any deception in her face. “First, Carole, I want you to tell me your safe word, and I want you to promise that you will use it if the punishment becomes too much for you to take.”

“Oh master, the word is ‘turnip’ but I shall not use it. This is so important to me and I trust you with every fibre of my being. Please discipline me,” she finished with a gasp.

“Very well, slut. I am going to shackle your wrists and ankles, although first, put this towel on the seat just in case you find your punishment, well, shall we say, too stimulating.” So saying I went to my toy cupboard and fetched a pair of fur-lined cuffs which I fastened to her ankles, then to the chair legs. In doing so, I exposed her beautiful, freshly shaven pussy, looking pink, delicious and decidedly edible. I had to almost physically restrain myself—to become engaged with her pussy at this time would have quite destroyed the effect I was aiming at.

For her wrists, I produced a lightweight spreader bar with cuffs already attached. This sat behind her neck and I locked her wrists to it, which had the effect of pushing her chest forward and highlighting her equally delectable breasts. During the whole process of shackling my little pet, she had gasped and whimpered in anticipation, partly from excitement but at least equally from apprehension.

“Now, slut, you are locked into position and cannot move from the chair.”

“No, master, but what will you do with me?”

“Well slut, next I intend to bind your tits to engorge them and make them much more sensitive.”

Carole gasped and moaned, “Oh god, master, I’ve never … oh god.”

I picked up a long piece of soft cotton rope and looped an end around her chest and tied it off at the back. Then I passed the rope around her body again, then twice around her right breast. The rope then looped around her shoulders under the spreader bar and twice around her left breast, finishing with two passes around the whole of her breast, again looping up around her shoulders. I had to be particularly careful that the rope was not so tight that it would completely cut off circulation, but tight enough to increase the sensitivity of her tits and nipples substantially.

During these preparations, Carole became increasingly wound-up, gasping, whimpering and jerking against her bonds. When I was finished, I bent and ran my tongue across her swollen nipples and she squealed; much more so when I bit gently into them. “Oh master, oh master, oh my god, what are you doing to me, I never realised … oh master, what will happen to me?”

I moved away from Carole briefly, going again to my toy cupboard, then back to my bound beauty.

“Well, well, slut, look what I’ve found.”

Oh god, oh god, oh god—the … the flogger,” Carole’s voice cracked and she croaked out her fears and forebodings.

“That’s right, slut, now, beg me to flog your superb super-sensitive tits.”

“Oh master, I don’t know, I’m not sure I can take this, oh master, please, please tell me what to do.”

“I’ve already told you slut, now BEG ME for your punishment,” I shouted at her.

This was the moment of reckoning. If I was right, Carole would obey me and her demon would be banished. But if she opted out via the safe word, she might never come to terms with her past. I think she realised that, and looked at me with total trust almost amounting to reverence.

“Please master, I beg you, please use the flogger on my breasts. Please hurt me and purify my soul. Please!”

I first drew the tails of the flogger slowly and lightly across her tits, making her gasp at the unexpected sensation, then with a light flick of my wrist, struck her puffy nipples. The effect was dramatic and immediate. Carole screamed and twitched as the soft suede strips struck her breasts. She writhed against the restraints and her head shook making her pony tail fly in all directions. Her screams were punctuated by loud, deep moans as the flogging continued.

I could soon see that something interesting was happening, and I stopped the flogging briefly and wiped my finger across her pussy. It was soaking wet and flowing with her juices; this treatment was creating a rising climax for Carole, and I put my finger into her mouth. She licked and sucked it voraciously.

“So, the naughty little slut is getting off on her punishment, is she?” I asked.

“Oh master, I am really sorry but I can’t control myself. I’m so surprised, but this is getting me worked up and the glorious hot sensation in my tits is transmitting itself straight to my cunt. Oh please don’t stop, give me more, master.”

I resumed the flogging but realised that it would be dangerous to continue indefinitely. Besides, the little rolling orgasms that clearly showed through her moans and gasps needed to be transmuted into one glorious, earth-shattering climax.

Carole moaned her disappointment when I stopped the flogging, but then screamed at the top of her voice when I introduced the vibrator/clit stimulator into her pussy. She jumped and bucked her butt into the air in an effort to maximise the pleasure, which was steadily building. Then for the coup de grace, I removed the vibrator, causing another moan of disappointment, but the scream returned when I got down on my knees and licked along her oozing pussy from her puckered arsehole to her throbbing clit.

I inserted first one, then two fingers into her sopping cunt while I rolled her clit with my lips, then bit gently into it. I knew then that the end was not far off. Carole’s screams turned into an almost continuous ululation, punctuated by a torrent of meaningless words until she shouted as loudly as she could, “I’m cumming, oh my god, I’m cumming.” Her scream was so loud, it hurt my ears, then she shook violently and went completely rigid as her orgasm thundered through her whole body, radiating from her cunt in a fierce flame of release.

As her scream quieted, Carole slumped forward, unconscious in the chair. I quickly released all the shackles and cut away the rope with blunt ended scissors. I picked up her limp body and placed it gently on the bed, then massaged her tits, using a soothing lotion to help restore circulation.

Carole regained consciousness and looked up at me with an expression of love, gratitude and acceptance, but as I moved to take the scrunchie from her pony tail, she said, “Please, master, not yet; I haven’t finished yet. I still have to humiliate myself in front of Dee-Dee and Charlie.”

“Oh Carole, my love, are you sure? They’ve completely forgiven you; you don’t need to put yourself through that as well.”

“Master, I don’t think you understand. I know they have forgiven me, and I am so thankful, but the problem is, I haven’t forgiven myself. For that, I must humble myself in their presence to show them and myself that I am truly ashamed of what I did.”

“Are you sure that this is what you need?” I asked cautiously.

“Yes, master, I’ve never been so certain of anything; this is all I need to complete my cleansing, although I’m not sure exactly what I need to do.”

“I see — well, I need to speak to Dee-Dee and Charlie about this and brief them about what to expect. In my absence, go to the toy cupboard, put on your knee pads, get out the collar and chain and find the vibrating butt plug with the tail attached.”

“Oh god, yes, master, that will be perfect. Oh please master, I beg you, let me do it that way.”

“Mmm, yes, bitch, some begging will certainly be required,” and with that I left the room to find the others. I explained to Dee-Dee and Charlie what was about to happen in general terms.

“Look, guys, you may find this quite bizarre and very uncomfortable—not in a physical sense but in the sense of being able to accept that this is what Carole needs to do. Please let this play out as she needs it to happen and don’t try to prevent it. That might spoil the whole outcome.”

“Okay, Jesse—you seem to know what you’re doing.” Charlie seemed rather uncertain, and Dee-Dee just sat with a worried expression on her face.

I returned to the bedroom where Carole had already put on the kneepads, fastened the collar round her neck and attached the chain. “Master, I’m sorry, but I couldn’t fit the butt plug.”

“Never mind, bitch, it will be my pleasure to slide it into your beautiful arse.” And so saying, I lubricated the plug generously and stroked her smooth, velvety cheeks. Then, pushing them apart, I rotated the plug slowly and made it disappear into Carole’s arsehole.

When I turned on the vibrator, she screamed quietly and sobbed with excitement at the sensation. “Oh master, thank you that feels so good. Now I must humble myself before Dee-Dee and Charlie.”

“Yes. I shall refer to you as ‘bitch’. You may not speak, except to say to Charlie, ‘Mistress, please forgive this miserable bitch. I am totally ashamed and I beg your forgiveness for what I did to you.’ When you do so, you are to sit back with your butt resting on your legs and hold your arms out parallel to the ground as if you are a dog, begging. When you have done that to Charlie, you must then move in front of Dee-Dee and do the same for her. Do you understand?”

“Oh yes, master, I understand and I want to thank you for being so generous and allowing me to do this.”

“Hmm, very well, bitch, now come this way,” and I led Carole on her hands and knees into the lounge.

Both Dee-Dee and Charlie gasped in horror and/or dismay as we entered, but Carole moved straight to Charlie, sat up and repeated her plea exactly as I had told her. Charlie’s face was tight and only just under control, but she said to Carole, “Of course I forgive you, you lovely puppy,” and so saying, she stroked Carole’s hair and ran her fingers gently behind her ears.

Carole’s next action astonished me as well as Charlie, for she took Charlie’s hands into hers and licked them, one by one, looking deep into Charlie’s eyes with an expression of humility and gratitude. Charlie turned away to hide her tears.

Carole then moved to Dee-Dee and repeated the formula. Dee-Dee burst into tears and could barely gasp out her forgiveness, but Carole’s response was even more surprising. She bent to the floor and licked Dee-Dee’s bare feet, then looked lovingly into her eyes and kissed the tears as they flowed down Dee-Dee’s face.

Carole then turned and looked at me, and we left the lounge, returning to the bedroom. Rather unexpectedly, Carole herself took the scrunchie off her hair and removed the collar and chain and the butt plug.

“I know a good little bitch is never supposed to do that, but … Jesse, I’m FREE—the demon has gone and I’m whole again.”

Here I jumped in both physically and verbally. I held her in my arms and said, “Carole, my beautiful Carole, my lovely mother, lover, mistress and everything else. I love you so much and I’m so grateful that you’ve come through this ordeal.”

She looked at me with a warm and enticing smile on her face. “Just you wait, big boy; I’m going to make it the biggest project of my life to show you just how grateful I am.”

“Mmm, I can hardly wait — but first we’d better have a chat with the others—I think they may be a bit confused.”

“Okay, honey,” she said, “you start the conversation and I’ll be out shortly when I’ve fixed my face—you know how it is with us girls!”

I wandered into the lounge and was promptly set upon by Charlie and Dee-Dee. “Jesse, how could you.” Dee-Dee was first into the attack. “Poor Carole, making her perform like that. I felt so sorry for her.” Charlie wasn’t far behind. “Jesse, that was unforgiveable. I don’t know how you were able to force Carole to do those things but you ought to be ashamed of yourself.”

This diatribe went of for some time, getting progressively more heated, when they were stopped by a voice from the doorway. Carole had “fixed her face” and was dressed in skin tight jeans and an undersized tee shirt which clearly showed her proud nipples. She was wearing four inch sling back heels and she sashayed slowly across to the chair in which I was sitting.

“Shall I show you girls just exactly what I think of Jesse and what he did to me?”

“Yes, that would be a VERY good idea,” Dee-Dee and Charlie chorused almost simultaneously.

Carole looked at me and grinned, then sat on my lap and ground her body into me trying to get as close as she possibly could. Then she took my head in her hands and kissed me in a way I had never been kissed before. She swept her tongue under mine and then seemed to try to perform a tonsillectomy with her tongue. Our lips stroked each other’s with a sensuous persistence that was almost better than sex (almost!) and our mouths seemed to be welded together in a soft, warm, sweet union. All the time, Carole cooed, purred and made meaningless, breathy sounds of passion and lust.

Eventually, we broke, gasping. As we did so, I heard Dee-Dee say to Charlie, “I think we may have got this wrong.”

Carole laughed. “Guys, it was never a question of what Jesse did TO me, but one of what he did FOR me. If you want to get some idea of how I feel about all this, take what you have just seen and multiply it by ten. You may then just catch a glimpse of the foothills of how I really feel about this big ape.”

She continued, “Now if you will excuse us for a short while, there is something I want to say to Jesse in private.” Carole grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the chair then led me out of the room, turning to wink at Dee-Dee and Charlie as she did so.

We went straight to the bedroom where she threw off her clothes in double quick time, then pushed me onto the bed and pulled off first my shoes and socks, then my shirt and jeans, leaving only my boxers. All this in silence

Carole looked at me with an expression so hot that it should have burned holes through me. When she did speak, she was brief and to the point. “I am going to suck your cock like it’s never been sucked before. In fact, I aim to suck your balls through your cock like sucking a golf ball through a hosepipe. This is just a start, now let’s get rid of those silly boxers,” and so saying, she ripped my boxers off and threw them onto the floor.

By now, I was very hard and my cock was starting to throb. “Mmm, somebody likes the idea of his mummy sucking his cock.” With that, Carole slid up the bed, pushing my legs apart, and started to use her tongue on the soft, sensitive skin at the inside of my legs, just below my balls. This had a very positive effect on the rigidity index of my cock, which was greatly increased again when she lapped round my balls, covering them with her saliva.

Then she went to work on my cock, licking slowly up the sides and concentrating on the soft, sensitive skin on the underside below the helmet. I could only groan and gasp at the delicious sensations she was creating, and I grabbed her head to hold her mouth close to me. Carole shook her head, just saying, “Later, my love,” and returned to completely bathe my cock with her warm, succulent mouth. Then she slid my cock slowly into her mouth, working over it with her tongue as she did so, and took it completely into her throat in a slow motion deep throat. I could feel her throat muscles working along my cock in an almost indescribable tight embrace that sent my lust fuelled nerve endings into overdrive.

Carole moved away slightly to breathe more easily and I trickled my fingers into her ears, making her giggle. “Enjoying yourself, you dissolute sex fiend, forcing your mummy to do these depraved things to you?”

“Yes, my own gorgeous nympho, I am somewhere close to the gates of heaven. Now get your sweet lips back onto my cock or I’ll die of frustration.”

Carole allowed her laughter to disappear into a deep sexy gurgle as she again deep throated me, working the whole of her throat, her mouth and her tongue over my by now super-sensitive cock.

“Oh god, Carole, this is so beautiful … please don’t stop … give me more … take everything I’ve got down that sweet throat … suck me suck me suck me … oh fuckfuckfuckfuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming you glorious slut,” I screamed as by balls drew up tight and a shattering orgasm raced through my whole body and blasted up my cock into Carole’s warm waiting mouth. She held just the helmet in her soft welcoming mouth while I emptied everything I had into it. She swallowed, making soft “mmm mmm’s” of approval until I was completely empty and my cock started to shrink in exhaustion.

“Carole, my dear, sweet Carole, that was beyond fantastic, beyond humungous; beyond words, even.”

Carole growled deep in her throat. “Then shut up and kiss me,” which I did, long and hot and wet and sweet in a blissfully shared exploration of each other’s mouths, tasting the remains of my seed on her tongue as I did so.

Carole leaned up on one elbow and grinned at me. “There you go,” she laughed, producing a golf ball that she must’ve secreted under her pillow.

“Mmm yes, that’s just how it feels, but I wouldn’t want it any other way!” I whispered. “I love you so much, honey, and I’m so glad you’re back to your normal self again.”

We dressed and ambled out into the lounge. Dee-Dee looked up and saw the broad smile on Carole’s face. “You look like the cat that got the cream,” she commented.

Carole nearly choked laughing. “Well, yes, I guess you could say that’s exactly what happened,” at which Dee-Dee blushed a bright red

“Yeah, and cornered the market in cream futures,” I added.

This led to a series of highly questionable comments before everybody broke up laughing.

After all the stresses and excitements of the day, we all opted for an early night, and Carole and I were soon sound asleep. Only for a short while, however, because a few hours later, I was woken by the wholly delightful sensation of soft hands stroking across my back, chest and stomach.

“Wurgl! yermf! what the hell time is this,” I mumbled as I woke.

“It’s three o’clock, my love, and I need you to fuck me. Please, Jesse my darling it’s been so long and I so need to feel your beautiful cock buried deep inside me, flooding me with your rich cream. I just can’t wait, I need you inside me right now.”

I hesitated, more from still being half asleep than any objection to Carole’s demands. Not the right move; “Do me now, you motherfucker,” she growled, and leaning over, she kissed me fiercely, biting my lower lip and drawing blood.

“Ouch, Vampira, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Getting your full attention, lover boy.” Her hand moved to my cock and she stroked it firmly. “Yes, the equipment is locked and loaded,” she giggled, but I needed revenge and bent to kiss her breast, biting underneath her right tit with enough suction to mark her.

“Okay, you dangerous woman, now you’ll have a nice matching hickey to go with my bruised lip.”

“That’s enough foreplay, so how do you want me, stud?” she demanded.

“This time, I think, on your back and hold your ankles round your ears so I can get a good look at the target.”

“Mmm, sounds good,” Carole cooed, and she grabbed her ankles and pulled them up, spreading her legs and revealing her beautiful shaved pussy already glistening with her dew.

I moved down intending to lick her pussy to get her even more worked up, but Carole forestalled me.

“Cock not tongue, buster. I need that big hunk of meat in me so far that I can feel it in my throat. Now, get to work.”

How could any red-blooded male resist such a demand? I moved into position and slid my throbbing cock smoothly into her hot, drooling cunt as far as it would go, with my balls resting against her arse.

“Oh god, yes, Jesse, that feels so good. I’ve felt so empty for days and your cock is perfect for filling me when I most need it. I love you, my darling man and right now, I lust for you so much. I don’t think I’m going to last very long and …”

Carole screamed as I started fucking her hard and fast, intense thrusts, powering in and out of her sopping pussy. This started her wailing for more, please god, more. I changed pace to longer, slower strokes, powering deep and feeling the muscles around her velvety sheath working against my excited prick.

Carole was now moaning continuously as her climax started to build. She called my name, begging me to fuck her and never stop, and my cock could sense her little preliminary orgasms as she clung to me and dug her nails into my back, a beautiful and exciting pain.

I gasped as my orgasm also started to build. “Oh Carole, you beautiful slut, get ready for the flood. I’m going to fill you to overflowing with my cum. Mmm, aargh, oh yesyesyes, fuckfuckfuck, I’m nearly there.”

By this time, Carole was in the same state. She shook and thrashed about underneath me mewling and shouting unintelligibly. Then she called out, “Jesse, oh Jesse, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, YES.” Her cunt clamped down on me as my cock grew even larger and my orgasm exploded through my whole body, my cum screaming up my cock to fill Carole’s waiting cavern.

We both collapsed with exhaustion, and I rolled sideways, dragging my shrinking cock out with a slight “pop”.

“Oh, he’s gone,” Carole complained, but I rolled over and kissed her.

“Don’t worry, gorgeous, plenty more where that came from,” and I heard her chuckle sleepily.

“I think what we both need now is sleep,” I suggested, but was greeted with soft sizzling sounds showing that she had already taken my advice.

I slept in the following morning, but eventually made my way to the kitchen where Carole, Dee-Dee and Charlie were gossiping. Carole looked mildly embarrassed and the others had obviously been laughing.

“Oho,” I said, looking at Carole. “Kiss and tell, hey?”

“Almost literally,” laughed Charlie. “Carole has been showing us her battle scar!”

“I see. Did Vampira also tell you what she did to me?” I said, sticking out my lower lip to show the bruise. This was greeted with more laughter and absolutely no sympathy, so I let the matter drop.

After that little interplay, the atmosphere changed completely, and Dee-Dee and Charlie looked embarrassed, defensive and extremely worried.

“Okay, guys, what’s the problem?” I asked, and they hedged, clearly having something to say but unwilling to say it.

“Look, you know you can say anything at all to us and we’re not going to get uptight about it. Trust us and whatever it is, we’ll work something out,” Carole was supportive and persuasive.

Eventually Dee-Dee breathed a huge sigh and burst out, “Charlie and I need to move out. I know that sounds so ungrateful after all you’ve done for us, and we don’t want to hurt you or make you hate us, but …”

“First of all, Dee-Dee, we will never, could never hate you,” I broke in, “I think I might understand why this is. You both feel you need space. Living together in one room can be quite claustrophobic; I know you’ve got the run of the house, but it’s not really enough, is it?”

“Yes, Jesse, that’s just it,” Charlie agreed. “With Dee-Dee determined to have a baby whenever, we need more space. And I can’t help feel that I’m pretty useless here — I help Dee-Dee, but I need my own career, and I can best do that from a proper home base.”

“Charlie,” Carole asked, “what sort of work did you do at the radio station?”

“Oh all sorts, but mainly promotions, marketing, advertising, that sort of thing, which I really enjoyed,” she responded.

“Dee-Dee,” my turn now, “do you just need more space, or are you looking for something more challenging than being our housekeeper?”

“Oh no, Jesse, I’m so happy here — if it was humanly possible, I’d like to stay on, but I don’t see how we can arrange that.”

“Hmm, I see,” I reflected, looking at Carole and noted a gleam in her eyes. “Do you have any immediate plans to move out, or do we have some time?”

Charlie took over as spokesman, “No, certainly not until we’ve found a suitable housekeeper and we can find the right place at the right price.”

“Okay, I get the picture. Would you and Dee-Dee mind if Carole and I had a brief private chat?”

Charlie shook her head and Carole and I retired to her office. “Do you want to go first, or shall I?” I asked.

“Well,” said Carole, “my business is in difficulties, not because of the technical side, I can handle that without trouble. However, I’m not too good at marketing and promotion. It occurred to me that, if Charlie and I can smooth over any personal issues we may have, I could offer her a job handling that side of my business, at a decent sort of salary.”

“Brilliant,” I enthused, “and for a sweetener, why not offer to pay her expenses if she wants to go to university or technical college to upgrade her theoretical skills? In fact, I’d be happy to pay that out of grandmother’s money.”

“Thanks, honey, we can talk about the source of the money later, but the idea’s a good one,” Carole commented. “Now what’s your idea?”

“Well, maybe we can kill two birds with one stone. You’ve been a bit on edge about how I’m going to use grandmother’s money,” Carole started to interject, but I continued, “don’t let’s argue about it now, because I reckon we could spend a good chunk of it by building on to the house. The area on the western side is pretty rubbishy — I reckon we could build a decent sized three bedroom place right next door. Completely self-contained but with a covered walkway between that and the existing house. Dee-Dee and Charlie could have a lifetime interest for a peppercorn rent, they would have space for a family and could be completely private. Dee-Dee could then keep on housekeeping, and Charlie and you would be close-by to keep the business bubbling along. What do you say?”

Carole stared at me in wonderment, then burst out in a shriek of delight. “Jesse, that is a marvellous, superb idea. As a sweetener in this case, we could give them pretty much carte blanche on the design and fit-out so that they can be comfortable with their own choices.”

“Yes, and we’ll find a hungry young architect who’s prepared to work with them quickly and effectively to get the project off the ground as soon as possible,” I enthused.

Carole threw her arms round me and we kissed deeply and passionately before returning to the kitchen to reveal our plans to Dee-Dee and Charlie. They were ecstatic when we told them. Dee-Dee burst into tears, but Charlie looked long and hard at Carole, saying, “You’d really do that for me? After what happened the other night?”

Carole dealt with that quickly by giving Charlie a big hug and saying, “Charlie, that was mostly my fault. I should’ve realised that I am straight, and my episode with Dee-Dee was a result of Jesse playing games. Even though it was fun at the time, I doubt whether I’ll ever repeat it. The job’s yours if you want it, and if you feel able to work with me.” Charlie crowed with glee and wanted to start there and then.

I looked at Dee-Dee who had now dried her tears. “A place of your own now, auntie, with your lover and a baby soon. Sounds pretty good to me,” I smiled.

“We can’t thank you guys enough for all you’ve done and are doing. I just don’t have the words …”

It was my turn to give Dee-Dee a big hug. “Don’t try, Dee-Dee—you’re family, we love you and we want to keep the family together.”

Dee-Dee favoured me with a beaming smile and I asked her for a quick chat. “Dee-Dee, as you know, it’s Carole’s 39th birthday in three weeks time. She’s had a rough time over the past couple of years and apart from anything else, I’d like to take her out to dinner and dancing at the Metropole, then spend the night there. Can I rely on you to firstly keep your mouth shut about this, and secondly, help me if I need any feminine support?”

Dee-Dee’s smile beamed even brighter. “The Metropole, hey? That’s where you first seduced my poor sister, isn’t it — returning to the scene of the crime?”

“You know the story perfectly well, you stirrer,” I laughed and she punched me gently on the arm.

“Of course I’ll help in any way I can, Jesse. My lips are sealed.” Dee-Dee imitated a zip being pulled across her mouth, then went off in search of Charlie.

I had invited Carole to dinner on the Saturday before her birthday, which was on the following day. She accepted with great excitement and she went into detailed consultations with Dee Dee and Charlie about what to wear, accompanied by much giggling and immediate silences whenever I appeared.

On Saturday evening, after I had struggled into my tux, I was waiting in the lounge when Dee-Dee entered smiling. “Mr Mason,” she intoned with great formality, “may I present to you your escort for this evening, Ms Carole McIntyre.”

It would hardly be true to say that Carole walked into the room, more that she floated in. She was wearing a dress of some silky clinging material in a rich burgundy colour that reflected the highlights in her hair. The dress was cut to reveal a mouth-watering cleavage, supported by a bra that was cleverly designed to maximise the impact of her gorgeous breasts without revealing everything at first glance. The hemline was cut an inch or two above her knees, not hugely revealing while she stood, but obviously offering more exciting vistas when she sat. Carole also wore smoky seamed stockings and three-inch patent shoes; her hair had obviously been brushed until it glowed, and was swept down over one shoulder. Her makeup was a fraction more than usual, and her fingers were tipped blood red. She completed the effect with an electric blue stole that shimmered around her milky shoulders.

I was speechless for a while, but eventually croaked out, “My god, Carole you look stunningly beautiful. Whoo hoo—I don’t understand how I am able to keep my hands off you. I shall try to behave like a gentleman because being with you is such a turn-on, and I shall take a great deal of pleasure in seeing every other guy faint from the sight of your beauty.”

Carole looked at me with smoky, seductive eyes and murmured, “Jesse, honey, this is all for you. I am going to enjoy myself this evening, and I’m gonna make certain that you do too.” She kissed me lightly on the lips as Charlie announced that the limo had arrived to carry us off. She and Dee-Dee applauded as we left the house.

The journey was soon over, and as we entered the hotel, it was obvious that Carole was the centre of many admiring glances. “You do realise that you’ve already been stripped and raped six times, don’t you,” I whispered, but Carole just giggled quietly.

“Five of those times were by me,” I continued, and she punched my gently on the arm, continuing to laugh.

We were seated at a quiet corner table and enjoyed a first class meal and some high quality wine. As the orchestra started up, I invited Carole to dance, and she immediately accepted.

There was something quite enchanting in the sensation of holding this beautiful, elegant woman in my arms. She moulded her body to mine and I thrilled in the feeling of her swaying and shimmering against me. The automatic response from my cock didn’t go unnoticed; Carole deliberately pressed herself against me, smiling seductively as she did so, allowing the swing and sway of her body to the rhythm of the music to stimulate me even more.

“You know, Carole, you are an extraordinarily dangerous woman,” I whispered into her ear.

“Am I?” she tried to sound naïve but couldn’t keep the laughter out of her voice.

“If you keep using your body on me like this, I will collapse in a quivering heap on the floor, begging for release.” I continued.

“Oh goody, another scalp for my collection,” she laughed and I spun her in a pirouette as the music reached its climax. In reply, Carole threw her arms round my neck and rewarded me with a luscious, mouth-watering kiss.

Throughout all our dances, her eyes were sparkling and she was unmistakably enjoying herself to the absolute maximum. That communicated itself to me, and I gained an enormous satisfaction both from Carole’s enjoyment and from my own sense of wonderment at the presence of this lovely woman so willingly in my arms.

During the “last waltz”, Carole simply snuggled her head onto my chest, and we hardly moved at all, simply holding each other close and allowing the music to soak into us.

Eventually, Carole picked up her wrap and we moved towards the entrance. Half way there, I changed direction. “Jesse, this isn’t the way out,” Carole queried, but I said nothing and guided her to the lift, pushing the button for the sixth floor.

Carole looked deep into my eyes and simply said, “Suite 23?” and I nodded.

“I see,” she smiled. “If I am an extraordinarily dangerous woman, you are a very naughty young man. I expect you will try to take advantage of me?”

“Of course,” I leered. “I shall force you to obey my every whim and fancy, and if I have to, I shall kiss you into submission.”

Carole laughed as we reached the 6th floor, then I opened the door of suite 23 and as soon as we were inside I spun her into my arms and kissed her deeply. Carole replied with just as much vitality and enthusiasm.

We went into the lounge and I opened the fridge, taking out the champagne I had ordered, opening it and pouring two glasses. “As it’s now after midnight, happy birthday, darling,” I toasted her.

Carole smiled but said nothing, then finished her glass and sat on my lap, nuzzling into my neck. I could only just hear her reply, “Thank you so much, Jesse. I am so happy, and I owe it all to you.”

I started to disagree, but she stopped me with a kiss. “No, honey, I know how I was and what a difference you’ve made in my life. Now don’t argue with your mummy!” and so saying she bit my ear lobe and giggled.

“I can see I may have to take stern measures with you, you minx,” I laughed, but Carole was several steps ahead of me.

“Well, are you just going to sit there all night chattering, or are you going to do something about, with or to me?”

“All three,” I continued the banter. “First, though, strip for me—nice and slow.”

“Mmm—but I need some help. Come here and undo my zip.”

I was out of the chair in a flash, and slowly lowered the zip on her dress. As I finished, I squeezed the cheeks of her arse, causing Carole to give a little gasp. She shimmied out of her dress, revealing a matching thong, finely sculpted bra, and her stay-ups.

“Like what you see, big boy,” she purred then slowly unclipped her bra, leaving it hanging from her shoulders. Then she looked at me with a sultry expression and said, “You want to see what’s underneath, you’ll have to finish the job.”

I moved quickly to her, and flicked the bra away, exposing her perfectly shaped breasts with large aureoles and nipples that were already hard with excitement. I bent and took first one, then the other nipple into my mouth, each time rolling and sucking them, and finishing by giving each a firm but quite gentle nip with my teeth.

Carole’s breathing became ragged and fast. “Ooh Jesse, that’s so nice. You know how much I love it when you play with my tits; they have a direct line of communication to my pussy and I’m starting to get wet already.”

“Oh dear,” I said with mock concern. “You’d better get rid of the thong, or it will get all damp and sticky!”

Still with the sultry, enticing look on her face, she replied, “I dare you. I dare you to take it off using only your teeth.”

Never being one to resist that sort of dare, I got down on my knees in front of her and eased my tongue under the edge of the thong, making sure it moved close to her pussy.

“Hey, that wasn’t part of the deal, you cheat,” Carole laughed.

“Silence, wench, this is sensitive stuff, and sometimes my tongue may slip out of control.”

Carole growled deep in her throat as I fastened my teeth on the scrap of material that had pretended to protect her pussy, and slid it down her legs. The aroma was almost overpowering — the scent of this highly aroused woman was a powerful aphrodisiac.

It was my turn to growl now, in appreciation of this beautiful woman standing before me wearing only stockings, heels and a look on her face that said more clearly than any words, “Here I am, now come and take me and do mind-blowing things to me.”

We stood within inches of each other, gazing deep into each other’s eyes before I reached out and ran my hands across Carole’s shoulders, down her arms and over the smooth intoxicating swell of her butt. Her skin was like warm silk, rippling and moving with the play of her muscles as I stroked and teased her. She shivered and linked her arms round my neck, giving me access to her beautiful tits with their areolas now deeply crinkled and her nipples rock hard. Moving slightly to one side, I swept a hand down around her breast cupping it, then shifting my hand up and pinching the nipple hard. Carole gasped and sighed, and did so again when I gave her other breast the same attention.

All this time, we had not spoken but communicated by looks and potent, arousing touches. This continued when I took Carole’s head in my hands and kissed her deeply and with long drawn-out desire. Her mouth opened and we kissed and nibbled at each other’s lips, with our tongues duelling in a wet, erotic dance

We broke at last, and I told Carole in a rasping voice, choked with lust, “Stay just where you are, and don’t move.”

She looked at me with a “naughty girl” half-smile, and replied demurely, “Yes, sir.”

I went into the bedroom, turned back and pulled down the covers, then returned to the lounge and swept Carole up in my arms causing her to squeal in surprise. I quickly carried her to the bed and deposited her in the middle of the spotless sheets.

She squirmed, her body undulating, and she reached her arms out to me. “I want you, Jesse, right now. I need you inside me, filling me with your beautiful cock. Please come and love me, my darling boy.”

How could I refuse — I lay beside her and whispered in her ear, “I want you to ride me so that I can play with your beautiful tits and watch as you cum. First, though, I want to make sure that the pump is primed.” So saying, I ran a finger across her sopping pussy, collecting her leaking juices, and put my finger to her lips. She sucked her juice from my finger urgently, humming as she did so.

“I must make sure,” I teased and sliding down, licked her open slit from her puckered arse to her clit, now standing proud from its sheath. I rolled her little nubbin with my tongue and Carole squealed and bucked, gasping with pleasure and anticipation.

Moving up again, I slapped her twice on the side of each cheek of her arse, eliciting more squeals. Then I demanded, “Now, my beautiful slut, impale yourself on my burning cock.”

Carole moaned, then swung one leg over me and positioned her dripping pussy over my rigid rod. Almost unbelievably slowly, she lowered herself onto me, her velvety sleeve gripping the whole of my cock. She moved forward, leaning on her hands and lowering her breasts until they touched my chest with unbearable lightness. Her hair flowed over our faces, closing us into a supremely intimate world of our own.

She began sliding herself up and down my cock and then raised herself to balance her body on her hands. Her tits swayed in front of me, offering an irresistible invitation to kiss, lick and bite them. Carole gasped and moaned with pleasure as I stroked my tongue around her areolas then nibbled at the nipples, moving from one to the other and causing her to tremble and whimper. “Oh god, yes, darling, please, please don’t stop. You know how much I love you to bite my nipples.” I did so, and Carole responded with a sharp intake of breath and a cry of pleasure, then pushed down hard around my rigid cock, forcing me into the depth of her steaming cunt and with our pubic bones grinding together.

She was gasping, moaning and driving herself up and down my cock, getting faster as she went. I pulled her head down and crushed her lips against mine. Our kiss was a firestorm of passion and we melted into one another, working our lips and tongues feverishly as our mutual orgasms came closer. At the same time, Carole clung to me, digging her nails deeply into my shoulders.

As Carole pushed down on me, I countered by pushing up to meet her in a reciprocal aching blaze of sexual hunger. Her eyes were closed; she bit her lip and threw her head back. Her body arched backwards making her breasts rise proudly from her body. I thrust upwards into her silken, trembling sex as she continued to ride me harder and more hungrily. We both moaned as the excitement and tension grew. I first pulled at her hard, erect nipples, causing her to gasp and squeal, then my hands moved down to her bottom and I squeezed her cheeks hard, pulling her down onto me as she continued to rotate her hips.

We looked into each other’s eyes as she continued sliding up and down on my cock. Her moans were a counterpoint to mine and she leaned forward, bracing her hands on my shoulders, thrusting herself fast and hard on my cock which was being thoroughly massaged by her sleek and silky cunt muscles.

Carole’s body started to shudder and she was near to the point of no return. “Oh Jesse, Jesse, oh god, fuck me until I can take no more then fuck me again. Fill me with your cum like I’m going to drown your cock inside me. Oh Jesse, my love, fill me, do me, screw me, fuck me, yes … yes … yes … YES.”

Carole shook like a tree in a gale and her screams were enough to send me over the edge. “Yes, you beautiful slut, you gorgeous bitch, I’m going to flood you with my cum. Oh god, you are so beautiful, I can’t … I don’t know … oh Carole, I’m cumming, cumming, NOW.” With those words, my cock detonated a huge load into the depths of her cunt, careering out of control through my electrified cock.

This was enough to send Carole thundering into a sensational orgasm, gasping, screaming and finally collapsing onto me in a quivering welter of sobs and incoherent words of lust.

As the ecstasy diminished and our breathing returned to something like normal, we kissed again, this time a soft, tender pledge of love and gratitude as well as a shared wonder that our lovemaking could be so beautiful and so fulfilling.

Carole looked at me and smiled a sleepy smile. “Oh god, Jesse, I love you so much, but I feel as if I’ve been turned inside out and had all my bones stripped away. I feel like a jelly would feel if a jelly could feel. Would you feel really offended if I go to sleep?”

“Of course not, sweetheart — I feel a bit the same way, although in my case, I feel as if I’ve been put through a press and turned into pulp. I love you too, and nothing right now could make me love you more. Turn onto your side and let me spoon into you, so the last thing I feel before I go to sleep will be your gorgeous body pressed close to mine.”

I heard Carole giggle softly as she turned, and we were both fast asleep very quickly.

We were both woken next morning by a knocking on the door announcing breakfast. I threw on a shave coat and brought in the meal.

“Happy birthday, my love,” I smiled, and after thanking me, Carole suggested that we should share breakfast in bed, and we fed each other, laughed and made all sorts of improbable suggestions about what we could do for the rest of the day.

After the meal, Carole got out of bed, gloriously naked. “I’m going to have a shower in this lovely big bathroom, and if you would like your hair washed, I’d be happy to do it,” she teased with a wicked twinkle in her eyes. I jumped out of bed, and raced after her, catching her a satisfying smack across her bare butt, being rewarded with a squeal and a quick kiss.

We soon lathered up, and I ran my soap-laden hands all over her body, generating purrs and gasps of pleasure. Carole washed my hair, getting sufficiently close to rub her tits over my chest, and I reciprocated by shampooing her soft thick hair, then washing it out with the hand shower which I turned, ‘by mistake’ I claimed, into her pussy, making her groan with delight.

Carole then surprised me by asking, “Jesse, honey, would you be prepared to give me a special birthday treat?”

“Depends what it is, gorgeous.” I replied.

She put her mouth close to my ear almost as if someone else was listening and whispered, “Fuck my arse!”

This alone almost made me cum, but I maintained sufficient self-control to ask, “Are you sure, sweetie — I don’t want to hurt you?”

“Yes, Jesse, I’ve never forgotten that first time, it was so unexpected and so incredibly exciting that I want some more.”

For some reason, anal had not been a regular part of our lovemaking, and I was also excited at the thought of filling her sexy arse. “Okay, lovely lady, I’ll be gentle—to start with, anyway,” I laughed.

With warm water still flowing over us, I soaped up and gently stroked in between Carole’s arse cheeks, sliding over her crinkled rosebud. She sighed and held onto me, then gasped as I eased a finger inside her, up to the second knuckle. She whimpered as I withdrew, but then squealed in delight as I went down on my knees and worked my tongue up into her anus.

“Ooh yes, Jesse, so good. I love the squishy feel of your tongue right there. Mmm, don’t stop — it’ so naughty but so nice.”

“Meanie,” she complained when I withdrew and stood up.

“Now let’s see how well we can fit something else in there,” I replied. “Hold onto the rail, bend forward and spread your legs as far as is comfortable.”

Carole hurried to obey, and I first stroked my fingers across her nether hole, then inserted first one finger as far as it would go and moved it around to start the loosening up process. Carole hummed with pleasure and anticipation. I inserted a second finger to further relax her sphincter.

Withdrawing again, I soaped up her hole and my cock, getting both very slippery. “Are you ready, you depraved slut?” I demanded as Carole giggled.

“Yes, yes, oh god don’t make me wait,” she pleaded, and I eased my now rampant cock into her tight opening. At first there was some resistance from her sphincter muscle, but Carole quickly relaxed, allowing my cock to slide into her back passage. She murmured and gasped with satisfaction as I worked in and out, slowly at first but gradually gathering pace as I sensed her opening up and starting to push back. Soon, Carole was fucking herself on my cock, her excitement growing in cries of delight and demands for me to “fuck my arse you big stud,” and “do me good, I love this,” and fill my rectum with your hot cum, lover,” and more erotic demands.

Carole’s climax was starting to rise and I decided to give it a helping hand — literally. I reached round and started stroking across her slit, now wet both from the shower and from her own juices. She screamed as I found her engorged clit and rolled it between my fingers, pinching it as I did so.

“Oh god, oh fuckfuckfuck I’m so near to cumming you motherfucker, don’t you dare stop.”

Using Carole’s soft, smooth arse and hearing her delighted responses had been taking me ever closer to my own climax. I could feel the cum starting to boil in my balls and the little electric shocks starting in my cock.

“Me too, you beautiful slut. I’m going to cum in you so hard. I’m going to fill you to overflowing. I’m going to make you scream with delight. I’m going to … oh my god, I’m there, I’m there, get ready for it; here comes my whole load,” I howled at last.

This, combined with my continued assault on both her anus and her clit were enough to send Carole over the edge, and as I had a major, roaring orgasm, she achieved the same result. Her screams rose in a crescendo and she shook violently, coming close to dislodging me. Her body locked up tight, including the muscles of her arse which held me in a vice-like grip. After what seemed like an eternity, probably ten seconds at the most, Carole gave a deep moan and relaxed completely, almost slipping to the floor. I held her tight around the waist and we both slowly subsided to the floor of the shower letting the water flow over us, washing away the tension but leaving a deep and beautiful feeling of joy and release.

We dried off, and dried each other off with much patting, stroking, laughing, kissing and general fooling around. I dressed quickly, but Carole looked at me, saying, “Shit, what am I going to wear? I can’t really get dressed up in my glad rags again.”

“Ah, well, you see, this is where my co-conspirators came in,” I laughed and handed her a neatly packed case with a sensible skirt and blouse, undies, pantyhose and shoes.

“Oho, so Dee-Dee and Charlie were in on your little plot to kidnap me and hold me here overnight, were they?” Carole also laughed. “I see they’ve stuck to ‘sensible’ rather than ‘outlandish’ and I’m very grateful.”

I sat on the bed, again watching Carole dress, with a broad smirk on my face. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?” she pretended severity, but the sparkle in her eyes gave the game away. “You’ve got this kinky thing about watching me dress.”

“Guilty as charged,” I grinned. “Now are you going to do the business and let me get my jollies or are we going to stay here all day?”

Carole tossed her head in the air in an attempt at scorn, but she dressed slowly and sensually, something I always found most captivating.

“Okay, Jesse, let’s go get a taxi,” Carole said and started for the door.

I took a deep breath and asked her to come and sit on the bed next to me. Carole looked a bit puzzled, but did as I asked.

“Mum,” I started, although I’d got out of the habit of calling her that in our sexual interludes. “I’ve got something to ask you.” She continued to look puzzled, but nodded her head in agreement.

At that, I dropped onto one knee in front of her and said, “I know that legally, this can never happen. But if it could, my dearest love, would you marry me?”

The puzzled look turned first to astonishment, then to a blaze of elation as what I had said sank in. “Oh you silly, silly boy. Of COURSE I would, yes, yes, a million times, yes.” She immediately grabbed me by both shoulders and pulled me up, delivering a big hot wet sloppy kiss — and then burst into tears. Clearly, though, these were tears of joy. Then looking straight at me, she asked, “What’s brought this on?”

“Well, I had this thought. I love you so much, and I wanted to sort of find a way for us to swear our love to each other. I realise that we can’t do that through the normal channels, but I don’t think that matters. What does matter is that we’re willing to commit to each other, ”til death do us part’. So I thought we might go home, then take a little while to write out some vows that we could make to each other. We could find a quiet, peaceful place and in front of two people that we love and trust and who love and trust us, we could repeat those vows, pledging ourselves to each other. What do you think?”

Carole burst into tears again. “Jesse, that is the most wonderful idea I have ever heard. Yes, an absolutely unqualified YES,” she shouted, then went silent for a while. “Jesse, do you think that those two people that we love and trust and who love and trust us might be interested in doing the same thing? Then we could be witnesses for them.”

“Carole, you are a genius. We’ll ask them as soon as we get back.”

She started to rise again, but I stopped her briefly. “One other thing, my love. We’ve just agreed to love, honour and oh boy, so this needs to be sealed officially.” So saying, I pulled a blue velvet box from my pocket and taking her left hand, slid a diamond engagement ring onto the third finger. For the third time, Carole burst into tears.

“Oh dear, I am crying so much, but I’m just overwhelmed with happiness. Jesse, this is so very beautiful; thank you so much. I shall wear it always.”

“Mmm, yes, although it might be a bit tricky to wear it on your left hand in public. Certainly in the house; maybe on your right hand in public?”

Carole looked deeply into my eyes. “I only have one thing to say to you, Jesse Mason. I am deeply, helplessly, totally in love with you — I think I always have been. What you’ve just said and done has told me that you feel just the same, and I want no more than this.”

“Carole, you are truly superb; I’m under your spell, and I think I always have been. And I want no more than that.”

We grinned at each other, grabbed our bags, caught a taxi and headed for home.

Dee-Dee and Charlie were in the lounge gossiping when we arrived, and they both knew instantly that something had happened. “Okay, you two,” Dee-Dee started, “you both look as if you’ve won the lottery; what’s going on?”

“Jesse asked me to marry him, and I said ‘yes”,” Carole crowed, flashing her ring to gasps of appreciation from the others.

“You two do know that you can’t legally do that, don’t you?” Charlie was always the practical one.

“Yes,” I replied, “but I don’t think that matters too much.” I explained our wish to make a public commitment to each other in front of them as witnesses, saying, “This gives it a substantial ethical or moral element that may not be present in a formal ceremony.”

“We also thought,” I continued to Charlie, “that you and Dee-Dee might possibly be interested …”

I was cut short by a simultaneously explosive cry of “YES” from both Charlie and Dee-Dee, and we all charged together for a huge group hug.

Three weeks later, after Dee-Dee had confirmed that she was pregnant, we gathered on the shore of a quiet bay in the warm sunshine of an early evening. First Carole and I, then Dee-Dee and Charlie recited our vows to each other with some tears of joy. To formalise it a little, we each signed a printed copy of the vows to keep as a reminder of our shared love.

I sprang one last surprise on my “bride”. “Sweetheart, do you remember just before Dee-Dee came into our lives, we were planning a holiday on an island in the Barrier Reef? Well, I’ve gone and done it again; we fly out for our honeymoon in two days time.”

Carole jumped and squealed with delight, but then sobered down just a little. “What about Dee-Dee and Charlie?”

“Well,” I replied, “Dee-Dee and Charlie have agreed to hold the fort until we get back, then I’ve arranged to stake them for an identical holiday in the same place for their honeymoon.”

Whoops of joy all round greeted that announcement, and we finished the day with a toast to all of us, before we returned to something roughly approximating normality.


We have now reached a point where we should say farewell to Jesse and Carole, Dee-Dee and Charlie so that they can be allowed to live their lives without the ever present pen of the biographer peering over their shoulders. All the same, the fiction writer does have the luxury of being able to look into the future.

Dee-Dee gave birth to a healthy daughter named Jessica Carole, and three years later, she had a son, Simon Jesse. Simon was also Jesse’s son, but Dee-Dee decided that this time she’d agree to be “messed around” by a gynaecologist rather than take the risk of family tensions over another natural impregnation. The “add-on” house was completed, although not until shortly after Jessica’s birth, and Dee-Dee, Charlie and their family soon turned it into a warm and happy home.

Jesse finished his psychology degree and after an “apprenticeship” in the city, set up his own practice in an office built onto the original home. He also set up his photo studio, and gained a reputation for very discreet but very sensual glamour photography. He also converted another of the old farm sheds into a small gymnasium and eventually a heated pool and spa for the families.

Carole’s business flourished with Charlie’s marketing skills, particularly after she finished a marketing degree and they went from strength to strength.

Her hands were shaking as she put the papers down on the dining room table. She had been consoling herself that things couldn’t possibly get any worse, but they just had. They were going to lose their home. It had been a tough couple of months, and thus far she had held up under the pressure. But this news hit her like a ton of bricks.

It was bad enough that her husband was in jail, but she had held out hope that he would be able to clear himself once the case went to trial. After all, she was sure that he was innocent and the facts would ultimately free him. Then they could go back to their secure, yet indifferent personal relationship with one another. As strained and remote as their marriage had become, she still thought of him as an honest man and a good pastor.

After their daughter had died in childbirth the year after the twins were born, there had been a gulf between she and her husband Martin. Secretly, she blamed him. If he hadn’t insisted on her going with him on the church outing when she was almost at full term, it never would have happened.

If the woman from the next motel room hadn’t been there at the time, she would probably have died, as well as miscarrying what would have been their daughter. She still almost died as her husband and the woman rushed her to the local clinic in the remote desert community, unconscious and losing blood.

Jane’s thoughts returned to the problem at hand. She hadn’t counted on this. The church was going to evict them from their home of over 20 years. Even worse, the letter also said that they would be withdrawing her husband’s salary and her stipend to work with the church’s youths, leaving her penniless.

The church members had been very supportive at first. They too, didn’t believe that her husband had embezzled all those funds from the church. But as the evidence mounted and the size of the missing funds became clear, the members started to turn on their jailed pastor.

Jane’s phone had quit ringing with the supportive calls from the ladies of the church and the church office now referred all calls from the news media to her home phone number. The news cameras no longer hung out in front of the house all day, as they had in the first couple of weeks, they had moved on to the next big story. The throng of TV reporters, trucks and satellite dishes had been replaced by the snide notes left in the mailbox and the bricks that had been thrown through the windows on the front of the house.

Jane was glad, at least, that the twins were away at college and didn’t have to experience being ostracized by their friends. The boys were hundreds of miles away in Phoenix, attending college. She was also glad now that the boys and her husband had decided for them to switch schools and transfer from the local junior college.

Jane didn’t understand why they had made the sudden move, but that was something between them and their dad who made all of the decisions in the household, and it certainly seemed to have turned out for the best, in retrospect. Originally, she didn’t like the idea of them being that far away from home. Unlike their father, they were a bit on the wild side, free spirits, she liked to call them.

But what was she going to do now? Her husband Martin had always made all the decisions. He was 20 Years older than her and he had always handled all their affairs. How long would she be able to stay in the house before she was evicted? Where would she find a job? How could she afford to keep the boys in college? Their attorney had told her that the case probably wouldn’t go to trial for at least another six months, or longer. And because he was considered a flight risk, given the amount of the missing funds, they couldn’t afford to make bail.

Jane finally decided to call their attorney, Richard Saunders, and get his advice. She really didn’t want to call him, because he made her feel uncomfortable. He always looked like we was mentally undressing her and it really unsettled her since she was naturally very shy and wary of other men.

Her mind began to drift. She didn’t know much about men, she thought. Her parents had pushed her into marrying Martin when she was just barely sixteen. They were devout churchgoers and they thought the new, assistant pastor at their church would be an excellent match.

Within months of getting married Martin got his own church just sixty miles away, and the house the church provided, and then came the twin boys, just weeks later. It had been a good life, until she lost her daughter. Following the miscarriage Jane was left sterile and her life had become the same.

After that, there was a void that had never quite been filled. She put up a good front, but she had felt trapped for years, and now she might end up out on the street, completely destitute. The thought filled her with anxiety.

Thank God, she thought to herself, that her parents were no longer here to see this. The thought of them brought her back to reality and the task at hand.

Jane picked up the phone and dialed Richard’s office in LA. He should still be there, she thought, he wouldn’t be making the commute back to the Antelope Valley for at least another hour.

“Dixon, Murphy and Saunders,” the receptionist responded, “How may I assist you?”

“This is Jane Fields. I am calling for Mr. Saunders.”

“Just a moment Ms. Fields, let me see if Mr. Saunders is available.”

Strains of new age music filled the void as the receptionist put Jane on hold.

“Jane, this is Richard. What can I do for you? Is everything all right?” Richard paused to think and then said, “Forgive me that was a stupid question under the circumstances. Please, what can I do for you? If you are calling about Martin, we won’t have any further word until the next hearing in a couple of weeks.”

Jane thought, perhaps, that Richard may already know what she was calling about, since he was a member of the church board, as well as their attorney, but then, maybe the rest of the board had acted without him knowing, since he was representing Martin as well.

“The church sent us a registered letter this morning and they are evicting us from the house and taking away Martin’s and my salaries. What am I going to do?”

“I suspected something like that when the church called a board meeting without me last night. I’m so sorry,” said Richard soothingly.

“How am I going to support the kids and me without Martin’s salary? How are we going to pay you?”

“Don’t worry about my salary,” said Richard. “Let’s make sure we take care of you and the kids first. Tell you what…I’m just getting ready to leave downtown now. I only have one more client. I’ll stop by on my way home and we can discuss it. I’ll see you in about an hour and a half. Don’t call the church, let me handle that. From now on you need to let me deal with them. There may be litigation and I don’t want you saying the wrong thing accidentally.”

Before Jane could say anything, Richard clicked off. She would have preferred to meet him at his office the following day. She didn’t feel comfortable having him in her home, especially since she was alone. Too late now, she thought. She didn’t have much of a choice and she needed to trust him, since he was the only person to stick by her husband, and now with her, during this nightmare.

Jane decided to shower and change clothes before Richard arrived. She was depressed and hadn’t been out in days and had been wearing the same sweatshirt and sweatpants for two days. She was sure she reeked.

Jane took a long shower and as the warm water washed over her, pulsing into her flesh, she found herself reaching down below her ample bush to touch herself. As the pleasurable feeling started to wash over her, she pulled her finger away quickly. That is nasty, she thought. I have been doing that too much lately. I have to stop.

As Jane stepped from the shower she dried herself in front of the mirror. She wondered what Richard imagined she looked like under her dress when he undressed her with his eyes. Would what he imagined be better than what she was looking at in the mirror? She took stock of herself from head to toe.

The long blonde hair still showed no sign of gray and still possessed its natural curliness. Her body was still lean and athletic and betrayed no sign of childbirth. Her breasts were a bit small for her long and willowy limbs, but gravity had not yet taken its toll. Her face betrayed no signs of her age.

Jane had one of those Scandinavian faces that seemed to defy aging and her freckled flesh radiated good health. She would have looked like a tall Amazon princess, were her overall appearance not so girl next door wholesome. Overall, she thought to herself, not bad.

Then she stopped herself. What was she thinking? She blushed in shame. Her husband was in jail, she was about to lose her house, her kids future was hanging in the balance and she was wondering how a guy who gives her the creeps thinks she looks naked. What had gotten into her? She immediately put the disgusting thoughts out of her mind.

Jane hurried to the bedroom to get dressed. First she donned the not very attractive granny panties and then the sports bra and then finally the drab flowered pastel sundress that completely covered her shoulders and reached down below her knees. She was the very image of the parson’s wife. As she finished putting her sneakers on the doorbell rang.

As Jane opened the door she gasped quietly.

“Is everything OK?” asked Richard with alarm.

Jane blushed, and explained that she thought he would still be dressed in his business suit not a t-shirt and gym shorts and that she didn’t think he would be there so soon. Jane was staring down at the bulge in Richard’s shorts and was noticeably flustered.

Richard laughed and explained that he changed at the office, since he was off to the gym, immediately after he got through meeting with her and that his final client had cancelled at the last minute.

“May I come in?” he asked as he pushed his way through the door, brushing against Jane’s left breast, in an almost massaging motion, as he did so. She jumped backward as though she had just received an electric jolt. She never allowed herself to get close to other men, much less have them touch her breasts. The tingling sensation she felt startled her. What was wrong with her?

Richard sat down at the dining room table and read the letter from the church. When he was through he looked at Jane who sat across from him. She had a forlorn look on her face. There were tears welling up in her eyes that she could barely hold back.

“What am I going to do?” she asked. “I’ve never had to work. I’ve always been married.”

“I’m sure we can work this all out. First I’ll contact the church and see if I can buy you some time. Then I’ll make a couple of inquiries with one of my other clients. Perhaps one of them needs a receptionist or secretarial help. You’ve done a lot of that around the church, so it’s not like you don’t have skills. Let me see what I can come up with.”

Jane’s spirits brightened at Richard’s words as he was getting up to go. Perhaps things would work out. Jane’s momentary sense of relief took hold of her emotions and she began to sob openly.

“Just hang in there. This too shall pass,” said Richard as he stepped toward her and wrapped his arms around her, drawing her into a tight bear hug. It happened so quickly, Jane didn’t have time to react. Before she knew it her body was pressed against Richard’s. Jane felt the same tingling sensation as before, only stronger and she felt slightly light-headed as the blood rushed to her head. The tingling intensified and now seemed to be centered between her legs. She pulled away, realizing that the source of all the tingling was the hard pulsating muscle beneath Richard’s gym shorts that was pressed against her flat stomach.

Jane was beet red now and could barely speak as she stepped back. “Thank you so much,” she stammered. “Please don’t let me keep you any longer. I’m sure you want to get to the gym.”

“Absolutely!” said Richard with feigned seriousness. “You know what they say about muscles, don’t you? Use them or lose them.”

Jane blushed, an even deeper shade of red as Richard disappeared down the driveway.

“This is going to be easier than I thought,” Richard smiled to himself as he pulled away.

The Product Ch. 02 by darkdeceptions

Jane was all wound up and had a hard time sleeping that night. She worried about her husband. She worried about herself and her children. What would become of them?

When Jane would start to drift off, she was jarred awake again as her thoughts wandered to the giant appendage that had literally sent shock waves through her body earlier that evening. She had never known that a man’s thing could be that big. Martin’s was nowhere near as large and she had only seen his or felt it on the infrequent occasions when she found herself in the missionary position, tending dutifully to her husband’s needs.

Both she and Martin were naturally shy about their bodies and never allowed one another to see each other naked. Jane couldn’t get her mind off of what she had felt pressed against her. What did it look like, she wondered? She tried to put the wicked thoughts out of her mind but they kept intruding on her consciousness.

After a few hours of fitful sleep Jane awoke much later than normal, about 10 a.m. Jane felt out of sorts since she never slept in that late. The day was half gone, she thought. After breakfast Jane busied herself making lists. She made one list of the possessions they could sell to raise some money, another list of the things they would need to keep wherever they may have to move and a third list of the things they might have to put into storage.

The lists kept Jane busy for a couple of hours. She was hoping she might get a call back from Richard and that he would have talked the church out of evicting them, and if not that, perhaps at least some word on a job. Getting out of the house would be good for her, she thought. She was going stir crazy cooped up in the house all alone with no one to talk to and nothing but her worries.

As the afternoon faded away Jane’s hope that she would hear from Richard began to fade. Finally she worked up the courage to call him at his office, but the receptionist told her that he was out of the office and tied up in a very important meeting with one of his major clients and wouldn’t be available until the following day.

Hopes dashed, Jane decided to fix some dinner and turn in early. She was exhausted after a fitful night.


The sound of the phone jarred her from her sleep and she knocked the receiver to the floor as she fumbled for it in the darkness. Once she pulled the receiver up by the cord and placed it to her ear she heard Richard’s voice on the other end. He sounded excited. “Jane, are you there?”

“Yes, hello” Jane said sleepily. “I…I was asleep.”

“Sorry to wake you, but I wanted to call you right away. I think I have some good news for you.”

“Has the church changed its mind?” Jane asked hopefully.

“No, unfortunately. They were adamant in their position. As a matter of fact, they have retained other counsel and have decided to sue you and Martin for the missing funds. I have had to recuse myself as their attorney for now, but that isn’t why I called.”

“You said you had some good news,” Jane said. She had enough bad news already and some good news would be nice for a change.

“Yes, I just got done meeting with one of my major clients and they are about to roll out a new product. I told them about your situation and they seemed to think they might have a position for you. Given your background, they think you would be a perfect fit for them. They said you have the wholesome appearance they are looking for and that you seemed to be very well spoken.”

“How do they know that?” Jane asked quizzically.

“They saw you on the local TV news a couple of weeks ago when you were talking to the reporters outside your house,” said Richard.

“Oh? And all the negative publicity doesn’t scare them away?” asked Jane.

“No,” said Richard, “They don’t see it as a problem. What is more, this isn’t a low paying entry level receptionist job. They think you have some unique qualities that make you perfect for their project. They are willing to offer you a generous starting salary, plus bonuses if you meet certain performance goals. Even better, they are willing to provide you with housing while you go through training and a signing bonus that should take care of the boys’ tuition and expenses for the next few months, but only if you are willing to move forward quickly.”

“I…I don’t know what to say,” Jane said groggily as she tried to assimilate the information in her slowly awakening, but racing, brain. “It sounds too good to be true.”

“Well it is true, but what is important is that you need to move quickly on this offer before they find someone else…or have second thoughts,” said Richard. “They want to meet with you tomorrow morning. I’ll pick you up at your home at 7 a.m.”

“Yes, I guess, I…I’m sorry this is going so fast. What should I wear? What do I need to bring along? Do I need a resume or anything? Shouldn’t I drive in myself? I wouldn’t want to impose on you.” asked Jane as her mind continued to race.

“Don’t be silly,” said Richard, “besides it is going to be an all-day affair. I can give you a ride home. You won’t need a resume and just wear one of the outfits you wear to church, that should be fine. Make sure you bring your driver’s license and social security card. If you have a passport, bring that too, just to be safe. You’ll have to fill out an application and they are probably going to put you through their normal battery of tests.”

“Tests?” asked Jane quizzically.

“Yes, they are a big company and they put every potential hire through a battery of psychological tests as well as a physical. Don’t worry about it. That’s normal. Besides, I’ll be there to help you with any questions,” Richard reassured.

“Well, OK then. I guess I’ll see you in the morning. Thank you so much. I can’t tell you how appreciative I am.” said Jane earnestly.

“We can talk about that later,” he laughed, “I’ll see you in the morning.”


“Well, she bought the whole thing. You’ll need to make sure you are ready in the morning. I’ll have her here at 9 a.m.,” Richard said to the woman sitting across from him as he hung up the phone.

“I think we need to proceed as quickly as possible. I want to be crossing the finishing line in two weeks. The faster we move, the less time she will have for second thought,” said the woman.

Both he and the woman got up and walked out the door as Richard clicked the light off behind him.


On the way into LA Richard filled Jane in on what was in store for the day. There would be an initial interview with the senior members of the team she would be working with. If all went well, she would then fill out an application, go through a battery of psychological test that might take a couple of hours and then, finally, take a physical.

Once all this preliminary stuff was out of the way, then they would get down to the contract and other agreements. According to Richard there would be an employment contract, as well as what he called the usual non-disclosure agreement. It seemed like a lot, but Jane had never had a real job, so she guessed this was the normal process.

It was just 9 a.m. as they drove through the gates of the complex in the San Fernando Valley. It was an impressive parklike complex with a tall fence surrounding it. It was on the edge of a commercial complex that contained the campuses of many companies, whose names she recognized.

There was no sign on the gate or on the front of the building like the other complexes. It was a very modern looking three story building with trees and lawn surrounding it with the parking in an underground structure.

The guard recognized Richard and opened the gate as they drove in. Richard quickly drove into the underground parking structure and parked his Mercedes in the space with his name on it.

“You have your own space?” Jane asked.

“Yes. I forgot to mention, I am on their board of directors as well as their corporate counsel,” said Richard nonchalantly

The elevator was just steps from Richard’s parking space and they took it directly to the third floor. As they exited the elevator they were greeted by the receptionist who ushered them into the conference room at the end of the hall. Sitting in the conference room were two men and a woman who rose to greet Jane and Richard as they entered the room.

The men were both in their early 40s and dressed casually in brightly colored flowered camp shirts and the woman looked to be in her late 20s or early 30s. She was movie star gorgeous with dark hair wrapped in a bun. Her red outfit was very stylish and professional, although Jane thought the skirt was excessively short. The tight fitting outfit accentuated her sculpted features.

All three greeted Jane warmly. The men shook her hand and the woman nodded to her from the end of the conference table, smiling at her warmly, but taking Jane in with what Jane thought were catlike eyes.

The woman was the first to speak. “My name is Deirdre and this is Tom and Kieran. I am the president of Edge Enterprises. Tom and Kieran are my operations manager and your potential team leaders, respectively. We are here today to assess whether you are the right person to be the face for a new product we are preparing to market in the near future.”

Deirdre continued. “As I think Richard told you, we became aware of you from the many times you appeared on the local news. When Richard asked if we might have a position for you at our meeting yesterday, we decided to extend you an interview. Based upon what we saw on TV, you look like you could be the perfect candidate for our new product. What you need to understand is that the position we envision for you is potentially very high profile and consequently we have to be completely sure that you are the right person for the position before we proceed any further.”

Deirdre paused for a moment to let what she had said sink in. “Do you understand what I have said thus far?”

“Yes, I think so,” replied Jane hesitantly.

“Let me be blunt. What attracted us to you is the wholesome image you conveyed on TV. You appeared to be just the type of person we are looking for to help us market our new product. Are you that type of wholesome individual?”

“Well yes, I think so. I have always tried to be good,” said Jane.

“Good then,” replied Deirdre. “We are going to ask you a battery of very personal questions. So you know in advance, we assume that you will find many of them offensive and highly invasive. There are no right answers or wrong answers, only your answers. It is very important to us that you are actually as you appear. Many media companies have morals clauses in their contracts, as do we. Do you understand?”

“OK,” replied Jane softly. She wasn’t quite sure what this was all about but she really needed a job and this one paid too well to pass up.

“Then let’s proceed. Kieran will be conducting this initial interview, since he will be your team leader. While Kieran is conducting the interview, I will be meeting with Richard to discuss the terms of your contract,” said Deirdre as she rose to leave the conference room. Tom and Richard followed her out the door.

“OK Jane, this is going to take a while, so let’s move over to the couch in the corner of the room where it is a little more comfortable. Would you like a bottle of water or anything?”

“No thank you,” said Jane as she moved to the couch. Kieran sat down next to her at an angle so he was facing her. She sank back into the plush cushions as Kieran sat on the edge, hovering over her, somewhat intimidatingly.

“OK, let’s get started,” said Kieran. “Have you ever had intercourse with anyone other than your husband?

Blushing, Jane replied “No.”

“Have you ever engaged in any type of sexual activity with another man?”

“No,” Jane quickly replied.

“Have you ever engaged in any type of sexual activity with a woman?”

Wide eyed, Jane replied, “NO.”

It was a long list of very personal questions, mostly having to do with sex to which Jane replied no. The long and the short of it was that Jane had never engaged in any sexual activities other than plain vanilla sex and only with her husband. For some of the questions Kieran had to provide an explanation of what he was talking about, with each explanation making Jane blush that much more.

When they were through, Jane was sitting quietly with her eyes downcast, completely humiliated by the questions. Strangely, Jane thought, part of her embarrassment was that all of her answers were no. “Is anyone else really as goody, goody as me?” she thought to herself almost in shame.

“Thank you for your frank responses Jane” said Kieran. “I know this was difficult, but you handled yourself really well. For what it is worth, I think you are a shoe in for this position. I look forward to working with you.” With that, Kieran leaned forward and gave Jane a peck on the cheek and squeezed her thigh as he got up to leave. It happened so quick she didn’t have a chance to react other than to note that the tingling sensation was back.

As Kieran left, he indicated that she should remain in the conference room and someone would come get her in a few minutes.

Jane sat in the conference room waiting for someone to get her and wondering if she hadn’t answered the questions correctly. Had she blown the opportunity that Richard had given her?

After about 30 minutes Tom appeared at the door smiling. “Well Jane, you passed the first part of the interview with flying colors and now it is time to have you complete a formal application. Please fill this out and when you are done drop it off with the receptionist. Please leave your driver’s license, social security card and passport, if you have one, with the receptionist to be copied. I’ll see you a bit later.”

Jane completed the application and dropped it off with the receptionist along with her documents. The receptionist thanked her and escorted her down to the second floor to another small office which was sparsely furnished but contained a desktop computer on the table in the corner.

The receptionist moved the mouse and the screen lit up. She navigated to a website and entered Jane’s name along with a password from a post-it attached to Jane’s application.

“This is a short battery of psychological tests to assess your personality type and to determine your suitability for the position you are applying for. As they probably already told you, there are no right answers or wrong answers, only your answers. Don’t try to guess the right answer, if you do, you will fail,” said the receptionist.

Jane spent the next hour answering the questions. She was thankful that they were not as intrusive as the ones asked previously. They seemed innocuous by comparison. When she was finished, she picked up the phone and called the receptionist as instructed.

A few minutes later a woman opened the door. She appeared to be a nurse judging from her white uniform. “Jane?” she asked as Jane looked up. “Please come with me. We are going to move on to your physical. Mr. Saunders is still working out the details of your contract with the president, so we thought we could get this out of the way.” The nurse talked as they walked down to the end of the corridor and entered what appeared to be an examination room.

“Please disrobe completely and put on this gown. While you are waiting, please fill out this medical history for our records and provide your family physician’s name. The doctor will be with you shortly.”

Jane disrobed and put on the flimsy gown which was open at the back. After 10 minutes or so the doctor arrived along with the nurse. He was a tall stockily built man with large hands and thick fingers. Jane’s hand disappeared in his when he shook it.

“It is nice to meet you Jane. I’m doctor Contreras and I will be conducting your physical. The position you are being considered for may involve foreign travel. I noticed that you do not have a passport. Is that correct?”

“Yes, I’ve never traveled out of the country.”

“That is OK. However, your new job may require foreign travel, so we may as well take care of the immunizations you will need while you are here, for when you apply for a passport.”

With that, the nurse produced a tray of needles from the drawer and began to prepare them. “You may feel a little groggy and out of sorts for a while following the immunizations, but don’t be alarmed. You may even feel a little warm, that’s natural.”

“Now sit on the edge of the table and we can get started.” The doctor went through the normal pokes and prods, examining Jane’s ears, mouth, eyes, etc. As the doctor did so the nurse proceeded with the vaccinations. Finally, he asked the nurse to assist Jane in lying down on the table and getting her feet into the stirrups.

Jane was somewhat surprised that they would be doing a pelvic exam and asked if it was entirely necessary. She indicated that her regular physician is a woman and that she was uncomfortable with the procedure.

The doctor frowned deeply and leaned close to Jane. In a quiet, yet stern voice he told Jane, “This really isn’t a time to be squeamish. This company is looking at making a major investment in you in time and money and I have been told that if you do not cooperate fully, I should ask you to leave. Do we understand each other?”

It was obvious from the doctor’s expression that he was dead serious. Jane replied yes and lay back placing her heels in the stirrups. Jane thought it odd that the nurse was buckling the leather straps that were attached.

Jane looked away and tried to avoid looking as the doctor peered at and prodded her most private parts that even her husband had never seen that closely. Jane was fully flushed with embarrassment now at having her legs in the air with a strange man moving his fingers around her special place.

Because she was looking away, she didn’t notice that the doctor wasn’t wearing surgical gloves. The doctor smiled at her embarrassment and found her blushing almost quaint. As he continued to probe around the entrance to Jane’s vagina he noticed that his fingers were moving freely. She was wet. He also noticed that Jane’s backside was involuntarily lifting from the table and following the movement of his fingers. The doctor looked up at the nurse who was standing behind Jane smiling.

“This is only going to take a little longer. If you could please spread your legs a little wider please, we’ll be through soon.” Jane just wanted this to be over as soon as possible. She was trembling now and was feeling light-headed as the doctor stuck his middle and index finger all the way inside. Jane shuddered as her body betrayed her, willing her to lift her ass off the table to meet his thrusting fingers, with her vagina closing around the doctor’s fingers as he moved them in and out.

“Your vagina appears to be in excellent physical shape my dear. You lubricate very well.” With that, the doctor’s thumb found Jane’s clit and her ass began to move up and down on its own following the movement of the doctor’s fingers and sliding thumb. Jane wanted to reach down and pull his hand away, but she realized that the nurse was holding each of her wrists behind her head.

Jane was frantic now. What kind of exam was this, she thought as she started to get even more light-headed. “What are you do…” Jane tried to get the words out but all that came out now was a deep guttural moan from deep inside her. Jane’s hips were wildly gyrating now. “Oh my God! NO! No I can’t let you…Oh God…Oh…” Jane was now completely lost in her orgasm. All that came out was whimpering and moaning. Jane’s hips and ass continued to move to the steady motion of the doctor’s fingers as her ass now arched high off the table. Jane continued to come again and again until her sweat soaked body had left the paper robe stuck to her, revealing the full outline of her heaving breasts.

The Product Ch. 03 by darkdeceptions

As Dr. Contreras pulled his fingers from Jane’s now wet and compliant pussy he looked up at her and said, “All right my dear. This portion of the exam is concluded. I’m sorry we had to surprise you like that, but there was some concern that you may have been physically incapable of an orgasm, given your limited sexual history. Obviously you are quite capable,” he said smiling. “While the company is looking for someone of your high moral character, it is necessary from their point of view that it is as a result of your virtue, not any abnormal physical condition. I hope you understand.”

Jane was still breathing hard. She had her eyes closed tightly and was trying to pretend that nothing had just happened.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she said meekly, “I understand.” Jane’s head was spinning now. It was almost like she was standing behind herself. A neutral observer to what had just happened.

“Good. Now we can move on the final portion of the exam. It will be necessary to take a complete set of x-rays of your body as well as photographs. For this it will be much easier if you are completely naked. Please remove the gown and step over to the wall.”

Jane didn’t understand why any of this was necessary. She had physicals before and they didn’t include this, and certainly not her doctor bringing her to orgasm. “Why is this…” Jane started to say in exasperation but before she could get the words out the doctor was in her face again. “Do you want to leave? If not, do as I say and we can get this over with. I’m a doctor. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen a thousand times before.”

There was no use. Jane stood and moved to the wall. As she did, the nurse pulled on her gown from behind and it peeled away, leaving her completely naked. Jane stood there with her eyes downcast, humiliated.

“Please hold your head up and open your eyes.” As Jane complied she saw the first flash of light. For the next 15 minutes the doctor snapped off one photograph after another as the nurse held a small ruler next to various features of Jane’s body. The doctor spent a considerable amount of time photographing Jane’s breasts and face. When he was through he thanked Jane for her cooperation and had the nurse take her to the x-ray room.

Just as with the photographs, the x-ray technical spent a lot of time on Jane’s face and breasts. When the x-rays were complete the technician thanked Jane for her time. On the way out the door the twenty-something technician stopped and looked Jane right in the eye. “You shouldn’t be so embarrassed. You have a killer body. You should be proud of it.” With that he smiled and surveyed her body one last time, like a wolf looking at a lamb chop. “By the way, there is a robe hanging over there, if you want it.”

“Where are my clothes?” Jane asked.

“Don’t know. You’ll probably get them back later.” With that the xray technician was gone.

It had been a grueling few hours for Jane. She sat in the x-ray room in the robe waiting for someone to get her and she was starting to feel really woozy and she was feeling warm, just as the doctor said. Her anxiety at having been photographed naked and prodded and brought to orgasm by the doctor seemed to be fading. In fact, she was feeling downright relaxed.


As she sat back in the chair, nearly dozing off, the door opened and it was Kieran. “We are nearly ready for you now. But first let me take you to wardrobe and get you something appropriate to wear. We seem to have misplaced your clothes.”

Kieran had to help Jane down the hallway toward the wardrobe room. “Here, let me help you. Those vaccinations can really do a number on you sometimes.”

As they continued down the hallway, Jane’s robe fell open and her breasts spilled out. She was so groggy she didn’t even notice, but Kieran did. “With a little more work, this can be really something,” he thought to himself.

In the wardrobe room Kieran asked the attendant for something short, with an open back. As he helped Jane into the velvety purple dress it barely covered her crotch area and her buttocks were visible from the back. Jane was oblivious to the fact that she was standing naked in front of Kieran and that he was dressing her and taking liberties with her breasts, pussy and ass as he appraised them with his hands. The two strips of cloth on the dress that had been selected came up the front and tied around the back of her neck and were barely wide enough to cover Jane’s nipples. Jane didn’t even notice as the drugs were taking their full effect.

Kieran led Jane back into the conference room. Deirdre, Richard and Tom were already there. Richard was the first to greet Jane, walking up and giving her a big hug, fondling her breasts briefly. He looked over to Deirdre and asked, “You’re sure she won’t remember anything in the morning, right?”

“Don’t worry, tomorrow all she will remember is what we tell her. That is the beauty of that drug cocktail. If anything, all of this will seem like the memory of a dream.”

Richard and Kieran sat Jane down at one of the chairs and put a pile of papers in front of her. Richard placed a pen in her hand and told her that they had finally agreed to a contract, one that would be very lucrative for her. Then Richard stopped for a moment.

“Shouldn’t we film this? Just to be safe,” said Richard. Deirdre thought about it for a moment and agreed. “Kieran, go get one of the video cameras and something more suitable for our new protégé to wear at her signing ceremony.”

“Let’s get this on video and then we can go on about our more pleasurable business,” said Richard wryly.

Camera and robe in hand, the contract signing was immortalized on video in no time. They had to start and stop a few times and coach Jane what to say, but eventually they had enough on video that they could edit it into a plausible transaction. And more importantly, all the papers were signed.

“OK, now down to business. How long before the drugs wear off,” asked Richard?

“Don’t worry dear, you’ll have plenty of time to play with your new toy,” was Deirdre’s flippant response.

As Deirdre opened the connecting door to the next room she called back to Kieran, “Bring the camera. We may as well see out how much the lens likes her. Who knows, we might even be able to use some of this.”

Deirdre lead Jane into the room by the hand. When they reached the middle of the room Deirdre stopped Jane by firmly putting her hands on her shoulders. As Jane stood there motionless, Deirdre opened Jane’s smock and let it slip to the floor. Jane now stood completely naked before her new employers and they were all eagerly undressing so they could take her for a spin.

Deirdre had the sculpted body of a goddess and she was obviously going to be first in line. Now completely naked, except for her stiletto heels, Deirdre maneuvered Jane back onto the circular bed. Kieran had camera in hand and was filming everything. Deirdre climbed on the bed and immediately sunk her mouth into Jane’s pussy. Jane’s back arched as she responded to the warm tongue that was probing the wet pink folds of flesh between her legs.

Deirdre brought Jane to within an inch of orgasm but then pulled away. She let her tongue glance across the middle of Jane’s chest as it made its way up to her left nipple. Deirdre licked it and then bit it harshly causing Jane to scream softly in an almost disembodied way. Now Deirdre was whispering in Jane’s ear.

“Did you like that Jane? Do you want some more?” Jane nodded yes and Deirdre told her, “OK Jane but you have to be nice to me too. Can you do that? Can you be nice to me too? Answer me Jane. Can you do that? Say yes and we can both feel good.”

“Yes,” said Jane’s softly in an almost disembodied voice. “Yes.”

Deirdre repositioned herself on the bed and as she did, she tucked a throw pillow under Jane’s head to elevate it. Deirdre leaned back, placing her pussy directly over Jane’s mouth. Deirdre reached out with her hand and began to stroke Jane’s pussy with her index finger, letting it slide all over the warm wetness.

“OK Jane now it is your turn. Make love to my pussy like I made love to yours.” Deirdre was now rocking back and forth across Jane’s partially open mouth. Slowly Jane began to lick and suck the musky moistness that filled her mouth and nostrils. It was as though she couldn’t stop herself, as though she didn’t want to.

Deirdre continued to rock back and forth, her strokes becoming longer and more rhythmic. Deirdre’s eyes were closed now and she was squeezing and pinching her own breasts and nipples. She was getting closer and Jane’s head was now rising to meet each movement as Jane dug her hands into Deirdre’s ass to gain deeper access.

Richard was behind Deirdre now and he had two fingers up Jane’s pussy with his thumb stroking her clit. Jane’s ass was moving wildly now as Richard reached underneath her and drove his other thumb deep into Jane’s ass.

As Richard’s thumb disappeared up Jane’s ass it was just too much for her. Now Jane was bucking and sucking as hard as she could and she exploded as she sucked Deirdre even deeper into her mouth, licking feverishly.

Deirdre came at the same time with both their asses thrashing feverishly trying to absorb every last second of pleasure.

Deirdre rose from the bed and turned to Richard. “Well, I think the girl has some talent. With a little fine tuning, I think this is going to work out nicely.”

“Bad news boys,” continued Deirdre, “We don’t want our precious new investment waking up tomorrow with a sore pussy, so no fucking tonight for her. Your magnificent dicks are going to have to wait to be fed. Richard, if you want some of this, then you can give her a short course in proper blow job technique. I doubt this flower has ever had a dick near her face, much less down her throat.”

Richard didn’t need any further encouragement, rolling Jane over on her stomach and lifting her to the edge of the bed.

“OK Janey, now do what your daddy tells you and get up on your hands and knees at the edge of the bed. Come on now Jane, up on the end of the bed.” Jane slowly crouched up on her hands and knees, moving toward the edge of the bed, as though in a trance. As she moved her breasts flopped back and forth. As Richard saw them sway he couldn’t help think to himself how much better they were going to look, in a matter of a few days, but back to the task at hand.

Richard grabbed Jane’s hair firmly and positioned his now throbbing penis at her mouth. Jane looked up, dazed, not knowing what to do. “Open your mouth Jane. Lick it like a lollypop, just like you licked Deirdre.” As Jane opened her mouth, Richard quickly inserted his penis briefly and then let Jane lick and suck the engorged orb. Finally, Richard shoved his cock fully in Jane’s mouth and Jane began to gag slightly but was able to breathe through her nose.

Richard grabbed the sides of Jane’s head with both hands now and began the slow process of working his penis deeper into Jane’s mouth. He was making good progress. He could feel her tonsils tickling the head of his sensitive orb. Jane seemed accustomed to his cock now, so with a fluid movement Richard arched his back and drove his penis down Jane’s throat. Jane struggled, her body jerking violently and she tried to pull away as she had difficulty breathing. She was whimpering as Richard’s stiff enormous cock was driven further down her throat. But as Richard’s strokes became more regular she was able to adjust her breathing and he was soon in to the hilt.

Deirdre sat there amazed as she operated the camera and went in for several close ups. Richard hadn’t noticed but both Tom and Kieran had turned their attention to Deirdre. She must have felt sorry for them, although knowing Deirdre; it was more likely she felt in the need for some additional attention herself. Tom was hammering Deirdre’s pussy from behind and Deirdre was giving Kieran a blow job, off and on as they traded duties operating the camera.

Richard loved watching Deirdre fuck and the sight of Tom’s huge member up her shaved pussy was just enough to drive him over the edge. Grabbing Jane’s head more tightly in both his hands he drove his penis harder and farther down Jane’s throat. Jane was whimpering loudly now. She could barely breathe. With one final thrust Richard could feel his cum exploding into the back of Jane’s throat. Jane’s chest was really heaving now as she tried to breathe and with one last thrust Richard pulled out.

Jane immediately began to hack and cough as the needed oxygen mixed with the cum that filled her throat. She had swallowed most of it, but a little was dribbling down the corner of her mouth.

“She did well for a first timer,” said Deirdre as she wiped the cum from the side of Jane’s mouth with her index finger. Deirdre quickly licked her finger clean and winked at Richard.

“OK, that’s a wrap, boys. We need to give the girl some rest. The drugs are going to start wearing off soon and she needs to be fresh in the morning. I don’t want her remembering any of this, at least not yet.”

The Product Ch. 04 by darkdeceptions

As Jane awoke, she didn’t recognize any of her surroundings. The room was warm and she only had a light silk sheet covering her. Suddenly she realized she was naked as she looked up at the large mirror on the ceiling above the bed. She never slept in the nude. Where was she? The sun was filtering in through the window on the opposite side of the room with the light bouncing off the full length mirrors that filled the wall closest to the bed. She could see that it was a very well appointed bedroom, with expensive furniture. It looked like a very luxurious hotel room.

Jane got up unsteadily and made her way to the window. She immediately recognized the park like setting and the buildings beyond the fence. She was still at the Edge building. What had happened? She couldn’t remember anything beyond the beginning of her physical exam. She faintly remembered that she felt uneasy about the exam. She couldn’t quite remember why, but she thought that the doctor had done something inappropriate that made her uncomfortable, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

She sort of remembered meeting with Richard, Deirdre and the other two men again later, but the memory was hazy.

The door opened and Deirdre stepped in quickly shutting the door behind her.

“Good morning. Are you feeling better? We were a little worried about you last night.”

“I…I guess I’m OK,” said Jane slowly as she walked back toward the bed. Jane was wobbly on her feet and Deirdre caught her, assisting her to the bed. “What happened?” said Jane. “I don’t remember anything. Why am I still here?”

“You had a bad reaction to the vaccinations. We had just gotten through with signing the contract and the other agreements and you fainted just as we were about to go out to dinner and celebrate. Under the circumstances, we decided to let you stay here for the night. After all, this is going to be your new home for a while as you go through orientation and training.”

“But my things…I need to get some clothes and other things from home…” said Jane as Deirdre cut in.

“Don’t worry about that. With your new job, we will be providing you with a whole new wardrobe and I think you will find that the bathroom is more than well supplied with what you will need. It is just as well you stayed the night, because we are going to have a long day today. Now that you are aboard, we have decided to push the rollout date of our new product forward. So, things are going to be moving quickly from now on.”

Deirdre stroked Jane’s back and Jane shuddered as she remembered she was naked. She immediately squeezed her legs together and cupped her breasts with her hands. Deirdre smiled. You couldn’t fake that sort of innocence for a camera. It would pay dividends.

“OK, we have a long day. Let’s get you some breakfast. Why don’t you shower and I’ll have some breakfast brought up to you in, let’s say, half an hour. If you want a robe there is one in the closet as well as some other clothes to get you started.”

Jane waited for Deirdre to leave, but she wasn’t moving. Jane finally got up and walked to the closet, knowing Deirdre was taking in her every movement. Deirdre watched Jane put on the robe as she strode toward the door. “Breakfast is in half an hour!”

Once alone, Jane made her way to the bathroom. There was a large open shower at one end of the bathroom with floor to ceiling mirrors on the opposite wall. Jane removed the robe and as she did so she wondered why anyone would wear something like that. It was virtually transparent and didn’t hide anything.

Jane started the water and stepped into the shower. The hot water felt good as it pulsed into her head and neck and cascaded down her body, leaving her with a warm feeling all over. Jane began to relax. She thought back to the last couple of days. So much had happened. Events had moved so quickly.

As her body warmed to the pulsing hot water her thoughts were drawn to the strange dreams she had the night before. She had never had dreams like that, surrounded by naked men and women, doing the kind of things that they had asked her questions about in the interview yesterday.

She was soaping herself now and running her hands all over her body. She usually didn’t spend a lot of time touching her own breasts, but it felt so good now. Jane finished soaping her body and removed the shower head from its cradle and began to rinse herself. As she moved the pulsating shower head between her legs she hesitated there. It felt so good.

She always felt guilty about doing herself, as she called it, but she couldn’t help herself this morning. She reached up to the chrome shower pipe overhead to keep from slipping and spread her legs as she let the pulsing warm water find her sweet spot. Eyes closed, Jane arched her back as the water found its mark. Jane fantasized that it was Deirdre’s tongue flicking wildly on her engorged clit. Jane came hard, her body writhing as she struggled to hold on to the chrome pipe overhead.


The three cameras continued to roll as Jane stepped out of the shower, taking in her every move from all angles. The entire production team was in the next room on the other side of the mirrors and this was the first opportunity for all of them to see who they would be working with.

Deirdre began, “So what are your initial thoughts? George, how about you?

“That is one MILF. But I think the long curly blonde hair is just too cute. I think that with her skin tone and freckles, she would look better on camera as a redhead. And there is way too much bush.”

“Kieran?” asked Diedra.

“As we have already discussed, I think the major thing is to give the girl some new breasts that match that luscious body. The camera loves the jiggle and besides, right now they are too small to get one of those enormous cocks we have hired between them.”


“I agree. The tits need to be bigger and red hair would certainly enhance her raw sexuality. It should be shorter too,” said Tom. “All that hair gets in the way during the close ups. I think we need to do something with the eyes as well…and the nose.”

Tom continued, “Contreras ran some computer simulations of her face last night and I think he has captured a look that will work really well for her. He wants to narrow her nose and make it a bit more pixie like and to give her bigger and rounder eyes. In his computer model, it gives her an even more innocent look. Other than that, I think we are there. Now it is just a matter of molding her behavior to our needs.”

“I agree,” said Deirdre. “Let’s get her with Sophie this morning and we can at least get the hair situation taken care of right away. Kieran, get the studio ready. We’ll shoot some stills and a little bit of video later this morning. Let’s start getting her used to the camera. OK, that’s it game time!”


Jane had stepped from the shower and went to the sink on the opposite end of the room. She had a strange taste in her mouth and wanted to brush her teeth. It was a taste she had never had in her mouth before. It tasted salty. It must have been from the vaccinations, she decided.

As Jane brushed her teeth she wondered why she had fantasized about Deirdre as she did herself. That wasn’t like her, she wasn’t that way. Then again, Jane thought to herself, her usual fantasies were no less disturbing…or sinful, for that matter. As she finished brushing her teeth she gargled and noticed that her throat was a little sore. Maybe she was coming down with something.

As Jane returned to the bedroom she noticed that Deirdre was already there with a breakfast cart. “Here is your breakfast. I hope fruit and granola is OK. There is some yogurt as well. I wasn’t sure if you drank coffee so there is orange juice as well.”

“Oh, thank you. That is great.” Jane pulled the sheer robe more tightly against her as she crossed the room. Deirdre noticed and smiled. All that did was reveal her nipples all the more.

As Jane sat on one of the chairs in the corner of the room to begin her breakfast, Deirdre slipped a DVD into the plasma screen mounted on the wall. “I thought you might enjoy watching the grand signing ceremony from last night, since you said you didn’t remember much of it.”

As the DVD played, Deirdre narrated, “Here you are signing our job offer. Congratulations! The next document is the employment contract. The third is our exclusivity agreement and then our non-disclosure agreement. Oh, and that final document was the power of attorney you signed for Richard.”

Deirdre continued, “You are going to be a very busy girl over the next several weeks and Richard has agreed to manage your finances in the interim and make sure your children’s tuition and expenses are taken care of for now. As we discussed last night, Richard will arrange to put all of your personal things from the church’s house in temporary storage for you while you go through orientation and training.”

“I…I don’t remember going over any of this…” Jane began to say as Deirdre interrupted.

“Oh, and here is the champagne toast at the end!” said Deirdre. “It is all right here in the agreements. Here is your copy. I thought you might like to look through it again this morning, now that you are feeling better,” Deirdre said matter-of-factly.

Jane took the folder that Deirdre handed her as Deirdre got up to leave. “Finish your breakfast and go ahead and review the agreements again. If you have any further questions we can discuss it at our morning staff meeting. I’ll have Kieran escort you over in half an hour. You can just wear the robe you have on now to the meeting. You’ll be going right into makeup after the meeting anyway.”

“But you can see everything. All those people are going to be there and…”

Again, Deirdre cut Jane off. “Sweetie we are working in an artistic medium. You are going to have to get over your shyness. Everyone is a professional and there is a lot of nudity or near nudity at times because we are in the business of marketing products that appeal to a sophisticated adult clientele. It is just the nature of the beast. The product you will be involved in is on the edgy side (hence our name) and it is the blushing innocence you bring to the table that is going to make it all work and marketable to our customers. We have done a lot of market research and we are sure you are perfect to be an integral part of the team. That is why we made you such a generous offer.”

“By the way,” said Jane, “you keep talking about the product, but I don’t know what it is yet. Richard never told me.”

“The product is currently under development and for purposes of security; everything related to the product is being kept secret to all but a few key people right now. When the time is right you will be filled in completely,” said Deirdre as she smiled at her double entendre.

Jane finished her breakfast and opened the folder containing the agreements. She couldn’t follow most of it, it was in legalese, but it looked like the financial terms that Richard had negotiated were what he said and she wouldn’t have to worry about the boys for now. It also looked like she was under exclusive contract to Edge Enterprises and she could make a lot of extra money if she met their performance standards, which were to be determined later.

The only thing that bothered her was the termination clauses. Apparently if she failed to follow company guidelines and meet performance standards she could be terminated at any time and would be responsible for repaying the substantial advance that had been given to her and could be held responsible for any damages or lost revenue the company incurred.

Oh well, she thought, It was too late now. She had signed the contracts and anyway, she was sure everything would be OK, since Richard had reviewed them. He had said this was all just standard stuff anyway.


When Kieran knocked on the door Jane was jolted back into the present. She wasn’t real happy about having to parade into the staff meeting almost naked, but it looked like she really didn’t have a choice. The contract seemed pretty clear and she guessed it was finally time for her to get over her prudishness anyway.

As they walked down the hallway several people passed by them and no one really seemed to notice she was almost naked, much to Jane’s relief. In fact, several of them, including the men were also in various states of undress.

“They are on their way to makeup and then to one of the sound stages downstairs. I’m not sure if they are shooting video or stills today. They are involved with one of our most successful product lines that include perfumes, colognes, bath products and other items. The line has been one of our top money-maker for five years now,” said Kieran.

Kieran opened the door for Jane and as she entered the room all eyes turned to her. She felt completely naked and turned a bright shade of red.

Deirdre smiled. She was enjoying this. “Jane, let me introduce you to the rest of your team. Please, Kieran, introduce Jane to everyone. Kieran took Jane’s arm and led her around the table. As he did, she couldn’t avoid eye contact and as she shook their hands each of them got a really good look at all of her assets. Everyone who was on the other side of the mirror this morning was there, plus a young woman named Sophie and five other men.

Two of them looked like magazine models or Chippendale dancers and the other two had a rougher appearance, dressed in Levis and white wife beaters with an Edge logo on the front. The final man, standing next to Deirdre, was well dressed and had a professional air about him.

Sophie was in her early twenties and had bleached blonde hair with black and purple streaks in it. Her hair was medium length and she wore a leather vest from which her ample breasts spilled out. She also wore leather pants that barely covered her crotch or crack. Surprisingly she had no tattoos on her milky white flesh. With the studded leather collar and large golden bead on the end of her tongue, the persona was pure goth.

“Let’s get started,” said Deirdre. “We have a busy day ahead of us. Now that you have all had the chance to meet Jane, I am sure you will all agree she is a welcome new member to our team.” With that there was a round of applause as Jane sunk into her chair blushing, looking up only briefly to acknowledge the applause.

Deirdre continued, “After reviewing the results of the various tests yesterday, we have decided we can proceed with this project immediately and have moved the release date forward. But first let me review some of the key findings. First, and Jane this shouldn’t be a big deal for you, we have decided that you need a change of hair color. Our market research indicated that our target market responds more favorably to red hair and this is something we can take care of easily this morning. Sophie, that’s you.”

“Next, Jane as the face of our new product, you are going to be spending a lot of time in front of the camera. While there is still a lot of work to be done, it is never too early to get you used to the camera and working with your team. You already know Kieran, who will be your director and Dave and Phil will be your cameramen. George is our cinematographer and lead photographer; he will be assisting Kieran in setting up shots and scenes and will be operating the main camera during video shoots. Todd and Paul are two of the models who will be working with you in our photo shoots and video productions.”

“One final piece of business, the van will be leaving this evening at 7 p.m., so please don’t be late. Our flight takes off from Burbank at 8 p.m. and the flight will arrive at our destination around 11 p.m. Dr. Contreras is already there and we will joining him. The weather is warm, so bring appropriate clothing.” With that, Deirdre rose to signal that the meeting was over.

“Sophie, take Jane down to your studio and let’s see how she looks as a redhead at this afternoon’s photo shoot.”

With that, Deirdre was out the door, with the rest of the team following. Jane waited for everyone else to leave before she got up. Only she and Sophie remained in the room. Jane wanted to ask Deirdre what the trip was all about and if she would be expected to go on it. She guessed she could ask Deirdre later.

“You are so beautiful. I’m really going to enjoy working with you,” said Sophie warmly. “Come on let’s get started. Just follow me.”

As they went down the hallway it was empty, much to Jane’s relief. Jane and Sophie took the elevator down to the first floor and went through two large doors at the end of the entrance corridor. On either side there were sound stages and although they were sound proof, Jane could see the flash of strobes coming from the small windows in two of them. When they got to the end of the corridor, Sophie opened a door to a small room on the right. As they walked in Jane could see that it was outfitted with sinks and hair dryers and other styling equipment.

“First of all, I’m going to need to cut your hair and after we have done that we can color it. I think Deirdre forgot to mention that at the meeting, but long hair is often distracting and gets in the way when you are working with cameras. Take a look at the artist’s rendering on the table. This is the look that Deirdre has asked me to go for. Jane looked at the computer image and actually found it very attractive. The hair color would look good with her freckled skin, she thought.

“What do you think?” asked Sophie.

“The shade of red should look good on me. Of course, anything would look good on someone who looks like that,” said Jane. Jane was taken by the slender nose and large round eyes. If only she could look like that, instead of the plain Jane preacher’s wife from Lancaster, she thought.

Sophie smiled and began to draw water into the sink. “You’d better take off the robe. You don’t want to get hair coloring all over it,” said Sophie.

At this point Jane figured it was pointless trying to maintain her modesty. She sat in the chair as Sophie reclined it into position. The warm water felt good on Jane’s scalp and the gentle massaging of Sophie’s fingers as she rubbed the shampoo into Jane’s scalp was both relaxing and stimulating.

Once Jane’s hair was washed Sophie sat the chair upright and dried it a bit with a towel. As she did, Sophie kept drawing Jane’s face between her almost bare tits. It made Jane somewhat uncomfortable, but Sophie didn’t seem to give it a second thought.

Then Sophie cut Jane’s hair to the length shown in the computer image. As she finished, Sophie reclined the chair again. Jane assumed it was time for the hair coloring, but Sophie reached to the side of the chair and clicked two metal bars into place with stirrups and leather straps on the end.

“What’s that?” asked Jane in alarm.

“If you are going to do the drapes, you got to do the carpet. Right?” said Sophie is a joking sort of way.

“What do you mean?”

Sophie realized that Jane not only didn’t get the joke but didn’t understand what was next. “I need to trim your pubic hair before I color them both.”

Jane was stunned. “Buy why.”

“Like I said, the drapes need to match the carpet.”

“But why do I have to…”

“Look!” said Sophie in exasperation. “You are going to be taking a lot of photos and videos and sometimes the clothing you will be wearing will be revealing. We are not in the business of selling laundry soap. Look, just think of this as a bikini wax.”

“But I’ve never had a bikini wax, much less worn a bikini,” complained Jane.

“I don’t know what to tell you, but this is all part of the deal. Do you want me to give Deirdre a call?”

Jane thought about it a moment. “No, let’s get this over with.”

Sophie lifted Jane’s legs up into the stirrups which had been spread wide. “Here, let me strap you in. I don’t want one of your legs slipping out and for me to cut you with the razor accidentally. Deirdre would have my ass.”

Jane felt really vulnerable now, but at least it was a woman and not a man this time. Sophie worked quickly, lathering Jane’s pubic hair and trimmed it until it was just a small patch between Jane’s legs. Once she was done with that, the bikini wax was next. At this point Jane just didn’t fight it. When the waxing was through Sophie applied some lotion to the swollen area and rubbed it in. Jane could feel Sophie’s fingers glancing over her private place. It felt good thought Jane, much to her embarrassment. Unconsciously she spread her legs wider.

Sophie noticed the movement and looked up into Jane’s eyes. They appeared frightened, but full of anticipation. Sophie continued to rub the lotion around Jane’s pussy with a little more pressure and Jane’s ass rose to meet her massaging fingers.

Sophie looked up into Jane’s lustful eyes now and they locked on each other. Jane’s body was trembling with desire now. “I know what you want,” said Sophie softly. “Let me take care of you. I can make you feel soo good,” Sophie said warmly.

Jane couldn’t speak. Her entire upbringing was telling her to scream stop, but her body desperately needed release. She looked Sophie intently in the eyes for a moment, breathing heavily and then just laid back, closing her eyes and tilting her head to the side. As she did so her ass lifted off the leather seat to meet the onslaught of Sophie’s hot tongue. It was just too much.

Once the cold metal stud on Sophie’s tongue made contact with Jane’s clit it was all over. Sophie now had Jane’s ass gripped tightly in both her hands, as Sophie’s expert tongue brought Jane to one orgasm after another.

Spent, Jane lay motionless in the chair, breasts heaving, as Sophie prepared the hair coloring. Sophie looked up in the mirror and winked. She assumed that everyone was there and they had gotten it all on video.

The Product Ch. 05 by darkdeceptions

As Sophie finished blow drying Jane’s newly colored hair, Jane finally broke the ongoing silence. Sophie had thought it best to wait for Jane to say something herself after she had resolved their tryst in her own mind. “Sophie, I…I have never done anything like that. I just feel so ashamed. I am so sorry.”

“Sorry? You mean you didn’t like it” asked Sophie disappointedly.

“No…I mean yes…Oh I don’t know what I mean. Things have just been going so fast the last couple of days. I just mean I have never done anything like that before and it frightens me.” Looking deep into Sophie’s eyes now, “but mostly because I did enjoy it,” said Jane as a tear formed in her eye as a smile formed at the same time. Jane continued looking into Sophie’s eyes for understanding.

Sophie smiled back. “Look Jane, as far as I can see, you have been leading a pretty sheltered life, not that there is anything wrong with that, but there is so much more to life. And if you want, it looks like you will have the opportunity to experience as much of it as you want.”

With that Sophie leaned over and gave Jane a kiss full on the lips. Their eyes met again and Jane’s lips parted. Sophie kissed her full on this time, letting her tongue explore the inside of Jane’s mouth and Jane hers. Jane reached up grabbing Sophie’s exposed breasts in each of her hands giving them a soft squeeze. “What was happening to her?” Jane thought.

“Well ladies, it is good to see you’ve gotten to know one another.” It was Kieran. He apparently opened the door and came in without Jane noticing him. How long had he been there, Jane wondered.

“They are all set for the photoshoot, so come along now Jane. Everyone wants to see the new redhead, said Kieran as he led the way. Jane clutched her flimsy robe and followed quickly.

Kieran ushered Jane into the sound stage two doors down and it was brightly lit with klieg lights as well as other photo lighting equipment. Both cameramen and George the cinematographer were there as well as the rest of the team. Sophie followed behind.

As always, Deirdre spoke first. “OK we are just going to do some general photography today to get Jane used to the camera and the process. We’ll take it as slow as we can for you Jane because you are new to this, but normally we operate at a pretty quick pace. Time is money.”

“Kieran, what is the first set?”

“Let’s use the divan over here. Sophie, can you comb out Jane’s hair a bit more and get her in the pink teddy. Come on now. Chop. Chop. We don’t have all day.” Kieran was different now. He was obviously used to barking out orders on the set and being obeyed. He appeared to be in his element.

As the cameramen setup around the divan Sophie started to untie Jane’s robe. Jane began to reach up to stop her, but Sophie whisked her hand away giving her a look.

“OK is the lighting set?” said Kieran.

“Yes” replied one of the cameramen.

“OK then Sophie, touch up Jane’s makeup and add a little gloss to her nipples. Make sure they match her lips.” As Jane stood there stark naked everyone watched as Sophie applied the makeup and then pulled the teddy into place.

“Sophie! The panties! You forgot the panties. No not those, the crotch less ones, that’s right. Come on people, let’s stay on task,” Kieran barked.

“OK,” Kieran said. “Now we are ready. Jane, this is new to you so let me explain what we are doing. We are simulating a photo shoot for one of our many products. At this point it doesn’t matter which one because the product we have chosen for you is entirely different and will assist us in broadening our market in an entirely new direction. The tie-ins and distribution channels are endless. For now we are going to use this.”

Kieran handed Jane a sealed plastic package that contained a gold colored plastic object that looked a lot like a penis. The label proclaimed that it was a lady’s best friend.

It was finally sinking in, this company sold adult toys and God knows what else. Jane got up and started to leave.

“Where are you going?” shouted Deirdre.

“I’m leaving. I didn’t sign up for this. You want me to sell this kind of stuff? What will my kids think if they see me selling this stuff? What will the people at the church think? I can’t believe I was so naïve, especially after all those lurid questions!”

“Settle down Jane,” shouted Deirdre as she walked up and stood very close to Jane, invading her personal space. “No one is going to recognize you. Here, look in the mirror. You have red hair, it is cut short. With the makeup, you look like someone entirely different. Besides…do you really think anyone at the church cares now? And why should you. Get a grip on yourself and don’t blow this opportunity. Get back over there and do exactly what Kieran tells you …NOW!”

Jane shuddered as she was being yelled at, but as Jane looked in the mirror she realized that Deirdre was right. She did look different. Much as she might hate to admit it, better she thought. Besides, the boys would never see these products. Not if she had anything to do with it. And the money, how could she turn down the money. She would never be able to find a job that paid this well on her own. And she didn’t want to embarrass Richard after he had gone to so much trouble on her behalf.

Emergency over, Jane moved back to the divan.

“OK are we really ready now?” said Kieran with a noticeable tinge of annoyance in his voice.

Kieran was barking orders rapidly now. “Jane…down on the divan. Open the teddy so it is just covering your nipples. Now please! OK, spread your legs apart slightly and bring your left knee up toward you. That is good. Spread your legs a bit more. Good. Sophie, the panties have bunched up at the bottom. Please spread them so I can see a little pink. Good. Good. Now hand her the product. Jane, hold it down near the top of your panties. Keep your arms wide so you don’t block the view of your breasts. Perfect.”

With that the cameras began to snap over and over again. The two cameramen shot Jane from every possible angle as George continued to videotape the entire scene. Jane’s head was spinning. This was all going way too fast. She was ambivalent about all of this, but what could she do. Make the best of it, she guessed.

Kieran looked to the side to view the images that were starting to appear on the rack of monitors next to them. They had been black earlier and Jane hadn’t paid them any notice. Now they were filled with the downloaded images from the cameras with shots of Jane from every angle and depth. There were face shots, shots of her reclining on the divan and close ups, a lot of close ups.

Jane was looking at the screens now and she could see her erect nipples peeking through the teddies in some. Others were virtually macro shots of her pussy. Jane could see the gleaming moist pink flesh below the patch of scarlet red hair. Jane was both appalled and excited. Was this really her? Was she really doing this?

As Kieran viewed the images on the screen he knew they had struck gold. The shy, embarrassed, almost guilty look on Jane’s face was going to sell itself. Innocent and vulnerable, that was what was going to sell. At least as long as it lasts.

“OK, next set,” yelled Kieran. “Guys, can one of you break that thing out of the plastic wrapper for Jane and load the batteries?”

One of the Chippendale boys, as she thought of them, stepped forward and began opening the package. Jane thought she remembered his name as Todd. As he handed her the device he asked her if she knew how to use it.

“No,” she replied in embarrassment. “How does it work?” Todd showed her where the switch was on the bottom and told her that for this session, they probably wouldn’t want her to turn it on. He showed her how to control the speed.

“Sophie,” it was Kieran again barking orders rapidly. “Get Jane setup again. This time I want the teddy completely off her breasts and knead her nipples a bit. They need to be more erect. That’s right. Good. Now readjust the panties. Jane, get your legs back in the proper position again so Sophie can get you ready. OK, knead her breasts one last time to get them nice and perky. Great. Jane take the vibrator and hold it up to your cheek. Caress it with your left hand and look right into the cameras. Shoot.”

The camera flashes began to explode all around Jane almost blinding her. As they snapped Kieran continue to bark orders. “OK, now hold it up to your mouth and kiss the end of it. Good. Now stick your tongue out and lick it. Great. Now bring it down to your breasts and use it to circle your nipples. Fantastic! You’re doing great Jane. Now bring it down to where it belongs and stroke yourself with it.”

Jane hesitated for a moment.

“Now! Jane now! Rub the damn thing on your pussy. That’s what it is for,” snapped Kieran.

Although she found it humiliating, Jane complied. She was so embarrassed she closed her eyes and looked away. As she continued to rub herself, her hands began to tremble and she accidentally switched the vibrator on. She didn’t want to stop and get Kieran mad at her again so she continued to stroke the outside of her pussy with the now vibrating tool.

As she moved the golden vibrator back and forth she unconsciously opened her legs a bit further and the vibrator began to sink into the furrows of her soft pink flesh. She could hear the constant click of the cameras all around her and could sense the flash of the strobes through her tightly closed eyes.

Kieran wasn’t barking orders any more. It was only her and the click of the camera shutters and the faint hum of the vibrator. Jane’s hips were rocking back and forth now and she had repositioned her legs wide apart. From the new position she was able to lift her ass in the air to meet the vibrator on its arc. She knew everyone was watching now, but she didn’t care, if anything it just excited her more. Jane’s lust was consuming her. She needed another orgasm. Jane’s animal lust had hold of her. All Jane cared about now was satisfying her animal needs.

Jane didn’t notice when Kieran motioned the Chippendale boys forward. She barely noticed when someone began to suck her left breast and then her right. She looked down through half opened crazed eyes to see Todd and Paul sucking her entire breasts into their mouths. She could feel someone’s hair tickling her inner thigh as Sophie’s mouth joined the vibrator at her pussy. Sophie used her lips to press the vibrator deeper into Jane’s now swollen pussy.

Jane surrendered the vibrator to Sophie as she drove it deep into Jane’s slippery hole. When Sophie had it into its hilt she found Jane’s clit and sunk her studded tongue home. The vibrator accentuated the feeling of the cold metal stud on Jane’s clit and now she was in a whole new world. Jane wasn’t thinking anymore. She was just an animal completely consumed with lust. She didn’t want to think, only to feel and fill her needs.

As Sophie moved away from her cunt and pulled the pleasurable toy away, Jane could feel herself being lifted in the air. Todd and Paul were on either side of her now, lifting her off the divan. As they held her up in the air, Sophie peeled away the teddy and quickly pulled the panties off.

Todd slipped onto the divan below Jane and slowly he and Paul placed her directly on Todd’s chest. Through half open eyes Jane could tell that both men were naked now and their cocks were firmly erect.

Jane couldn’t wait to have one of them inside of her. Jane wanted them, needed them. Reaching down, Jane firmly grabbed Todd’s throbbing prick and guided it toward her hole. God how she wanted it!

Once it was in, Jane lowered herself onto the pulsing cock and began to rock back and forth. Paul was at the head of the divan now and he was holding Jane by either side of her head. When she opened her eyes she could see the head of his huge penis directly in front of her face, precum dripping from it.

Paul moved his penis back and forth across Jane’s lips to make sure she understood what he wanted. Jane looked up with a dazed expression and opened her mouth as Paul guided his throbbing cock to the back of her mouth. She had never sucked a cock before, she thought, but she seemed to know what to do. It occurred to her that was strange, but the thought was completely lost as Paul began his quest for the bottom of her throat.

Jane was whining softly now as she struggled to breathe as Paul continued to thrust in and out of her mouth. On the other end, Jane’s pussy was absolutely on fire. Todd’s penis was massively larger than her husband Martin’s. It was thick and long. However big it was, it was deep inside Jane and she was taking every inch of it.

Jane could feel Sophie’s fingers massaging her clit and Todd’s balls at the same time. As Sophie moved in closer she could feel Sophie’s tongue as it licked Todd’s cock as it slid in and out of her hole. Occasionally, Sophie’s stud would find the edge of Jane’s cunt, next to her asshole. Each time she did, Jane’s pussy would squeeze Todd’s cock a little harder.

Jane could feel Sophie’s familiar hands now, grabbing each of her ass cheeks as she spread them wide apart. Before she knew it, Sophie had driven her studded tongue deep into Jane’s virgin ass. Jane finally reached sensory overload…she exploded. Jane’s body began to shake all over. The orgasm was overpowering.

Both Todd and Paul could sense that she was trying to suck their cocks dry from both ends and they accommodated her, cuming hard in both her holes at the same time. As Sophie moved back, Todd and Paul continued to deposit the last few jets of their cum into Jane’s gaping cavities. Jane’s pussy continued to grasp Todd’s cock tightly, not wanting to let it go.

The room was completely silent. The grunts, groans and slurping sounds had been replaced with dead silence. No one wanted to speak.

Paul removed his now flaccid cock from Jane’s mouth and Todd’s softening tool could no longer be held in place by Jane’s slippery cunt. As Paul moved away to wipe himself with a towel, Todd gradually slipped from beneath Jane to get to his feet, rolling Jane over on her back on the divan as he did so.

As Jane lay there still numb from the experience she moved her head to the side and could see herself reflected on the largest of the plasma screens that was connected to George’s video camera. As she watched, he panned in on the cum dripping from her mouth and then her swollen cunt with more cum dripping down her legs and onto the divan and the droplets of cum caught in her red cunt hair.

The camera moved up her body and she could see the mixture of sweat and cum that coated her torso. She could see the outline of the boy’s teeth marks around her breasts. Finally the camera zoomed in on Jane’s face and captured the look of crazed lust that filled her eyes. The camera zoomed in closer on Jane’s eyes and as they looked back at her through the large screen, magnified to many times their size, it frightened her and she was overwhelmed with a desire to run.

The flight instinct had completely grabbed hold of her. She jumped from the divan and ran as fast as she could toward the door. The next thing she knew she was back on the third floor in her room lying face down on the bed, crying uncontrollably, eventually falling into a fitful sleep.

The Product Ch. 06 by darkdeceptions

“I thought you said you were going to take this slow?” said Richard, who had just arrived.

“We were,” said Deirdre, “we had no intention of letting things go this far today. That girl has a lot of pent up sexual angst that is trying to get out. Thank God we captured it all on video.”

“The footage is gold,” said George.

“Where is she now?” interjected Richard.

“She cried herself to sleep upstairs in her room. I thought I would leave her alone for a while. We have a couple of hours before we have to leave for the airport,” said Deirdre.

“Fine, but you need to know what kind of mental state she is in before we leave the complex,” said Richard.

“OK, I’ll take care of it. I think I know exactly how to handle the situation. Jane seems to enjoy the feminine touch,” said Deirdre smiling.

“I’m sure she does,” replied Richard with a lewd smile. “I wouldn’t wait. You may need the whole time and we can’t be late. That private plane is damned expensive per hour. And by the way, make sure the cameras are running. We wouldn’t want to miss any good footage. You still eat the lens better than anyone,” Richard said admiringly, as he looked at Deirdre.


Jane was still fast asleep as Deirdre entered the room. As she approached the bed, Jane stirred slightly and rolled over on her other side. Deirdre sat down on the edge of the bed and began to stroke Jane’s back gently. As she did, Jane awoke and began to sob quietly.

“Are you OK, kitten?” asked Deirdre in her most comforting voice.

“I’m just so ashamed. I was just completely out of control. I never thought I could be such a harlot.”

“Jane, you’re not a harlot,” said Deirdre with a smile, at such an archaic term, “You’re just a woman who has finally discovered that she has needs and you’re taking care of them. You shouldn’t be embarrassed by your sexuality,” said Deidre understandingly. “Although, I might take it a little slower in the future, if I were you. I’ve got to admit, that was really something today. I thought I had seen it all and you really had me going too. It was amazing. The camera loves you.”

Jane moved closer to Deirdre, resting her head on her lap. Deirdre stroked Jane’s hair and allowed her other hand to find Jane’s right breast, stroking her nipple with circular motions with her index finger. “Jane, we can’t afford to have you get out of control again. Do you want me to help you with that?

Jane shook her head yes in Deirdre’s lap.

“Good then,” said Deirdre firmly. Her voice had changed; it was no longer comforting, but demanding. “From now on you must do exactly as I say. Do you understand?”

Jane shuddered as she heard the loud crack of Deirdre’s hand and the pain burn into her right ass cheek.

“Do you understand?” Jane shook her head, just as the second blow was administered, this time harder.

“Do you understand? Speak when you are spoken to and the only answer I want to hear is yes!”

“Yes, yes. Please don’t hit me again,” sobbed Jane in confusion.

“Good then, if you do exactly what I say not only will you enjoy our time together, but it will make our work a lot easier. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” was the immediate reply.

“OK, now get in the shower and clean yourself up.”

As Jane padded off to the shower, Deirdre looked up to the mirror overhead and mouthed the words “are you rolling” as she smiled into the mirror.

“What the hell is she up to?” said Richard from the other side of the full length mirror.”

“I don’t know, but knowing Deirdre, it will be film worthy,” said George.

As Jane was finishing her shower Deirdre opened one of the mirrored panels on the adjacent wall. Hanging inside were whips and crops and various other bondage paraphernalia, including cuffs and other restraints.

“What the hell is she doing? Doesn’t she know we have to be on a plane in an hour?” said Richard with some frustration.

“Deirdre knows what she is doing. Don’t worry about it,” was George’s response.

When Deirdre heard the water shut off she chose a black hood from the shelf inside the hidden compartment and walked toward the bathroom. As she did, she let the dressing gown she was wearing drop to the floor. Deirdre reached the bathroom just as Jane was finishing drying her hair with a towel.

As Jane looked up in the mirror she could see Deirdre in the doorway. Deirdre was wearing a leather thong and bra, with her nipples protruding from the open front. Both leather pieces were studded with sharp stainless steel pikes. Deirdre had let her raven hair down out of the bun and it cascaded over her shoulders. Jane could feel the warmth coming back between her legs. Deirdre looked both wicked and stunningly beautiful.

“Jane you’re keeping me waiting and I don’t like to wait. Get over here and turn around. Quicker! I don’t have all day. Get over here and turn around.” Jane had been confused by Deirdre’s change in behavior, but she didn’t want to screw things up any further. When Jane did as she was told Deirdre finished drying her hair and her back and then her ass.

“Now turn around and face me,” said Deirdre as she finished drying Jane’s shoulders, then her breasts and stomach and finally her pussy. As Deirdre slid the towel between Jane’s legs Jane spread them wider, taking a deep breathe to calm herself. Jane wasn’t going to take any chances, she was determined to control her urges.

“Good girl,” complimented Deirdre. “You’re learning. As a matter of fact, from now on you may only have an orgasm when I give you permission. Do you understand?”

Jane immediately said yes without even thinking. She really didn’t understand why, but she wanted to please Deirdre.

“Good. Now do you know what kind of outfit this is?” asked Deirdre.

“I think I saw one in a magazine once. Isn’t it called a dominators outfit?” replied Jane.

Deirdre smiled at Jane but as she did so her eyes narrowed as she got back into character. “Dominatrix, and who wears a dominatrix’s outfit Jane?”

“Well I don’t know…” before she could get another word out Deirdre had reached over and twisted Jane’s left nipples violently. “Down on your knees, NOW!”

Jane got on her knees immediately even as her shrieks of pain became whimpers.

“This is what the master wears. I am your new master and you will do whatever I tell you from now on. You already agreed to that, didn’t you?” said Deirdre sternly.

“Yes, yes!” cried Jane as Deirdre abused her nipple even more violently.

Jane wanted to cry, but she was in shock at the way Deirdre was treating her. Jane’s eyes were shut tight trying to deal with the pain that was throbbing through her breast. What was happening? Before she could answer herself Deirdre had an answer for her.

Suddenly Jane was in total darkness; the black hood had been pulled over her head and pulled tight around her neck.

“Hold your hands high over your head and don’t lower them unless I tell you to. Now follow me,” demanded Deirdre as she grabbed Jane’s other nipple and led the way into the bedroom.

“Kneel,” barked Deirdre. “You were a very bad girl today and you almost upset all of our plans for you. I’m going to make sure that doesn’t happen again. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” was the immediate response.

Jane could hear Deirdre just a few feet away and could hear the jingling of what sounded like chains. The next thing Jane felt was the cold metal of handcuffs being applied to her wrists. Jane was shaking now and crying openly. My God, was she going to be killed. She started to lower her hands and suddenly she felt a sharp sting on her right buttock, but it wasn’t Deirdre’s hand. “I said keep your arms up. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” was the replay, followed by another immediate blow to Jane’s right buttock.

“Yes what?” demanded Deirdre.

“I don’t…” Jane’s scream replaced her words as she received another lash.

“Yes what? Who am I?” snarled Deirdre.

“Yes master” Jane whimpered in reply.

“That’s better. From now on the only words I want to hear from you, unless I give you permission to speak, are Yes Master. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master,” was the immediate response.

“Excellent, you may make a good slave yet.”

Jane could hear Deirdre moving across the room again and could hear the sound of more jingling chains. Now the feel of cold metal was surrounding Jane’s waist.

“You may lower your hands now slave,” said Deirdre finally.

As Jane did so Deirdre locked the handcuffs to the front of the chain around Jane’s waist.

“We are about to leave now and we will be traveling for several hours. During the trip I expect you to do exactly as I say. If you do not, you will be punished very severely. Do you understand?” said Deirdre gravely.

“Yes Master,” said Jane in a low voice.

“Do you have any questions? You may speak.” said Deirdre

“Where are we going?” asked Jane, before she heard and felt the crack!

“You mean where are we going master?” corrected Deirdre.

“Where are we going, Master?” asked Jane haltingly as she tried to deal with the pain of the latest blow.

“Slaves don’t need to know where they are going. But I can tell you we will be there for at least a couple of weeks. It is in the desert and we will be meeting Dr. Contreras there. We will be at a very secluded ranch with nothing for miles around and you will be able to swim and get plenty of sun at the large pool. You should enjoy yourself. You should thank your master for being so kind to you. Do you thank your master?”

“Yes, thank you master.” said Jane meekly.

“Good. Now stand up and we can get ready to go.” commanded Deirdre.

Jane heard the rattling of chains again and felt one being dropped around her neck. Deirdre grasped the leash as she led Jane from the room. Naked except for the hood, Jane cautiously followed behind Deirdre. They rode the elevator down to the first floor and Deirdre lead Jane into the main corridor. It was cold. Jane could feel the cold air wafting across her body. The outer door must be open, she thought. Deirdre yanked the chain lightly and said, “Knell here and do not move until l get back.”

Jane knelt there in complete darkness shivering from the cold air. How long would she have to stay there on the cold floor, she thought.

Deirdre disappeared into the adjacent room. The rest of the team was there waiting for her. They all smiled as she entered. “Just like the old days,” said George. Everyone laughed.

“Don’t get your hopes up boys. I don’t plan on coming out of retirement,” said Deirdre sarcastically.

As Deirdre spoke, she put on the clothing that she had left out on her overnight bag, dressing quickly. As she dressed Richard came over. “At first I was worried, but that was pure genius.”

“It made sense,” said Deirdre, “she has a submissive personality, especially to put up with the zero Martin for all those years. I can’t understand why I didn’t see it sooner. We shouldn’t have any problems with her from now on. As a matter of fact, this actually plays really well into our overall game plan for her. This girl’s libido is off the charts. From now on we need get her close, but not let her have any orgasms. We need to get her as ramped up as possible and not let her have any release. When we get to pay day, it will pay off in spades.” Both Deirdre and Richard laughed at the unintended double entendre.

“OK everyone,” Deirdre said, “Jane is out in the hallway. No one is to talk with her or interact with her. From now on, Jane is my slave. That is not to say that we can’t share her on the way to the desert on the airplane, but you have to ask me first and she needs to hear you asking me. When I give you permission, then you can have your way with her. One more thing, you can fuck her brains out, but no orgasms for her. That’s really important. We want her all amped up when we get to D-Day two weeks from now. We’ve already paid for the satellite time and that is a hard schedule.”

“OK boss” was the group response.

“You mean Master,” said Richard. Everyone laughed.

The Product Ch. 07 by darkdeceptions

As they ambled down the corridor with their bags Deirdre walked ahead and picked up Jane’s leash. “Move slave. It is time to go.”

As they approached the open door it got colder and colder. Jane had goose bumps all over her naked skin. Everyone else was wearing jackets to protect themselves from the cold as they walked out to the waiting vans. Deirdre stepped up into the back door of the first van. Grabbing Jane’s arms, she helped Jane step up into the van without banging her shins on the vehicle’s metal frame. “Sit on the floor slave. The seats are for our guests.”

As Deirdre and Jane sat in the van, the rest of the team finished loading all the equipment and luggage in the panel truck behind them. The cameramen would drive the panel truck and the product team would ride in the van with Deirdre and Jane, with Todd driving.

The van was outfitted with plush seats on both sides. As the team sat down Jane was thankful the doors were finally closed as she sat shivering in the middle of the floor continuing to weep softly as she contemplated her fate. Everyone settled in for the ride to the airport. As they got out onto the freeway Deirdre reminded Todd, “No tickets.”

“No shit,” was Todd’s response, looking back at their chained and hooded naked slave. Todd had no desire to replace Jane’s sweet ass with his own at the county jail.

George was sitting directly across from Deirdre. When they finally made eye contact George gave Deirdre a questioning look and nodded down toward Jane. George never got to participate, since he was always behind a camera. Deirdre smiled back nodding her head yes.

“Slave, turn around,” commanded Deirdre.

Jane shimmied around clanking her chains as she went. Deirdre reached around Jane’s head and opened the Velcro snap located at the mouth of the hood.

“Slave, worship the cock that is about to be generously provided you.”

George’s pants were already down around his ankles and his cock was at full staff. Although it was not impressive by the standards of the other men in the van, George’s prowess was on the other end of the camera.

Even with the flap open, Jane couldn’t see anything. It wasn’t until George grabbed the back of the hood and guided Jane’s mouth to his cock that she could finally see the head, just as he pushed it into her open mouth.

“Don’t embarrass me slave. Do a good job. Suck that cock dry and don’t soil my carpeting. Swallow every drop.”

Jane went to work on George’s cock with a great deal of encouragement from George. He was fucking her face with reckless abandon. It didn’t take long. George never even got as far as exploring Jane’s throat. Jane could feel the pumping cum in George’s cock and she swallowed as quickly as she could, trying to keep up with the sticky paste. Jane swallowed every mouthful as it spurted from George’s cock. Jane sucked the remaining cum from the head of George’s cock and then licked the cum from his shaft and the cum that was dripping from the corner of her mouth. Jane sat back on her haunches, breathing deeply.

“Good work slave. That was an excellent job; with very little training you are proving to be an excellent cock sucker. After a couple of weeks more practice you’ll be ready for the big time.” Deirdre looked around and everyone was laughing quietly.

They were approaching the private airport and then quickly pulled into the hanger. Richard got out of the van first and went over to meet with the pilots. As he kept them occupied Deirdre pulled some sweatpants onto Jane and a hoodie over her top. The group walked toward the airplane ramp, keeping Jane on the opposite side from the pilots’ view. Richard kept the pilots busy until Jane was safely on the plane and sequestered in the rear private compartment.

Like the van, the back compartment had seating all the way around, forming nearly a complete oval. Deirdre led Jane to the middle of the room and told her to sit down on the floor. Jane was a quick learner and she already knew the drill. Jane lurched when she felt the riding crop brush up against her back, but Deirdre was only stroking her. “You have been a very good slave thus far. Until we get in the air, I don’t want to hear a sound from you.”

With that, Deirdre pulled the hoodie from Jane. “Stand up.” Now Deirdre removed the sweat pants. Again, Jane lurched at the touch of the riding crop on her bare bottom this time. Deirdre rubbed it across Jane’s bottom until she found the space between her legs. After removing the sweat pants, Jane was on all fours now. Deirdre stroked Jane’s pussy with the narrow crop as Jane lifted her ass to meet the leather. Deirdre began lightly slapping Jane’s moist pussy with the crop, teasing her with each light blow.

Deirdre could tell that Jane was getting close as Jane’s breathing became heavier. With one loud crack, Jane felt the pain singe her right buttock. “Remember slave, I told you, no orgasms unless I say so. Now get your ass on the floor.”

Jane was beside herself. She had been so close. The truth be told, she had enjoyed being a slave thus far. When she used to masturbate, her fantasies were often about being held hostage and being ravished. Jane sat quietly, excited about what might happen to her next.

The guys had loaded all the equipment in the front of the plane and the entire staff made their way to the rear compartment for the trip to Arizona. Everyone found their seats and strapped in. Deirdre helped Jane from the floor and put her in the seat next to her and strapped her in for takeoff.

As they whisked down the runway and lifted off Jane felt a rush at the unexpected liftoff. Jane wondered if she would be allowed to sit there for the rest of the trip. As they gained altitude and made the turn back toward the east, Jane sat back in the seat and relaxed briefly, lost in her thoughts.

Jane could hear the conversations going on around her. Deirdre was talking to Richard about the video they had already shot and how Jane seemed to be eating the lens. The cameramen were talking techno stuff, although their conversation would occasionally turn to how much they would like a piece of Jane’s ass.

Tom, Kieran and George were discussing the shooting schedule for the next day and strategizing about what they could do on the 4 or 5 days when they would have to go dark. They finally decided they would spend the time in the editing room and work their way through the video and stills they already had. Jane couldn’t understand how the few minutes of video that had been shot in the studio could take so long, but then, she really didn’t know anything about this business.

Jane was relaxed now and when Richard asked Deirdre if Jane liked her new hair styling and color, without thinking Jane blurted out, “Yes I think the color matches my skin really well. I’m really happy with it.”

The next thing Jane knew she had been tugged roughly by the chain around her neck and went sprawling on the floor of the cabin. Jane knew what was next and she didn’t have to wait very long. The crack of the riding crop and the burning sensation were almost simultaneous. Jane screamed loudly. That was the hardest Deirdre had hit her. As Jane got up on all fours she was greeted with another stroke, this time even harder. “I told you slave, not a sound.”

“Do you understand slave? Shake your head, if you understand.” said Deirdre harshly.

Jane shook her head furiously, not wanting any more punishment. Jane thought that she might have to rethink how much fun this was just as the next lash came, and then another. Jane started whimpering with sounds that were barely audible. One lash came after another until Jane collapsed to the floor of the cabin. Jane lay there whimpering for what seemed like hours, even though it was only a few minutes. She was thankful that the lashing was over.

Deirdre grabbed the hood and yanked Jane’s head up to her mouth. “I told you to be a good slave. I guess I was just too lenient with you. I won’t make that mistake again.”

Now Jane could hear Deirdre talking to someone in a low voice at the opposite end of the cabin. She heard the door open and close and then open and close again a few minutes later. Deirdre stood Jane up and moved her over into the corner. She could hear something being rolled out on the floor. She could also hear the murmur on conversation from the opposite corner of the room. As she was trying to make out the conversation Jane suddenly felt a familiar set of hands rubbing oil into her skin.

Sophie rubbed the oil into every inch of Jane’s body to the point where Sophie’s hands just slid from one spot to another. Sophie was leading Jane back to the center of the cabin now, but she no longer felt the carpet under her bare feet. She was on plastic and it made a crunching noise as she walked across it to the center of the cabin.

Jane could feel the handcuffs being released from the chain around her waist. Her hands were being lifted above her head. These were no longer Sophie’s hands, these were larger stronger hands and they were handling her roughly. The handcuffs were reattached above her head and she was left to hang there momentarily. Jane could feel ropes being attached to her ankles and tied tight. The ropes were smooth and were being pulled apart as her legs were spread wide. Jane was almost airborne now.

Jane’s heart was racing now. She had never expected this. This wasn’t part of any of her fantasies. She was shaking now. She couldn’t imagine what was going to happen to her next. She didn’t want to know.

Deirdre was whispering into Jane’s ear now, her voice so soft that Jane had to strain to make out the words, but her tone was menacing. “I told you slave, that disobedience would be dealt with harshly. Now you are going to find out just how harshly. You have no one to blame but yourself for what is about to happen to you.”

Deirdre removed the hood in one motion. Jane’s eyes struggled in the bright lights. There were photographic umbrellas set up all around the edge of the cabin. Jane’s eyes slowly adjusted to the bright lights and she could see the blue tarp beneath her. She could also see that her handcuffs were attached to a chain connected to one of the cargo hooks overhead. As she looked down, she could see that the ropes her ankles were attached to were tied off to similar hooks in the bottom corners of the cabin underneath the seating.

As Jane looked straight forward, she was surprised by what she saw. With the exception of George, who was manning the camera that was shining the brightest of the lights in her face, all the men were wearing black hoods and were completely naked. Like Jane, the men had oiled their bodies and to a man, they all had raging hardons. Most of them were stroking their cocks with their oily hands keeping themselves fully hard.

“You have the biggest cock, I want you on the bottom,” said Deirdre as she grabbed the prodigious cock and ushered him forward. “Trust me Jane, you’ll have a hard time taking it all. I do.”

Deirdre grabbed the next cock. “I want you out in front. And as she grabbed the third cock, “you get to bring up the rear. I know you have been coveting that ass for a very long time.” The rest of you can wait your turns, but let’s keep up the pace, we only have an hour and a half before we have to buckle back in for the landing.”

Deirdre stepped forward one last time and leaned over to whisper again in Jane’s ear, “After this, you’ll never disobey me again.” Deirdre smiled as she looked at Jane’s horror stricken face. Deirdre moved to the side where she would have a front row seat. “Boys, she is all yours.”

Jane’s body was really shaking now. As Tom moved forward he laid down on the tarp underneath Jane’s outstretched legs. Deirdre tossed one of the cameramen the keys to the cuffs and he unlocked Jane’s hands with each of the cameramen grabbing her by one of her wrists tightly, stretching her arms away from her body.

Slowly they lowered Jane toward the massive cock that awaited her as she shook uncontrollably, fearing the massive prick would tear her apart. Tom had really pumped it up with his own hand job. He held it up with his right hand waiting for the cameramen to impale Jane on it. Todd’s had been longer, but Tom’s was massively thick. Jane’s pussy began to quiver as she was lowered toward it.

As she could feel the head of the massive cock penetrating the layers of flesh on the outside of her pussy, she had to look away. There was Deirdre sitting there with an evil smile mouthing the words. “Don’t ever disobey me again.”

By the time Jane’s cunt had swallowed the first two inches of the huge cock she felt like she was being split in half. Each inch brought even greater pain. By the time Tom’s cock was half way in it was just too much and Jane screamed loudly.

Deirdre turned to Kieran, “Get a cock in her mouth before she has the pilots back here.” Kieran grabbed Jane by the hair and forced his cock in her mouth. He wasted no time in working his cock to the back of her mouth and began the pleasurable job of exploring the further reaches of Jane’s throat.

Tom was almost all the way in now and Jane’s ass was quivering uncontrollably from the pain of the massive cock. As Tom was finally in up to the hilt he paused for a moment and then began a piston like motion driving his cock deep into Jane at a rapid rate.

Were it not for Kieran’s cock in Jane’s mouth, her screams of pain could have been heard back in Los Angeles. The more Jane screamed however, the more the vibrations engorged Kieran’s cock as he stroked in and out of her gaping mouth.

“OK, it’s time to man the caboose and get this train really chugging,” said Deirdre now. Jane’s eyes got really wide as she realized what was going to happen to her. Her screams muffled by Kieran’s cock, Jane struggled to free her hands, but the cameramen held them firmly. As Richard stepped up behind Jane she could feel him slapping his cock against her asshole.

Jane was squeezing her ass as tight as she could, but the more she did so, the worse Tom’s cock hurt in her already filled pussy. Richard slapped his cock against Jane’s asshole again. When that didn’t work, he slapped her ass hard repeatedly on both side with each hand.

Out of the corner of her eye Jane could see Deirdre moving in her direction. Sure enough the riding crop cracked against her bare ass. “Loosen up Jane.” Deirdre commanded. Crack. “Loosen it up.” Now two more quick and forceful lashes to Jane’s already inflamed ass. With that she surrendered and Richard quickly began to force his enormous cock up Jane’s asshole.

Jane’s whole body was shaking like a leaf now. Jane’s was now just one raw nerve ending. Jane’s breathing was becoming labored and there was no fight left. The cameramen no longer had to keep Jane’s arms stretch out, her arms had gone limp. Both cameramen wrapped her fingers around their cocks and she was meekly jerking them off. Jane was completely defeated. There was no fight left.

As the three men got close to finishing, each pulled out. Jane collapsed to the tarp and the cameramen released her ankles from the restraints. They rolled Jane over and as they stood over her, continuing to stroke their cocks, they each shot their load in her face as she lay there flailing around on the tarp like a caught fish.

As Tom, Kieran and Richard moved to the bathroom in the back of the cabin to clean themselves and get ready to land, the cameramen, and the Chippendale boys took their place. For the next hour each of them took turns, with each of them taking a trip around the world. By the time the plane was ready to land everyone had cleaned up, the equipment was put away and Jane had been cleaned up by Sophie, since Jane could barely stand on her own now.

Jane had receded into her own world, completely detached from reality. As she sat on her seat, she continued to quiver, whining softly to herself as she rocked back and forth. Deirdre sat down next to her and in a soft voice whispered, “are you going to be a good girl now?”

Jane couldn’t respond but shook her head yes and you could hear her whine “ah huh” repeatedly as she continued to rock back and forth.

“I know you can be a good girl. So tomorrow we can start fresh,” said Deirdre soothingly. “As long as you do exactly as I say you will be treated well. Now go to sleep until the plane lands.”

When the plane landed in Scottsdale there was no reason to hood Jane again, she was fast asleep. Sophie dressed her in the hoodie and sweat pants and the cameramen carried her off the plane and to the waiting vehicles. There were three SUVs to get them to the ranch. It would be a couple hours of tough driving before they arrived. Jane was on the back seat of one of the SUVs with her head resting in Sophie’s lap.

Jane drifted in and out of consciousness on the trip to the ranch, with the bumpy road occasionally stirring her awake. Sophie would stroke her hair until she returned to her fitful sleep. Occasionally Jane could hear Deirdre and Richard talking in the front seat.

“Was that really necessary?” she could hear Richard asking Deirdre.

“Maybe not, but she needed to learn a lesson. Besides did you see the video that George captured? The guy is a genius. Poor lighting and on a moving plane! I think the bad lighting actually worked in our favor it makes the entire episode look even more horrific than it was and it was pretty horrific. Remember, we won’t be able to shoot anything after tomorrow and we’ll be dark for three or four days.”

“Yeah,” said Richard, “I suppose you’re right. But we have to go a little easier on her tomorrow. And no more yanking on her nipples or abusing her breasts. That could really set us back and we can’t afford that.”

Jane didn’t understand what they were talking about, but she was glad to hear her day tomorrow would be easier, as she drifted back to sleep.

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When Jane woke up she could feel the warm sunlight radiating on her through the window. She didn’t remember arriving last night, but vaguely remembered Sophie helping her to the bathtub for a warm bath. Sophie sponged Jane clean and washed her hair. Sophie had also applied some lotion to the welts forming on Jane’s ass to reduce the swelling and help her heal more quickly.

As Jane lay in bed she could see the saguaros outside her window and the mountains in the distance. The windows were open and the weather was really pleasant for February. As Jane got up, still a little wobbly on her legs, she moved to the window to take in the vista outside her room. She was amazed how still it was. Jane could hear a hawk in the distance and mockingbirds chirping in a nearby cottonwood tree. The most remarkable thing, she thought, was that there was nothing but open desert for as far as she could see.

The previous night on the plane had been like a bad dream. Jane decided to put it out of her mind. She would never cross Deirdre ever again. Of that she was sure. Jane had decided she actually liked the fucking and a little discipline was OK, actually exciting. But she never wanted to get gang banged like that ever again.

The door opened and it was Deirdre with a big smile on her face. “Feeling better today kitten?” Deirdre was carrying a breakfast tray and sat it down on the table in the corner of the room. “I thought I would join you for breakfast. The guys are all in the dining room and they are a rowdy bunch.”

Deirdre took a seat at the table and Jane sat next to her so they could both enjoy the view out the window. Deirdre poured Jane’s coffee and poured her cream. Jane was pleased that Deirdre remembered. It was a light breakfast of yogurt and granola, with some strawberries on the side. As they ate they made small talk for the first time.

“I’m so sorry about last night. But it was necessary. You do understand that, don’t you?” asked Deirdre.

“Yes, I think so,” replied Jane. Jane suddenly realized that Deirdre wasn’t demanding to be called master anymore.

“You look confused. What are you thinking?” asked Deirdre.

“You aren’t making me call you master anymore,” replied Jane.

Deirdre wrapped her hand in Jane’s and reached up and stroked her cheek with the other as she looked deep into Jane’s questioning eyes.

“Is that really necessary anymore?” was the reply.

“No. I’ll never disobey you again, I promise,” said Jane with the proper tone of remorse.

After finishing breakfast, Jane and Deirdre both stood at the same time and as they did, Deirdre stepped closer and kissed Jane fully on the lips. As Jane’s lips parted in surprise Deirdre’s tongue snuck past her lips and into her mouth. Jane wrapped her arms around Deirdre and kissed her back hard. As Deirdre ran her hand through Jane’s hair she could still feel some of the oil from the night before. As Deirdre stepped away she took Jane by the hand and led her to the bathroom.

“Your hair is still a little oily from last night. Let me wash it for you.” As they stepped into the bathroom Deirdre began to undress Jane, pulling the panties down to the floor as Jane stepped out of them. Deirdre could smell the musk of Jane’s abused pussy as she rose back up to pull the teddy over her head. As Jane stood there, Deirdre started the shower.

It was open just like the one back in LA. As a matter of fact, it looked identical, as did the bedroom. Deirdre slowly removed her clothing, almost as though she were putting on a show for Jane.

When she finished she took Jane by the hand and led her into the shower. As they shared the pulsing water from overhead the two women wrapped their arms around each other as they kissed deeply again. Deirdre’s breasts were uncommonly firm and her nipples seemed to be in a constant state of erection. Deirdre let Jane explore and play with them, eventually drawing Jane’s head toward her breast inviting Jane to suck on her nipples.

As Jane sucked on Deirdre’s breasts, Jane could feel the now familiar warmth returning between her legs. Sensing Jane’s arousal, Deirdre switched gears and reached for the shampoo. “Remember, we are here to wash your hair.”

Jane was disappointed, but she remembered what Deirdre had said about orgasms, so she quickly turned around to let Deirdre wash her hair. When they finished showering the women dried each other off. Returning to the bedroom, Deirdre laid spread eagle on the bed. Jane looked at her questioningly. Deirdre recognized the look.

“I said you couldn’t have an orgasm, I didn’t say anything about me.” said Deirdre smiling.

Realizing what was being asked of her, Jane made her way to the bed. Jane had been dreaming about burying her face in Deirdre’s pussy since the first day. She could almost smell Deirdre’s sweet pussy gyrating over her head in her dreams. Jane was still aroused but she knew that it was Deirdre’s turn. As Jane knelt between Deirdre’s legs she dropped down on the bed so she could give Deirdre’s moistening pussy her full attention. Jane had never eaten pussy before, or so she thought, so this was uncharted territory. The smell of Deirdre’s pussy was intoxicating to Jane as she buried her face in it.

At the first nip of Jane’s teeth, Deirdre realized that some coaching would be necessary. “Don’t use your teeth. Use your tongue to lick and your lips to suck. When you are a little more experience, then you can use your teeth.”

Deirdre smiled knowingly down at Jane who returned to Deirdre’s pussy with renewed enthusiasm. It took a while for Jane to find Deirdre’s special spot, but in no time Deirdre’s hips and ass were rising and lowering to the rhythm of Jane’s tongue and lips.

As Deirdre became more excited she reversed her position and rolled Jane over on top of her. As Jane returned her tongue to the depths of Deirdre’s wet pussy, Deirdre turned her attention to Jane’s asshole driving her tongue in as deep as it would go. Jane let out a deep gasp at the pleasurable feeling emanating from her backside.

Both women rolled over on their sides to afford each other deeper penetration into their respective holes. Deirdre was getting close now and the more she drove her tongue into Jane’s asshole and then reamed it on the way out, the more ardently Jane drove Deirdre toward her orgasm.

Jane surprised Deirdre by driving her index finger into her ass and the added excitement drove Deirdre over the edge as she tightened her thighs around Jane’s head and bucked herself to completion.

As Deirdre rolled off she could see that Jane was all hot and bothered. Good, she thought. Let’s keep her that way. Deirdre sat on the edge of the bed and she leaned over and kissed Jane on the cheek.

“Thanks. I needed that,” said Deirdre as she got up to leave.

Putting on her robe Deirdre told Jane to shower again and meet her at the far end of the hallway for a meeting at 11. “Oh and clothing is optional. As a matter of fact it is very optional.”

Jane knew better than to question Deirdre now. She would do as she was told. At 11 a.m. she was padding down the hallway in her birthday suit, not knowing what to expect next.

As she opened the door and entered the room Dr. Contreras and Deirdre were already there along with Richard. They turned and smiled at Jane as she walked in the room.

“Good morning Jane,” said Dr. Contreras, “so nice to see you again.”

Jane walked up to join them and as she did Deirdre decided to fill her in on why they were there. “Jane, as you know we have put a great deal of effort into this project and we are nearing the final rollout. There are still a couple of details to be attended to and that is what we propose to do over the next few days.”

Deirdre stopped briefly to let her words sink in.

“The final phase of the process is to help you transform yourself into the new ravishingly beautiful, sensuous and exciting woman you are becoming. That is why Dr. Contreras is here to assist us. I believe when Sophie was doing your hair you told her you were attracted to the image of the woman in the illustration she showed you. The image she showed you was one that Dr. Contreras produced and it is his rendering of how he proposes that you look in the future.”

Although surprised, Jane continued listening intently and said nothing. She didn’t want to say the wrong thing to Deirdre so she said, “Yes. I was struck by the image. She was beautiful.” Jane turned to Dr. Contreras and looked at him directly.

“Can you make me beautiful like that?” Jane asked Dr. Contreras earnestly.

“Yes, of course my dear, but those are not the only changes…improvements that I propose. Would you like to see them all? I can show you on the computer right over hear.”

This was going easier than Deirdre thought it would. Richard sensed what Deirdre was thinking and shook his head in silent agreement.

Jane was starting to like the new her and was excited to see what Dr. Contreras could do. She was so focused on seeing what the new her might look like she had completely forgotten that she was stark naked. Deirdre noticed it too. We have come a long way in a short time, she thought.

As Dr. Contreras moved the mouse the large plasma screen on the wall lit up. Jane could see a more detailed version of the new face that Dr. Contreras was proposing. He pointed out the changes he proposed to her nose and to her eyes. As he zoomed the image out the front of Jane’s body came into full view. “As you can see I propose to enlarge your breasts slightly and lift them. Not too big, but not too small either,” Contreras said smiling.

As Contreras spun the image to a side view the true size of Jane’s new breasts really became apparent. Jane was impressed. She had always wished she had larger breasts.

“I can only show you so much on the computer. If you would be so kind as to step up on this riser, I can demonstrate the changes more easily,” said Contreras as he guided Jane up on to the low riser, switching on the intense overhead lights. As Jane stood on the pedestal, Dr. Contreras outlined the places around Jane’s eyes and nose where he proposed to make changes. Jane could follow Contreras’ hands by watching herself in the full length mirror on the opposite wall.

Contreras now moved to Jane’s breasts where he lifted each of them from the bottom to show how they would now hang higher on her chest. He also pointed out where he would make the incisions to add the enhancements.

“While it isn’t critical yet, we could also firm up Jane’s buttocks as well,” said Contreras. “Could you please turn around for a moment my dear,” he said as he slowly turned her around. The doctor grabbed the bottom of each of Jane’s cheeks and lifted them to show how they could be firmed up.

“Would that increase the recovery time,” Deirdre asked Contreras.

“Only by a couple of days, three at the most,” he responded.

Deirdre looked at Richard and he was shaking his head no.

“I think that this is something we can come back to at a later date. We are currently on a very tight schedule as we approach this product rollout, said Deirdre. “So I think we need to stick to the procedures we have already discussed.”

“Very well,” said Dr. Contreras. “Perhaps by then the young lady will be ready to have her vagina tightened up a bit. As I told you the other day, Jane has a very lovely vagina.”

Jane would have gone beet red a few days ago, but today, she actually appreciated Dr. Contreras’ compliment.

“So we are agreed?” asked Dr. Contreras.

“Yes,” said Deirdre.

“And you young lady?”

Jane looked to Deirdre quickly and then back to Dr. Contreras. “Yes, of course.”

“Good, then there is no reason why we can’t proceed at once,” said Dr. Contreras enthusiastically. “Young lady, follow me and by tomorrow, there will be a whole new you!”

Jane followed the doctor out the door and down to the middle of the hallway where another corridor led to the opposite side of the large ranch house. As Jane stepped through the door at the end of this hallway she has surprised to see a full operating room on the other side of the glass paneled wall just inside the doorway.

“I’m going to leave you in the care of my surgical nurse now. This shouldn’t take more than a few hours at most. After that you will need to rest in bed for a day. After that, I suggest that you spend plenty of time by the pool and let the sun work its magic. You should be back to full activity in a matter of four or five days. You can look forward to seeing your new beautiful new self…as will I.” With that Contreras disappeared back out the door and left Jane in the care of the nurse.


The next few days passed quickly. For the first two days, Jane was in the care of the nurse, who brought her meals to her room on the surgical side of the complex. Jane didn’t see the rest of the team until the third day when she joined them at the pool. By day five most of the swelling had gone down and Jane was getting back to normal, but with new bigger eyes, her pixie nose and large beautifully proportioned breasts.

Deirdre was joining Jane for lunch every day now and they engaged in idle girl talk. Jane was opening up to Deirdre and was confiding herself to her. Jane had a bunch of questions regarding what was next, but the answers she got from Deirdre were vague at best. She guessed it had to do with the imminent product roll out.

At lunch the previous day Jane had confided that of all the things she had done since coming to work for Deirdre, the one thing she could never do again was the gang bang. Deirdre could tell from the way that Jane said it, that she was absolutely adamant.

With only a little more than a week left until D-Day, Deirdre was concerned and decided to talk to Richard about it. He had gone back to LA to take care of business, not the least of which was arranging for the movers to place all of Jane’s belongings in storage and to talk Jane’s husband into taking the plea deal that was being offered to him. With good behavior he could be out in five years. Richard decided to wait until after D-Day to give Jane the news.

Deirdre met Richard at the airport that night and filled him in on her concerns. On the way out of town Richard developed a plan, but he would have to stay in Phoenix one more day before returning to the ranch.

When Deirdre got back she took the rest of the team aside and set Richard’s plan in motion. With D-Day just a week away they would give Jane two more days to soak up the rays and become her radiant new self. In the meantime they would get Jane to buy into the new identity they had created for her, to become her online persona and public identity.

Deirdre called a staff meeting for the morning and they would review the plans then and fill Jane in at the same time. In the meantime Jane was getting plenty of rest and plenty of sun. This new sedate life wasn’t sitting real well with Jane. Now that her libido had been freed, she was hornier than hell.

The staff meeting was held early, so as not to interfere with Jane’s sun time. In typical fashion Deirdre opened the meeting and got right down to business. Deirdre went through all the marketing studies they had done and covered the findings from their focus groups and the bottom line was that Jane needed a new name, one that the target group could more easily relate to. This sounded fine to Jane, she didn’t want anyone who knew her before to know what she was doing now, and certainly not her children.

“What is the new name?” asked Jane, eager to find out.

“Your new name is going to be Jana Embers. That is the name that tracked best with our focus groups. What do you think?”

“I like it,” said Jane, “it sounds hot.”

“Red hot, to go with your flaming red hair and that raging volcano you have for a libido,” said Kieran as he smiled lustily at Jane.

“Good, then it is settled, Jana it is. We can start getting our marketing materials into production. I’ll make the calls to LA.,” said Deirdre as she closed the short meeting. “Everyone back to work.”

As everyone filed from the room Deirdre tapped Jane on the shoulder and asked her to remain behind. Deirdre closed the door and asked Jane to join her at the table.

“Jane…I mean Jana, I need your help on a very special project. In a couple of days Richard is going to be bringing a couple of very special clients to the ranch. They won’t be here overnight, only for a few hours. But while they are here Richard wants you…I want you…to provide them with some special entertainment. Do you understand what I mean?”

“Yes. I get the drift. How long am I going to have to ‘entertain’ them?”

“For as long as it takes, but it probably won’t be for more than an hour or two,” replied Deirdre. “But here is the important thing. Neither of these young men wants to be recognized so none of you will speak the entire time.”

Deirdre continued, “There is more, they both have this strange fantasy about repeatedly ravishing a woman together to Ravel’s Bolero, so it will be playing loudly the entire time you are with them,” concluded Deirdre. “Oh, I almost forgot, to make sure you don’t recognize them you will be required to wear a mask the entire time.”

“What are these guys, kinky movie stars?” asked the new Jana.

“No, but they have been on TV recently and you might recognize them or their voices so we need to protect their identity. I can’t tell you how much this may mean to the overall success of our product rollout. These young men are in a unique position to assure our success,” emphasized Deirdre. “Are you onboard?”

“Of course,” replied Jana, not wanting to disappoint Deirdre.

The next couple of days flew by quickly. Each day Jana got plenty of sun and her body looked better and better, especially as the bronze tan replaced Jana’s formerly milky complexion. Deirdre would have other members of the team join her periodically in her bedroom or at the pool to partake of her pleasures, but no matter how hard she tried, they never let her get off, since it mostly consisted of blow jobs. Jana’s sexual frustration was off the charts.

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Today was the day that Richard was going to arrive back at the ranch and that was especially exciting for Jana because she was finally going to get to have real sex again, even if it was with a couple of young kinks. As the day progressed Jana went through her daily ritual and spent time at the pool and took a long nap. As the evening approached Jana rose and showered. She was actually looking forward to this strange tryst after so many days without any sexual release. Jana was hopeful that she would finally be allowed to have an orgasm.

Jana could hear the car pull up, but it was on the opposite side of the house. Deirdre came in and said she was there to prep Jana for the engagement with the two young men. Deirdre had brought along an outfit for Jana to wear. Jana looked at it and was surprised. There was a lot more clothing than she was used to wearing since she went to work for Deirdre. There was a robe, a teddy, a pushup bra that would accentual Jana already more ample breasts, panties a corset and long black stocking that attached to a garter belt.

No wonder it might take two hours Jana thought. It will take them an hour to undress me. “Are you sure about all this?”

“Richard was very specific in his instructions, so let’s just go with it,” replied Deirdre.


“Well boys, I can’t tell you how glad we had a chance to talk a couple of days ago,” said Richard. “I’m only sorry that I had to be the bearer of such unpleasant news about your father. It was so nice to see you. I knew from talking to your dad that you both liked to live a little on the wild side, so I’m glad you could join me this evening. This should help lift your spirits and put a little money in your pockets too.”

“My friends here could use a couple of new talents like you. The stuff they do is very high class, not for your average guy. Are you guys sure you are up for this? I don’t want this getting back to your mom,” said Richard emphatically.

“No way! We are good to go. How difficult is fucking,” said Jim.

“Bring it on!” was John’s reply.

“OK boys but don’t say I didn’t give you a chance to back out,” said Richard. “Here is the setup boys…in a few minutes I am going to take you down the hallway to one of our rooms. You won’t be able to see the cameras because they are on the opposite side of the mirrors, but they will be filming you the whole time. Once you walk in you have to remain in character. You are brutal sadists bent on raping and humiliating the beautiful whore you have hired for the night. But here is the hook, she is to remain blindfolded the entire time and none of you may talk. Neither of you are actors and we don’t want you worrying about remembering lines. Plus, it adds to the sense of tension. Do you understand?”

“Sure,” said John.

“OK and one last thing, some classical music will be playing in the background. I’ve listened to it and it isn’t too bad and it kind of captures the mood we are going for. One last thing, you can rip her clothes off, in fact we encourage you to do so, and you can fuck her silly. But no marks on her body. She needs to be in tip top shape for a big shoot that is coming up in a couple of days. Got it?”

“Absolutely,” replied Jim.

“Well then, get your clothes off and follow me down the hallway. Remember no marks on her body and the blindfold stays on…and no talking!” Richard grabbed each of them by the arm for emphasis.

As they reached the end of the hallway Richard put his hand on each of their shoulders, “if you boys do well with this, we may have some more work for you down the line. The pay is good and you’re going to need it considering what happened to your dad. I just wish I could have gotten him a better plea deal.”

Richard knocked once on the door and Deirdre arrived to meet them. As she escorted the naked boys into the room she couldn’t help notice that both of them were really well endowed. That certainly wasn’t Deirdre’s experience with their father.

Deirdre stroked each of their cocks with her hands and then pulled them over to where she wanted them to stand near the foot of the bed. When they got to the edge of the bed Deirdre released their cocks and held her finger to her lips to remind them of the code of silence.

As Deirdre walked over to the stereo to turn on the music both boys sized her up from head to toe. Both thought they would really like to fuck that bitch too. With the first strains of Bolero coming from the stereo Deirdre walked back over to the bed and took Jana by the hand and escorted her to a point where she was directly between them.

Deirdre stood back a bit and again grabbed each of the boys’ cocks. She stroked them until they were really hard and at full staff. Deirdre leaned forward and whispered in Jana’s ear, “don’t disappoint me…and not a sound,” as she licked Jana’s earlobe. As Deirdre moved off toward the door she stopped briefly to turn and put her index finger to her lips one last time. The boys got the message.

Jana stood very still, trembling slightly, waiting for the young men to make their first move. It didn’t take long. Jim grabbed Jana from behind by the hair, almost lifting her off her feet. John grabbed the gown from the front and ripped it to shreds. With Jim’s free hand he grabbed the front of the teddy and ripped it away. Next was the bra as John reached between Jana tits and pulled it off in one clean movement leaving rope burns on Jana’s shoulders.

Jana was breathing hard now. This isn’t exactly what she expected. These boys were playing rough.

Jana’s chest was heaving as the boys each grabbed one of the newly freed tits. Jim cupped the huge breast and squeezed it hard. John sucked the other one into his mouth as far as it would go. Both boys stepped back now catching their breath.

As they surveyed their incomplete work they decided that the corset was next to go. Each boy grabbed the corset with both of their hands at the front and back and ripped it away, almost knocking Jana to the floor.

Jana continued to breathe hard as the boys surveyed what they thought were the most fabulous set of tits they ever saw. Next the garter belt came off in one quick motion as Jim ripped it away and both boys grabbed the corners of the panties and ripped them off viciously, burning the inside of Jana’s thighs.

Naked accept for her stalking, the boys pushed Jana hard back on the bed, sending her flying, each grabbing a stocking and yanking them roughly off her legs. Each boy grabbed an ankle and quickly spun Jana over on her stomach. Before she knew what was happening they had her legs spread wide apart and were tying her ankles with the stocking and then tying the stocking off on the legs of the frame beneath the bed.

Moving to the head of the bed, Jim tightly grabbed a handful of Jana’s hair and violently pulled her up to meet his cock as John grabbed Jana’s hips and pulled her back into his cock.

Neither boy was interested in the foreplay; each of them thrust their cocks viciously into Jana’s mouth and pussy. Jim was all the way down Jana’s throat in one quick motion, just as John’s cock was up to the hilt in her pussy.

Although neither had been paying any attention to the music, both boys found themselves adjusting their thrusts to the rhythm of the music. This was one good whore they thought, each looking the other in the eye and nodding their heads. They were going to want to take their time with her. This was just too sweet a piece of ass to not enjoy completely.

As the music continued to build, Jim got tired of mouth fucking Jana and slid down the bed. Knowing what Jim had in mind John withdrew his penis from Jana’s pussy to make room for his brother. Once Jim had the tip of his penis in Jana, John followed him in. Only the heads of each of their cocks were inside Jana now, but as the boys got into their rhythm each was able to gradually push their cocks deeper into Jana.

With a few more strokes both boys were all the way in and alternated their thrusts to the sound of the quickening music. Jana’s pussy felt like it was going to tear open and her body began to shake furiously as her ass quivered like it was receiving electric shocks. In spite of the pain, Jana struggle to remain silent. She knew that nothing the boys could do to her would match what Deirdre would do if she was disobedient.

They looked at each other and couldn’t believe that this bitch wasn’t making so much as a sound. Maybe the occasional whimper, but that was it. Normally the boys had the bitches screaming bloody murder by now, especially the good little church going girls.

Tired of sharing a hole with his brother, John decided he needed his own. As he made his next backward stroke in Jana’s pussy, he immediately drove his cock all the way up to the hilt into Jana’s unsuspecting ass. As Jana lurched in pain the boys smiled at each other. That will show the bitch who is boss.

The music was picking up to a frantic pace now and with it the boys increased the speed of their thrusts. You could hear the smacks of flesh as Jim and John drove their cocks hard into Jana’s holes. As the music was approaching its frantic climax the boys continued to pound Jana’s holes hard, so hard that the stockings snapped as the boys continued to pound into Jana’s holes driving her farther up the bed.

As they slowed down briefly to catch their breath both boys realized that Jane was not only continuing her rocking motion against their cocks but was literally sucking their cocks with the muscles in her pussy and ass. What a fucking whore. She was world class.

Both their cocks stiffened a little more and as the music approached its final climax both boys pulled out with each grabbing Jana by the hair, rolling her over roughly as they deposited their sperm all over her face and into her nose and mouth. Both boys slapped their spent cocks against Jana’s face until the heads of their cocks were free of cum.

As Jana lay there, cum all over her face she was utterly frustrated. The boys had almost gotten her off, but then pulled out at the last minute. Jana rolled over on her side and began to finger herself off as the boys closed the door behind them.

Before Jana knew it, Deirdre was back in the room and pulling Jana’s hand away from her swollen clit. “No, no, no,” Deirdre exclaimed and she gave Jana a sharp smack on the ass. As Deirdre removed the mask she sat on the edge of the bed.

“You did really well Jana. The boys looked pleased as they left. I’m so proud of you Jana…Jana…that has a nice ring to it. It really does fit the new you,” said Deirdre in a pleasant tone of voice. “Now go take a shower and get some sleep. Things are going to get busy around here very soon.” And with that Deirdre was out the door.

As Jana headed to the shower she was glad that Deirdre was pleased with her. For some reason she now craved Deirdre’s approval and almost felt compelled to please her.


Richard was in the car now with the boys and on the way back to Phoenix. “You boys did a fabulous job. The production people were very impressed with you. Remember, I may be in touch soon with some more work for you.”

“Thanks Mr. Saunders for the opportunity. That was one hot bitch,” said Jim.

“Man could that bitch fuck. And that other bitch was really hot to,” added John.

“Well you two boys are a couple of really stone cold mother fuckers if I do say so,” said Richard as he looked in the rearview mirror and caught the eye of Kieran, who was driving. They both smiled to themselves.


Jana woke to the sounds of activity outside her window. In what was usually the horse pasture to the left of the building and a hundred yards away, a crew had arrived and they were erecting a large black circus type tent. Just beyond the tent another crew was positioning a large white utility truck with a white satellite dish on top. Between the sounds of stakes being driven into the ground and the ropes that were hoisting the tent to the top of the center pole, Jana gave up on the idea of sleeping in any later.

After taking a brief shower Jana headed to the kitchen to get some coffee and see what she could rustle up for breakfast. The rest of the team was already there, except for Tom, who she had seen outside talking to the satellite crew. As Jana walked in the kitchen the conversation stopped.

Deirdre turned to see Jana and said good morning. “The rest of the team was just finishing up, but I’ll stay and chat with you for awhile. There is a lot to get done today and everyone has a great deal to do.” As Deirdre looked around at the others at the table they got the message that it was time to take a hike.

“Let me get you some coffee,” Deirdre offered as she pulled out a chair for Jana next to her. As Deirdre poured Jana’s coffee she continued, “The outfit you were wearing was torn to shreds. It looks like the boys got a little rough,” Deirdre said as she handed Jana her coffee and sat down next to her. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“They got a little rough, but I’ve had worse,” said Jana, looking Deirdre straight in the eye.

“We’re running short on time before the rollout. Are you up to going back to work today?” said Deirdre.

“I think so. What will we be doing?” asked Jana.

“The crew should be through setting up the tent for the rollout production later this morning. As soon as the props and sets are in place we want to do a run through so we can test the lighting and equipment and make sure we have the right positions for the cameras. We also need to walk you through the program so you know which marks to hit. This thing is highly choreographed and there are a lot of extras.”

“What time do you want to get started?” asked Jana.

“After the extras arrive, they should be here about noon, so we’ll begin sometime after lunch,” replied Deirdre. “In the meantime, get some sun.”

After breakfast Jana followed her regular routine and adjourned to the pool. She would swim for a while and then lay in the sun. Jana was acquiring a lovely bronze tan and the incision on her breast and the plastic surgery on her face had completely disappeared. Jana had become comfortable with her nudity, as a matter of fact, she kind of enjoyed the attention the gardeners and house staff gave her as they ogled her laying by the pool.

As Jana turned over and lay back in the chaise see saw that Todd was standing over her with a bottle of mineral oil.

“Deirdre asked me to give you a massage. She said she thought you could use one. I’m actually pretty good. I used to give them for a living, as well as providing other services to needy ladies,” said Todd with a mischievous smile.

“That sounds good. I’ve been really tense the last few days,” replied Jana.

“Front or back first,” asked Todd as he removed his own shorts and revealing his fully erect cock.

“I usually get paid for my work,” Todd said smiling as Jana looked intently at the raging hardon.

“Front,” was Jana’s reply as she tilted the chaise back to a flat position.

Todd had been right, Jana thought, he really did have magic hands. As Todd massaged Jana’s neck, torso, legs and arms she began to relax. The ordeal of the night before began to recede from the front of her mind as Todd kneaded the tension from her muscles. Every time Todd’s bare penis would brush up against her the tingling between her legs would increase.

As Jana rolled over on her stomach she was both relaxed and filled with sexual tension. Todd kneaded her neck, shoulders, back and buttocks as he worked his way down to her legs and then the bottom of her feet. Todd began to work his hands back up the inside of Jana’s left calf and thigh. Jana spread her legs wider and hoped she knew what his final destination was.

As Todd reached Jana’s pussy she was already very aroused. She had been lying there, eyes closed, and praying for release. Jana lifted her ass in the air now showing Todd where she needed further attention. She was gripping the side of the chaise to help lift her ass closer to Todd’s kneading hands.

Jana was completely frantic now and began to rock her hips and ass to the movement of Todd’s fingers. Eyes still closed, Jana was nearing orgasm. Jana’s new tits were flopping wildly in all directions as she began to grind her ass into Todd’s skilled hand. Jana was getting closer, she was so close. Jana was grunting, like a bitch in heat as Todd withdrew his hand and stood up. Jana continued to grind her hips and lifted her ass farther in the air willing Todd’s hand to return. Todd was standing over Jana now, “Sorry, Deirdre said only a massage. Doctor’s orders I guess.”

Jana rolled over to the edge of the chaise and sat up, reaching out for Todd’s erect penis. As she grabbed it she practically begged him to get her off. She was on her knees now stroking the full length of his penis and kissing his balls as she rubbed her face against his leg. “Please Todd, I need it so badly. Please! I’ll give you the blow job of your life. Please, please!” she cried.

“You don’t really want to disobey Deirdre do you?” Todd said as he removed her hand from his cock, picked up his trunks and walked back inside.

As Jana sat back down on the chaise completely dejected she looked up for the first time. A shocked expression filled Jana’s face as she realized there were two dozen, very tall, very athletic looking black men standing on the other side of the low wall that surrounded the pool. Their eyes were burning into Jana and their lust was palpable.

Jana felt like a little lamb surrounded by a pack of wolves. Jana hadn’t spent much time around black people, in fact none at all. Jana’s parents were from the south and had trained her to be wary of black men since she was very small. Her mother filled her head with stories of white women being brutally raped by black men.

She knew her parents were racists, but the seeds of fear had been firmly planted. Her parents had moved to the high desert so they could live among other ‘God fearing white people’ so she could count her encounters with black people on her fingers and still have several left over.

If her new tan wasn’t so deeply bronzed, the men would have seen how blushingly crimson she had turned in embarrassment and discomfort as she jumped to her feet and covered her pussy with one hand and struggled to shield her now ample tits with her other arm as she rushed to the door.

All Jana could hear were catcalls and whoops as she bounced across the patio deck and back to the safety of the ranch house.

As Jana ran toward her bedroom she encountered Deirdre in the hallway, who had come to investigate the ruckus.

“What’s going on?” asked Deirdre.

“Jesus, there are a bunch of black men outside standing next to the patio wall,” said Jana breathlessly.

“Oh yeah, they are the extras, they just arrived a few minutes ago,” said Deirdre, “Why are you so flustered?”

“They were standing there watching me naked,” said Jana.

“So?” replied Deirdre.

“Todd was giving me the massage and…”

“Oh, I can imagine the rest,” said Deirdre smiling. “I bet they got a real eyeful.”

“I was so embarrassed,” admitted Jana.

“Well, it is probably just as well that they got a really good look at you. That way they won’t be ogling you when they are supposed to be staying in character in a couple of days during the rollout,” said Deirdre matter of factly. “Come to think of it, when we do the run through this afternoon, you’ll have a chance to get acquainted. They are actually a bunch of really nice guys and they need to get used to being around you, since you will be working closely together in two days.”

“They are so big,” commented Jana.

“They were chosen for their size, they are all former pro athletes, who either had to retire because of injuries or didn’t make the cut on their teams. Most of them played football, although a few played basketball,” said Deirdre.

As Jana got to the door to her room, she repeated herself, “They are so big.”

“You have no idea!” Deirdre said under her breath with a smile as she moved off toward the conference room.

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As Jana entered her room she could still see the men milling around outside. She walked over and closed her curtain since they all turned to leer at her through the window. Jana was really uncomfortable now. She dreaded the walk through that afternoon.

Deirdre returned to the conference room and rejoined the meeting. Everyone was there except Jana. “Good job Todd. You put on one hell of a floor show. She was really spooked when she saw all those (sorry, no pun intended) black men. She really seemed to be rattled and flustered. I’m not exactly sure what is going on there. But the higher her natural anxiety is when we do this for real, the better. The camera won’t lie.”

“The inside of the tent is ready and the set is also complete,” said Kieran, picking up where they left off before the interruption.

“The satellite truck is ready to go and we have tested the feeds. No problems from my end,” said Tom.

“I’ve added two extra cameramen, for a total of four. We’ll have three remote overhead cameras as well. I’ll operate the remotes myself from the control room. We’ll probably get our best images from the remotes anyway,” offered George.

“Where are we at on editing the video from last night?” asked Deirdre.

“I have another hour or so to finish. I’m just editing the additional footage from the living room when the boys were going on and on about what a fine bitch she was, etc. etc. I’m sure it will warm mom’s heart to see what nice things her kids have to say about her.”

“Good, that may come in handy too, but I need it finished in the morning. At some point tomorrow we might need to use it,” emphasized Deirdre.

“Sophie, we need to have Jana in full makeup and costume this afternoon for the run through. Give her a little extra attention. We need to keep getting her to near orgasm every opportunity we have right up until game time,’ said Deirdre.

“Will do,” replied Sophie.

“OK, about later tonight and tomorrow, I’ve developed a schedule and each of you will be responsible for keeping Jana pleasantly occupied, but not too pleasantly occupied, beginning this evening through midday tomorrow. Here are copies for each of you. At around noon tomorrow everyone needs to be in the playroom so we can all really give Jana a real edge. Make sure to wear your birthday suits. It will be fun for all. Sorry camera crew, that doesn’t include you. You’ll be ‘through the looking glass darkly’ again.”

When Sophie arrived at Jana’s room she found her fast asleep. As she thrashed restlessly Sophie immediately picked up on the fact that she was having a really good dream. Jana was stroking her own breasts and quietly sighing. Sophie took her clothes off and joined Jana on the bed. Sophie lightly ran her hands across Jana’s body, barely touching her. Jana’s body immediately responded to the needed attention. Sophie continued for several more minutes as Jana sighed more and more.

Moving atop Jana, Sophie lowered her wet pussy directly to Jana’s mouth. The musky scent was intoxicating to Jana, even in her sleep. Sophie slowly rubbed her now throbbing pussy over Jana’s open lips. With each pass Sophie rubbed her clit on Jana’s nose until it was replaced by Jana’s awakening tongue.

Sophie leaned forward and kissed the inside of Jana’s thighs which were now spread wide. As Sophie teased Jana’s pussy with kisses, but no tongue, Jana’s pussy reached up to Sophie’s mouth crying out for more attention.

At the same time, Jana was now partially awake and licking and sucking Sophie’s pussy ardently. Sophie had been waiting to enjoy Jana’s body for over a week now and she couldn’t last any longer. As she sat up she buried her pussy in Jana’s face and rode it to orgasm.

Sophie slid down next to Jana and kissed her eyes and then her lips, sucking on each of them gently. As she slowly ran her tongue across Jana’s lips Jana opened her mouth, just as she opened her eyes taking Sophie’s tongue deep into her mouth. As Sophie pulled away, Jana looked up and said, “I thought I was dreaming.”

“You were, I just joined it,” replied Sophie.

“What time is it?”

“It is getting late. It is time to get ready. Deirdre wants me to style your hair and do your makeup and get you in costume too.”

“OK, let me shower quickly,” said Jana.

“Fine, I’ll be waiting,” replied Sophie.

“I was asleep when you came in,” questioned Jana, “before I woke up did I…”

“No sweetie, that’s off limits…even in your sleep, at least for now,” said Sophie as Jana made her way to the shower.

As Jana finished her shower Sophie grabbed a towel and dried her. Using another towel she dried her hair and styled it in the fashion shown in Dr. Contreras’ illustration. Next came the makeup, which only accentuated Jana’s new wide eyed look. Sophie next applied Jana’s lip gloss and colored her nipples similarly.

“OK, we’re done in here. Let’s get you dressed,” said Sophie.

As they walked into the bedroom Jana was surprised by what was laying on the bed. It was one of her drab preacher’s wife sundresses. Jana turned to Sophie with a quizzical look on her face.

“We told you that you were exactly the kind of wholesome individual we were looking for,” Sophie said smiling.

“Are there a bra and panties too?” asked Jana.

“No dear, just the dress. Be careful putting it on. It has been altered and it is breakaway, so it is very fragile. Come on let’s get it on and see the old you,” said Sophie smiling.

Jana stepped into the dress as Sophie helped her, buttoning it up from behind. Sophie retrieved the round box that was on the bed next to the dress. She pulled a blonde wig from it that was styled the same as Jana’s long curly hair used to be. Sophie held it above Jana’s head and fitted it into place. Next Sophie pulled a very unattractive pair of reading glasses from her pocket and slipped them into place on Jana’s face. The glasses were very bookish and they completed Jana’s transformation back to a boring preacher’s wife.

As Jana turned and looked in the mirror, she couldn’t believe that she used to look like that. She was far happier being Jana instead of plain Jane. She knew she could never go back.

Sophie walked Jana over to the tent. As they entered through the flap that Sophie lifted for her, Jana could see that she was back stage. Everyone else was there and Kieran, Tom and George were manning the various pieces of equipment on the far side of the room with a bank of video monitors mounted above them.

The percussive sounds of the drums emanating from the main set on the other side of the curtain were almost deafening. The drum beat was downright primitive, sounding like something from a pagan or African ritual.

Deirdre had been busy with Tom and Kieran reviewing the equipment check when Jana arrived. When she turned around and saw Jana she walked over and pecked her on the cheek as she took Jana’s hands in hers and gave them a big squeeze.

“So how do you like being the old you?”

“All in all, I much prefer the new me to tell you the truth. I suppose I should thank you. I never would have had the courage to change my life myself. So thank you,” said Jana.

“Well thank you, but we still have a long way to go, so let’s see if you are as thankful in a couple of days. You know how demanding I can be.” Deirdre said smiling.

“We’re ready on the set,” shouted Kieran. “Who’s walking Jana through the setup?”

“I’ll take care of it,” said Deirdre, “you don’t need me in here getting in your way anyway.”

Deirdre took Jana, or Jane for the moment, by the hand and walked her through the double curtain and on to the set. Although it was dark inside, fire red lights swirled and bounced off the tent walls and ceiling. The walls were lined with what looked like crackling flames that were really just a lustrous material being driven by fans below them. Overhead was a crystal ball that cast the reflected light from the pin lights that were pointing at it from around the room.

In the center of the set was an elevated area that looked like it was made from volcanic rock with a lava-like liquid flowing into the pool at the base that circled the podium. The pool of liquid was lit from below and as it bubbled, it looked like a pool of molten lava. A white stone staircase extended out past the pool of lava and connected with the platform on top. At the center of the platform was a large stone table mounted on two slabs made of the same material. It kind of looked like the altar at her husband’s church, Jana thought. In the center of the table was an ornately jeweled box.

Deirdre lingered awhile to let Jana take it all in. Finally, Deirdre leaned over and almost shouted it Jana’s ear to be heard over the pulsing drum beat that repeated itself over and over. “So what do you think?” Deirdre asked.

“This is really impressive. All of this to just introduce a product?” Jana asked.

“It is not just a single product. This new product can take many forms and be promoted over various media. And the tie-ins and spinoffs are endless, as Kieran told you. That is why it is such a big deal and that is why you are so important to our effort, because you are the one who is going to have to sell it,” said Deirdre.

“In this outfit?” questioned Jana.

“Well not for long. The script calls for you to go through a kind of metamorphosis,” said Deirdre.

Deirdre took Jana’s hand again and led her to the far corner of the tent opposite the stairway. As she moved forward Jana could see the silhouettes of large men lining either side of the stairway. When they got closer to the back wall they walked around the first two of the men who were at the front of the line. The men seemed to be standing on either side of a pathway made out of some sort of luminescent material. Occasionally one of the moving lights would catch it and it was reflected on the men who lined it.

“Are we ready to go?” came Kieran’s voice over the speaker. Deirdre looked up at the camera that had been tracking them overhead and gave a thumbs up.

They were now standing at the end of the two lines of men and they were suddenly awash in bright light from an overhead flood light. They were facing the wall, so the first thing that came into focus was what looked like the front of a white church with two large doors and a steeple on top. In front of the church was what looked like an apple tree with some real apples attached. Jana was startled when she looked into the tree and saw a large black snake slithering around. Jane stepped backward and Deirdre laughed. “Don’t worry, it isn’t poisonous. He is actually someone’s pet,” said Deirdre.

Deirdre grabbed Jana’s arm again and led her to the door. “Your first mark is on the other side.” Deirdre opened the door and escorted Jane through it.

When they were on the opposite side of the door Deirdre started to explain how the event was to be choreographed. Jana was to open the door and look apprehensively outside, as though she was wary of going out there. She was then supposed to spot the apples on the tree. A pin light would assist in making the point.

Jana was then supposed to walk outside and move apprehensively toward the brightly lit apple. When she gets to the tree she is to pull the apple and take a bite. She is then supposed to swoon, rocking back and forth on her feet. Then she is to feel her forehead, checking to see if she has a fever and close her eyes as she does so. When she reopens her eyes she finds herself drawn to the snake and is supposed to affectionately stroke it repeatedly.

“I know that is a lot. Do you think you can remember to do all that?” asked Deirdre.

“I think so,” said Jana, wanting to please Deirdre, but she was filled with dread having to touch the snake.

“OK, let’s give that much a try,” said Deirdre with encouragement, signaling Kieran in the overhead camera.

It only took Jana two tries to get the first part down pat. The first time through, Jana flinched as she touched the snake.

Deirdre began again, “Next you are to look up and see the two lines of men and then focus on the altar at the top of the podium. This part is pretty straightforward, since most of it is repetitive. Walk over to the middle of the path. Take two or three hesitant steps as though you are drawn to the altar. As you step backward, back into the first man on your right and spin around to face him. When you are facing him look down and gaze at his penis intently. After a few seconds reach out and touch it with both hands. Run your hands up and down it as though you are worshiping it. Then turn your head and look over to the next man and glide over to him slowly as though you are entranced. Fondle his penis too.

At this point it is just repetitive. Do the same thing all the way to the end of the line and then turn around and do the same thing back the other way. When you get to the last man turn and walk back down the path toward the altar slowly as though you are drawn to it. When you get about half way there, hesitate and then turn, running back toward the church. Got that so far?”

“Yes,” said Jana, “I…I’ve never…” Jana’s voice trailed off.

“What is it? You better tell me now,” demanded Deirdre.

“I’ve never touched a black man or even talked to one much less touched their penis!” said Jana with concern.

“Jana! A cock is a cock. Get over it. Can we move on?” said Deirdre with some frustration.

“Yes,” was Jana’s compliant response.

“Good! As you start running the men are going to close around you and block your path back to the church. As they do they will swarm over you, completely covering you,” said Deirdre. “Now this is important when they are hovering over you that is when two of the men will quickly tear away your dress and remove your glasses and wig. You need to lift yourself up so they can pull the dress away from you.”

Deirdre continued, “When that is done they are going to lift you in the air high above their heads and slowly pass you forward to the front of the line and they march in a procession toward the altar.”

Deirdre stopped for a moment before continuing. “It is really important that you squirm and behave as though you are trying to get away. You should be screaming with alarm at this point. The more distressed that you behave the better.”

Finally, Deirdre concluded, “Once at the altar they will lay you on it and one of the men will offer you the jeweled box. The box will have the new product inside. Open it and look at it. Hand the box back to the man who gave it to you and lay back on the altar. The box will be handed from man to man around the table and then they will raise the new product above the table and sample it one by one. Is that clear?”

“Yes,” replied Jana.

“Good, then let’s do a run through and if all goes well we can finish early tonight. Good job so far,” enthused Deirdre.

Deirdre gave a thumbs up into the camera overhead and Kieran shouted, “take it from the top,” over the intercom.

Jana returned to inside the church and prepared to begin. Jana took a deep breath and opened the door. She was less apprehensive about the snake this time so she stroked it and fondled it a bit more. It seemed to like her and started to climb up her arm and flick her breast with its tongue before she got it back in the tree.

As Jana stepped forward to begin the next part she didn’t have to feign apprehension. As she reached the edge of the path she hit her mark a few steps in. As she backed into the first man and turned to face him he dropped his robe to the floor. Jana’s eyes got wide as she looked at the enormous cock in front of her.

Not only was it wider than Tom’s it was longer to, much longer. Jana reached out and held it in both her hands as she had been instructed and trembled when she realized that it wasn’t even its full size yet. Jana looked up into the man’s face and he was leering at her.

Jana moved on to the next man and then the next. It almost seemed like the cocks got bigger and bigger as she went on. She couldn’t wait to have this over. When Jana got near the end of the routine she was actually hoping that she might outrun them and actually make it back to the church.

No such luck. Within steps after turning around the men descended on her like a swarm of bees. Before she knew it her clothes, wig and glasses had been peeled away but not before several sets of hands had explored every inch of her body as well as her pussy and ass.

As she was raised in the air high above their heads she was squirming for real as they groped and squeezed her all over. As they passed her forward to the front of the line, at each exchange, a new finger found its way into her pussy or ass. Jane didn’t have to feign distress as the men groped and prodded her repeatedly.

Once at the alter Jana was relieved to by placed on the cold stone slab. They finished the box exchange and the men raised the small empty box inside, which doubled for the product, into the air.

“OK, that’s a wrap ladies and gentlemen. Thank you and have a good evening, said Kieran over the intercom. “The product team will be meeting in the conference room in half an hour.”

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Back in the conference room Deirdre ran the meeting. “OK, any criticisms, suggestions?

As they went around the table everyone had something to critique, but the major concerns were that Jana needed to slow down when she was doing her cock tugging and that the lights needed to track her movements better. There had been some technical problems with the overhead cameras, but that would be resolved the following day. They also decided that Jana would look more exotic and eat more camera with the application of some body glitter. Other than that, they were good to go.

As the meeting ended Jana headed straight to her room. No sooner had she crawled into bed than Deirdre arrives.

“Here, I brought you a cup of herb tea. It should help you sleep. You have had a long day today and I know the run through was difficult for you. You toughed it out and came through like a real trooper. I just wanted you to know that the entire team was impressed with your performance,” said Deirdre.

“Thanks. I’m sorry I act like such a prudish ninny sometimes,” said Jana earnestly. Deirdre stroked Jana’s hair and cheek as she said, “Don’t give it a second thought. That is what makes you so special and what we found attractive about you in the first place. We hope you never lose that quality. Now drink your tea and get some sleep. By the way, we’ll be having a little get together at around noon tomorrow for the team, so get your sun in early. I’ll fill you in tomorrow morning,” said Deirdre as she left.

Jana propped herself up with a pillow and drank her tea, then slipped down into bed and quickly fell fast asleep.


“Is that the same stuff we gave her the first day?” asked George from the other side of the mirror.

“Yeah, it can be taken orally too,” said Kieran. “Give her about an hour for it to take full effect and we can get started.”


Jana was already thrashing around in bed dreaming about all the huge black cocks she had handled that day. In her dreams she was imagining them thrust in her mouth and ass and pussy and rammed between her new tits with cum spurting out all over her face and neck and chest.

Jana was completely lost in her lustful dreams as the soft red lights came on overhead and washed the room in light. Mist sprayed from nozzles mounted in the ceiling making the room look like it was filled with smoke or fog creating an almost dream like mood. Jana continued to thrash around in the bed still lost in her own dream world.

The reality was, that for the rest of the night the crew would be taking their turns with Jana and also taking care of their own pent up needs while still depriving Jana of any release. For the next several hours the crew took turns gently fucking Jana’s mouth, pussy and ass and tit fucking her as well.

With each session the crew members were able to get her close but never all the way to climax. They were through just as the sun was about to come up and then quickly held Jana up as Sophie cleaned her and then changed the bedding before they put her back into bed.

It was almost nine before Jana woke up. She usually didn’t sleep in that late. When she got to the kitchen the only person there was Deirdre.

“Where is everyone?” asked Jana.

“I’m letting them sleep in this morning. They all had a very long day yesterday. They were busy long after you went to bed last night,” said Deirdre. “How did you sleep last night?”

“I have been having some really lurid and strange dreams lately and it is always about one of you having your way with me. Now the black guys are joining my dream party too. But the most frustrating thing is, I can’t get off even in my dreams anymore,” complained Jana.

Jana reached out and took Deirdre’s hand. “When are you going to…” Jana said as she paused for a moment to summon up the courage, “When are you going to let me cum…Master?”

Jana’s eyes were pleading as Deirdre looked into them. “Soon kitten, be patient,” said Deirdre stroking Jana’s hair and cheek.

Deirdre broke the mood by getting up and getting herself another cup of coffee and refilling Jana’s cup.

“After you have breakfast, go get your sun. Remember, we’re having a staff get together later. It isn’t something you’ll want to miss. Fun will be had by one and all!” said Deirdre with a laugh. Deirdre put down her cup in the sink and crossed the room.

As Deirdre walked toward the door to leave she turned to Jana and said, “By the way, after you went to bed last night we reviewed the video and we decided there needed to be a few more tweaks to the script. We can discuss them this afternoon or this evening after the get together.” With that Deirdre closed the door behind her.

After breakfast Jana showered and got ready to go to the pool. Without thinking, she put on a robe before she headed out the door. As she strolled down the hallway she realized that this was the first time she hadn’t just gone there naked. She must still be uneasy about what happened there yesterday, she concluded.

As she walked outside and made the turn to the pool deck she stopped dead in her tracks. Ten of the black extras were lounging by the pool naked. Jana turned to go back inside as two more of the extras arrived, walking up behind her.

“You weren’t going to leave were you?” said the taller of the two men. He must have been seven feet tall. “You might hurt our feelings and make us think you don’t like black people or something,” said the giant as he leered at her through menacing eyes. Jana recognized him now. He was the very last of the men whose cocks she had fondled the previous afternoon. Jana remembered they he had the biggest cock of them all. Bigger than anything she could have imagined.

“No, no, I just remembered I left my suntan oil in my bedroom and…”

The giant cut her off in mid-sentence, “You don’t need to worry about that precious. We got plenty of suntan lotion and look how good our tans are.”

She could hear the other men laughing. They had gotten up and were crowded just behind her now.

“You know little lady…Jana isn’t it?” continued the giant, who appeared to be the group’s leader, “I don’t want to be critical, but I can give myself a better hand job than you gave us yesterday. You need to work on your technique. Let me give you a tip, unless you got throat yogurt all over your face at the end, you didn’t finish the job. Can you dig?”

Jana stood there frozen. She didn’t know what to do.

“My friends and I have decided that we are going to help you out and we won’t even charge you for the lesson.”

With that Jana could feel the men pulling away her robe and letting it fall to the pool deck. Their hands were all over her again, groping every inch of her body. Before she knew it, they had lifted her in the air and six of them were holding her belly-down by her tits and legs and ankles. Two others were holding her wrists pulling them forward on either side of her head. The giant was directly in front of her now.

“Grab onto this baby and let’s see if you can do a better job today. Remember, a job unfinished is a job undone,” he said as he squeezed lubricant on to her trembling hands.

For the next hour the men took turns, each of them depositing their ample loads of cum in Jana’s face. When it got to be the turn of the men who were holding her, they put her down on the pool deck and pushed her to her knees and crowded around her as she brought two of them off at a time, one in each hand.

As they moved away from her the leader picker her up like a rag doll and walked toward the pool. Jana couldn’t tell where he was going because the massive loads of cum continued to sting her eyes.

“I hope you found that instructional little lady. Who knows maybe someday you may even acquire a taste for dark meat.”

With that he tossed her in the deep end of the pool. By the time she struggled to the surface choking, they were already gone.

Jana got out of the pool and dried herself, trying to compose herself at the same time. She walked over and laid back on one of the chaises, on the now empty pool deck, shaken by the experience. She had better stay and get her sun, she thought. That is what Deirdre had told her to do.

Jana stayed at the pool for another hour. No one disturbed her, so she continued to enjoy the sun. She finally got up and went in to shower and grab some quick lunch. She spent a long time in the shower under the warm water, washing her hair twice to get rid of all the residual cum.


When Jana opened the door to the kitchen, the only person there was Sophie, who was finishing some yogurt.

“Come over and sit next to me,” said Sophie, “can I get you something? Would you like some yogurt?”

“No thanks, anything but yogurt. Is there any fresh fruit? said Jana.

“I think so. How about a banana?”

“No bananas, thank you,” said Jana.

“OK, then how about some strawberries or grapes?” said Sophie.

“Grapes would be great. Thank you,” said Jana.

Sophie put the bowl of grapes on the table in front of Jana as she poured her a cup of coffee, then sat down next to her.

“How are you doing today? Did you enjoy the pool? asked Sophie.

“It was fine, just fine,” replied Jana.

“Practice your backstroke?” asked Sophie.

Jana turned and looked directly at her. Sophie was smiling broadly.

“You know what happened, don’t you?” said Jana with some irritation.

“Yes. I ran into the guys when there were on their way back to the bunk house. They bragged to me about what happened. They even offered to school me too, but I told them I had a hall pass, since I was on my way to meet with Deirdre,” said Sophie.

“What were you meeting with Deirdre about?” asked Jana.

“I didn’t have a meeting with Deirdre silly, but that was a guaranteed get out of jail card,” said Sophie smiling.

“I guess so,” said Jana finally smiling.

“Look on the bright side, it’s always good to learn something new or improve on skills you already have,” said Sophie as she reached over and tickled Jana’s side.

“I guess so,” said Jana, mildly laughing now.

“Well, off to get ready for the get together. Got to brush off my birthday suit,” said Sophie smiling.

“Huh? said Jana.

“Yeah,” said Sophie “this is one of those very clothing optional types of parties. Who knows, maybe you’ll get lucky. If Deirdre is in a good enough mood anything could happen. Maybe today is your day.” Sophie tickled Jana again as she got up to leave.”

“What time do I need to be there and where is this party room? Deirdre never told me,” asked Jana.

“It starts in thirty minutes and don’t worry, I’ll come and get you at your room. Remember, we’re going dressed as twin!” was Sophie’s parting comment as she closed the kitchen door behind her.

Jana was feeling better now. Sophie always seemed to have that effect on her. Jana finished her grapes and returned to her room to brush off her own birthday suit. She had no idea what to expect, but with this crowd it could be anything.

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Jana was in much better spirits when Sophie came to escort her to the party.

“This is our first official date,” said Sophie brightly. “And we’re dressed as twins…well sort of, your suit has been altered a little better than mine.”

“Nonsense, you’re beautiful. And what’s more important, you’re beautiful on the inside too,” said Jana as she stepped forward and kissed Sophie with affection.

Hand in hand, they were off to see the wizard thought Jana, hoping that is wasn’t the wizard of too odd.

The party room was about halfway down the hallway that led to the medical rooms and on the right side of the hallway. As they stood in front of the door, Sophie knocked. The door opened slightly and Deirdre extended her hand out the door, handing a large red silk scarf to Sophie.

“Oh!” said Sophie smiling. “I guess its pin the tail on the donkey this time.”

“Pin the tail on the donkey?” asked Jana.

“Yeah, no, well not exactly, it’s actually more like pin the donkey on the tail,” giggled Sophie as she whirled the scarf into a blindfold and tied it over Jana’s eyes.

“You’re it,” giggled Sophie.

Sophie opened the door and guided Jana inside. Jana could hear soft music playing. It sounded very romantic. Suddenly Jana felt hands caressing her body everywhere and as they did she noticed that they were massaging her with a musky scented oil.

Jana’s body tensed suddenly as she remembered her ordeal on the airplane. Someone was licking her ear and sticking their tongue in it. “Relax kitten, it’s not that kind of party. This is all about pleasure.” It was Deirdre’s voice, who had recognized Jana’s sudden rigidity, as she continued to suck and nibble on Jana’s earlobes, occasionally sticking her tongue in Jana’s ear.

There were hands all over Jana, on her back, on her tits and legs and ass. Jana had never felt so aroused and relaxed at the same time. Jana could pick out Sophie and Todd’s hands. She was intimately familiar with them now. It was Todd kneading her back and neck and Sophie massaging her ass and inner thighs from the front. Occasionally Sophie would softly kiss her pussy, but never lingered there for too long.

Someone, or more precisely, someones were now licking and sucking her breasts and nipples, softly kneading them with a massaging motion. Jana was moaning in pleasure now.

“Oh God, that feels so good. Yes. Yes. Oh God, please don’t stop,” begged Jana. She was getting hot now and Deirdre could tell that she was filled with lust. Deirdre reached over and retrieved a large black vibrator from the drawer in the night stand and lubricated it, pouring a little more of the lubricant on her fingers.

Deirdre knelt behind Jana and stroked the cheeks of Jana’s ass with her lubricated fingers, eventually inserting one, then two, then three into the cavity as Jana rocked in pleasure. When Deirdre saw that Jana was stretched properly, she gently inserted the vibrator in Jana’s asshole, ever so gradually working it in until it filled Jana’s ass. Deirdre continued to move it in and out as Jana rocked her ass to meet it.

Jana’s moaning was louder now and she could barely talk. What words you could make out were not those of a preacher’s wife. “Fuck me, suck me, lick my tits, do me, don’t stop, oh fuck, please don’t stop.”

She was almost there, Deirdre thought, as she turned the vibrator full on with the next stroke up Jana’s ass. As Deirdre continue to work the now vibrating rod in and out of Jana’s ass she was squealing in joy. “Oh yes, yes, oh fuck my ass, fuck my ass hard, fuck my whore ass, I’m your slut, use me, fuck me, suck me, make me your slave, please don’t stop, I need more, more…” Jana words trailed off and became incoherent. She was only grunting and squealing now. She was lost to her animal desires.

Deirdre decided that Jana had had enough. Jana was way too close. As Deirdre removed the vibrator from Jana’s ass she signaled everyone that it was a wrap, at least for this portion of the pleasure torture. As everyone stepped back, Todd lifted Jana in his arms and carried her to the center of the circular bed, laying her on the bright scarlet colored satin sheet. Someone was straddling her moving her arms to her sides.

Jana knew it had to be either Sophie or Deirdre because there were no cock or balls pressing against her chest. The mystery was quickly solved when their firm breasts pressed together and Deirdre’s unstudded tongue disappeared into Jana’s mouth. Deirdre continued to kiss Jana passionately for some time before she moved her tongue to Jana’s ear. After nibbling and licking Jana’s ear a few times, Deirdre kissed her ear and softly whispered, “don’t move an inch, just lay here quietly and watch.”

The bed began to move beneath Jana and she realized it was a water bed. As the others joined she and Deirdre on the bed Deirdre removed her blindfold. For the first time Jana could see the room. It was circular, just like the bed with floor to ceiling mirrors all the way around and the ceiling was one large mirror as well.

On chrome racks throughout the room were candles of every size and color which provided the only light. The only thing they had it common was the musky scent they lent to the air. Incense was also burning in a large copper plate on the night stand.

Deirdre was standing now. She walked over to the nightstand and dropped the scarf. As she did, she reached up and flipped the switch on the mirrored wall above it. As she did, the circular bed began to rotate slowly as Deirdre returned and knelt to Jana’s right, facing her. The Chippendale twins, Todd and Paul, were in front of her and behind her. Deirdre smiled down at Jana and said “let us perform for you.”

With that she began to make love to Todd’s cock, licking it from one end of the shaft to the other and occasionally stroking is and rubbing the palm of her hand over the swollen orb. Paul had turned his full attention to Deirdre’s other end, alternately licking and sucking her pussy and assaulting her ass as she rocked it to meet his probing tongue.

Jana continued to lie perfectly still as Deirdre had instructed. As she looked in the overhead mirror she could see Deirdre taking Todd’s cock down her throat and Paul spreading Deirdre’s cheeks with his large hands as his tongue disappearing deeper into Deirdre’s ass.

On Jana’s other side Sophie was facing her now. Tom had his massive cock half way in her pussy now and Sophie had her eyes closed tight as she concentrated on taking the monster up her stretched hole. Kieran was lying on the bed beneath Sophie with his cock planted between her massive breasts as he pushed them together, rocking his hips back and forth as he tit fucked her.

Jana lay back in the bed taking in the wild erotic scene, thoroughly aroused, but with no way to find release. Jana was on fire and getting hotter by the moment. She wanted to reach out and grab a breast or a cock, but she knew she dare not move.

Suddenly both Kieran and Tom stood. Tom replaced Kieran on the bed and Sophie moved to straddle him. Sophie grabbed his glistening cock and guided it back into her gaping hole. Kieran moved behind Sophie and applied some lubricant to her asshole, sticking one and then two fingers into the orifice before he gradually slid his cock in until it disappeared up Sophie’s ass. Sophie was quivering now. Her eyes were closed again and she was grunting and gurgling and screeching as the two men seesawed on her gaping holes.

Jana watched wide eyed as Tom and Kieran assaulted Sophie’s ass and pussy. She had been watching the action so intently that she didn’t notice that the Chippendale boys had switched positions as well and Todd had slipped underneath Deirdre and his cock was now disappearing into her waiting pussy. Paul was kneeling behind Deirdre rubbing his cock with lubricant.

Deirdre shifted positions slightly and sucked Jana’s right tit into her mouth, just as Paul began to slowly drive his cock deep into Deirdre’s ass. As he did so, Deirdre’s screams were muffled by Jana’s breast which Deirdre had sucked into her mouth. Deirdre’s eyes were open wide and fixed on Jana as Paul buried his stiff cock into the hilt.

As Paul and Todd synchronized their rhythm Deirdre continued to suck on Jana’s breast grunting and squealing in what was pain or passion. Jana wasn’t sure which. Jana could feel her left nipple between Sophie’s lips now as she sucked and licked it. She too was grunting and squealing as Tom and Kieran jack hammered her hard.

Tom and Kieran were picking up their pace and Sophie too, was looking into Jana’s face wide eyed. Both Sophie and Deirdre reached out and grabbed one of Jana’s hands, squeezing them tightly as the men’s pace became frantic. The women released Jana’s tits at almost the same time as each of them let out a load scream as the men pounded their holes as hard as they could. As their flesh slapped together it sounded like the cracks of the riding crop on Jana’s ass when they were on the plane, she thought.

The two women continued to squeeze Jana’s hands tighter and tighter as their assed began to buck wildly as they approached orgasm. As they did, the men were about to cum themselves and finally pulled out as Sophie and Deirdre rolled over on their sides to face Jana, snuggling up to her and resting their heads on each of Jana’s shoulders both of them lost in the afterglow of an intense orgasm.

The men were kneeling above them on either side now and wildly pumping their cocks to completion, spraying their cum all over Jana’s face, neck, tits, chest and belly. Jana’s eyes were shut now as she felt the warm cum dribbling into them. Her head was spinning now, and her skin was on fire.

Jana could feel the men’s hands on her next, rubbing cum into her flesh. Deirdre and Sophie joined them, licking cum from her forehead and eyes, from her cheeks and mouth, sucking the cum from her nose and earlobes. Gradually they moved on to her neck and then her chest, licking her breasts and nipples clean as well as her stomach, all the way down to the hairline on her flaming red pussy.

Sophie rolled over on to Jana and stuck her tongue into Jana’s bell button rimming it and occasionally driving her tongue in as deep as she could go, sometimes sucking on it as well, kneading the sides of Jana’s ass the whole time. Deirdre had shimmied up the bed and was now kissing Jana passionately as she knelt on all fours straddling Jana’s chest allowing her breasts to flop into Jana’s as they let their tongues explore one another’s mouth and throat.

A fire was raging inside Jana now, hot as burning embers. As Sophie snuggled into Jana’s breasts, Deirdre moved to rest Jana’s head between her own breasts, slowly stroking Jana’s hair and cheek. As Jana lay there looking up into the overhead mirror she could see that they were alone now. The men had disappeared unnoticed. Jana was wound up tighter than a watch spring, craving release.

Jana looked up into Deirdre’s eyes longingly. She was hesitant to speak and break the spell. She summoned her courage and spoke, “Master, may I…” as Deirdre lightly pressed her index finger to Jana’s lips.

“Soon, very soon, very, very soon kitten,” was Deirdre’s only response as she kissed Jana’s forehead. The three women slept together in each other’s arms for several hours.

Sleeping fitfully because of her unfulfilled needs, Jana would occasionally awaken and look in the mirror overhead as the bed rotated slowly. Looking at Deirdre and Sophie’s bodies entwined with her, she was so close and yet so far from what she desperately needed. Fatigued and frustrated, Jana finally drifted off into a deep sleep.


Deirdre tapped Sophie on the arm to wake her as she stood above her. Sophie slowly unwrapped herself from Jana body and carefully got off the bed. They quietly padded to the door and slowly closed it behind them.

Once they were outside Deirdre turned to Sophie and said, “Let’s let her sleep as long as we can. They can monitor her from the tent on the closed-circuit. They will call you if she begins to stir.”

It was six now and they had a four hour window to work with. Both women showered and went about their last minute preparations. Deirdre headed to the tent and Sophie took her makeup case and other stuff over to Jana’s room so she would be ready.

Next Sophie headed to the medical suite to get the drug cocktail Dr. Contreras had prepared for Jana later that evening. Sophie wanted to make sure she knew how much to use and to make sure it wouldn’t leave too much of a telltale taste in the coffee, in which she planned to give it to Jana. The nurse was readying one of the beds for Jana and looked up as Sophie finished talking to Dr. Contreras.


As Deirdre opened the flap to the tent she could hear the buzz from the hive of activity inside. The church set had been struck and its replacement was now hanging high overhead. Black pipe and drape now hung blocking the view of the rest of the set. As Deirdre moved around the corner of the curtains, she could see that the rest of the set had remained almost the same. The only new addition was the tall wooden arch atop a low riser with a stone facade just beyond the blackout curtains.

As Deirdre proceeded across the set she passed the extras as they were getting into costume and having their full body makeup applied. That would take at least another two hours, Deirdre concluded. As Deirdre opened the flap to the control room everyone else was inside, including Richard.

“How are we doing” asked Deirdre. “Are we on schedule?”

“Everything is fine from our end. How is our girl?” said Tom.

“Sleeping like a baby, I figured we would wake her at the last possible moment. If she wakes any earlier, Sophie is there to keep her occupied. Just give Sophie a call if you see her stirring on the monitors,” replied Deirdre. “The more rested she is now, the better. It is going to be a long haul.”

“Are you sure she will go through with this?” asked Kieran.

“Absolutely,” replied Deirdre. “She is so amped up sexually right now, once her motor is running and she starts cuming she’ll be having orgasms for an hour. Beside, as far as she knows for now, it will be just she and I coming over to do a last minute run through of the changes that have been made to the set. The last minute element of surprise will work to our advantage.”

Deirdre continued, “You’ll need to stay quiet and keep the lights down except for the pin lights behind the blackout curtain when I bring her over. By the time she figures out this is the real thing it will be too late. Make sure the contraption is on the floor with the door open.”

“Yeah, I suppose you are right. It’s not like she will be able to run away,” said Kieran.

“Who is giving her the stimulant?” ask Tom.

“Sophie will take care of that when she is getting her in makeup,” replied Deirdre. “Doc says it will keep her going for 24 hours.”

“How fortuitous,” interjected George from behind the control panel sarcastically.

“Who’s got the dingus?” asked Richard.

“I do,” replied Kieran.

“Are you sure you want to use that?” Richard asked Deirdre seriously. “It looks like we are home free already.”

“Yeah, but that should really do the trick. That is the one thing that will stoke her emotions and resign her to her fate, I’m sure of it. But let’s make sure the cameras are on her from every angle when she opens the jewel box, especially close ups of her face. We want reaction shots, and there should be plenty of them. Once she sees the product, I have no doubt that she will start selling it right away to the audience.” Deirdre replied, raising her eyebrow.

“Do you want to queue up the music before or after the light come up,” asked Kieran.

“Let’s start the drums before the lights come up. At that point, she’ll still think we are alone and it will elevate her level of anxiety. As a matter of fact, queue the music as you start to raise the cage in the dark. We’ll want to catch her anxiety and fear immediately as the lights come up on camera and she will have had a couple of minutes to wonder what is going on. That will set the tone,” said Deirdre.

Deirdre continued, “Here is the deal, I’m heading back over in a few minutes to collect myself and figure out just exactly what I am going to tell Jana on the way over. Once you see that I have her in the cage and I have the door closed, I’ll give you the high sign. Kill the pin lights and lift the cage back up as high as it can go, starting the music at the same time and wait about 10 seconds before you gradually bring the lights up.”

As she walked toward the door flap, Deirdre turned one last time, “By the way, how are our friendly little phallic symbols?”

“We tested them out on Sophie this morning. They are the most well trained and most obedient little phallic symbols I have ever seen. Shouldn’t be a problem,” said Tom.

“OK then, I’m out of here. Break a leg everyone!” and Deirdre was gone.

The Product Ch. 13 by darkdeceptions

Back at the house Deirdre checked in on Jana and she was still sound asleep. It was almost 8 p.m. now, so there were just two hours to go. Deirdre wanted to check in with Sophie one last time before she had her wake Jana.

Sophie wasn’t in her room, so Deirdre decided to try the kitchen and sure enough Sophie was there, brewing some fresh coffee. “Oh hi,” said Sophie as Deirdre walked in.

“Are we all set to go?” asked Deirdre as she walked toward Sophie. “Is that coffee safe to drink?”

“Yeah, I haven’t prepared Jana’s Juiced Java yet,” said Sophie.

“That was certainly alliterative, I would expect no less from an English major,” said Deirdre smiling.

“Do we have time to sit down and have a cup?” asked Sophie.

“Yes, but just a few minutes, said Deirdre, “You’ll need to wake Jana soon. When you wake her make sure you sound alarmed that the three of us overslept. Tell her that I said that she and I needed to do a quick run through over in the tent to go over the changes and that we needed to do it tonight, so we wouldn’t be getting in the way in the morning because of all the last minute activity. Got that?”

“Yeah,” answered Sophie.

“Did you get the right mix of body paint and glitter worked out?” asked Deirdre.

“Yes, I tried it out on myself this morning when I was playing guinea pig. Oh, and the animal handlers were right, honey seems to work best,” replied Sophie, “Really well, as a matter of fact!”

“Good, then it looks like we are set. Go get her up and get a little yogurt or something in her before you shower her and get her madeup,” said Deirdre.

“Probably not yogurt,” replied Sophie.

“Huh?” said Deirdre confused.

“Never mind, you would have had to be there,” concluded Sophie as she went to fetch Jana.


“Jana, Jana, wake up,” said Sophie as she lightly shook Jana’s right bicep. “Come on sweetie, we’ve overslept. You need to get up.”

Jana stirred, still groggy. “What?”

“Come on, get up, we overslept. Deirdre too! She is getting ready, but she wants me to get some food in you, get you showered and made up in the new makeup, so the two of you can do a run through tonight. She needs to go over the script changes with you and we need to do it tonight because there is going to be too much going in the tent tomorrow morning to get it done, without getting in the way. So please sweetie, you need to get up.”

“Oh…OK. She wants to do it now?” said Jana still hazy from sleep.

“Yes sweetie, you need to get up now. Deirdre wants to get this done. She still has a lot of other things to get done tonight.”

As Jana rose sleepily, Sophie took her by the hand and led her down to the kitchen. Jana had some fruit and coffee.

“Come on sweetie, we need to get back to your room and get you in the shower. You go ahead and I’ll bring you another cup of coffee.”

“OK,” said Jana with a tired sigh as she padded back toward her room.

Sophie prepared Jana’s Juiced Java and followed behind her.


It was 8:45 now and Sophie needed to hurry to style and dry Jana’s hair and apply her makeup and body paint. Jana had finished her coffee after she got out of the shower and dried herself, Sophie helping and hurrying her.

As Jana entered the bedroom she was surprised that her dress and wig weren’t on the bed.

“Where are the…” Jana started to say as Sophie cut in, anticipating the question.

“They scraped the whole Church and Garden of Eden thing. When they watched the video last night they thought it looked too much like Wizard of Oz meets Mandingo. The visuals just didn’t work,” said Sophie as she applied Jana’s makeup. “They are going a different route. Deirdre will fill you in on the run through,” concluded Sophie.

Jana looked down at her body as Sophie began to apply various colors and shades of body paint, layering glitter on top. “Please stand still sweetie, I want to make you beautiful for the camera,” said Sophie.

“Sorry,” said Jana as she quit squirming around. When she looked in the mirror, she had to admit it looked pretty wild and sexy, as Sophie finished her ass, legs and feet.

Sophie stood back to admire her work, just as Deirdre arrived. “My, don’t you look wicked,” said Deirdre admiringly as she walked through the door. “You’re an artist Sophie.”

“Thanks boss,” replied Sophie.

“Jana, let’s get going so we can get this done. I have to meet the rest of the team right after I am through with you,” said Deirdre with some urgency.

They walked over to the tent with Deirdre setting a quick pace. Jana was almost out of breath when she got there. Her heart was racing and she couldn’t believe how amped up she felt. Between than and the cold evening air on her naked body, Jana was shivering. I can’t drink coffee in the evening, she thought to herself.

As Deirdre opened the flap on the tent, Jana knew they were about where the church set had been the previous day. There was pipe and drape obscuring the view of the rest of the set. The tent was completely dark except for a single pin light that was shining on to a primitive looking cage that sat approximately where the inside of the church had been.

The cage was made of rough-hewn logs about eight inches in diameter and held together by course rope. It was not tall enough to stand up in without crouching. Deirdre led Jana to the front where a simple door was located. It was swung open on its leather hinges.

“As I think Sophie told you, we’re going with a slightly edgier concept. Instead of exiting a church you will start in this cage. The whole apple thing was scrapped as well. Once you come out of the cage you can pretty much follow the lead of the extras. They will guide you through it. Tom and Kieran ran them through the choreography several times this afternoon while you…we, were sleeping. We’ve simplified it a great deal and it seems to work much better. As I say, just follow the guys lead and we’ll still end up ‘at the altar’ so to speak, and that part of the script remains exactly the same. Got it?” asked Deirdre looking at her watch. It was almost 10 p.m.

“Yes. It actually does seem a lot simpler,” replied Jana.

“Good, now remember, when the time comes, stay in character. Your need to struggle and pretend you’re frightened to death, at least until you get to the altar. You need to writhe as though you feared for your life, a lot of heaving breasts and so on. The camera loves it. OK, now let’s have you try out the cage to get you used to it,” said Deirdre as she led Jana inside and maneuvered her to the center as she held her by the hips.

“It is hard standing up in here,” said Jana as Deirdre tied the door shut with a rope.

“Well, you won’t be in there for long anyway,” said Deirdre.

“I guess it’s OK” said Jana.

“Now, about the performance,” said Deirdre, “There is some good news and some bad news. Which would you like first?” Deirdre was smiling.

Thinking nothing of it, Jana said, “The good news first, I guess.”

“Well kitten, tonight and all day tomorrow you get to cum as many times as you want to, said Deirdre pausing. “The bad news is that the roll out is now.”

With that, Deirdre gave the control room the high sign and the pin light faded to darkness. Jana could hear the pipe and drape being pulled away in the darkness to the edge of the set. In the blackness Jana was calling out to Deirdre as the cage began to be lifted in the air, higher and higher.

“Deirdre, Deirdre, what’s going on. Please tell me. Deirdre, I’m scared. Oh God, I’m afraid of heights. Oh please, Deirdre answer me…” cried Jana vainly as the drumbeat filled the tent, drowning out her cries for help.

“Deirdre, Deirdre,” Jana was screaming at the top of her voice, “Pleassse let me down, let me down, oh please…”

As the lights slowly came up, Jana’s body began to glow. She could see her hands and arms illuminated in front of her as she frantically clung to one of the wooden bars for support. The inside of the tent was awash with black lights.

Jana was whimpering now and shaking as she could see how far off the ground she was. As she looked down she could see that the altar and the path were the same, although both had streaks of fluorescent paint that shined now. At the opposite end of the path there was a rough-hewn wooden arch on a stone platform with leather straps attached to each of the corner.

Beneath the center of the arch were two large wicker baskets, with two smaller ones at the base of the arch on either side. Just beyond the arch, on each side of the path were a couple of dozen mounds covered in black satin.

The cage began to descend back toward the ground and as it did fire bowls lit up throughout the interior of the tent, sending flames lashing into the air. As the lowering cage got closer to the ground Jana realized that she was descending into her own personal hell.

As the realization set in the black mounds began to move, slowly rising into the air as the cage got closer and closer to the ground. From beneath them appeared men, but not men really. Instead of skin, they had scales, like a snake and red fleshy horns that glowed on each side of their heads. Their faces were painted with fluorescent hues that made them look like grotesque monsters. And finally, and most frighteningly to Jana, their massive cocks were glowing red, like hot pokers.

Jana was frantic now, screaming at the top of her voice, “Oh please no, no not this, oh please anything but this…” as she remembered her ordeal on the plane. As the cage neared bottom Jana was screaming at the top of her lungs. Not words but screaming in absolute fear, screaming for her life, as loud and shrill as she could. Jana’s cries were blood curdling shrieks that could be heard over the deafening drum beat.

When the cage was finally on the ground, the men, devils really, began to slowly move toward Jana. As they did, they raised their heads for the first time. Jana could now see that their eyes were red and leering at her with a cruel lust that made Jana’s screams ever more blood curdling and frantic.

Jana was at the back of the cage now as the fiends untied the rope and threw the door open. Jana clung to the bars with both arms as the creatures tugged at her, groping her all the while. They were too strong for her, but Jana continued to try and clutch the wooden bars on the bottom of the cage, hard as she could in absolute desperation, as they dragged her out, leaving her in a heap of flesh near the base of the arch. Jana was in a fetal position now shaking like a leaf.

Suddenly someone grabbed her hair tightly and yanked her to her feet. Instinctively Jana tried to protect herself by covering her tits and pussy with her hands and arms. Other hands immediately reached out and pulled her arms away from her body, stretching them wide apart. Jana kept her eyes tightly shut, not wanting to meet the gaze of the man viciously yanking her hair.

There were more hands now and she was being lifted off the ground and as they did, they moved forward until her body was pressed hard against the man who suddenly released her hair. They raised her off the ground until she was face to face with the man she knew had to be the giant. Jana continued to keep her eyes closed tightly. The men had her pressed hard against him now. Jana could feel her hard tits pressed against his muscular chest.

Even as she was raised high in the air, his massive cock still pressed against her swelling pussy. The giant roughly grabbed Jana’s chin and brought her eye to eye. Eyes open now, Jana shuddered as he leered at her through his evil red eyes. “You’re lucky we have a script to follow, otherwise I would have them lowering that sweet little pussy of yours onto my cock right now.”

With that the giant made a hand motion and the men lifted Jana even higher in the air above their heads. They had formed a circle around the arch and passed Jana’s body all the way around several times. They were holding her face down, so that as they passed her feet first from man to man, they licked and groped every inch of her exposed body, licking and sucking on her tits and pussy as she went round and round.

On the final turn Jana was brought to an upright position facing the altar. There were men holding her arms and legs and someone had his huge hands clutching Jana’s ass, helping keep her high in the air. Jana was no longer screaming or fighting, it was almost as though she was no longer in her body, but was watching things unfold from a safe distance, several feet behind her.

The men were moving up the steps in front of the arch now and Jana could see the top of the arch directly above her head as they lifted her toward it. Many of the men were swarmed around her now and she could see and feel them tying leather straps to her wrists and ankles as they bound her spread eagle, tethered to the arch, suspended in midair.

Their job complete, the men receded from the platform and disappeared into the darkness as the lights dimmed and only Jana’s body remained washed in constantly changing colored lights. As Jana hung suspended in the air, her mind was racing. She struggled to find meaning and hope in what the giant had just said. They had really thrown a scare into her. I guess they got their money’s worth. All she had to endure now was whatever happened to her between here and the altar, and then it would be over. She could get through this, she resolved.

Suddenly the giant moved forward out of the darkness. As he did, he slowly ascended the stairs and came to a stop immediately in front of Jana. He reached up and ran his hand all over Jana’s tits and chest and down her sides. He circled both her legs with his hands and stroked her wet pussy briefly before he cupped her ass with both of his massive hands, drawing her body forward as his huge tongue lapped at her pussy a couple of times.

Although she was struggling to avoid his touches her body betrayed her and she thrust her pussy into his waiting tongue, but as she did he stepped back and looked up directly into her eyes with an evil red glare. The giant moved forward now and opened a small pot between the large baskets and dipped his hands into it, replacing the top before he rose toward Jana. He now reached up and smeared the sticky substance on both of Jana’s breasts and smeared it thoroughly over her pussy and ass, making sure he got gobs of it up her pussy and ass holes. Jana was frightened now. She was breathing hard and had no idea what to expect next. Were the men going to suddenly return and maul her as she hung there helplessly?

The answer was soon forthcoming. The giant moved to the smaller basket on the right and opened the lid. He slowly withdrew a long black snake like the one from the apple tree. He held it high over his head, directly in front of Jana’s face so she could get a good look at it and then moved closer and closer to Jana. As the snake slithered in his hands he thrust it out toward Jana’s right breast.

She was writhing now in the leather restraints trying to avoid the snake’s head that was being thrust toward her breast. The giant guided the snake’s head over her breast and rubbed it into her soft breast and nipple. The snake began to dart its tongue at the sticky substance, flicking its long tongue at Jana’s tender nipple. Jana was breathing hard and her chest was heaving ferociously. Jana was shaking in fear again as the giant draped the snake over her right shoulder. Slithering around her arm and neck, but eventually coiling itself partially around her left breast as it fed off the sticky substance.

The giant moved to the small basket on the left and retrieved another, slightly larger snake and repeated the process. Jane was shaking uncontrollably now as the snakes were coiled around both her breasts, slowly licking away the stickiness from her breasts and nipples.

As the giant moved now to the larger baskets, Jana was filled with both dread and a heightened sense of anxiety. The giant retrieved not one, but two more snakes, each twice as large as the first two. The giant brought both snakes up close to Jana’s face caressing each side of her face with the snakes’ massive heads as they peered at her through their dead eyes. The snakes tongues darted out and licked the sweat that was pouring from her forehead, darting their exploring tongues into her noise and ears and mouth as she continued to scream at the top of her lungs.

The giant now moved out of sight, behind Jana and she could feel one of the serpent’s tongues lashing into her ass as her cheeks quivered with each thrust of its darting tongue. Placing the rest of the serpent’s body on her right thigh, it coiled around her leg and continued to lap at the stickiness gradually working its tongue farther into Jana’s asshole. Hard as she tried and as repellant as it was Jana’s body was betraying her as she was becoming more and more aroused.

Next the giant moved back to Jana’s front and he held the largest of the snakes back in Jana’s face holding it directly in front of her mouth as its tongue darted repeatedly to the back of her mouth and then lowered it to the small patch of red hair between her legs. As the snake flicked its tongue across her moist clit an electric jolt shot through Jana’s body. Jana’s eyes were glazed over now and with each flick of the massive serpents tongue, Jana’s pussy thrust out to meet it.

The snake was now coiled solidly around her left leg and was greedily licking at Jana’s honey-sweetened pussy. Jana’s hips were rocking furiously now as the serpent drove its tongue into her dripping wet hole and then back across her clit. The harder she bucked the tighter the serpents coiled around her legs and tits, heightening Jana’s pleasure and anxiety as the serpents flicked at her tender nipples and squeezed her tits, all the while she felt the larger snakes thrusting their long tongues up her ass and pussy.

The tension of the last week of frustration and denial came to a boil and Jana finally erupted into one orgasm after another. Her body shook and rocked and writhed as she swung back and forth on her leather tether. Head flung back, Jana was screaming like a wild beast as the orgasms cascaded over her one after another. The giant had receded back into the darkness and Jana was now alone except for the serpents coiled around her writhing body, driving her toward oblivion. Jana’s orgasms continued to come in waves. The serpents’ tongues were relentless.

As Jana hung free on her leather restraints her hips continued to rock back and forth to the rhythm of the serpents tongues. The light was narrower now and exclusively focused on Jana’s heaving chest and quivering body as she shuddered with each orgasm.

The cameras overhead were capturing Jana’s every movement, as they had from the beginning of the ordeal. The other cameramen had moved in close now and were capturing close ups of Jana’s tit’s and pussy, revealing the wetness from her swollen pussy as her juices freely flowing down each of her legs and every flick of the serpents’ tongues on her engorged and sensitive nipples.

One of the overhead cameras was focused on Jana’s face. Her head was tilted back as though it were hanging loose from her body, her eyes wide open and rolled to the back of her head, her nostrils were flaring as she breathed, desperately trying to keep up with the latest orgasm to sweep across her body. Jana’s mouth was wide open and you could see from the contortions of her face muscles that she was screaming, but they went unheard, drowned out by the burgeoning drum beat.

The cameras continued to follow her every contorted movement, every breath, every thrust of her hips and jiggle of her breasts as the snakes remained firmly wrapped around them causing the front of her breasts to bulge out like balloons toward the onslaught of their tongues. Minutes, what seemed like hours, passed as Jana’s body continued to explode from the inside until a sense of almost numbness overwhelmed her body.

Jana’s facial muscles slowly relaxed and the only movement was the flaring of her nostrils as she breathed more slowly now. Jana’s body was now motionless except for her shallow breathing, hanging limply from the leather restraints over her head. The restraints at her ankles were loose now, having been stretched by her convulsing body. The serpents continued to feed hungrily on her engorged pussy and ass.

The Product Ch. 14 by darkdeceptions

“Well, you pegged it, almost an hour,” said George admiringly. “That was 54 minutes by my calculation.”

“Let’s give it another couple of minutes on close ups,” said Deirdre, “before we move on to round two. Make sure there are a lot of tight macro shots of all the important places. That will keep our discerning audience occupied for a while.”

“Tom. What do the numbers look like, so far?” asked Deirdre.

“By the time we were 15 minutes in we had doubled the number of online buys that we had on pre-order and they’re still going up. I’ve never seen numbers like these. I had to add extra bandwidth to handle the demand,” said Tom excitedly.

“Imagine what the residual sales are going to be on the DVDs,” said Kieran staring at the monitors intently as he switched the feed from camera to camera.

“We already have people ordering the downloadable version for tomorrow; a lot of them are the same people watching it now. This is something,” said Tom enthusiastically.

“We need to seriously think about getting the new line of Jana products into production as soon as possible while this is still hot stuff and fresh on everyone’s mind,” said Deirdre calculatingly. “I can see Jana body paint and glitter, not to mention blow up dolls, for our more socially awkward demographic. And all the little boys watching are going to want a new glow in the dark red cock to stroke their honeys with. Of course, they’re going to have to be much larger than anything we currently market.”

“Pity their poor wives,” said Kieran looking up from the console in front of the monitors momentarily, “we’d better include a tube of lubricant with every one of them. It’s a pity we don’t get a kick back from all the gynecologists” said Kieran with a laugh.” “They are going to be busy the next six months fixing lots of aching pussies.”

“Fortunately, the product team is already working on it and procurement is ramping up and busy scheduling production time in Asia,” said Richard in a business like sort of way. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves people, let’s focus on the job at hand.”

“Richard is right,” said Deirdre seriously. “We still have almost 22 hours to go.”

“Are you sure about using the photo of she and her sons in the box?” asked Richard again as he leaned over and whispered into Deirdre’s ear. “She looks like putty to me right now. I really don’t think it is necessary. It would be overkill…and it could be our ace in the hole down the line, if we need to control her.”

“You mean aces,” said Deirdre cynically as she looked up to Richard from the edge of the console. “OK. Yes then, I agree with you, looking at her now, you’re probably right, I agree, we don’t need to worry anymore.”

Deirdre reached for a pen and tore off a piece of white note paper from the pad in front of her. She quickly scribbled a note and handed it to Richard. “Give this to one of the floor team and have them substitute it in the box. But make sure they give you the photo back. We don’t want that falling into the wrong hands accidentally.”


Jana continued to hang from her tether motionless except for her shallow breathing. The demon like figures started to emerge from the darkness as the ground began to fill with a low lying fog-like mist. The demons made their way to the arch slowly and as they mounted it they began to unwind the serpents from Jana’s limp body.

Sorry this has taken so long. it is not a stroke story. it is an exposition of what happened to Kirk and his family after the invaders took over, and how they eventually drive them out. knowing the last chapter left some with a bad taste, i hope this makes up for it. jb7

Fever 07

Kirk surveyed the field before him. Once it had been a wheat field; now, it was not much more than weeds and wildflowers. On the other side, nearly a half-mile to the west, just barely visible, he could see the remnants of the alien invaders. At the northern edge, the field was limited by a thick hedgerow of gorse running along the highway; the southern edge, a bluff overlooking the Missouri River.

It had taken nearly four years of forced attrition, but they had slowly whittled the invaders in this hemisphere down to this last force of roughly 300 aliens: officers, troops and breeding drones, plus nearly a thousand fighting drones. Similar results had been achieved in the rest of the world following his game plan.

The invaders had initially come in twelve ships, each with 24 officers and 288 ‘soldiers,’ supported by 600 fighting drones. On each of the ships, there were 12 selective breeding drones, genetically altered so they could breed with up to five human females at a time, producing a viable drone in as little as four earth-months.

Based on their experience in other, similar, invasions, they counted on being able to fertilize a hatch of women every half hour, to produce up to 240 fighting drones every day. Once a week, barring interference from the female, they expected each breeder to produce another breeding drone.

In the years following the Vietnam conflict, the aliens had covertly landed advance scouts, surgically altered to resemble humans, who had insinuated themselves into positions of power and influence, where they could identify people with ESP abilities, hoping to breed the trait into the fighting drones. They had also seduced several hundred natives with false promises of wealth and status when they took over.

Erica’s advisor had been one such quisling, not only identifying her to the invaders, but also participating in her capture. It had taken Kirk a bit over a year to find her, but he had finally been able to rescue Erica and eliminate the traitor during her third delivery of a drone.

That night, Orion Jones, PhD, her advisor, was serving as midwife, delivering the night’s hatch of drones and placing them in the incubators where they would finish their fetal development. Jones had just caught Erica’s latest delivery and was carrying it to the mechanical incubator when Kirk and his team suddenly materialized in the hatchery. The quisling opened his mouth to scream, but found his voice cut off by a thought from Kirk. The other members of the team released the women from the cribs where they were kept during their pregnancies, and readied them for their escape, aborting the unborn drones.

Kirk, with a mental shove, pushed Jones up against the wall and started a telepathic interrogation, gathering information about the drones and their masters. When he was done with the turncoat, Kirk slowly and methodically destroyed the mechanical incubators and their contents. He then sent a mental blast, similar to the blast Sonny had tried to use on him, at the collaborator, incinerating him, leaving only a pile of cinders.

He rushed to Erica, to assure himself she was okay. As he hugged her, one of his team sent him a silent alarm. A second later, two breeding drones walked into the hatchery. One was obviously older, adult. The other, developmentally, appeared to be an adolescent. Kirk felt Erica shrink in his arms, moving closer to him. Reflexively, he sent his killing blast at the two breeders. Seconds later, the hatchery was empty, Kirk, his team, and the rescued women, safe, somewhere in Central Illinois.

Erica still had her arms around Kirk. “Thank you,” she sobbed. “Oh, god, thank you. I don’t know how much more of that I could have taken.” She tightened her grip on his neck, pulling him to her for a kiss of gratitude.

He gently disengaged and stepped back. With a wry grin, he said, “Careful, girl. Those bastards seem able to follow the smell of sex and track down recent participants without any problem. Let’s get all of you somewhere safe, then you can tell us about what you’ve been through.”

“Scan us first. Make sure they haven’t implanted any kind of tracking devices; especially the non-telepaths, to make sure none of them were cooperating with those bastards. It seemed like some of them had easier times than the two or three telepaths who were caged with me.”

“Thanks. I hadn’t thought of that. Seeing what they’ve done to the men, I can’t imagine anyone collaborating, but I guess, if conditions are bad enough…” Kirk called two of his team mentally and gave them some instructions. He turned back to Erica.

“This war has brought out all sorts of latent abilities and strengths. Before the aliens showed up, I wouldn’t have bet a quarter that any of the people who traveled with Lorenz’s troupe had any ability to teleport, or to blast an enemy, or exert any kind of mental control on an individual. Now, it’s rare to find anyone who’s been in a battle who can’t do all three.”

He had been running his hands up and down her sides and over her back and shoulders. “I don’t…wait, what’s this?” he asked, running his hands over her lower abdomen. “It looks like they left something in your uterus. Hold on, this may hurt a little.”

“Just get rid of it, then tell the others where to look. I knew there would be something. Can you teleport them all to the Great Lakes or the Gulf? The drones don’t like large bodies of water; anything over an acre in size, they try to avoid. When they moved us from New York, they could have gone along the coast, but they moved inland and traveled through Pennsylvania. It must have taken them at least a day longer.”

At that moment, one of the members of the rescue team came up to them. “Kirk, all the women have some sort of chip in their abdomen, apparently in the uterus. Two of the women are giving off an aura of anger, like they don’t want to be with us. None of us can get through the anger. Will you try? And what should we do about the chips?”

“Remember that subterranean lake up on the Wisconsin border? Send the chips to the large rock in the middle. I’ll be over in a moment to check the women.” He looked at Erica. “I’m sorry, sweets.”

She felt a brief burst of pain, causing her to emit a gasping scream, echoed by all the women who had been rescued. “Oooh, shit!” she moaned. “Thanks, I think. I don’t suppose there was another way, but, god!”

“We could have taken them out the same way they were inserted, but by then, they’d have found us. This way, they’ll be walking into a pitch black cave with no outside light, and a large, deep lake, with no warning. One of the traits we’ve noticed is they have no sense of danger unless they can see the source, and with their eyes so deep set, they practically can’t see what is in front of their toes.

“Come along and help me with these women.” The five members of the rescue team were comforting and consoling seven of the ten women they rescued. Erica was number eight. The two remaining women, apparently of Slavic descent, were standing slightly apart from the others, arms crossed across their breasts, looking angry. Average in size and brunette in coloring, on a beauty scale from 1 to 5 (bulldog ugly to kitten cute), neither would have quite made it to 3. Calling them plain was being kind.

Kirk and Erica quickly scanned them, looking for evidence of either outright collaboration or sympathetic feelings for the aliens. What they found was manifest resentment at being removed from the best situation either woman had ever found herself in.

It appeared that they were one time prostitutes. Getting fucked two or three times a year was, to them, better than the ten to fifteen tricks a night they had to turn to avoid getting a beating from their pimp. They were warm, dry, and relatively well fed. So they had to deliver a baby every six months, and have their breasts milked every day. To them, it was a small price to pay for security.

Kirk scanned first one, then the other. He looked at Erica as he finished the second woman. She had the same puzzled look on her face he was sure was on his. Telepathically, he sent her a query. “Do you sense something odd here?”

“Mmhmm. They are both presenting the same information about themselves. And, frankly, I don’t ever remember seeing them in the rape rack. Hang on a minute.” She looked at the crowd of rescued women, focusing on the other telepaths. “Were any of you in the rack with either of these two women?”

One of the women, an older brunette,responded. “They didn’t get racked with any of us. That bastard, Orion, saved them for him and that hogfaced squid to play with. I heard him hypnotizing them one night, and later saw them with Orion and his buddy. That freak had three of his snakes in one of them and two in the other while she sucked Orion off.”

“Yeah,” a second telepath added, “and did you see them the night Squido ran that snaky tongue of his up, I think her name is Shirley, her ass while Orion was screwing her. When she started to come, he pulled his tongue out of her ass and slid it in alongside Orion’s cock.” She laughed. “Big O pulled out in a hurry, with Squido’s tongue wrapped around his thing; and O squirting cum all over Shirley’s belly. They almost caught me watching, I laughed so hard.”

Kirk chuckled. “Okay, ladies, thank you. That helps explain what we found.” He turned to Erica. “Hypnotism. They’ve been programmed to respond a certain way in this situation. Think you can reprogram one of them, or should we just send them back?”

“We have to reprogram them. I wouldn’t send my worst enemy’s mother back there, even if it meant they wouldn’t be born. Imagine if you can… remember the glass marbles you played with as a kid, the aggies, about a half or five-eighths of an inch? Okay, now imagine you have a hard on and someone is pushing one of those into your cock through your piss hole, all the way back into your sack. That’s sort of what it was like to be fucked by, what did Minnie call him, Squido.

“Knock ‘em out, or whatever you need to do to make them unaware of where we’re going, but we’re not sending them back. We can find out who they really are later, and put them to work as nurses or something.

“Now, let’s get the hell out of here before we’re traced.”

They teleported to the same field Kirk and Lorenz had landed in a few years before, to approach the farm stealthily, on foot. Using some equipment stolen, errr…acquired from the invaders, one of the old travelers, an optical engineer, had cobbled together a holograph generator they were able to use to hide the farm house.

It wasn’t totally foolproof if you knew what you were looking for, but Lorenz and his followers were well liked in the area, and had been able to keep the aliens out of the neighborhood.

Kirk cautiously approached the top of the rise. He could see the top of the barn and the silo. He hesitated, scanning the site mentally and visually, using binoculars, looking for anything out of place. He received a welcoming thought from his mother and rose up to run to the house. The other people with him saw his actions and followed suit.

Two shots rang out. One kicked up dust a few feet ahead and to the side of Kirk. The other was intercepted by the woman identified as Shirley. Two of the male members of Kirk’s team used their mental skill and quickly located and immobilized the snipers. Kirk ran back to see if anything could be done for the wounded woman.

“Kirk,” she gasped, as he approached. “I want to thank you for trying to help…I know it wasn’t…your choice…to bring us along. Please, take care of…Susie…my sister-in-law…Our husbands…were killed…when the invaders…first got to…our town…She’s a good girl…a little rigid… sometimes …but she…does what’s…right…when…she knows…who…to lis…ten to…Tell her…I said…” With a final gasp, Shirley joined her brother. Kirk bowed his head, and slowly shook it with remorse, recalling how he had prejudged the women based on no evidence. The sound of someone approaching brought him back to the current situation.

The two team members who had immobilized the snipers were approaching him with two men who were struggling to get free. When they saw Kirk stand, they immediately froze.

“But, I saw you go down; I got you! I know I got you!” shouted the younger of he two men.

“Sonny! You fucking sonuvabitch! And you, Ron! Godammit! As if it weren’t hard enough to deal with the friggin’ hogfaces, I have to worry about bastards like you! Tom, Rick, Jim! Move out and back about a hundred yards or so and do a mental search, Make sure these fuckers didn’t lead any of the hogfaced bastards to us.”

“See, Sonny,” sneered Ron. “I tol’ you he’d come back here. The hogfaces will pay us good for this…” He stopped, seeing the expression on Kirk’s face.

The three men trotted off in different directions and returned a quarter of an hour later. They each shook their head. “Nothing, Kirk,” said the one identified as Rick. I went back about a quarter of a mile. Noone behind us.”

“Good. I contacted the farmhouse. Lorenz is there. He said to deal with them as I saw fit.”

He turned to the would be killers. “Sonny, Ron, your own words when you got here indicated your intent was to kill me. At the very least, you are guilty of assault with a deadly weapon. The fact that you killed an innocent bystander elevates that to first degree murder in any state in the world. Nobody would blame me for executing you summarily.

“As much as you deserve it, I’m unable to deliberately kill a relative. Rick, take my cousins’ rifles back about ten, twelve yards and drop ‘em on the ground.” Rick picked up one of the rifles and began to eject the unspent cartridges. “No, leave ‘em loaded and charged,” Kirk ordered him.

“Ron, Sonny. Here’s the deal. You can go, but your rifles stay where they are. If you stop to pick them up, you’ll be fried to a crisp. Now, get your traitorous asses outta here,” he said turning away.

“C’mon,” he said gesturing to his companions, “let’s go.”

As soon as he had turned, Ron motioned to Sonny and they ran back to pick up their guns. They straightened up, turned and were aiming at Kirk when the blast of mental energy consumed them. All that remained were two lumps of steaming, misshapen globs of metal.

“Damn, Kirk,” said Jim, “I’ve seen you do that a half dozen times, and it’s still scary as all hell. How come we don’t feel the heat? Look at those fuckin’ guns!”

“The mental power acts as an energy shield, absorbing all the heat energy and reflecting it back to the target, elevating the temperatures, aiding the process.”

“You knew they’d try for the rifles?”

“Yeah. While you were scouting, I explored Ron’s head. There’s an alien outpost in Ruthorford. There are wanted posters up for me and Lorenz, dead, alive or information leading to capture. He planned to kill me to be able to convince the invaders he could produce Lorenz, to get more money for his information.

“We’ll have to do something about that outpost. It’s too close for comfort. We can’t be too obvious about it; that would just advertise our presence and get them to send more drones. We’ll kick around some ideas at the house.” As he turned to walk to the farmhouse, he teleported the still hot remnants of the rifles back to the hatchery.

Lorenz was waiting on the porch when the group arrived at the farm house. “They’re gone?” was all he asked.

“Like we should have done two years ago.” Anger and weariness were evident in Kirk’s voice.

“Well, it’s done now. The woman was unfortunate, but her death was not something anyone could have foreseen. How is her sister-in-law taking it?”

“Talk about bizarre! Just after Shirley died, her sister, Susie, walked up, looked at the body and said, “Shirley’s gone? Are you the boss? Tell me what to do.” Since then, she’s only been two or three steps away from me.”

Lorenz gave a short laugh. “The burdens of leadership. Assign her to someone. You can’t be a babysitter.”

“We were going to send both of them down to the troop hospital in Joplin. Still seems like a good idea. A couple of the other non-telepaths have had nursing experience. She could be paired with them.

“But first, she may have some information for us about the breeders. I got to see a couple up close, but had to nuke them before I could get a real close look. Susie and Shirley were toys for one of the breeders and their human caretaker. One of the telepaths observed them one night and described it for me. Some freaky shit.

“Also, Erica wants to talk about what happened to her, too. Mostly just to get it off her taboo memory banks. You don’t need to hear it unless you want to.”

“Of course I’ll be there, if she wants me to be.”

They turned and entered the house, going to the living room where Erica and the other rescued telepaths, Minnie, Ruth, Anita, and T’sahn were talking with Susie.

She was saying, “I know I can’t communicate like you guys do, but I have some information about the breeders I bet you don’t have, and about how the eggs are started, and how the drones from that hatchery will be different from ones produced at other sites around the country.”

“What do you mean, Susie?” Lorenz asked, alerting the women to their presence.

Susie blushed. “I guess it’s no secret that Dr. Jones and Harr-1used Shirley and me for recreational sex, especially Dr. Jones. When we were captured, he told me, the aliens somehow cauterized our uteruses, or something, so we couldn’t get pregnant, by anyone. I think it was the first time they raped us.

“One night he explained the whole process to me, and how our hatchery was different. That was the night I learned Harr-1, the one you all called Squido, was a hermaphrodite, with that aggregation of penicles, as he called them, and a vulva, just like ours.

“He could suck his penicles up into his abdomen, revealing the vulva, exposing it for penetration. That night I saw Dr. Jones…” she shuddered, “I’ll say it, it’s the only word. Dr. Jones fucked that creature, stimulating it to produce more eggs, but eggs with a human component, from Dr. Jones semen.

“Our part of the hatchery was to see how they developed and performed. I got the impression from Dr. Jones the aliens weren’t very pleased with the results. The human-alien drones developed slower, and were harder to train and supervise in the field.

Kirk laughed. “Good! Erica, does any of this mesh with what you experienced?”

“Pretty much. I didn’t know about the hermaphrodite, but it doesn’t surprise me. The fertilized eggs had to come from somewhere and be stored in his body, err…her, oh, shit! Its body.”

Kirk interrupted. “How did you get caught, Erica. When we talked, just after the alarm, you were packing to leave. You said they were at least a day away.”

“Good ol’ Doc Jones, that bastard! Right after you disengaged, he knocked on my apartment door and said he had a mini van and offered me a ride to campus where he said I could catch a bus home. I didn’t have any reason not to trust him, so I didn’t bother to scan him. I followed him downstairs, to the parking lot.

“There was a minivan with the side door open. I climbed in and everything went black. It was some sort of gas. When I woke up, I was chained in a crib, naked except for my panties. Jones was there, with Squido…sorry, Susie, but that’s the way I think of h…it. It was telling the good doctor they had captured a pair or women for him, that he could not have sex with the breeding stock. They were reserved for him and the new breeders when they arrived.”

“What else can you tell us, Susie, that will help us defeat them?”

“I don’t know; they hate human men, think they’re weak because they only have one…uh, thing; they like mating with human women because we can do it so often. They can smell us when we ovulate or have our periods. They especially like to mate with us during our period; the flow helps lubricate us for them. My husband wasn’t much for foreplay, but next to them, he was Casanova.

“With Shirley and me, for their recreational sex, it wasn’t that different from what I saw happening with the women who were tied up in the rack. They told us what position they wanted, then forced their way into us. They would start out skinny, and then enlarge themselves when we were full. There were times it felt like a softball on the end of a fire hose being pushed around inside me.”

“What do you know about the drones which were produced?”

“There’s not an awful lot to know. From what Harr-1 told Orion, the ones bred by the aliens are quite frail, subject to damage from exposure to moisture, to, what did he call it, our fucking sand? Yes! They can’t stand to walk across a patch of ground with sharp stones or crushed gravel; he said one hatchling of his was destroyed by brushing up against a plant which had teeth on its stem. He said it had a red blossom and smelled so sweet it was sickening.”

“Roses!” exclaimed Kirk. “Thank you, Susie! You’ve been a bigger help than you can imagine. If I can ever do anything for you, just ask.” He turned to Lorenz.

“I think we have enough information now to start planning our takeback campaign. We need to find out what kind of firepower they have access to, and how we can counter them.”

Susie spoke up. “The night Harr-1 told all this to Orion, he seemed to be a little drunk, so I’m not sure how truthful it was, but he said because the drones were so expendable, they weren’t trusted with anything except what he called ‘muskets.’ They sounded like shotguns from the way he described them. Even the soldiers, the leaders of the drones, carry only rapid fire pistols, something like an Uzi. The working commanders, officers, carry what looks like a 9mm automatic, similar to a WWI Mauser, but with the clip in the handle.”

She paused and looked at her audience. They were gaping at her, as if they couldn’t believe what she was saying. “My husband was a hunter and a gun nut. He talked guns; I listened and paid attention.

“The biggest worry you will have is their artillery. They have several of what they call compact field pieces. He told Orion they were laser guided explosive rounds, about five to eight kilograms each, which produced upwards of a thousand shards of shrapnel each. But they are still only projectile rounds. They should be easy to sabotage if you can get to them.”

Almost unconsciously, both Lorenz and Kirk scanned the woman as she stopped talking. There was no sign of subterfuge; she was telling the truth as she knew it. They looked at each other and nodded. They would accept her account, until it was somehow proven wrong.

“Thank you, Susie. You’ve made our work easier, immensely. We owe you again.” Kirk looked at Lorenz. “It’s been a long day, and I’m beat. Can we pick this up tomorrow?” Lorenz nodded and stood to leave.

He looked at Tiffany and held out his hand. “Coming, Tiff?”

“If you do your part right,” she grinned and got one in return. Kirk laughed and stood up.

“Ladies, as much as I missed you all, I must bid you a good night. Erica, if you want, you are at the top of my list.”

She smiled, and patted Susie on the shoulder. “Second, Kirk. I think there is someone who needs you more than I do.”

Susie flashed her a smile which almost made the plain woman pretty. She then looked at Kirk. “Can I speak to you privately for a few minutes?”

He nodded, puzzled. In his bedroom, he closed the door behind them. “What…” he started.

“Please, just let me talk. I heard that you want to send me to work in a hospital in Missouri. Is that because you don’t trust me? Because of the relationship I had with Harr -1?”

“No, not at all. With the exception of you and some of the other women who were rescued from the hatchery, everyone here is a telepath. We communicate that way much of the time. Especially over distances, from several yards to a few thousand miles. At the hospital, you would be with normals, non-telepaths. We thought you’d be more comfortable there.”

“You’re going to establish some kind of resistance, a guerilla war, aren’t you? I can help. I can shoot. Give me a .22 with a scope and I can drive a ten-penny nail at 300 yards. I can do espionage. Women can walk around the towns. From the other women I talked to at the hatcheries I was at, men aren’t allowed in towns; you’d be either seized or shot on the spot. I could walk around all day, right along their fences. They might shove their snouts up my skirt, but they wouldn’t hurt me. Only the breeders seem to want sex with human women, and since I can’t breed, they wouldn’t be interested in me. Let me help, Kirk! I know I can.”

Kirk looked at the earnest 40-something in front of him. There was something in her eyes. He asked if there was something else she wanted.

She blushed and lowered her head. With a deep breath, she raised her eyes and looked at him. “You said if there was anything I wanted or needed, just ask. As soon as you can, I want you to fuck me. It won’t be making love because we’re strangers, but I don’t want to die knowing that the last time I had sex it was with one of them.

“I know I’m not pretty. Shit, I have to put on make-up to get to plain. When this is all over, women will outnumber men by a lot. A man will be able to have his choice or choices, more likely. In the Old West, they used to have wagons which would carry whores around to line camps, cattle drive camps, mines, places where there were men who wouldn’t be choosey about who he was banging. That’s what I’m looking forward to as far as sex is concerned; that or an empty bed.

“I’ve seen how you react to women and how they all react to you. I would like to have that feeling, even if it’s only for a single time. If you’re too tired, let me sleep in your bed tonight, and take me in the morning. Please.”

“You know, it might be dangerous work,” he said, reaching for the buttons on her shirt.

“Which?” she asked, with a grin. “Spying, or getting fucked by you?”

“Both,” he answered, smiling, as he pulled her shirt out of her skirt.

“Oh, gawd, I hope so,” she laughed, throwing her arms around his neck, capturing his lips with hers.

Kirk was wakened by the bright afternoon sun coming in the windows. From the shadows, he correctly guessed it was a bit past one. His movement to get up disturbed the warm body pressed against his back. “Nooo, not yet. Please. Don’t go.” Her arms tightened around his chest.

“It’s that or a very smelly shower,” he laughed.

“Promise to come right back?”

He turned over in her arms and gave her a kiss full of tongue in answer. “Unless the enemy’s at the door when I’m done, I’ll be back in five minutes.”

“That’s an awful long time; I’ll come with you. Maybe I can help.” She kicked off the bed covers and stretched. Kirk groaned, looking at her body in the light. She may not have had a pretty face, but the forty year old body was nearly perfect–36B breasts, a 23-inch waist, 34-inch hips on a five foot seven frame. Her untrimmed, coal black pubic nest was a few shades darker than the hair surrounding her face. Only the visible ribs and hip bones attested to her recent ordeal with the aliens.

He stood up and extended his hand to help her out of the bed. Instead, she leaned forward and slipped her lips over the crown of his prick. “Damn, Susie! You keep that up and you’ll get a double mouthful–cum and piss. Let’s go do our bathroom thing, then I promise, it’ll be better than last night.”

“Don’t make any promise you can’t keep. Last night was probably the best time I’ve ever had,” she said with a grin. “But I’ll be glad to let you try.”

Ten minutes later, they were back in bed. With a pillow under her shoulders, her head on the bed, she was in perfect position to entertain the cock buried in her throat. Kirk had her legs behind his arms as he probed her pussy with his tongue. Their mutual moans of pleasure filled the room and were easily heard by the people in the hall who had come up to rouse them.

Lorenz looked at Erica and Mary. “Sounds like they need some more time. I’ll come back up in a half hour or so.”

Mary laughed. “Meg always said you were an optimist.” The three of them grinned as the sounds changed from moans to bedsprings and slaps of flesh on flesh. “From my experience, better make it an hour.” she continued.

Susie lay sprawled on the bed, lightly gasping for breath, cum seeping out of her quim, as Kirk pulled on his pants. “Remind me not to doubt you when you make a promise. Harr-1 was able to make me feel full up, and he hit all the right places. It was better in some ways than with my husband, especially toward the end. But this morning and last night—god, you took me places I never even dreamed about. Thank you. I will treasure this memory as long as I live.”

“Susie, one of the things I’ve learned about sex is that unless both people are trying to make it good, it will never be more than mediocre. If this was good for you, it’s because you made it good for me. It has been a long time since I enjoyed casual sex as much as I did this morning. Normally, there would have to be some strong emotional connection on both sides. Thank you.”

“Well, that explains part of it. I think I love you.” When Kirk opened his mouth to object, she put her fingers over his mouth. “Hush. I have no illusions about us. I’m at least fifteen years older than you are; you can have your pick of any woman within a hundred miles. Without putting too fine a point on it, this was a mercy fuck, only because I asked for it, and you felt obligated because of your promise. But it was the best I can remember. For rescuing us and for this, I am allowed to love you, and I will.

“Just, don’t send me away. I have several reasons to seek revenge, besides the nightly rape. They killed my brother, my husband, and my son in front of me. They were responsible for the murder of my sister-in-law, the only family I had left. Let me help you.”

Lorenz’s knock and entry precluded Kirk’s answer. “Didn’t hear any activity, and I sensed you were talking,” Lorenz said as he entered. Kirk quickly teleported a gown from the closet to cover Susie’s nudeness, sensing her embarrassment at being caught nude with a naked man sitting on the side of her bed. “Hope it wasn’t anything important. Kirk, we need you downstairs to discuss what we’re going to do about the aliens in Ruthorford.”

“Okay, Lorenz. I’ll be right down. Susie, why don’t you join us? You might have some information about them which might help.”

“Be glad to. Thank you.” she answered, her smile lighting up her face.

The major decision to come out of the meeting was that they needed some intel about the situation in Ruthorford–how many troops were there; how were they deployed; where were the weapons; how were they guarded; where were their weak points; how could they exploit them? Susie came up with the scheme to determine the answers to their questions.

The aliens had landed a bit over eighteen months earlier at this point in time. After a bloody six months during which they had mercilessly shot, on sight, any man or woman who appeared to be 55 or older( too old to father or bear children, they claimed); during which they would challenge any adult male to produce and sustain an erection within four minutes or be shot; during which they seized pregnant women and carried them off to the hatcheries which were being set up to produce the fighting drones, where their pregnancies were terminated and they were ‘re-seeded’ with alien eggs.

Any show of resistance was immediately met by an withering blast of return fire. If any number of others in the vicinity were also killed, the aliens did not seem to care. A squad could invade a home at any time of day. If any of the family resisted, the entire family was dispatched and the home burned to the ground. By the end of the first six months, it seemed that the natives of Earth were thoroughly cowed, the will to resist frightened out of them.

So sure were the aliens that Earth was too scared to resist, they had attributed the destruction of the hatchery by Kirk to faulty electrical wiring. In their minds, resistance was futile, therefore, unimaginable.

Lorenz and some of the men stayed at the farm. Kirk and half a dozen other men were hidden in a grove of trees near the University golf course. Utilizing Lorenz’s slow teleport technique, the women teleported, in pairs, into the downtown area, to streets or alleys where they could materialize without being noticed. Each of the women was monitored by one of the men with Kirk; the monitor would be aware of everything she heard and saw, or physically felt.

Each man was responsible for monitoring two women, not in the same pair. Pairs were paired–during their walkabout, they had to keep their companion pair in sight. One of each pair of women, the bait, was either ovulating or menstruating. If they were stopped by one of the roving teams of aliens, the companion team was to stop and observe from a distance.

The man monitoring the bait would release his hold on the observer and concentrate all his attention on the bait during the stop. When the aliens were done with their harassment, the bait would visually locate the companion pair so the monitor could re-join with the observer.

Kirk was monitoring Erica and Susie. Back at the farm, he had experimented with having Susie touch one of the other non-telepath women while he monitored her, to see if he could read the other woman through her. He was unsure, until he had the woman silently read an article while she was in physical contact with Susie. He was able to grasp the meaning from Susie as it was read.

Since the women who had been captive all had a small working knowledge of the alien language, they might be able to glean the answers to their questions from the alien soldiers they encountered. At least, that was the hope.

Susie and T’sahn were the first pair placed on Elmwood Street, the main street connecting the campus with the town. Erica and Anita were next, placed in an alley off the main drag, about a block from the first pair. As soon as each pair was clear of the alley, another pair was placed, until there were six pairs in town, all blending into the late morning crowds, comprised mostly of college age and slightly older women.

Simultaneously scanning both Erica and Susie, Kirk soon identified a pair of alien soldiers swaggering along the street, not far from Susie and T’sahn. He alerted the women and felt Susie increase her breathing rate, along with adding a little extra oomph to her hip sway. Her display accomplished her goal. Kirk sensed the soldier’s hand grab her shoulder.

Kirk was immediately aware of the division which occurred in Susie. Part of her brain remained cool and calm, analytical. The rest assumed a fearful attitude, showing extreme anxiety at being singled out by the soldier.

“You, Earth bitch! Stop!” ordered the obviously older one of the pair.

“Wh–wh–what? I’m n-not d-doing anything wrong, s-s-sir.”

“Show me you papers! Wait! What’s that I smell? Is that you?” he laughed. “Can you smell her, Grog-3?” The alien dropped to one knee and lowered his nose to the hem of Susie’s skirt. In his native tongue, he continued, “By Ariadne’s sweet sweet, this bitch smells just like home,” he said, pushing his snout up between Susie’s thighs to her mound. She gave a shiver and pushed her hands down on his head, as if to push him away.

“Take your hands…”

“Don’t bother, Grog-3; she isn’t pushing hard enough to block a desert worm.”

“Still, to think an Earth bitch would have the nerve to put their hands on a Dhogian soldier.”

“Fear gives strength otherwise lacking. Remember your training, and I can smell her fear nearly as strong as I smell her moon blood.” he tapped Susie’s vulva a couple of times with his snout, laughing when he felt her flinch. He pulled his head out from under her skirt. “You should have a sniff, Grog-3. It’s nearly as good as a furlough to the imag-i-hold,” he said, standing up.

The other soldier gave his friend a cautionary look, reminding him not to talk about their technology. “What, you think this fearful bitch is going to understand what we’re saying?” questioned the senior soldier. “Have a whiff of that moon blood and clear your thinking.”

The younger alien looked at the pavement, understanding the older soldier’s thinking. He bent over and pushed his nose in between Susie’s thighs and followed them up to her vulva, where he took a huge inhalation.

“Unnngh,” he growled. “You’re right; she does smell like Naihars Sands. Reminds me of the first…but you don’t need to know about her,” he grinned. He even tolerated Susie’s attempt to keep his head away from her crotch.

The old soldier laughed and playfully slapped the younger one on the back of his head. “Let’s get back to the base and see if we can wrangle some imag-i-hold time,” he growled, pushing his companion back the way they had come.

The whole exchange, less than five minutes, had been rich in information. The old soldier was the equivalent of a Master Sergeant; the younger, a lance corporal. Their companionship that day was based on a familial relationship.

Between the two of them Kirk had learned that there was only about the equivalent of an army company (roughly a hundred troops and officers) stationed in Ruthorford, to guard the weapons depot located inside the college football stadium.

The troops were also housed inside the arena. At night, they were usually all sleeping, except for two teams of four guards who manned the entrances to the arena and the football field.

None of the alien soldiers wanted nighttime guard duty. It lasted from 8:00PM to 8:00AM, switching every two hours, usually following a day of normal duty. This meant that by 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning, the on-duty guards were probably falling asleep.

Falling asleep on guard duty was considered a breach of etiquette, not a failure to perform one’s duty. As long as two of the four guards were awake and alert, sleeping on duty was tolerated, if not condoned. Informally, the nap times were staggered so each guard managed a four hour ‘nap’ while on duty.

Now they had to find the cannons and inspect them to determine the best way to disable them without alerting the invaders to their presence so close to an outpost.

Kirk had one of the scouting pairs, Minnie and Ruth, make their way to the football stadium to reconnoiter the area. They found the streets blocked a hundred yards from the stadium, all the way around it. As they strolled around the large structure they were frequently stopped and examined by invader patrols.

One of the patrols comprised their equivalent of a young first lieutenant and an older top sergeant. When they stopped the human women, Minnie recognized the ranks and correctly guessed it was the first command for the young officer, and the older non-com was teaching him the ropes.

While the two soldiers were examining their papers, she managed to turn her ankle and fell into the older veteran, creating a large area of bodily contact, giving her monitor enormous access to his storehouse of memories and knowledge.

As soon as her monitor realized her intention, he had alerted Kirk, who had tapped into the monitor, using him as a conduit for the information he ‘downloaded’ from the sergeant. One of the first things Kirk sensed was that the sergeant was not at all pleased at the contact with the earth woman, and started to draw his pistol but was stopped by the lieutenant, who cautioned him that if they shot all the women, they would run out of brood stock, and they would have to use the soldiers and officers in the hatcheries.

The old sergeant growled his acquiescence, and stepped away from Minnie, breaking her hold and letting her drop to the pavement. As she started to get up, he placed his foot on her ass and pushed, sending her face first into the street.

Kirk immediately put a damper on the telepaths’ flare of anger, letting them know that the sergeant would be near the top of the list of those who received a lesson in interplanetary relations. He told the team they had all the information they needed for the present and to prepare to return.

The old sergeant had been a treasure trove of intelligence. Coupled with what they had learned from Susie’s encounter earlier, they now knew that the stadium housed six of the compact field pieces, one of the largest concentrations of firepower on the two continents in the Western Hemisphere; that at any time during the night, the odds were that there would only be two guards awake; that the artillery was kept in the end zone, furthest from the street.

A major reason for the security precautions was the extremely highly polished surface on the projectiles and the inner surface of the barrel. Both were machined and polished to +/- 30 nanometers (3 ten-thousandths of a micron). Any imperfection on the surface of the shell or the barrel larger than 30 nanometers rendered both useless.

The artillery pieces were constructed of extremely hard metal, generally corrosive resistant. At least they had been on other invasion sites. Something in Earth’s atmosphere, in the acid rain, threatened to corrode the inside of the barrels, so they were kept under special tarpaulins, to filter the corrosive ions from the air. The invaders had learned as little as three hours exposure to the unfiltered atmosphere was enough to disable the compact field pieces.

More importantly, Kirk had learned, this invasion had come with another set of problems not foreseen by the invaders. His destruction of the hatchery, and of the three breeders assigned to it that night, had destroyed two percent of the breeders mature enough to be productive. The breeders ‘grown from earthly seed,’ so to speak, were taking exceptionally long to mature.

On other planets, native hybrids were ready in a few as nine months from implantation in their native hosts. On Earth, the officers overseeing that part of the invasion, estimated that new breeders would not be productive for over five years after implantation.

The genetic code in the human DNA they absorbed from their hosts which controlled the rate of sexual development, necessary to enable impregnation and successful implantation, was interfering with the maturational process of the hybrids.

In addition, it seemed, some human women were able to differentiate between the fighting drones which were implanted in them and the breeding drones. Statistically, some spontaneous miscarriages were to be expected. Breeding drones, which represented about two out of a thousand implantations, were being rejected at a rate where they represented 10 percent of the unsuccessful pregnancies, some twenty times the expected rate of miscarriage for breeding drone fetuses.

While most of the breeders were relatively young, because of the demands on their bodies to produce viable drones, and to satisfy the sexual needs of the officers, their reproductive life was only about five or six years. Kirk realized that if the alien breeders were destroyed, the supply of fighting drones could be exhausted before the hybrids were productive.

He called his advisors together and reviewed what he had learned, and they made their plans. First, the directive went out to all telepaths: Eliminate the hatcheries and the breeding drones, especially the breeders. The best way to identify them– they had two extra penicles. Plus, it was suspected that they were hermaphroditic.

Next, the information about the artillery pieces was sent to the other telepaths, along with the recommendation that the special tarps be removed during nights when it was raining. Kirk reasoned that the hogfaced invaders didn’t like the rain any more than they liked other running water, and would not be likely to walk out and inspect the artillery pieces in wet weather.

The lightly corrosive rain, over time, would deteriorate the barrels, and the shells, making them useless. With such tight tolerances for the surfaces, refacing the projectiles or the barrels was out of the question, even if the invaders had the equipment to do so, since it would require the removal of material, opening the gap between shell and cannon, exceeding the necessary tolerance limits.

Kirk and his team planned a war of attrition–slowly eating away at the strength and morale of the invaders. Over the next few years, they would teleport into a post and kidnap a soldier or officer, using mind control to keep them quiet and compliant.

Once away from the compound, the invader was either killed outright, or used as bait, to lure the aliens or their drones into a lake or river, where they were immediately disabled and destroyed. Dead bodies, with no visual wounds, were left to be found by garrisons several hundred miles distant.

Invaders in the more arid atmospheres would suffer similar fates as the fighting drones attempted to march across the sharp sands of the deserts, cutting open their feet, and quickly dehydrating and dying.

It was slow, but it was guaranteed to be successful. Invaders who responded by attacking non-combatants found themselves being used as bait the next day, a lesson which was quickly learned by the officers and soldiers. A lesson taught by the old sergeant who had pushed Minnie to the street.

After the planning session, Kirk went to find Minnie, to see how badly hurt she was. She was lying on a bed with Mary and Tiffany working on resetting her broken nose, and cleaning the dirt from the scrapes on her forehead and cheeks. “Hey, Min, how you doing?”

“I’m alright, Kirk. I just wish I could have fried that bastard.”

“I understand. If you hadn’t been so close to their barracks, I might have let you. It would have caused some suspicion, but without a body, I don’t know what they would do. I came to let you know, he is going to be their first casualty in our war. Ron and I are going in tonight to start to raise some hell. If you want to tune in on Ron, you’ll be able to watch what happens.”

She smiled her thanks, then winced with the pain caused by the scrapes on her cheeks and the multiple fractures in the bridge of her nose. She grabbed Kirk’s hand and pulled it to her breast. “Promise me,” she demanded, “promise me that they’ll suffer.

“Not just for what he did to me; I’ll heal, but for what they have done to the others, like Susie and her family. Make them afraid, Kirk. They feel fear; I sensed it in that old fart when I fell on him. He was afraid of something in me. Do whatever you have planned, but scare the shit out of them!”

“I don’t know if it’ll scare the shit out of them, but before we’re done, they’ll believe in ghosts. That I can promise,” he replied.

After dinner, Kirk and Ron met in the barn. There were some supplies they needed to gather. After reviewing their plans, they slow teleported to a grove of trees just outside of Ruthorford. They were a few hundred yards from the stadium. Ron swore when he landed in what seemed to be a large puddle, except that it hadn’t rained in several days.

A light went off in Kirk’s head. “Perfect,” he whispered to Ron. “This is one of the few remnants of the last Ice Age. Around the Midwest, there are three or four bottomless bogs, left when the ice melted, some thirteen thousand years ago. This part of the country, east of the Mississippi, was a large inland sea. Over time, it has dried up, leaving up to ten feet of topsoil and these swampy areas.

“Be careful, most of the areas that look like water are really quicksand. These hogfaced bastards don’t like water? After tonight, they’ll fear it.”

Kirk explained his new plan while they waited for the remnants of the sunlight to fade. During his contact with the old sergeant, Kirk had learned that when he was on guard duty, he liked to take the midnight watch. A few minutes before the midnight hour, he and Ron teleported into the center of the stadium.

Staying in the shadows, they made their way to the artillery storage area. They pulled the protective tarps from the weapons. Kirk had brought enough nitric and hydrochloric acids to make up six pints of aqua regia, the acid compound used to dissolve the so-called noble metals. Highly corrosive, it was sure to oxidize any ferrous compounds in the artillery pieces.

He and Ron poured a pint down the barrel of each of the pieces. With a grin, Kirk then teleported enough water from the swamp to fill each of the pieces to the bottom lip of the barrel. By morning, they would all be pitted so badly they would be unuseable.

They found the laser guided projectiles, stored in cases of twenty, a few yards from the cannons. Ron whispered a suggestion to Kirk, who nodded. The next time anyone opened a case of projectiles, they would find them packed, like sardines, in salt water.

They had just finished replacing the tarps when they heard someone approaching. Kirk grabbed Ron and teleported them to just above the sergeant’s head. Kirk entered the alien’s mind and seized control of his voice. He instructed Ron to grab one of the alien’s arms while he took the other one.

From the point where they seized him, they forced the old soldier to walk to the edge of the bog with a lurching gait, making it look like he was drunk.

This bog, situated on the campus of a major university, was the object of study by many departments of the school. It appeared to be a large pond, or small lake, dotted by several small grass covered islets. In truth, these islets were small floating clumps of a grass which grew in water, completely unconnected to any soil, but firm enough to support a man.

While they floated, they didn’t appear to travel about the lake. They were stationary enough that some students had connected several by plank bridges, and would often visit some of the larger ones for picnics and other student activities.

When the sergeant saw their destination, he began to struggle against the invisible forces compelling him toward the water. He had not been garrisoned in Ruthorford long, but he had been there long enough to hear stories about patrols not returning from the lake with the grassy islands. Water, running or not, concealed a number of unseen dangers.

But in his case, it was the unseen danger he had to fear. Suddenly he found himself floating above the water, unable to use his arms, or his voice. Without warning, his uniform disappeared from his body. He saw it land on one of the small hillocks accessed by the plank bridge while he continued to float over the water, to the center of the bog.

He felt the block on his voice release. His howl was a combination of bravado, fright and alarm. As soon as the sound emanated from his mouth, his arms were released and he dropped twenty feet into the bog.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, the water was only about a foot deep. Under it was a bottomless pit of the colloidal mixture of dirt, decomposed vegetation and microscopic stones known as quicksand. The greater density of the colloid slowed and stopped his descent by the time it reached his waist, but by then it was too late.

Unable to swim, or to move his legs, other than up and down, since he had no leverage, his struggles just drove him deeper into the material which would prove to be his grave. His howls of alarm turned to pure fright.

They were loud enough to alert the other guards on duty, one of whom immediately alerted the young lieutenant. A quick glance into the interior of the stadium revealed nothing wrong there. It did not take long for the search party to find the sergeant’s lurching footprints, and some empty bottles along the path, suggesting that the sergeant had succumbed to the Earthly demon rum.

One of the members of the search party went to tell the Lieutenant what they had found while the others went ahead, laughing, to see what had frightened the old veteran.

The young officer caught up with them at the edge of the bog. The yowling had stopped, with an audible gurgle. There was no sign of the missing non-com. The Lieutenant played his torch over the grassy islets, looking for a sign of what had happened to his friend and mentor.

He saw a glint of light reflected back from one of the islets not too far out in the pond. Moving his torch around, he discovered the plank bridges connecting the clumps. He moved closer to shore and pointed his torch back where he had seen the reflection. This time he could make out what looked like a uniform.

He pointed to two still unranked foot soldiers and ordered them to stay on shore. Gesturing to the others to follow, he set off at a rapid trot across the first plank bridge. He cleared the first plank just as the last member of the search party took his second step from shore.

Perhaps it was all the weight; maybe the rhythmic pounding of the four aliens running on the plank; maybe it was Kirk and Ron, but the plank lost its purchase on shore and slipped into the water, taking the search party with it.

The splash and commotion distracted the young Lieutenant, who missed his footing on the second plank bridge. The two young soldiers on shore were unable to give coherent descriptions of what they saw, only able to relate that some monster had come up out of the water and sucked their comrades under the surface. No alien ever voluntarily approached the bog again.

The field pieces were scheduled for routine maintenance two days after Kirk and Ron’s ‘raid.’ The soldier’s cry of alarm quickly turned to one of pain as the acid filled water spilled out of the breech and onto his feet, quickly eating through his footwear and flesh. A second soldier was rendered unfit for further field duty when he rashly stuck his Dhog nose in a second piece of artillery and discovered it, too, was filled with acidified water.

With the six field pieces no longer useable, the sealed cases of munitions were returned to the Central Supply Depot in Virginia, where they were opened for inspection. Several fighting drones and soldiers were injured or killed opening the seawater filled containers. Unfortunately, even the explosives had been rendered useless.

Unable to come up with any other explanation, the alien High Command began to consider sabotage, but by whom? Humans had been thoroughly cowed, they believed. There had been no resistance in over an Earth year. Could one of their advance scouts have turned on them? A team of inquiry was sent to Ruthorford.

To the amusement of Kirk and the others at the farm, the officers in charge of the outpost were charged with dereliction of duty, and reduced in rank from the equivalent of a colonel to first and second lieutenants.

To protect the farm and the people living there, the holograph projector was beefed up so the camouflage covered the entire farm with a hologram of a large swamp. Kirk and several members of his team left the farm, traveling by teleportation, to other states to organize resistance groups to carry out the random attacks Kirk planned.

Bitsy, Doreen and Marilee, and their surviving husbands, the men who had planned on raping Nell, were moved to the farm as a precautionary measure. Jim and Butch were not the brightest bulbs in the pack, and it was not certain they would remain silent about their experiences if questioned by the Dhogs. Susie and some of the female telepaths who had stayed moved into town to monitor the comings and goings of the Dhogian patrols.

It must be pointed out here that the Dhogians had stolen their technology. Like many, they could use machines and technical apparatus without fully understanding the theories governing their performance (think of cars and computers). As they had moved through the Universe, they had adopted and adapted the technologies of the races they had surprised and overcome.

Because of its lack of significant space-going technology, Earth had seemed like it would be an easy victory, but the flight from their last conquest, and the dog-fights with Earth’s various aviation powers during the brief resistance had expended more fuel than expected.

Their ships utilized the gamma ray emissions from an alloy of promethium and ytterbium for power. However, at any given time, in the accessible Earth crust, there exists only a total of about twenty ounces of promethium.

The Dhogians did not view this as a problem. On other planets they had conquered, technicians (engineers, scientists, etc) had been able to produce the five pounds they needed by fractionating other radioactive heavy metals (radium, uranium, plutonium) using particle accelerator colliders.

Shortly after subduing Earth, they had identified the small one in Chicago, a slightly larger one under Indiana, and the super accelerator in Central Europe. They immediately ordered the scientists working with the accelerators to begin producing the promethium they needed.

The maximum output of the three colliders when the aliens landed was five grams a month of the radioactive promethium isotope desired, a situation entirely unsatisfactory to the Dhogians, who commanded the technicians to find ways to increase production, regardless of cost or safety concerns.

At each of the three sites, there were at least two telepaths, who kept in touch with either Lorenz or Kirk. Aware of Kirk’s plans, and in agreement with them, the telepaths worked to subtly sabotage fuel production.

The two years following Kirk’s initial raid were years of irritation to the Dhogians. In addition to the problems with fuel production, around the world they were in a constant state of battling random ‘brush fires,’ chasing an enemy which seemed able to disappear in the mist.

There were occasional pitched battles with what appeared to be militiamen, battles which used up the fighting drones faster than they could be replaced, and claimed more than a few of the soldiers who commanded them, plus any officers involved in the foray. What was truly disheartening to the aliens was the total absence of native bodies, or any sign they had suffered any injuries.

It also became obvious to the alien command that the breeding drones, specifically, were being targeted. They were ordered to remain indoors, and away from windows, unless accompanied by a patrol of not less than six fighting drones and two soldiers of at least non-com rank. Still the number of breeders continued to shrink relatively faster than any other type of alien. After two years of hunting them, the telepaths had reduced the original number of breeders from 144 to thirty, world wide.

With the miscarriage problem, only about a dozen hybrids had been produced to replace them. Because of the human component, they were not yet ready to breed. One of the older hybrids was captured and transported to Kirk and Lorenz for evaluation. Both of them hoped that the human DNA would also be reflected in the psycho-emotional makeup of the hybrids.

However, at the end of two weeks, when the hybrid attacked Lorenz and attempted to kill him with its bare hands, they reluctantly agreed that the young cross-breeds also needed to be destroyed.

When the aliens had first landed on Earth, they had had the manpower and equipment roughly equivalent to an Army brigade. Under Kirk’s leadership, they had been reduced to a force about the size of a battalion, with a severely depleted officer corps. Instantly recognizable, and universally hated for their initial brutality, the entire human populace was against the Dhogs.

As their numbers had dwindled, the Dhogians had consolidated their Western Hemisphere forces into the American Great Plains, having commandeered Ft. Leaven worth early in establishing their control. It seemed to offer the best location for centrality and convenience.

Kirk had not been back to the farm in nearly two and a half years, not since they had dropped the old sergeant in the quicksand. He had been on the move constantly, recruiting and organizing small units to harass the aliens. He would find out where the aliens had established a base and locate someone with telepathic ability nearby.

It was almost like the aliens had acted as a catalyst, turning on latent abilities in people who often wondered about their ability to know what others were thinking; to guess correctly about what was going to happen; to always get their way in arguments and discussions. Kirk found them, indoctrinated them, trained them and found them committed people to lead. Generally, after a few skirmishes, more telepaths emerged.

From these, he would choose a few for specialized training–to monitor the officers of the local alien garrison. When the individual was ready, Kirk would take them into their officer’s quarters at night to establish the necessary bodily contact to effect the comm link.

In this way, they were able to keep track of troop movements, and plans to try to locate and identify resistance troops, enabling them to remain hidden. So successful was this strategy, that, in the two years he was gone, nationwide, the resistance had lost fewer than forty soldiers in battle.

Kirk had returned to the farm to recuperate from injuries sustained in a fierce fire fight with the aliens. Kirk’s team had ambushed a patrol in Central Colorado. After the initial surprise, the aliens had responded with more fire power than expected, momentarily disorienting the telepaths.

They had dived for cover behind some rocks. In doing so, Kirk had hit his head, knocking him unconscious. He had fallen on his left arm, breaking his forearm and dislocating his shoulder. The other telepaths had regrouped and returned fire, destroying several fighting drones, and killing the sergeant and lieutenant leading the patrol.

As they usually did, the telepaths had then teleported out of the area, leaving Kirk lying unconscious, unseen behind a boulder. It was not until they were safely back at their base that he was missed. Three of them immediately returned to the site of the conflict.

In the meantime, sensing a lull in the return fire, one of the more authoritative soldiers had deployed a robotic bomb sniffer, mounted with a camera. It was guided into the hot zone to take a look around. When the aliens saw Kirk’s body, the first ever to be recovered, they abandoned their caution and the entire patrol ran to retrieve the body, each wanting to be the first to capture one of the elusive enemy.

They had covered about half the distance between their vehicles and Kirk’s unconscious body when they ran into a wall of bullets from the assault rifles of the returning telepaths. None of the aliens survived.

The telepaths took advantage of the annihilation of the patrol and recovered several of their weapons and pieces of equipment, including the mobile camera and its control unit.

The commander of the local outpost noted these facts, and reported that there had been an escalation in resistance tactics to the Central Command in Kansas. They responded by abandoning their perimeter outposts and pulling all the North American troops back to Leaven worth to begin planning how to handle this latest expansion in tactics by the resistance.

Kirk’s arm had been treated by a doctor at the base camp of the resistance fighters in Colorado. The doctor firmly suggested he take a month off to let it heal sufficiently so he could get by without a sling or brace. Albeit reluctantly, Kirk had agreed, recognizing the wisdom, and his need for a more psychical, or spiritual, recovery period.

With the exception of a short visit to see Erica in Seattle last December, he had been in the hot zone of combat most of the last two and a half years. He contacted the farm and let them know he was on his way. He planned to stop and see some of his contacts on the way.

It took him three days to get home. On the way he heard the news that the aliens had abandoned their inland perimeter outposts and retreated to Leaven worth. The small resistance units were celebrating the retreat as a victory. Inwardly, Kirk was shaking his head, wondering where and when the aliens would break out and resume their brutality.

At the farm, he was greeted by his mother and his four year old son/brother, by Tiffany and their five year old son, by Mary and their five year old triplets, and by Erica, and her six month baby bump. Lorenz, Nell, Eva, and Estee were waiting in the living room. They all greeted him warmly, even the children who had been told stories of his exploits against the aliens.

The afternoon was taken up with catching up. After dinner, over coffee, the two men, sitting on the verandah, discussed the aliens and their latest action. “So, you don’t think they’re getting ready to leave the planet.”

“No. From what the engineers at the colliders tell us, if they combine the output from the three colliders and all the fuel reserves they have left, they might get two ships to Uranus, and then, maybe drift to Pluto’s orbit, but they’d be dead by the time they got there.

“No, I think they plan on making some sort of last stand. I’ve warned our guys around Kansas City and St Joe to be on the alert for a recurrence of their initial brutality. They have a few breeders left, and we weren’t able to wreck all the incubators. I think they’ll beef up the fighting drone supply and attack some time in late Fall.

“I’ve been thinking, maybe we should attack them, or show a threat of attacking. Maybe we could draw them out to a place we choose, to give us an advantage.”

“Do we have enough people to do that? And weapons? The blast is good, but how many can do that, and how often?” Lorenz asked his son, the de facto leader of the resistance.

“People? A couple of hundred, enough, if we discount the fighting drones. We need to find a way to neutralize those, then we can destroy the Dhogs.

“It’s strange. In all my studies, especially in history, and even in my personal confrontations with Big Dick, when I was a kid, I could always find something to appreciate, if not admire, in all the people and sides involved. But not the Dhogs.

“I’ve been in personal contact with their top officers and their lowest private. And pretty much everything in between. I haven’t noticed a single redeeming feature. They’re brutal and ferocious, but not especially brave, or altruistic.” He paused a moment. “They remind me of pirates… or pimps.”

He drained his coffee cup. “Can we put up a dozen or so folks for a few days. I want to gather the resistance leaders and discuss this. If we’re going to move, we need to do it before they get too many of the fighting fuckers made.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right, Lorenz replied. ” Whoever we can’t accommodate here, we can find room in the village, now the patrols have stopped. Or we can move Bitsy and her entourage back into town for a week. Food’ll be the bind, and cooking.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem. I’ll speak with Mom and Estee…”

“Speak with Meg and Estee about what?” Tiffany interrupted, coming through the screen door.

“A bunch of visitors, to come up with a plan to get rid of the aliens.” Kirk stood up. “But that can wait until tomorrow. I’m bushed and need to get some sleep. Want to join me?” he asked, cocking his head and looking at Tiffany.

“I been hoping you’d ask. Even got you a little surprise,” she teased, wagging her butt at him as she walked back into the house.

Lorenz laughed, shaking his head at Kirk. “Be careful with her,” he warned, “she’ll ride you until you cry uncle.”

“You be still, old man. You comin’, vanilla?” She held the screen door for him. She slipped her arm through his as he passed her, and walked with him, hip to hip. “I need a favor, if you’ll do it. I suppose I could get someone else, but, since you did it once, I thought I’d ask you first.” They were at the door to the bedroom he usually used when at the farm.

He cocked his head, looking at her. He sensed her block was up. With what he had learned in the past few years, he could have easily slipped past it, but telepath etiquette proscribed that except in cases of emergency. “Of course, Tiff, if it’s something I can do, you just have to ask. You know that.”

“I’d like our son, Joshua, to have a brother and sister, full sibs, who look like him. I know there are other black telepaths, but those friggin’ sapphire eyes you gave him make him stand out like a sore thumb. With a full brother and sister, he won’t seem so alone.”

Kirk grinned. “I wish all the requests for help I get were so simple, and so pleasurable to fulfill. Is it close to your fertile time?”

She smiled back. “Can’t get much closer. Can you make it twins?”

He opened the door to his bedroom and led her in. “Are you sure you want twins? I remember how worried you were about Mary when she was carrying the triplets.”

“Twins won’t be so bad. Besides, I’m bigger than she is; plus, I’m running out of time for having kids. As it is, I’ll be fifty before they’re out of high school. You just do your jobs; I’ll worry about the babies and getting them into this world safely.”

“My jobs?”

“Knocking me up, and getting rid of the hogfaces.” She surprised him by removing his shirt and pants, telekinetically, one article at a time, then her own clothes, the same way. “How’s your arm? How long has it been?”

“The cast is about a week old. I broke it about ten days ago. They said it was a clean break and should heal without any problem.”

Their underwear disappeared. “I guess I’ll have to take it easy on you, then,” she grinned, standing there, naked, before him, letting him examine her. It had been nearly three years since they had been together like this.

Overall, she was a little thinner, like most of Earth’s natives, due to the privations of war. The farm had a good sized garden, still some foods were often hard to come by, especially good quality protein.

Even with the slight weight loss, there was a bit of sag, and enlargement, in her breasts. Maybe half a cup size, enough to be noticed. The sag, just enough, with the additional extra, to make the bottom of the breasts balloon slightly.

The weight loss was most notable in her hips and the lovely ass she no longer had. Although she still had a bit of a bubble butt, it seemed to sag, and didn’t have the firmness he remembered. Nor, he noticed, did she trim her pubes anymore. They were covered by a thick blanket of coal black curls.

Looking at her, standing there, waiting for him to move, he had the characteristic male response. Tiffany grinned, an uncertain look in her eyes. “I’m glad to see I can still have that effect on you. I was worried you… you…” she faltered.

He took the two steps to her and pulled her to him with his good arm. “Tiffany, that is something you never need to worry about. When this is all over, we’ll go back to Lone Pine Island, and fuck ourselves silly in the moonlight and say to hell with the rangers.”

She threw her arms around his neck and caught his lips in hers. “Can we take a mattress this time?” she whispered. “Those rocks can get pretty uncomfortable, and cold, even in late summer.”

Kirk grinned and led her to the bed. She lay down on her back, legs parted, offering herself to him. He got on the bed and stretched out on his side, beside her, head to foot, his face by her hips. She sucked in her breath in a hiss when his tongue touched her labia, then found her opening. She turned on her side to face him, taking him in her mouth with a small moan.

Kirk’s good hand found her breast and began to fondle her nipple, eliciting more pleasure sounds. Of her own choice, it had been over a year since Tiffany had engaged in sex other than self pleasure. Since she had made the decision to have another child by Kirk, she had abstained, to make sure he was the father of her next child.

The abstinence was having its effect, as was Kirk’s skill and love for his partner, and her feelings for him. Her climax began almost with the first touch of his tongue. It built quickly and spread through her body like fire through tinder. When it passed, they both became aware that Kirk’s cock was buried in her throat, her nose pressed against his sack.

It was all the stimulus he needed. Tiff hummed in pleasure when she felt his prick spasm in her throat, pumping his sperm into her stomach. Kirk groaned as his climax peaked and passed, his tongue doing its best to reach her cervix, tickling the walls of her love tunnel.

When the final spasms of pleasure had passed, they fell apart and lay on their backs, side by side, holding hands. “Christ, Tiffany, that was intense. Nobody’s deep throated me like that in a while. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, but it wasn’t me. I’ve never been able to do that to a guy. It was the suddenness of the climax. But I have to say, it was kinda fun, especially feeling you come like that.” She lifted her head and looked at him, discovering he was still erect. She got up on her knees and straddled him, positioning her quim directly over his staff.

“Much as I enjoyed that, oral ain’t gonna get the job done. I hope you still got some of that baby juice, ’cause we ain’t leaving this bed until I’m sure I got a brother and sister for Josh.”

“Uhh, what about potty breaks?”

“Erica tells me you have a way of handling those. And we can have food delivered. Anything else?”

“There are some meetings I really have to attend, and people I have to see.”

“One of the things living here has done for, or to, me–I ain’t the least bit bashful. You can meet whoever you need to meet with right here.”

“Woman, you are shameless!”

“You can betcherfugginass about that,” she laughed, and began to move on his cock. Kirk scanned her body and identified two ripe eggs. He gave them a nudge and watched them move to the entrance of Tiff’s tubes. With a broad grin which lighted her face, she changed her hip motion so she was moving in a circle, centered on the root of his cock. “Well, I’ve made my contribution, vanilla boy; now it’s up to you.”

He pulled her down on his chest, engaging her in a loving lip lock as he began to thrust up into her. She broke the kiss and began to mutter, “ohgodyes, more, do it, vanilla man, fug me, go go yes yes uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh.” Soon he felt her sheath tighten on his cock. “Yessssss,” she hissed when she felt the sexplosion of warmth against her interior sheath walls. In seconds, she was asleep.

Kirk rolled her to the side and scanned her body a second time; this time examining his spend. He identified several y-bearers and a few x-bearers at the head of her cervix, being sucked up by the orgasmic spasms of that orifice. He did some sorting and moved the two groups to the areas where they would meet their respective target. He then joined her in Orpheus’s sweet arms.

The early morning summer sunlight was just beginning to filter trough the curtained window when Kirk’s bladder made its need for attention known. He carefully disengaged from Tiffany, eliciting a moan of objection, and, still nude, made his way into the hall to go to the bathroom. Coming out of his destination, he saw a sight which confused him. He had just left Tiffany in his bed, and here she was coming out of the bathroom.

He shook his head to clear it and looked again. Just then, the confusing apparition laughed, letting him know it wasn’t his partner from last night. “Hi there, vanilla boy! I haven’t seen you in forever.”

“Jasmine! My god! How are you? How’s your mom? Damn, you’re looking good. What have you been up to?” They stood there in the hallway, both buck naked, talking as if they had just run into each other at the mall, until Jasmine looked down at his piss hard and laughed.

“Is that all for me, or does Ma Nature have a hand in it?”

“I’m afraid it’s mostly nature. Give me a minute, then we can go to my room and talk,” he replied and hurried past her. She grinned at the sound of his stream hitting the center of the water in the bowl, and turned to move to his room. Kirk caught up with her at the door.

Tiffany was still asleep, sprawled on the bed. With a saucy smile, Jasmine looked at the man who had taken her virginity. Feeling a strong twinge in her quim at the memory, she asked him, “So, vanilla man, tell me, which is it? Do you have a thing for dark girls, sisters, or dark sisters?”

Kirk grinned. “It’s not all that complicated. I have a thing for pretty women, no matter what color they are.” Under her mocha colored complexion, Jasmine blushed. She knew, from the reaction of the boys she had been dating before the invasion, that she was attractive, and they had told her she was pretty, but she had less than half believed them, thinking it was to get in her pants. But from Kirk, a man who had nothing to gain from telling her that, a man she knew could have had anyone he wanted, including her and her mother, it was almost enough to make her cry.

She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him. Only then did the fact he was wearing a cast on his arm register. She loosened her grip slightly and leaned back to look at the plaster cast, from his palm to one third of the way up his bicep, with a right angle bend at the elbow. “You’re hurt. How…”

“It’s nothing. I fell and landed badly. Come, sit; tell me what you’ve been up to. How did you get here? The farm is under pretty strict orders, no outside communication by wire or radio.”

“You left out telepathy,” came the thought.

He glanced at Tiffany, still asleep, eliciting a laugh from her sister. “About a year after the invasion, I woke up and heard the soldiers in the street. I could not only hear them talking, but I was aware that one was being very critical of one of the others. I peeked out and there were only two, but I could see one was trying very hard not to loose his temper. What was surprising, I could understand them.

“I tried looking for Mama and was able to identify her and the man she was with, that guy you sent to her that day. It’s a good thing you did. After the invaders came, they took his wife and he kinda fell apart. If they questioned him then, he would have told them all about you. Instead, he came looking for Mama, ‘n’ she’s kept him sorta stable.”

Kirk frowned. He had forgotten about Dick, his former boss. He wasn’t worried about the women he had interacted with, who might have been able to tell the aliens about him. Most of them had been given a hypnotic block where he was concerned, but there were a few men, like Ron and Sonny, who would not be above sacrificing him it they thought it might gain them some favor or freedom.

Jasmine broke into his reverie. “Do you have any idea where they would have taken his wife, Sally? Or if there’s a way to find out if she’s even still alive. There are some awful stories out there about what they do to the women they take.”

“I doubt if any of them are as bad as the reality. We can look for Dick’s wife later. How did you get here?”

“When I found out what I could do, I tried looking for Tiffany, to find out what happened to her. I found some other telepaths, some of them resistance fighters. I joined them, and was able to use my ability to help them plan raids and escape or avoid traps. We even tried feeding some of the soldiers false information. That was funny; we made them march a couple of hundred of the fighting drones right into Lake Michigan.”

“You’re Jamie! Goddam! I’ve been wanting to meet you for a couple of years, but it was always too …”

“You know who I…”

“I’m Little Corporal.”

“Oh, shit! No! You’re the one who’s responsible…Goddam, vanilla! And to think you fucked me when…” She laughed. “Mama isn’t going to believe any of this when she finds out. When she learns what all you did, have been doing, she might gold plate her pussy and put it on display.” She finished laughing and continued.

“When I got to Chicago, like I always did when I got to a new city, I did a mental search for Tiff. I was able to just pick up a trace. I volunteered for a mission to Springfield, and was able to contact her. That was about six months ago.

“When the aliens vacated the area a couple of days ago, I drove down to see her. She said I should stick around because you were due back from out West. The snot didn’t tell me who you were.”

She glanced at her sister. “How come she’s still asleep? That isn’t like her, no matter how tired she is.”

“I put a block on her so we could talk.”

“Is that all you want to do? Looks to me like there might be something else on your mind,” she said, glancing at his crotch.

All the time they had been talking, Kirk had been taking in the sight of the beautiful twenty-something before him; her mocha colored skin, high-lighted with dark chocolate colored nipples and pubic hair, cut short, but covering the whole area. Her nipples were tilted toward the ceiling on BB sized breasts. At her comment, he became aware of the faint odor of arousal.

He looked up to her face and saw the desire in her eyes. “Where have you been sleeping?” he asked her.

“At the end of the hall, over the kitchen. There are two single beds; mine was the one next to the window.”

In a flash, Tiffany was moved to her sister’s bed. Kirk stood up and pulled Jasmine to standing. As he slid his hands down over her ass cheeks, he bent his knees and pushed them between her legs, lowering himself far enough so his cock nestled between her pussy lips. He straightened up, lifting her by her butt. When he was up straight, he gently lowered her onto his rod.

She moaned as he entered her, and wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him into her until their pubes were mashed against one another. They began to rock against each other, lips and tongues fully entwined. Kirk lifted them and positioned them directly over the bed he and Tiffany had shared last night. Gently, he lowered her sister and himself into the bed, sawing into her all the way down.

As they hit the bed, he attempted the mind link that Erica had taught him so long ago, it now seemed. However, there was a barrier in Jasmine’s mind, one he recognized from the night he had rescued Erica from the aliens.

Jasmine didn’t react at all to his attempt to probe her mind. He scanned her body and found what he expected, in the same place Erica and the other women had borne them.

He broke the kiss and leaned down to capture a nipple between his lips. Her guttural response was accompanied by an increase in the speed of her hips as they drummed against him. His hand searched for and found her puckered hole. With no warning, he thrust his middle finger into her rear passage as far as he could. The sudden intrusion was enough to trigger her climax, signaled by her rigor and scream.

Her arms and legs pulled Kirk to her so tightly he couldn’t move, in spite of the thrusting of her hips against him. He lowered his weight on to her, pressing her into the bed, holding her down until she was quiet, his finger still buried in her ass.

“You sneaky son of a bitch,” she laughed, when she was able to talk. “You can take it out now,” she added, lifting the cheek which held down the invading hand. He pulled the offending digit out, having satisfied himself the chip was in the same area as it had been with the other women. Now to find out why.

He pulled his hand free and rolled off the young black woman, to sit up.”Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“Other than surprised as hell, I’m fine. I can’t say it’s my favorite way to come, but I’ll have to remember it for times I’m having difficulty getting off,” she answered, smiling, lying back and stretching, showing off her breasts.

Kirk looked at her, an uneasy feeling creeping into his psyche. “Why are you here, Jasmine?” His voice and face reflecting some distrust.

“I came to see you and Tiffany.” Tears began to form in her eyes as she began to sense the mistrust.

“No, you wouldn’t have known I was here, and Tiffany has no need to use her powers here. Not enough to send signals as far as Chicago. Why are you here? Let me in.”

“No, I can’t,” she began to sob. “They have Mama and that guy. If I can’t deliver you, they’ll kill them.”

“Where are they being held?” He reached out and took her hand, comforting her and monitoring her for lies at the same time.

“In a salt mine, near Piffard, close to Buffalo. There’s a group of soldiers waiting for you there. They told me they hope you try to rescue Mama. You could teleport in, but not back out, not with passengers.”

“We’ll see. How did they involve you in this?”

“At first, when I discovered I could understand them, I was in Syracuse, at Uni. I had a great time, just walking around and listening to their conversations. I guess I got careless.

“They had their headquarters on campus. One day, through a window, I heard one of them talking to an earth guy, talking about a black witch named Tiffany. Tiff had told me about the night you two got together and what you did to that guy in the bar. I wondered if it was him, and stopped to listen.

“When he mentioned your name, I sort of gasped, letting them know someone was listening. Before I knew it, they had grabbed me. I remember they gave me some kind of shot. When I woke up, they had Mama and Dick.

“They knew you were in Illinois, so an officer named Crag-3 told me to join the resistance and feed them information, good enough so I’d become a trusted source, and could look for you. They seemed to know who you were, and didn’t care about their losses if it meant capturing you…

“I’m sorry. Kirk; it’s just…they threatened to torture and kill her.”

“Do they know where you are?” he asked, looking into her eyes.

“No, when they all moved to Leavenworth, Crag-3 went back to New York, to Piffard. He said he’d wait for you there. Like he knew you’d try to get them.”

Kirk ran his hands over her body, concentrating. As they ran over her abdomen, he smiled. “No fucking originality. Hang on, this is gonna hurt.” Jasmine winced at the sharp pain in her belly as the tracking chip was removed and sent to the lake in Wisconsin. “Now, you are no longer being tracked by them, but they do have an idea where you are. They think, I hope, that you’re sitting in the middle of a swamp.

“We have some damage control to do. Go get Tiffany for me while I make some plans.”

As soon as she left the room, Kirk relaxed on the bed and sent his mental probes out, searching for Rose. It took him several minutes to locate and fix on her.

” Rose, this is your friend, vanilla boy.”

“Friend, shit! It’s your fault I’m in this friggin place! When are you gonna git me the hell out of here?”

“I don’t know if I can. Is Dick there with you?”

“We’re together during the day, but he’s kept in another part of the cave at night. When we’re together, there’s always a guard or two, and they don’t let us talk unless they can hear us.”

“Anyone else?”

She hesitated. “Just the guards.”

“How many guards all together?”

“We’ve been able to identify a dozen regulars, plus whatever officers there are.”

“Any physical restraints? Handcuffs, ankle chains?”

“No, just the threat of force and injury. And there’s some kind of webbing across the entrance to the cave.”

“Hmmm. Do you have any idea how deep you are, or what level you’re on?”

“We’re about a half mile from the entrance, on the ground level. They don’t like to go into the caves. The guards always locate themselves so they can see out the entrance.”

“Good. I’ll be there as soon as I can, but it’ll be a couple of weeks before I can get there. They’re expecting me to teleport in. That means they have some sort of trap set up. We’re going to need to make a ground assault. That’ll take a bit of setting up. Just relax and don’t tell Dick I’ve been in touch.

“And Rose, I love you.”

“Go to hell, vanilla boy,” she replied with a smile.

Tiffany and Jasmine entered his room just as he disengaged from Rose. “Good, you’re awake. Get ready for a quick trip to upstate New York; we’re going to go fetch your mother and my old boss, and a couple of others.”

“You talked to her? Is she okay? How about Dick?” Jasmine threw the questions at him rapidly, not waiting for the answers.

“She’s fine, just uncomfortable, and yes, Dick is there, too. And if I’m right, the guy that turned us in. Tiff, we’re going to need two strong guys to go along. Physically, and telepathically. Who’s here?”

“Not Lorenz? There’s Roy; he’s a bit of a cowboy, but he gets the job done. And Eli, kinda quiet, but good in a fight. I’ve heard some of the guys he’s served with talking about him taking on three or four Dhogians at once.”

“Fine; call them and have them meet us in the barn in twenty minutes. You both are going along.”

“Kirk, I’ve never…”

“Then it’s time you did, Jasmine. There’s nothing like a little fire fight to bring our all your powers. I need you along to point out the officer who sent you after Tiff and me.” He smiled. “If I’m right, we’ll have a little surprise for him before the day’s done.”

Before going to the barn, he stopped by Lorenz’s room and explained where he was going, and why. He asked the older man to make some preparations for their return.

At the barn, he explained the mission to the two men whom had been added. “Hi, Roy, Eli. We’re going to take a quick trip to a salt mine near Buffalo. The hogfaces are holding Tiff and Jasmine’s mother and a friend of mine there. I know there’s at least one other man, maybe more. We will be bringing Rose and my friend back here, along with a hogface and the other guy, if he’s who I think he is.

“Getting there will be easiest if you all just piggyback on me. Once we’re there, you’ll be able to get back without problem.

“They are expecting us, but hopefully not for a week or so. Are you guys familiar with the neuronal net the Dhogs use. I’ve run into small applications, across pathways, or blocking doors.

“The friggin’ stuff will let you go through one way, but if you try to go back through, it sticks like a web and begins to spread over your body, tightening as it spreads. If you don’t cut it away from its supports in a few seconds, it will immobilize you.

“From what Rose told me, they’ve sealed the entrance to the mine with it. They must have a separate entrance near the main one to let them go in and out. We’ll go in that way, then we can teleport out through the net.”

“Won’t the mind blast handle it?” Eli wanted to know.

“No, if anything, it makes it stickier. The only thing we’ve found to defeat it is a good sharp machete. Eli, that will be your job; can you do it without materializing?”

“Yeah, that’s no problem.”

“Girls, you get your Mom and Dick, again, without materializing. As soon as Eli lets you know the net is down, get your asses back here. Jasmine, can you do that?”

“I…I’m not sure about the distance. Can I piggyback on Tiffany?”

“Sure, little Sis, but you’ll be surprised how easy it is.”

“What’s my job, Kirk?” asked Roy.

“When we get there, Jasmine will identify a certain Dhog officer. Your job is to capture him, alive, and relatively uninjured. I expect he is the commander of the troops at the mine.

“I will bring the last prisoner. One last thing, no Dhog is to survive, except for the officer returning with us. Any questions?” There were head shakes all around. “Okay, grab what you think you’ll need, and grab hands, everyone.”

Three hundred million years ago, give or take a year or so, the Great Lakes region was covered by a huge inland sea. North America was crashing into Europe, forming the Appalachian mountains in North America, and the Atlas, Pyrenees and Alps in Europe. The collision tilted up the East Coast of North America, isolating the inland sea. Over a few million years, the sea evaporated, leaving huge salt deposits from southern New York to southern Ontario, from Vermont to Michigan.

Early settlers discovered them, and by the time of the War of 1812, New York was supplying salt to most of the country. The salt industry was one of the major factors in the creation of the Erie Canal, known in Central New York as the ‘ditch salt built.’ It was in one of those early mines the Dhogs held their bait.

Kirk and his crew materialized in a field about 750 yards from the cave. Between them and the mine opening were several clumps of scrub brush and a patch of light woods, screening their arrival. Quickly, and quietly, they made their way to a spot roughly 150 yards from the Dhogs, who, apparently, were just finishing their midday meal.

One, an officer, was making his way toward what was obviously a latrine. Jasmine poked Roy and pointed. He nodded and disappeared. A few minutes later, there was a frightened stir in the camp. The officer, Crag-3, appeared out of nowhere, trussed up like a package–hands and feet bound together, his mouth gagged.

Suddenly, the neuronal web began to visibly separate from the structures holding it over the mouth to the mine. Kirk and the girls immediately teleported into the cavity and found the prisoners. Seizing them, Kirk signaled the two men and the group quickly assembled outside the mine.

A quick pair of salvos of the mind blast served to remove the alien soldiers. A final blast from Kirk collapsed the mine entrance and the side passage the Dhogians had used, trapping inside any soldier who might have escaped the mind blasts. A minute later, the nine were back at the farm.

Kirk had Roy tie Crag-3 to some hay rolls which had been stacked on poles. The officer growled and gnashed his teeth, shouting imprecations at them in his native language. Kirk looked at him and shrugged. He turned his attention to the other man, Kirk’s ‘passenger.’ Eli had fastened him with some of the neuronal net he had retrieved at Kirk ‘s request.

“Kirk Reynolds! Goddam! Am I glad to see you! Let me loose so I can thank you. Damn, those fuckers have kept me holed up in that friggin’ cave for nearly six months.”

“Six months, Big Dick? That’s amazing. Most human men I’ve encountered who’ve spent more than a week in their company were dead. Why did they keep you alive? Were you selling them something?”

Just then, from the farm house, there was a chorus of screams. “That’s him; he’s the one who was talking to that officer.”

“What’s he doing here? Why’d you bring that cowardly son of a bitch along? That bastard ate with the Dhogs two or three times a week. I think he was informing on us. They always seemed to know what was going on, and he could always go where he wanted, not like Dick and me.”

“I know, Rose. Don’t worry; he’s going to pay. First, I want you and Jasmine to meet Susie. Here she comes.”

Kirk turned to greet the older woman. “Susie, as much as you have done for us, I hate to ask this of you, but Rose and Jasmine have to know what happened to you. Jasmine is a telepath and will be able to read you, and pass the information on to Rose, her mother.

“Susie, I need you to remember, to relive your experiences with Harr-1 and Orion. Even though you relive them, and experience the feelings again, distressing as they are, you are no longer in danger. And tonight, if you want, you will share my bed. Can you do this awful thing for me?” With tears running down her cheeks, she nodded.

“Jasmine, hold her hand and your mother’s. Everything you sense from Susie, pass on to her. Don’t filter anything. Tiff, do you know Susie’s story? No? Then you should participate, too.”

The four women joined hands. In a few seconds, tears were flowing freely from all their eyes. Kirk felt a tap on his shoulder. “Dick, how are you?”

“Christ, Kirk! I don’t know. How the fuck did all this happen? One day I’m sitting at my desk having a cup of coffee, and the next four years are chaos. I have a strange sense that just knowing you saved my life. That officer out there, for the first three or four months, after he learned you had worked for me, he’d grill me for hours every other day…”

He was interrupted by a scream, “You fucking bastard! That’s what you had planned for me! And you, you motherfucking cocksucker; you knew what they were going to do to us!” Suddenly, rocks, sticks, and animal waste arose from the ground, anything that was not firmly attached to the soil, flew through the air to pelt and assail the tied and bound prisoners.

“Easy, Rose. You can have them for target practice in a little bit. I thought you might be able to do that. It would really be strange for both sisters to have the ability if you don’t. Where in Susie’s story are you?”

“She was being examined for use as a breeder.”

“There’s more, and I’ll warn you, it’s worse.”

“How could it…” She saw his face, and Susie’s, and fell silent. “Ohmigod,” she whispered. She rejoined her hands with her daughters. In less than a minute, Rose’s face was livid with rage. While her daughters comforted Susie, Rose turned toward the captives.

Suddenly a large ball of flame seemed to emanate from her and consume them. Before Kirk could react, Big Dick, Crag-3, the hay and the wooden poles which anchored the hay bales, were all cinders. Rose collapsed, sobbing. “Those bastards. Those fucking…animals, that’s all they are, animals!” She turned to Kirk. “I want to help you get rid of them. What can I do?”

Mentally, he made the suggestion, “Comfort Susie. Besides what they did to her, they murdered her family, and were responsible for the death of her sister-in-law. She is going to need some friends when this is all done.

“And Rose, please don’t get angry with me.”

“Fuck you, vanilla boy. Just don’t make me angry,” she replied, the smile glowing in her eyes.

He turned back to Dick. “Well, that sure stops our interrogation. I do have some good news for you. Sally is safe. She is working down in St Louis, at a hospital, treating wounded resistance fighters and civilians who got hurt. I hear she and Monty have become good friends. Don’t look so worried. That may well work to your advantage.

“We won’t know for sure, but when this is done, we’re estimating women will outnumber men two or three to one. Polygamy will be encouraged until there’s a more even balance. There has even been some discussion of requiring men to supply sperm to sperm banks each week for women who decide to create their own family units.

“I heard of one eighteen year old who was thinking of setting up a fertilization function. For a small fee, women would attend daily until they were impregnated. He thought he was brilliant, until someone remarked it sounded a lot like a male brothel.” Kirk laughed.

They had reached the house. “I’ll arrange transportation for you to St Louis in the morning. It’s about a six hour drive from here. We try not to teleport there, especially now they’ve located their continental headquarters at Leavenworth. Maybe you could help them get organized and move. It was suggested they use one of the underground nuclear waste storage facilities near Denver.”

“Any idea how much longer this will go on? That officer said they had all but wiped out the resistance, and that it was ridiculous for us to hope to be rescued. I have to admit, I was losing hope.”

“I’m sorry, Dick; I just learned this morning you and Rose were being held captive.”

“Don’t be sorry! I just don’t have any idea how I’ll ever repay you.”

“You could always fix me up for a night with Monty.” Kirk said, with a grin.

“What? Are you serious? I counted, what, nine women in that farm house…” He looked at Kirk, who had a wide smile. “You’re shittin’ me, aren’t you?” He looked at his rescuer, at the lecherous grin. “Aren’t you?”

The planning/strategy conference went off without a hitch. Bitsy, her studs and their wives were glad to get back into the village, even for a short time. The dozen or so telepaths, male and female, were glad to get together away from the constant stress vigilance imposed. With the aliens holed up in Leavenworth, their vigilance could be relaxed, but not abandoned.

They all arrived within a day of each other and sleeping arrangements took care of themselves as the mentalists chose their bed partners and preferred quarters. Meals were pitch-in affairs, with everyone contributing as they could. Instead of an epic battle planning meeting, there was an air of a ribald Chatauqua meeting about the farm. Except in the planning sessions.

Anyone who was not familiar with the group would have thought they were all involved in some sort of group meditation exercise. All the communication was by telepathy. Besides the twelve resistance group leaders, there were Kirk, Lorenz, Ron (Kirk’s second in command in his resistance group), Susie, T’sahn (Susie’s link to the other telepaths), Rose, and Jasmine, the last two because of their recent interactions with the aliens, and a radiochemist from each of the two larger colliders.

Most of the first morning was taken up listing and specifying all the weaknesses members of the group had become aware of in the alien forces, from their inability to see danger physically underfoot, to the lack of fuel for their air forces and space ships.

The next three and a half days were an extended brainstorming session as each weakness which had been identified was examined and ways to exploit it considered and debated. The fifth day, strategies were chosen and assignments made. On the sixth day small groups were formed and methods chosen to carry out the strategies. New assignments were made and the battle site and date chosen. They had six weeks to get ready.

The collider engineers announced a procedural breakthrough. They were now able to produce approximately 25 grams of the fuel mixture each day, a rate which would allow the aliens to leave in mid-August. Fuel rods would be delivered weekly. To allow safe handling, the rods were to be encased in a lead alloy.

Other teams scouted the chosen battle site under the cover of darkness and reformed the landscape to conceal the ‘booby traps’ they had planned during the strategy sessions. In Missouri, northeast of Kansas City, there is a stretch of state highway 201 which runs pretty much east and west along the Missouri River. That was the chosen site.

They predicted the route the aliens would take, and constructed what looked like a comfortable place to stop for the night at the western edge of the battlefield. A series of unfortunate mishaps would help to lead them there.

When everything was in place, a narrowly focused radio beam was aimed at the space ship occupied by Central Command. It triggered a melt down of the lead alloy covering the rods in the fuel cells, resulting in a series of small explosions in the engineering deck, wiping out propulsion, navigational, and weapon systems. In short order, the other space ships reported similar occurrences.

As soon as radio reports confirming the explosions were received, all available resistance units in North America relocated to North Central Missouri, to a field along the Missouri River. The camp was large enough to be seen at night from space.

Shortly after they were assembled, Kirk and Lorenz called their special team together to start sending mental blasts toward the Central Command ship, nudging it out of orbit, toward the sun. Calls for immediate action were sent to the Commander of the troops at Ft Leavenworth.

This resulted in a bit of an argument about how best to attack a foe over a hundred miles away immediately. The result was that the alien troops were loaded onto a convoy of several trucks, which set out as soon as the last troop sat down in the back of the last truck, just before dawn.

As predicted, they followed the interstates toward KC. Along the way, they were subject to continuing sniper fire, not only from resistance fighters, but also from the men and women whose farms and businesses they had to pass.

Approaching one of the bridges crossing the Missouri at mid morning, the Commander, in the lead truck, was horrified to see it collapse in front of them. When he ordered the convoy to turn around, to return to the last exit, the driver in the last truck reported that the last three bridges they had passed over had also collapsed just as the convoy cleared them, isolating them. A quick glance at the median area between the interstate lanes showed it was not an option.

The Commander recognized a trap when he saw one. He contacted his superior at Central Command. Before he could say anything, the Admiral began shouting at him (roughly translated), “What the fuck are you doing. Do you realize those fucking Earthmen have just about knocked us out of our fucking orbit. If you don’t get your fucking ass on the way right now, we’ll be headed for their puny fucking Sun with no fucking way to stop ourselves. Do I have to fucking come down there and assume command or are you going to fucking do something?”

The Commander, as we said, was no fool. He realized at that point he was destined to die on this planet. That was of little consequence to him. He had no idea if there was any of his family still living on his home planet. The only memories of that far off place were adulterated by his time in the image-I-holds, room sized holograms which tapped into the user’s memories to recreate scenes and experiences from their past.

“Perhaps, Sir, it would be better if you came down and assumed command,” he replied.

There was a stunned silence at the other end. “Do you realize what you are saying, Kmar-2?” came the Admiral’s reply after several seconds.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Who is your second in command?”

“I am the only officer remaining in this command, Sir. My two remaining officers were killed by sniper fire this morning. My next, currently, is a Staff Sergeant, with three campaigns experience. He’s a bit young, and rash; not really officer quality, but there was no one else of rank. Still, he will be useful moving the troops around this highway bridge which has collapsed.”

“Where is Crag-3?”

“I fear he is lost, Sir. He did not report in when the troops were ordered to this place, Leavenworth. According to some of the officers from the inland Seas contingent, he moved toward the salt water, to a place not far from the easternmost Inland Sea.

“They said he planned to wait for the leader of the resistance there, to trap him. That was two moon periods ago. He has not responded to any radio or view screen hails.” There was a grumbling noise from the Admiral as he assimilated this information.

“Can you establish a receiving shell?”

“No, Sir. We had to leave the post without most of our supplemental equipment. You will have to target our position using this radio link. It should be safe enough,” the Commander answered, the last comment a dig at the Admiral’s well known ‘caution.’

“Very well, Kmar-2.” the Admiral responded, the hard tone in his voice conveying the message that he didn’t appreciate his subordinate’s remark about safety. “Get the troops ready to proceed on foot. Send out scouts to find a way across the divide the bridge collapse created.

“We have located the source of the energy forcing us out of orbit. It is about 65 magetermes (approximately 40 miles) east of your current position, on the North side of the river you seem to be following. I’ll be down to assume command directly.”

It was nearly forty-five minutes before the Admiral was down in a transportation pod, a specialized container which could move an individual through space using a special form of radio wave. Ideally, the target location would have a shell matched to the ship’s radio frequency in which the individual, or object, would materialize upon arrival. He seemed to simply appear next to the lead truck, dressed in full battle gear, like the troops.

Kirk had chosen his battle site well. A major characteristic of the American Interstate system is an almost total lack of trees shading the highways, or, indeed, the entire right of way. In Kansas, in August, it is not unheard of for daytime temperatures, in the heat of the day, to exceed 95 degrees Fahrenheit. Dhogian battle dress was flat black, reflecting zero light, or heat. The 40-mile forced march would challenge even their strongest troops.

The Admiral had barely finished formally assuming command when a frantic signal was received from the space ship he had just left.

If you have studied basic physics, you may remember the definition of a dyne, the basic unit of energy, as the force imparted by a mosquito’s fart. You may also remember Newton’s Third Law of Motion: For each action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.

In transporting the Admiral across the fifty miles from his space ship to Earth, the transporter exerted the minuscule force of three hundred dynes, normally not enough to be considered. Given the constant bombardment of the ship by Kirk and his crew, however, it was enough to nudge the ship on its way to the Sun, and to oblivion.

The alien officers bade their comrades farewell.

Over the past two years, Kirk had spent enough time in the Kansas and Nebraska area to learn to hate one of its denizens, an obnoxious insect identified to him simply as the corn bug. About an inch long, and a quarter of that in diameter, it seemed to be constantly expelling its waste, a thick syrupy liquid which tended to raise blisters or welts when it came in contact with human skin.

They seemed to land on any thing which moved, and would seek any opening to crawl into and explore: gloves, breathing apertures, eye holes, ear holes, rips, ventilation openings. And they bit; and when they bit, they shit. The resulting blisters, in a few minutes began to itch. It was a sensation unlike anything the Doghians had ever previously encountered.

The more you scratched, the harder or faster you scratched, the more /harder/faster scratching the itch seemed to require. Before they had gone a thousand yards, the entire troop of 1300 was in severe disorder because of the bug.

The only saving grace was that, physically, the discomfort passed in about an hour, if left alone; otherwise, it could take from two to four hours of agonized scratching before the pain was reduced to a tolerable level.

However, they had to keep any opening in their uniforms closed, allowing the heat of the day to elevate the heat in their uniforms to nearly unbearable temperatures. By noon, the troop could barely move they were so exhausted. The Admiral called for a halt to rest, but there was no shade, and no one was inclined to take advantage of the coolly beckoning river.

They made a little over four miles in that hour, and lost nearly a hundred fighting drones, and five troopers, all unranked, first campaigners, to heat stroke.

Around two in the afternoon, the Admiral confessed to himself that he no longer had the stamina he had possessed as a young man, and gave up battling the heat. He had Kmar-2 order one of the non-coms to take another trooper and confiscate a vehicle of some sort for him to ride in.

With a baleful look at their revered leader, the non-com and one of the unranked troopers set off to find a vehicle. They had hardly cleared the expressway when they came to a fueling station with several of the short bedded trucks the natives referred to as pick-ups parked nearby.

Brandishing their weapons, they inspected the pick-ups and found one with a key in the ignition. As soon as they determined that the engine started, both of the aliens piled into the cab and returned to their column. The Admiral was pleased and appointed the non-com as his driver.

The radio, which had been salvaged from the troop truck, was mounted in the bed of the truck, improving both the broadcast and receiving capabilities. When the troop was finally able to move on, the Admiral was talking to the space ships which had been flanking his flag ship when it commenced its final, fatal, journey.

Both ships reported seeing the flag ship ‘tumble’ out of orbit and begin its trip to the Sun. It was probably about half way to the lunar orbit by now. They also reported they were still under attack, and that the severity of the attacks had increased since the flag ship had succumbed.

The Admiral was about to choose one as his new flagship when, first one, then the other, calmly reported their orbits had failed, and they were following the flagship, on their final voyages. The Admiral switched to visual mode and saluted his long time companions, wished them well and promised to meet them in whatever version of Paradise they might find in this ‘Godforsaken corner of the Universe.’

He had barely finished when calls from the remaining ships came in, reporting their orbits also were failing. Only one ship remained in stable orbit, but without fuel or control.

He climbed into the pick-up’s cab and ordered the driver to catch up with the troops. It only took them about five minutes to reach the head of the column. They passed it and went on a hundred yards or so to assume the lead. When the non-com pulled into line, he felt the steering freeze and seize up. He was unable to straighten the front wheels, and drove over the bank and down the bankside toward the river.

A little more than halfway down, the truck struck a large, man sized boulder, throwing the Admiral clear. The truck began tumbling end over end, landing upside down in the river shoals.

The Commander, feeling more and more like they were walking into a massive trap, quickly ordered a half dozen troopers to grab some ropes and run ahead to effect whatever rescue they could, not expecting anyone to have survived.

By the time he got to the crash site, two of the troopers had reached the Admiral and were assisting him up over the bank, to the road surface. Badly shaken, he had suffered no physical injury. He looked at the Commander.

“What kind of enemy are we dealing with? When my great great grandfather retired from the Army, he used to tell us folk tales of fighting invisible spirits who seemed to ride the wind; they could coax boulders and trees out of the ground to fly at their enemy and seemed to be immune to injury. Have we found their home?”

The Commander, nodding his head slowly, replied, “That may be. About two lunar cycles past, there was a cryptic report from a patrol in the Southern Mountain region that they had captured one of the native guerillas. When they didn’t return within the expected time, another patrol was sent to find them.

“It was plain they were lying where they had fallen, each with a dozen fatal wounds. Their weapons and all the supplemental gear was taken. Only their transport remained, drained of fuel. There was no sign any of their attackers had even been injured.”

“I am beginning to think we are being led into an elaborate ambush, Kmar. Is that why you called me down here?”

The Dhogian Commander’s face displayed as much of a smile as it could. “I thought you would rather die facing your enemy, than tumbling through space to be consumed by a star with no way to retaliate. This way, we have the possibility of helping them relieve their over-population problem.”

The Admiral laughed, a frightful sound, similar to the braying of a mule. “Right you were, Kmar! Well, if we are to suffer a warrior’s death, then let us go forth to the battle. If my calculations are correct, we are about 15 magetremes from the camp we saw from the flagship last night.

“Judging from the sun, even if we double time, it will be too late to engage in battle. And I sense the troops are in no shape to attempt that speed. Change to hiking mode, Kmar; have them walk at their own pace. Let them relax their armor. I do not think our enemy plans to attack us in force tonight. But I hate to think what our troops might face tomorrow.”

The road they were following paralleled the river. With all its twists and turns, Kirk was closer to 20 magetremes away. It took the column, moving at its relaxed pace, close to six hours to reach the swale the resistance had prepared for them.

Between the highway and the river, there was an open grassy area, covering about five acres. There were several large oaks scattered through the field, enough so the lea was littered with acorns. There was not a square foot without at least a half dozen of the pebble-like fruits.

A clear, babbling brook ran through the center, from the highway to the river, terminating in a picturesque ribbon waterfall. The long march in the hot sun overcame the fear of running water for the first arrivals.

Hearing and seeing the clear water, they ran to the brook, discarding their helmets, to drink deeply of what turned out to be brackish water. They had barely swallowed their first mouthfuls when the swampy water was forcibly rejected by their bodies.

Immediately, the Commander and the Admiral suspected some sort of trickery or sabotage, but those fears were quickly put to rest when the first scouting party crossed the highway, along the north end of the meadow, and walked into a quicksand bog.

Kmar-2, uncharacteristically, lost his temper when he heard that a breeder and three fighting drones had mistaken some grassy islands near the highway as solid ground and fallen into the dreaded sucking waters. He released a string of epithets similar in character to the tirade the Admiral had unleashed on him the day before, ending with the Dhog equivalent of ‘this fucking hell hole of an asteroid.’

When he finished, he turned around to see several troopers looking at him, a combination of fear and concern in their eyes, as well as the Admiral, who was doing his best not to laugh.

“Are you okay, Kmar-2? Do you need anything? A drink? A furlough?” he asked, his eyes laughing and wary at the same time.

From a family which prided itself on not showing emotion, Kmar-2 was viewed as a paragon. Where we might say cool as a cucumber, on the Dhog’s home planet, they said cool as Kmar.

Struggling to regain control of himself, Kmar-2 replied. “I’m fine, Sir. Forgive my outburst; it shan’t happen again. It’s just those… those…those cursed sucking waters, as the troops refer to them. We must have lost the equivalent of a company of men to them. Many by carelessness, some by accident, but most either by trickery or..or…or the guerillas forcing or dropping prisoners into the ponds. It’s as if the planet itself is fighting us.”

Just then, one of the troopers who had been out scouting the area approached them. “Sirs?”

“What is it, corporal?” asked the Admiral.

“Sirs, there is a camp, about two magetremes ahead, with a few hundred Earthmen. Two of them intercepted me and escorted me to the one they call Kirk, whom we believe to be their general.” The Admiral looked to Kmar, who nodded.

“We’ve been hearing his name for several months, being talked about by the humans in the cities and towns. He is the one Crag-3 hoped to trap. Go on, Corporal. I assume there is a message.”

“Yessir, I mean, Yes, Sir. He suggested you and the Admiral meet him near the twin boulders on the highway. He suggested in an hour, himself and you two, no aides or guards. He promised safe conduct for you to and from the meeting site.”

“Weapons?” asked the Admiral.

“He didn’t mention them,” answered the non-com.

“Don’t even think about treachery, Sir. These pre-battle discussions on the field are under the flag of truce. To violate that is to invite wholesale slaughter.”

“Just a thought, Kmar, just a thought.”

As the Dhogian officers approached the twin boulders resting on the north side of the roadway, a single figure rose from sitting on the guardrail to wait for them.

The Dhogs saw a tall man, a few centimetres short of two metres, with black curly hair beginning to fade from being in the sun for the past two years. His dark skin attested to that. His bright blue eyes conveyed a sense of openness and frankness. Both officers immediately felt a sense of kinship, of shared professionalism.

“Admiral Gorp-5; Commander Kmar-2, I’m pleased you decided to meet with me. With your assistance, we can avoid, or at least decrease, the carnage tomorrow.

“I am here to offer you the opportunity to surrender and return to your families on the planet Gaoye, in what we call the Sirius system.”

The officers were as stunned by Kirk’s knowledge of their names and origins as they were by his proposal that they surrender.

He went on. “I’m pleased that you are almost weapon free. That knife in the back of your belt won’t do you any good, Admiral, and normally would get you killed.” He willed the knife and its sheath to his hand, to the wonder and fright of the Dhogs.


“It’s hard to explain. Just know I am not the only one of the Earthmen who can do it.” He unsheathed the knife and drew it across the muscle of his forearm, drawing blood.

As the officers watched, the blood stopped and the cut could be seen knitting itself closed. They drew their breaths in with a hiss. “Admiral, there are five trees on the south side of the road. Choose one without naming it. Fix its image in your brain.”

The Admiral did so, wondering to what purpose. Suddenly, the tree he had chosen cracked and broke about two feet above the ground. Instead of falling, it rose in the air and flew across the road, nearly brushing their heads.

They heard Kirk begin to speak again. “Here is my only proposition.” With a start, they realized that, although they heard him, his lips weren’t moving, and he was speaking in their language.

“If you surrender before the battle begins, all the officers and troopers remaining on Earth will be spared and returned to the surviving spaceship, with enough fuel to get you within hailing distance of your home planet. The drones, both your battle drones and the breeders, will be destroyed.

“Should you decide to fight, by the time the Sun reaches its zenith, there will not be a Dhog left in this solar system.” He returned the knife to the Admiral. “We will begin our attack at first light.”

“If we decide to accept your offer, how should we let you know?” inquired the Commander.

“Strip your uniforms of insignia, leave your weapons in the meadow and withdraw two miles, three and a quarter magetremes. There is another force approaching you from behind. They will meet you there and hold you until we have finished with the drones.

“I would warn you and your men to be cooperative with that force. It contains several survivors of your first six months of blood bath tactics.”

“General Kirk, it may well be the case that the troops will be of differing opinions regarding surrender.”

“That, Admiral, is your problem…I take that back. A man, especially a soldier, should be able to choose his manner of dying. If your troopers would rather die here than return to their families, so be it. We will be happy to oblige them.”

“Brave talk, coming from a race still fairly technologically naive.”

Kirk looked at the Admiral, his face blank. Suddenly, the Admiral felt himself being picked up and turned around, to face the tree which had been broken and removed. As he hovered there, in mid-air, he felt a warm gust of wind, then saw the tree flame and reduce to cinders in less than a second. He was then turned back to face Kirk. “Questions?”

“Our legends tell of a long, bitter, bloody war with a race which had no need of weapons. It is said they were destroyed only because they were scattered across the galaxies. Are we to believe you are their descendants?”

“Believe what you wish, Kmar-2. Until your attack five years ago, our offensive powers didn’t exist, or were possessed by few, and in truncated forms. There are relatively few of us, still, but they have provided the bulk of those you refer to as guerillas.”

“You would send us home, knowing we might return to seek vengeance for this defeat, and to finish what we started eons ago?”

“We will send you home with you knowing that if you decide to try and return to take vengeance, every Dhog in the known Universe will be eradicated when you cross the orbit of the mini-planet, Pluto. Whether or not you decide to return for that purpose is up you. If you return in peace, for our mutual non-military benefit, well, we’ll have to see what happens.”

The Admiral broke in. “Such speculation is useless. We are a warrior race. To be returned in a damaged vessel, obviously defeated, would destroy our honor and reduce us to objects of ridicule and scorn. We thank you for your offer, but we must reject it. We will meet you in battle at dawn.”

Kirk looked to the Commander, who was nodding, with a sad face. “I agree, sadly. I wish…under other circumstances, General, I think we could have been friends. As we wish our comrades before battle, happy death.”

The Admiral nodded. “Happy Death.”

Kirk offered his hand to the alien officers. “I am truly sorry for you both. Happy Death.”

As the Sun crested the eastern horizon the next morning, the resistance began their pre-battle cannonade, using the exploding shells they had salvaged from the aliens’ supplies. A brief fifteen minutes of continuous fire accounted for nearly a quarter of the invaders, clustered as they were in the meadow.

In an effort to flank the humans and interrupt or divide their fire, the Admiral sent fifty fighting drones to proceed down the highway to attack the guerillas. The small force encountered some invisible obstacle which forced them northward, into the bog which was the source of the brackish water which had sickened the early arrivals at the meadow. None of the group returned to inform the two officers of their fate.

During the bombardment, the two alien officers consulted, then ordered the battle drones and breeders, acting as non-commissioned officers, to mass at the eastern edge of the meadow, ready to attack as soon as the shelling ceased.

Looking eastward, they saw an open space, extending eastward about a tenth of a magetreme, terminated by a hedgerow of a mix of brambles, climbing roses and hawthorns. Nearly invisible, a dozen metres beyond the hedgerow, was a gully, easily ten metres deep, with a rapidly moving stream at the bottom.

At the first break in the shelling, the drones were given the signal to advance. They were wearing their body armor and carrying the weapons Susie had called muskets, similar to magazine fed shotguns.

At the signal, the first rank of drones stepped over a split rail fence, into the open area. They had hardly advanced five metres when the first sign something was wrong was noticed. Bloody footprints began to be seen. The first drones entering the battlefield began to drop, woozy with the loss of blood and other body fluids.

The ranks behind them, programmed to advance, regardless of what the forward ranks were doing, simply marched over their fallen comrades, grinding them into the broken glass littering the area. Within a few feet, they, too, began to drop. By the time the drones got to the hedgerow, between a quarter and a third of them had succumbed to the broken glass.

Pressure from the advancing rear ranks pushed the leading drones into the thorn filled hedgerow, tattering armor and skin beneath it. If a drone hesitated, or stopped to release a tatter of armor caught up on a thorn, or to pluck a thorn from its skin, the drone behind simply walked up and over it, sometimes to fall into a nest of brambles, to serve as a walkway for those following; sometimes to present a barrier, forcing drones in the rear to deviate from their path, crowding those to the side into unbroken pathways of thicker, denser thorns. Traversing the hedgerow cost the aliens another three to four hundred drones.

The final two feet of the hedgerow, the brambles, hawthorns and roses were so thickly packed and intergrown they were like a thick net. The vegetation was so thick there was no room to swing their machetes to chop a way through the wall of thorns. The only thing to do was to allow oneself to be pushed, hoping to break a pathway for the drones and troops behind.

When the break finally occurred, it usually resulted with several drones spilling through the opening, uncontrollably plummeting across the last few yards to the gully, and over the bank, to be swept into the river by the fast moving stream. By the time the Dhogian troopers got through the bramble barrier, there were fewer than twenty of the battle drones left, none of the breeders.

As the troopers watched, a series of fireballs seemed to speed toward them from the guerilla camp, to engulf each of the battle drones, incinerating them. When the last fireball had consumed its drone, the troops heard the command to lay down their arms and return to their base on the other side of the hedgerow.

Of the three hundred troopers the aliens had arrived with, there were twenty-five or thirty who had not been fit for duty that morning. Fully a third of the remainder had been eliminated by the ‘environmental booby traps’ the resistance had put in place. As they fought their way through the hedgerow, and broke free of the entangling thorns, they stumbled into their fellow troopers, waiting on the edge of the gully, knocking them down.

Those who were knocked down, and those who missed their fellow troops and careened toward the gully were surprised to find their fall into the stream blocked by an invisible wall, more surprising and frightening than comforting.

While they briefly contemplated the order to lay down their weapons and return through the hedgerow to the camp, many turned to look at the hedgerow, as if considering returning. They saw an open line of hawthorns, interspersed with some climbing roses. The brambles had disappeared. Again, the action of the guerillas added more to the fright page of the emotion ledger than to the comfort page.

The aliens turned back toward their foe, and as if on signal, raised their weapons and brandished them toward the resistance fighters’ camp. The gesture seemed to serve as a signal. Immediately, on the other side of the gully, nearly two hundred men appeared, apparently weaponless.

As soon as they appeared, the non-coms in command of the troopers along the gully issued the command to hold fire. Through the hedgerow, Kirk and his command team could be seen driving into the aliens’ camp. In a few minutes, the troopers heard Kirk making them an offer similar to one he proposed to the Admiral and the Commander.

“Troopers have two choices. “The first is to die here, now. The second is to join the crew of the last remaining space ship and accompany them on their final trip into the Sun, a journey of roughly seven Earthly rotations.

“If you choose to die now, it will be quick and painless. If you choose to join the space ship, lay down your weapons and return to the camp. You have ninety seconds to decide.”

To their credit, no trooper still on his feet chose to delay death. On the tick of the 95th second, a wall of flame swept across the gully, eliminating the alien troopers.

The same thing happened to those unfit for duty remaining in the camp, and to troopers around the world. By second number 100, only the Admiral and the Commander were left from the invasion force nearly five years ago.

Kirk turned to the officers and was just about to tell them that, as officers, they merited their own firing squad, when Susie called to him, “Wait, Kirk, I know that sadistic son of a sow. He’s the bastard who murdered my family, forcing Shirley and I to watch after he raped us in front of our men.”

Kirk looked at her, puzzled. From all they had learned, only the breeders seemed interested in having any kind of sexual experience with the Earth women. When he voiced his belief, Susie told him her story.

“My family lived in Detroit, well, one of the suburbs. It was the weekend after they crashed into the towers. You remember, they spent the next two days attacking and dispersing the Earth’s armies and navies. They literally cut the legs off the air forces by pellet bombing the runways and fuel depots, making the planes useless…”

It was a beautiful September day, except for the pall hanging over the nation from the attack. Susan and her husband had invited his brother and his family over for a cookout. Susan was in the kitchen, preparing a salad with the help of Shirley, her sister-in-law, while the men, her husband, Steve, brother-in-law, Gary, and Shirley’s dad, Chet, were out back doing the steaks. Timmy, Susan’s son, was up in his bedroom packing to leave for college that weekend.

Crag-3 had just been promoted to Captain and put in charge of imposing martial law in one of the states in the north-central part of the richest country on the planet they had just invaded. He was out with his troops, conducting what the manual referred to as ‘shock and awe’ raids. The object was simply to instill fear and the belief that the invaders were capable of the utmost in depravity and cruelty, if not immediately obeyed.

They were patrolling one of the large suburbs of an industrial city in his state. Crag-3 pointed to a house at random, saying, “That looks like a good one. Let’s go have some fun.”

Just as Susan and Shirley finished putting the finishing touches on the salad, there was a loud crash in the living room, followed by some shouting in a language she couldn’t identify. She heard the pounding of feet running up the stairs to the second floor.

When she glanced out the window to the patio, she saw a half dozen of what had to be alien soldiers. Two more came storming into the kitchen, to grab the two women and drag them to the living room.

Susie and Shirley were clinging to each other, kneeling on the floor. Susie heard noise on the stairs and looked up in time to see two aliens dragging Timmy down the steps. Before she could react, the soldiers she had seen outside pushed the older men into the room, to line them up against the wall.

Crag-3 stepped forward, and in heavily accented English, introduced himself. “I am Crag-3, Dhogian Capitan in charge of this province, which is now under our military rule. We are here seeking volunteers to service the native inhabitants who aided us in our invasion.

“Females, stand up!” he shouted, gesturing at the women. They scrambled to their feet, still huddled together. Crag-3 approached them and pulled them apart. He seemed to sniff the air around them.

His long thick nose and mouth, which, with the lack of a chin, typical of the invaders, was the source of their nickname, showed just the hint of a smile where his nose blended into his cheeks.

He could just detect an odor of fear from one of the women, but couldn’t, just yet, tell which one. Bending over, he ran his snout up Susie’s thighs, pushing her skirt up, until he bumped her panty-clad vulva. He tapped it a few times with his snout, making her jump. Laughing, he did the same to Shirley, discovering she had come visiting sans panties. She was the source of the odor.

Taking hold of her skirt, he turned her to face the men, exposing her pubes to them. “To whom does this whore belong?” he asked.

My daughter is no whore,” shouted Chet, earning him a gun barrel across the skull, knocking him to the floor.

“She’s my wife,” answered Gary.

“And the other one belongs to you?” Crag-3 asked, pointing at Steve, who nodded in return. “Who do you belong with, then?” he asked, looking at Timmy.

“He’s my son,” replied Steve, eliciting an evil smile from the alien Capitan.

“All you males, strip, now! Remove all your clothing!” he shouted. Several of the soldiers pushed forward, their hands on the hilts of some ugly looking knives. Hesitantly, the men obeyed.

When the four of them finally were naked, the alien invaders began to snicker and laugh, pulling the men’s hands away from their genitals, and rewarding any tendency to replace them with blows to the abdomen and/or head.

Crag-3 turned to look at a young alien, in a similar, less showy uniform, whom the women would learn was a junior officer, and in their foreign tongue ordered him to come forward and take command of Shirley.

The troops moved to form a ring around the back of the men, making sure they paid full attention to the officers, who were standing between the women so neither could see what was happening to the other.

Susie felt Crag-3′s right hand begin to lightly rub her belly, while his left slid over her shoulder and into the neck of her blouse. When she closed her eyes in embarrassment, she received a nasty pinch on the upper slope of her breast.

The only one she was ashamed to have watch as she was abused was her son. Chet had taken her virginity when she had gone to a slumber party for Shirley’s eighteenth birthday. She and Shirley often traded partners when the couples visited without children around.

Crag-3 had reached her nipple, and his right hand was now stroking her vulva through her skirt. He stopped and pushed his hand into the row of buttons and pulled her blouse open, then off. He did roughly the same with her skirt, so she was standing in front of the men naked except for her panties.

“Remove them,” he ordered her, leaving no doubt about what he meant. Sobbing softly, she complied. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the young officer frigging Shirley.

When she took too long stepping out of her panties, Crag-3 began to explore Susie’s rosebud with his finger. She quickly stood up straight, only to have him continue his exploration, widening it to include her pussy.

She heard the two officers and some of the troops begin to snicker and looked around to see why. The reason was obvious. The men were beginning to become erect, watching the aliens abuse the wives.

Crag-3 put some pressure on her shoulders, pushing her to the floor. When she was on her knees, he pushed her to lie on her back, legs up and parted, revealing her most secret parts to the view of everyone in the room, except for Shirley, who was in the same position.

Crag-3 straddled her head. Looking up, Susie shuddered. He had removed his trousers, exposing a weird tri-budded growth where human males sported their penis and testicles. As she watched, each of the growths began to elongate and thicken, the center one, thicker and longer than the other two. He squatted slightly, and commanded, “Open!”

When she did not immediately comply, he barked an order at one of the troops who quickly came and knelt by her side and forced her mouth open far enough for Crag-3′s center cock to enter and reach the back of her throat.

With an evil grin, he flexed his snake-like cock, moving it around the inside of her mouth, so she could watch as the rest of it seemed to dance, moving back and forth, and circling, very much like an Indian music charmer’s cobra.

After amusing themselves in the women’s mouths for several minutes, the alien officers moved between the women’s legs and began to explore their vaginas.

Susie learned that Crag-3 had the ability to vary, not only the length of his main cock, but also the thickness. He used that ability to test her capacity, both for volume of cock, and for pain, as he stretched her vagina to its limits. Her screams of pain seemed to both amuse and arouse him.

His curiosity satisfied, he pushed all three of his snakes into her sheath and began to fuck her in earnest, each cock moving at differing speeds, and to varying depths. In spite of herself, partly in response to hearing Shirley’s scream of release, Susie began to climax, triggering Crag-3′s first emission of alien seed.

The alien discharge burned in Susie’s cunt, not just from the body heat , but it caused a stinging feeling, very much like an acidic sap. It also left her cervix permanently scarred, impassable for human sperm. But this she wouldn’t know for several months.

After coming in her quim, and stirring his emission so it coated her walls, Crag-3 withdrew one of his side cocks and presented it to Susie’s mouth to clean. When it was done to his satisfaction, he pushed it into her rosebud, as far as he could push it.

Cheerleading practice was over. Janet and Bianca waited in the locker rooms until everyone else left. They had flirted with each other during the last few weeks, hesitant about taking the first step. When they did, there was no stopping them. Janet looked out the door, making sure they were alone…

“I thought they would never leave,” Janet said.

Bianca looked at her friend with loving eyes, thinking, She is so pretty.

As usual, Janet was more forthcoming, walking over to Bianca and embracing her. Bianca hesitated for a second, still not used to make out with a girl but she wanted this more than anything. She moved her hands over Janet’s breasts and whispered, “Your touch always makes me tremble…”

They looked into each other’s eyes with true passion; eager to kiss, eager to feel. They leaned forward at the same time. Their tongues entwined and danced for a few minutes; slowly and seductive at first, then fervently, giving up to their youthful impatience. Their breasts raised and rubbed against each other’s as their breathing deepened and accelerated.

Janet untied Bianca’s top and excitedly glided down to lick her nipples. Bianca moaned and shuddered, thrusting her chest forward to meet the relentless tongue that made her feel so good.

She knew that Janet could make her cum just by playing with the breasts, but her body was demanding for more, much more…

A moment later, Bianca was leaning back against the lockers while Janet slid her head beneath the cheerleader’s mini skirt. Janet firmly attached her mouth to her lover’s pussy, licking and sucking with unrestrained eagerness. Her tongue twirled around Bianca’s clitoris and all over the wet, sensitive labia.

Bianca had no chance to endure this delicious treatment for more than a few minutes without reaching a powerful orgasm. She felt her legs trembling rapidly and her hips bucking forward just an instant before her world turned into a blinding white light that sparked behind her rolling eyes.

While the orgasmic spasms rippled through her body, Bianca grabbed Janet’s head as best she could and pushed it against her crotch, urging her friend to keep licking until she couldn’t remain standing any longer. Janet gladly complied, shoving her tongue deep into Bianca’s twitching pussy, twirling it around, hoping to prolong the blissful experience for her lover.

The enraptured teen slowly bent her feeble legs, sliding to the polished floor. She had never felt this good before. Hooking up with Janet was the best thing that had ever happened to her.

When Bianca came down from heaven, it was time to return the favor.

Janet laid on the small, wooden bench and taking advantage of her outstanding flexibility, easily lifted her thighs close to her chest, presenting her wet pussy to her lover. Bianca enjoyed the view for a moment before resting her lithe form on the bench as well. Then she lowered her head and delicately licked her friend’s waiting pussy lips. She tastes so good!

This gentle touch made Janet shiver in bliss. She lifted her head to look at her beautiful lover kissing her nether parts so delightfully.

And as she got closer to climax, her reaction was the same as Bianca’s. Janet pushed her girlfriend’s head deeper between her legs while moaning loudly. So far, the couple had been very discrete, careful not to get caught. But at this moment, Janet couldn’t care less if someone could hear her from outside the room. This felt incredible!

Bianca got a little concerned that Janet was making too much noise, but she kept her mouth attached to her lover’s pussy nonetheless. She owed it to her.

Janet’s entire body bucked uncontrollably when her orgasm exploded. Waves of ecstasy radiated from her crotch to her brain, turning the room in a blur of spinning colors. Every lash of Bianca’s tongue unleashed a new blissful spasm that repeated several times, until the overwhelmed woman laid exhausted and completely satisfied on the bench.

A moment later, Bianca stood up, her face smeared with Janet’s juices, and started walking towards the showers. She looked back with a mischievous smile and thought about inviting Janet to join her but her lover seemed so peaceful lying on the bench with a heavenly expression on her face that she decided not to disturb her.

“I’m going to take a shower. Be right back. Don’t go anywhere,” Bianca said.

“…be right here. Love you…” was Janet’s faint response.


While Janet rejoiced in the lingering aftermath of climax, a strange and silent creature walked beneath the bench where she rested. Its body was dark gray about the size of a tennis ball. It was smooth and hairless, supported by three bony legs about twenty centimeters longs. It’s head was just an elongated extension of the main body with no eyes, nose or ears. It definitely looked weird and alien.

The monster had been attracted by the intense emotions that emanated from the girls a moment ago; more specifically, their brain activity during orgasm. Now it was getting closer to Janet’s leg.

Unaware of the danger, Janet was daydreaming, Dating Bianca is my best idea ever. I think I really love her.

The small creature didn’t know if his venom was sufficiently strong to immobilize this large female enough time to find her control center; her brain. The alien was gambling with his life. But this was the way it had been done since forever. Sometimes they succeeded and sometimes they got crushed to death.

He jumped a few centimeters forward and stabbed her skin!

Janet felt a sharp pinch on her leg and she jerked for a fraction of a second, then she couldn’t move at all. It was as if her entire body suddenly became paralyzed. Stiff and weak at the same time.

“Ouch!” Janet was able to yelp briefly before her vocals cords became unusable.

“Are you ok?” Bianca asked from the showers. She heard the bleat but figured that Janet had bumped her bare feet into something. She just smiled.

Janet realized in panic that something was crawling up her leg but she couldn’t do anything about it. She tried in vain to scream. Only a soft, muffled grunt escaped her kips.

What is happening to me?! I can’t move!!

The creature followed the barely perceptible electrical activity emanating from Janet’s brain. He was very close now, walking over her chest. He was also able to detect the fear within the female. This fear was going to make her very dangerous once the paralyzing effect of the venom washed off. He needed to act quickly.

As the creature reached Janet’s neck and started climbing on her face, the scared woman was able to see him! Oh my God! What is this thing? This is not possible!

Janet tried to make sense of this impossible situation. Maybe she had fallen sleep after sex and she was having a nightmare; but why were her eyes wide open? Why she couldn’t she wake up? Please! I have to wake up!

The creature walked over Janet’s face and placed its weird cylindrical head over the woman’s forehead. Being so small, the creature needed to get very close to the subject in order to make a successful mind-link. At this short distance from her brain, the creature could easily sense all the electrical activity developing within her skull. He got excited.

Janet first saw a brief spark and heard a crackling, electrical noise. Her vision became blurry. In an instant, it became very difficult to formulate coherent thoughts as they turned sluggish and discontinuous.

This was the creature’s main ability. It intercepted, interpreted and rearranged the electrical connections between Janet’s neurons by sending electrical discharges of its own. The little monster needed to convince Janet that he was a friend. She should not be afraid. From now on, it would be her job to take care of him.

The sheer terror that Janet felt just a moment ago started to vanish as new, alien thoughts filtered into her mind. She couldn’t understand why but the monster didn’t seem that threatening any more. If fact she felt a warmth cursing through her body as she realized that this creature was not a stranger. But how could that be if she had never seen it before? Janet was so confused.

After a couple of minutes, Janet’s own thoughts was inexorably pushed to the bottom of her mind while a new important idea settled in her mind. This creature was her friend. She must have forgotten about it momentarily. She should take care of her friend like she ‘always’ had. This important knowledge would remain imprinted in her brain so she would not forget it again.

It didn’t take long before the mind bending process was complete. When the creature climbed off Janet’s body, she couldn’t form a single thought. The stunned woman sat up puzzled and disoriented, her wide-opened eyes staring forward, her arms hanging limply by her sides. A moment passed before her brain got up to speed and formed a cognitive content; it was a simple one…

Follow… friend.

Janet stood up and started walking, swaying her hips sexily even though no one was watching. Close in front of her, the creature led the way.

A few meters behind them, inside the showers, Bianca turned off the water and reached for a towel. She hummed a happy song, picturing Janet’s naked body on the bench, looking sexy as hell.

Bianca walked out and found an empty room. Janet was gone without even saying goodbye.

The confused teen started to wonder if she had done something wrong, making Janet angry. Why did she leave without me?


The boiler room entrance was just a few meters away from the locker area. It was an ample, warm room; perfect for the creature’s needs. He had chosen it to make a new, permanent home.

When the alien stopped, Janet did too. Then she felt the need to lie down, hoping that he would help her “remember” how to take care of him. The dumbfounded woman lay flat on the ground, with her legs close together and her arms by her sides, hands open, palms down. This position felt right and should wait like as long as necessary.

The creature moved around her, investigating Janet’s body. He touched her leg but nothing happened. Then he touched her arm with the same result. Now that the female was calmed and utterly receptive, her brainwaves were weak, almost absent. Brain activity was the monster’s food; he nurtured on it. He needed to find out why this woman was sending vibes so strongly before, when she and the other female were touching each other.

The creature positioned itself beside her head and started sending thousands of electrical permutations per second through Janet’s brain until he found the correct response. The woman moaned softly and spread her legs without knowing that she was doing it. At the same time, her brain spiked with a strong, succulent signal.

The monster discovered that sexual stimulus was the key to get stronger, nurturing brainwaves from the female. This required further investigation. He walked around Janet’s body and moved between her legs.

Janet felt a subtle touch along her vaginal lips and this made her jolt. Her brain spiked again sending another wave. The alien sensed it. This was the right spot. The enthralled woman had a dull sensation that this wasn’t right; nobody should be playing with her pussy except Bianca. But she chose to ignore it. It was imperative to take care of her new friend.

After finding her vaginal cavity, the invader pushed his conic head inside. It penetrated just a few centimeters but it was enough to understand the workings of her body. This was the reproduction center, hence the pleasure that produced in the female’s mind when it was touched.

Meanwhile, Janet started to breath faster. Her stunned mind could process little more than basic needs, pleasure among them. There was nothing else in her brain that could interfere with this joyful sensation. She just had to lay there immobile with her legs spread wide. Her eyes began to drift upward from time to time, as her arousal grew stronger, filling the void in her reprogrammed mind.

After a few minutes, Janet was lifting her hips from the ground and swaying them slightly up and down. The creature was fascinated by this odd reaction and tried to push his head deeper, wondering how far it could go. When he did, Janet moaned louder with an increasingly higher pitch.

But then, a violent jolt from the woman made the creature pull back. A series of potent, pleasurable brainwaves traveled the short distance between Janet’s head and the creature’s. There could be only one reason for this. She was reaching the peak of her arousal! She was climaxing!

While the bewildered woman twitched and shuddered from an orgasm that refused to fade, the creature climbed on top of her chest and aimed his head towards her brain. These strong orgasmic vibes were exactly what he needed for nurturing. And he was planning to get more, much more.

A few hours later and after three more orgasms, Janet was still on the ground, now resting stiffly on her stomach. She held her head high up, staring wide-eyed into nothing like a human sphinx.

The monster stood on the woman’s back, pressing his head against her skull, sending an endless river of electrical discharges into her brain.

After learning the importance of sexual stimulation, he began to alter her mind to facilitate this function, and consequently, to obtain better and stronger orgasmic brainwaves. During the entire process, Janet’s pussy never stopped twitching.

The creature also understood that more females meant more nurturing food. Something had to be done about that.


Janet sneaked back into the locker’s room, swiftly got dressed and started searching for Bianca. She looked and acted normal but now Janet had a completely different purpose in life and she would do anything to fulfill it, even betraying her lover. She found Bianca in the classroom.

“Hey! Where were you?” Bianca asked upset, “You left me in the locker rooms without saying a word.”

“I was looking for something… and I found it,” Janet said with a sexy voice. “Come with me. Let me show you what it is.”

“What are you talking about? What is it?” Bianca asked with curiosity.

Bianca followed Janet into the boiler room wondering what was going on. She had never been in this room before and noted immediately that it was cozy and secluded. She smiled naughtily as Janet spoke…

“Welcome to the boiler room; our new love nest,” Janet said.

“Wow! I didn’t know this room existed!” Bianca exclaimed, already picturing herself naked within Janet’s arms. “This is so awesome!”

“No one comes in here. This is all for us,” Janet added.

Bianca was relieved that Janet had a perfect explanation for leaving her this morning. This place was ideal for their sexual escapades and they wasted no time. Janet stripped Bianca while kissing her on the mouth, then removed her own clothes.

With her arousal in overdrive, Janet pulled Bianca to the ground and moved hastily between her legs. An instant later, her tongue was lashing Bianca’s clitoris without mercy. It just took her a few minutes to have her friend twitching in the midst of a joyful climax.

Bianca arched her back while her moaning echoed across the ample room. Within her orgasmic spasms, she could feel Janet’s mouth attached to her crotch like there was no tomorrow. It was very different from the gentle treatment that her lover gave her earlier that day. As if it was a different woman altogether. Nonetheless, Bianca enjoyed enormously and her climax lasted longer than even before.

Afterwards, Bianca lay feebly on the ground, thankful for the lovely gift. She watched with dreamy eyes as Janet crawled on top of her and pinned her arms against the floor. She found this a little odd but she trusted that Janet had something kinky in mind.

“God! I came so hard and so fast! You are so wonderful!” Bianca whispered, “It is my turn to make you cum.”

Janet didn’t answer. She just looked back at Bianca with an empty stare.

Bianca was about to ask what was wrong when she heard a sound near her head, like the footsteps of a small dog. She turned to look and her face displayed true terror. The alien was a few centimeters from her head and she thought that it was a giant spider. Bianca screamed!

“Ahh! A spider!! Janet, let go of my arms! Help me up!!”

Then the strangest thing happened. She heard a crackling noise and all her thoughts became fuzzy. Nothing made sense. The screaming stopped, replaced by a muted grunt. Then, the panic started to vanish. A sudden knowledge popped in her mind. This “spider” was special; it was friendly. Meanwhile, electrical currents that projected from the alien’s head filtered into her skull.

After a few seconds, Bianca stopped resisting and lay there immobile, with unfocused and unblinking eyes, as her thoughts were bent or suppressed according to the creature’s needs. Janet was excited to see her friend looking up at her without looking at all. Now Bianca would be friends with the creature too and they all could be together forever.

The creature continued rearranging Bianca’s mind the same way it had done with Janet, but he was doing it a lot faster; taking special attention to the parts that controlled sexual stimulation.

Janet released Bianca’s arms and move to the site. She rubbed her pussy while watching Bianca’s nipples swelling as big as hers. Both women were moaning in synchrony and soon they both would be reaching climax at the same time.

The next day, Janet and Bianca kept attending classes just to keep appearances, but they both looked distracted, thinking about their new friend all the time. Janet felt that it was wrong to leave the creature unattended in the boiler room and she couldn’t wait to go back. Her arousal was especially evident at her crotch, as a wet stain spread all over her denim short shorts caused by the seeping juices from her pussy.

From then on, Janet and Bianca spent every spare moment they had in the boiler room. Their love for each other was just an added value to a more powerful reason; they needed to take care of their new friend. It was an unavoidable obligation that was deeply imprinted in their minds and they followed this command by constantly seeking the strongest possible climax.


The creature grew rapidly, feeding from the girls’ mind-blowing orgasms, multiplying his size in just a few days.

The girls were both naked. Janet was kneeling on the cement floor straddling Bianca’s head, who had her tongue as deep as she could inside Janet’s pussy, prolonging her latest climax. Bianca could feel Janet’s thighs trembling around her face and could hear the loud moans that filled the isolated room.

Janet enjoyed the overpowering bliss, completely unaware that her orgasmic brainwaves were being absorbed with ravenous necessity by the monster standing next to her.

A moment later, Bianca was kneeling on her hands and knees. Janet was behind her with her face buried between her round buttocks. Bianca was already on the verge of orgasm and her alien friend was near her head ready to feed from it.

As Bianca reached climax, her torso started to buck violently up and down within the waves of ecstasy that traveled across her spine to her brain and from her brain to the creature.

Every passing day became an orgasm marathon. The girls’ minds had been altered in such a way that each climax was easily reached and the two sexy lovers enjoyed this modification enormously, without even realizing about the change at all.

The alien made other alterations to the girls’ minds, more subtle but just as real and controlling. The girls no longer considered him just a friend, it was more than that. He was their reason to live. He was their owner. He was their Master.


The rapid growth of the creature demanded a lot more food. It was time to add another woman to the harem and Janet knew the perfect candidate. Savanna was a wild girl and her fame preceded her. Janet made up a story about a sexy encounter with some football players in the boiler room and Savanna didn’t hesitate to join in.

“Are you sure Mark is coming? I think he is so hot!” Savanna asked excitedly, wearing a sexy and brief summer dress.

“Yes. He is coming. They’ll be here in just a moment.” Janet lied.

As they walked into the ample room, Savanna was a little surprised to see Bianca already naked waiting for them.

“Oh my! You certainly don’t want to waste any time!” Savanna said with a smile on her face, “I never suspected that you were this bold.”

“You won’t let her outshine us, will you?” Janet asked Savanna daringly.

“No way!” Savanna responded, already pulling her dress over her head.

They all laid on the floor and waited. Savanna had never done something this wild and she was thrilled.

“This is so crazy! Have you done this before? How did you find this place?” Savanna asked, showing a hint of nervousness.

“We have spent a lot of time here. You will not regret this,” Janet responded expressionless.

The unsuspecting woman failed to see the large monster hiding behind a large structure, watching her every move. The creature approached silently from behind and sent a bolt of electricity to exactly the right spots within Savanna’s brain.

Savanna felt as if somebody had smashed her directly on her head and then all of her thoughts frozen.

Two seconds later, Savanna’s eyes were completely rolled back and her body was shuddering from the accurate stimulation of her nervous system. Her legs stiffened outwardly, her nipples swelled incredible large and her pussy gushed like a fountain. She was having her first electrical-induced orgasm. Savanna remained in the same position, shuddering uncontrollably for a couple of minutes unable to think anything but feeling everything. Her pussy twitched without pause the entire time. She was in heaven.

The monster had learned a lot from Janet and Bianca and he used all his knowledge to swiftly subdue his new slave. A moment later, Savanna was completely drained from energy, passive and receptive.

Janet lovingly rested Savanna’s limp body on her lap while her Master reprogrammed the stunned woman with a new way of thinking, a new purpose in life. While reading and rearranging her neuronal connections, the creature realized something different. Unlike Janet and Bianca, this woman didn’t crave for the company of other women; she craved for a male, more specifically, a phallus.

Quickly adapting to the new information, the creature created a “phallus” according to the picture in Savanna’s brain, adding a few characteristics of his own. This object would be sufficient to satisfy her new slave and keep her climaxing as needed.

The creature moved above Savanna’s limp body while the strange, newly-formed appendage emerged from the lower part of the its main bulk. Janet and Bianca looked at it wondering what it was. It looked like a large, twisting and living dildo about five centimeters thick and very long. Small bluish protuberances along its surface created electrical circuits that sparked from one to the other, and were perfectly calibrated to further stimulate Savanna’s sensitive body.

The dildo approached Savanna’s crotch until the tip penetrated her pussy. The astounded woman twitched and moaned out loud, waking from her spellbinding reverie. The opposite side of the appendage detached from the creature’s underbelly and fell between the woman’s thighs.

Savanna felt the fat appendage slithering deep within her vaginal cavity, stretching her and filling her completely. This feeling was amazing but what really drove her over the edge was the electrical sparks that caused her pussy and her brain to jolt simultaneously, over and over. The woman reached another instant orgasm and the alien feed from it.

While Savanna climaxed harder than the previous time, Janet watched the appendage disappear inside the girl’s body, making her belly bulge. Janet imagined that long phallus curling and twisting inside Savanna’s womb, stimulating her beyond belief. She had to try that soon.

“It slid completely inside of her!” Bianca exclaimed, thinking the same thing.


Savanna joined Janet and Bianca in their frequent visits to the boiler room. Every recess in their regular classes and every day after class, they were all there; playing with each other and with the monster’s appendages.

Today Janet was facing away from Bianca and bending forward while her lover had her entire fist and part of her forearm pumping in and out of her pussy. This way, she would be climaxing in no time. Beside them, Savanna was squatting with the electrical, living appendage hanging from her pussy. She wasn’t moving and neither the worm but they didn’t have to. She was on the verge of orgasm and one more spark would send her over the edge.

Despite the vast number of orgasmic energy, it was not enough. The alien needed more slaves before even considering the next stage in his plans to establish a permanent home.


Karla was wearing her sexiest outfit to get Mark’s attention and she succeeded. After the last class of the day, they moved to the farthest corner of the empty classroom. Mark immediately embraced her, thinking sex was a done deal. Karla was taken aback by this. She wanted to be with him but not like this; not in this place. Someone might walk in at any moment. Mark found this even more exciting.

“Come on. You know you want this,” Mark said with his bedroom voice.

“Yes but… not here. Let’s go somewhere else,” Karla begged.

“Let’s do it right here. Who cares if someone sees us?” Mark insisted.

“Mark… no,” Karla whispered with not much conviction.

Mark shoved his hand under Karla’s skirt and started fondling her pussy. She moaned out loud and then regretted it, realizing that somebody might hear her. She knew that she was getting too horny to stop. She couldn’t have sex inside a classroom and risk getting caught. She had to stop!

“Stop it Mark. We can’t do it here!” Karla said loudly, pushing his hand away.

Being a total jackass, Mark got angry at Karla’s hesitance and stormed out of the room. He believed he was too cool to be rejected by any woman. “What?! You get me all worked up and then push me away? You are just a teaser, bitch!”

“No… I’m sorry… I…” Karla said almost crying as Mark stormed out of the room.

Janet was checking the school grounds making sure nobody was around before going back to the boiler room, when she heard someone crying. She found Karla sitting on the floor, ashamed and confused. Janet couldn’t waste this opportunity.

“Hi Karla, are you ok? What happened?” Janet said with faked concern.

“I blew it. I am a fool. Mark hates me!”

“Don’t worry about it. It will be alright,” Janet said, caressing her cheek, “Come with me. I know something that it’s going to make you feel a lot better.”

“What is it?” Karla asked, thankful to have a shoulder to cry on.

Moments later, Karla’s body was straining under the throes of a sudden, alien-induced climax. Her mind was completely blank, allowing the sole presence of overpowering pleasure. The woman was on her knees, leaning forward, with her arms being help tightly by Savanna and Janet. Her hips jolted back and forth within short, rapid spasms while she grunted in ecstasy and a brief gush of pee sprayed from her twitching pussy lips. Her mind absorbed the electrical signals that inescapably rearranged her mind while the creature, who now was more than a meter tall, had his head glued to the young woman’s forehead.

Janet had been right about making Karla feel better. At this moment, Karla no longer remembered Mark or even her own name. She was in utter bliss.

After a few minutes, Janet and Savanna knew that they could let go of Karla’s arms. Janet stepped back and watched the show with expressionless excitement. Karla was part of the harem now and her life would never be the same.

My Master is so powerful! Janet thought, feeling her pussy moistening again.

Savanna also observed the scene for a moment, but then she got distracted by the loving feeling of her worm sliding out of her pussy. The worm served its purpose well, stimulating the aroused woman all day and all night, forcing her to reach orgasm after orgasm.

Janet saw the worm and knelt at Savanna’s feet, engulfing the fat appendage between her lips. She just loved the way its electrical discharges tickled her brain.

Nearby, Karla started to feel those arousing discharges as well for the first time. The monster extruded another appendage, identical to the one in Savanna’s body, and penetrated the girl’s pussy. The newest slave reached yet another orgasm while the appendage was only half way in. Then, it was gone from view.

The experience gained by the creature studying the brains of his increasing number of slaves had paid off. Karla’s mind was now extremely vulnerable to any kind of sexual stimulation, driving her easily into climax and the transformation took the creature only a few minutes.


The days passed and more women were added to the monster’s harem. There were at least three woman around the creature at all times, reaching continuous orgasms and providing a never-ending supply of food. Most of the time, there were more…

Women shared electric appendages connecting one pussy to another, or pussy to ass. Tongues and fists invaded every hole. Moans echoed in the room’s walls but did not travel further away. The boiler room had proven to be both cozy and secure.

The creature decided that it was time to initiate the next stage. Using the same hole in his underbelly to extrude the living dildos, The alien was now expelling a thick greenish substance that would form a nest. He was getting ready for procreation.

While the shapeless mass spread across the floor, Savanna and Cynthia, a new slave, shared a dildo. Both women moaned at the same time, mirroring each other, following the rhythm of the electrical discharges that emanated from the alien proboscis, pulsating deep within their pussies.

A few steps away, Bianca couldn’t stop her continuous orgasms as Janet’s tongue twirled around her clitoris and ass. Her legs trembled rapidly in the air and tightened around Janet’s head, urging her to keep licking her; to keep her cuming.

And the same was happening to Janet, who had a dildo pushing into her body as it dangled from Karla’s pussy. Janet was no longer losing awareness during climax. Instead, she had learned to keep it going for as long as possible, providing more food for her Master. She felt the mild electrical shocks in her crotch intensifying while her hips shuddered back and forth, causing the fat worm to zealously pump her ass.

Karla had hosted the appendage inside of her body for only a few days but now she felt as if it was part of her. She loved to feel the constant tingling in her pussy everywhere and all the time. As soon as she came back to the boiler room, the worm glided out of her tight hole, looking for a partner to penetrate; and there was always one available.

Karla found it difficult to remain in the same position as her orgasm exploded in her loins but it felt too good to let it end. She moaned and shuddered, keeping the dildo connected to Janet’s anus and completely unaware of the strange event ocurring right behind her. The greenish mass was growing larger.

The nest preparation was going to take several days but time was not an issue. Bit by bit, it grew and expanded up to three meters in diameter. The creature had already selected who was going to be the breeder of his first offspring. He chose Janet, the most docile and his favorite.


Janet didn’t know what was going to happen and didn’t care. She was instructed to lay still on the soft, mushy surface and she obeyed. The greenish, organic cushion that her master had created was warm and comfortable. Just lying there, waiting, had her on the brink of orgasm.

The large creature moved forward straddling Janet’s body, aiming his crotch at her pussy. When he was in position, a fat phallus emerged from its sheath. It didn’t look like the detachable proboscis the creature extruded before. This one was a streaked, grayish pipe with a rounded tip exuding a glossy lubricant.

Janet jolted violently when she felt the tip of her master’s cock touching the delicate spot between her legs. Her pussy was on fire and the sensation of the cold appendage was overpowering. Janet grunted knowing that her orgasm was seconds away.

The woman’s legs trembled and her torso jerked up and down while the monster’s cock penetrated her vaginal cavity, igniting a potent climax that shattered her already broken mind. Janet felt it going deep inside of her, stretching her pussy to the limit. The overwhelming sensation wouldn’t let the orgasm fade away. Her wide open eyes stared forward into the ceiling as the world around her disappeared and the phallus reached bottom.

Both the woman and the creature remained in place, almost immobile, as Janet’s climax began to subside. Meanwhile, a bulge formed at the base of the creature’s cock. It was slowly moving downward towards the slave’s crotch.

Soon, the bulge passed between Janet’s pussy lips and into her cavity. She moaned and spread her legs wider. The tension of her strained body was evident while her belly expanded allowing passage to the fat object until an elongated greenish egg, the size of a baseball, emerged from the hollow phallus and penetrated into Janet’s womb.

With this, her orgasm reignited, sending her towards a series of brutal spasms that trashed her body like a rag-doll. Janet moaned so loud, that she risked being heard from the halls at the other side of the walls, but at this moment, she couldn’t care less. She somehow knew that she was being host to a new life-form… a new Master!

Once the creature was certain that the egg was in safely in place, he began to retract his cock. The feeling of Janet’s tight passage twitching hard around his phallus was an obvious indication that she was ready to undergo her new task. Janet would carry the egg just for a few days, during its most vulnerable time. Yet, it should be enough to pass her DNA into the unborn creature.


Aside from Janet’s growing belly, the following days were business as usual in the boiler room.

Janet was lying comfortably on the mushy nest with her mouth attached to Bianca’s pussy, while her lover shuddered and moaned under the throes of a lovely orgasm. The egg within Janet’s womb had enlarged a few centimeters while the small embryo developed inside. It already felt heavy. Janet felt immense pleasure knowing that she was carrying a new master and she could cum just by thinking about it. Although, not as hard as Bianca was climaxing at this very moment under her expert ministrations.

Karla and Cynthia were also shivering in bliss while they shared a squirming dildo that linked Karla’s ass to Cynthia’s pussy.

The creature kept feeding from the endless orgasms of his slaves while he waited for Janet to give birth. He could sense movement within the nest entrails. The soggy, organic mass was fifteen centimeters thick and four meters in diameter, with some mounds spread evenly that rose up the thirty centimeters. The nest was also getting ready for the next stage of the offspring development.

Oblivious to the alien’s plans, the girls fucked each other and let the appendages keep them in a constant state of ecstasy. Savanna had become addicted to the delicious sensation of the dildo twisting down her throat whilst its electrical waves tickled her numbed brain.


One week later, the time for giving birth had arrived. Janet felt mild contractions as the egg pulsated and churned within her womb. It was an odd sensation but pleasurable nonetheless.

“It’s coming! I am giving birth!” Janet said to Bianca, who detached her suckling lips from Janet’s nipple and looked at her lover with curiosity.

Janet crouched on the mushy ground. She felt the overgrown egg descending through her lubricated passage. The lower section of the egg was already visible as her pussy lips stretched wide, letting it emerged into the world.

Bianca couldn’t stop herself from rubbing her pussy when saw the streams of a viscous fluid pouring from Janet’s opening and forming a puddle between her legs. Savanna also observed the scene with a worm squirming half way into her body.

Janet’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy as the thickest part of egg passed through her pussy lips and the upper half of the egg started the glide out, making the task a little easier. The overwhelmed woman felt the usual pain of giving birth but at the same time, she felt so much pleasure that an imminent orgasm was crashing down on her. She almost couldn’t wait for it. Bianca rubbed her pussy faster…

When Janet felt the last part of the egg vacating her body, she let herself fall backwards in bliss. Her entire body jerked with the ripples of the first orgasm even before she hit the ground.

Bianca couldn’t see any of this since she started climaxing the moment she saw the whole egg resting on the surface of the nest. The egg was green and it camouflaged perfectly within the mushy formation, as it was supposed to be. The lubricating substance that covered it and made it shine under the ceiling lights, immediately started to evaporate.

Once the egg was out in the open, the creature hurried to pick it up and moved it to a precise section of the nest. A moment later, the base of the egg extruded tiny filaments that merged firmly with the soft surface underneath and started to get nutrients from it.


Shortly after the nest sensed the egg’s filaments entering its surface, it became alive. A hole opened at the top of one of the mounds and a tentacle emerged. It was about five centimeters thick and very long. It waved slowly in the air, searching for food.

Savanna was right there, being witness to this new development. She looked at the tentacle with more curiosity than fear. As the rest of the slaves, she was always horny and this was undoubtedly another opportunity for pleasure.

What is this? A phallus is growing from the nest!

Savanna didn’t give it much thought and a moment later she was straddling the tentacle and guiding it to the right spot.

I must have it in me…

And this was exactly what the nest wanted. Unlike its creator, it didn’t have the capability of feeding from the female’s brainwaves. It relied on the physical touch to absorb nutrients from every possible source. Now this source was Savanna’s pussy. The tentacle pushed deep inside the woman’s tight opening, making her squeal, and started sucking her fluids with eagerness.

The creature observed nearby; so far, everything was going according to the plan.

Savanna was going berserk as the massive phallus penetrated into her body. She felt the tentacle reaching the deepest corner of her vaginal cavity and pushing even further. The tip of the bulged through the woman’s skin as it trashed wildly underneath.

Savanna was enjoying this so much, that she reached an explosive orgasm just a few minutes after the initial penetration. Her toes and fingers curled while her pussy clasped hard around the tentacle. Her mind was absolutely blank, unable to register anything but utter bliss.

The overwhelmed woman collapsed onto the soggy surface of the nest with the fat tentacle still embedded in her body, squirming and sucking the stream of lubricating fluids that she was producing. Savanna, oblivious to the world, just moaned softly, enjoying the alien appendage in her pussy.

The creature kept watching attentively. He had learned about his slave’s anatomy and he knew that Savanna could provide more nutrients than that.

A sudden spark pulled the delighted woman out her orgasmic reverie and prepared her subjugated mind for new commands. The creature attached his head to her’s and the electric signals began to flow. New instructions were received and she would obey them thoughtlessly.

I shared a house with Laila when we were in college together, when I finally moved out from my parents’. I knew she’d been seeing this guy, her first real boyfriend, someone white. She wasn’t really devout, but was more traditional than me. She didn’t really drink, but one night we shared a bottle of wine, then another. I told her some of my old moments, first times. I told her about Paul. And she got talking.

I am still not sure about this, whether I need a disclaimer somewhere. I don’t really like meta-fictional explanations. I like stories to take people by surprise. Myself included. To be safe perhaps, and to be clear (though I truly hope that if there are any stray readers who need this made clear to them, they find another story, another site. And psychiatric help), this about the fantasy of force, and the consensual role-playing of same. Ravishment then, not rape. There are a few theories about why women, and men, get aroused by this fantasy, but all I want to say here is that it’s qualitatively different from non-consensual sexual assault. To confuse the two is to make a large sized category error. One is sex. The other is violence. And if this is more than enough to step on everyone’s buzz thank-you-very-much, feel assured that violence is probably not your thing. If it is, go away, I mean it, you’re not welcome here.


God she was beautiful. I knew she turned women’s heads as much as men’s, even under her scarf, I knew her figure was one that would drop lovers into spirals of desire, even under her loose, her modest clothing.

I found myself staring some nights, forgetting the TV, forgetting my book. Having to look away quickly. Once, one evening when I was in bed, alone, after I had felt the swell of arousal that made me think to masturbate, the image that entered my mind, suddenly, as I fell into my climax, after I’d thought of the people I always thought of, was of Laila, undoing her headscarf, her dress, pushing it off her shoulders, letting it fall from her long, slim, smooth, brown body, naked underneath, standing in front of me, showing me, letting me look at her full firm breasts, her thick dark pubic hair. I let the thought take me, I felt my sex thicken and pulse with the sudden intrusion of unfamiliar desire, of forbidden lust, I came as I thought of her taking my hand, inviting me between her legs, holding my fingers over her sex, I shuddered with pleasure as I imagined touching her, my fingers feeling her warm wet pussy.

It was one of those wonderful accidental evenings of wine and conversation that happen out of nowhere. We had the house to ourselves, the two other girls were both out, at least until much later. I started alone, planning on the single glass, knowing I’d give in to another. Some Friday night stuff on TV, the sound down, some music on. Drinking a little, reading a little. Laila joined me. And asked if she could have some. This wasn’t a complete first, but it was still a rare occurrence. I padded back into the kitchen, got another glass and poured us both some cold Riesling.

We drank and chatted, about nothing, everything. I still thought we’d both be asleep by ten. When I asked her about Karl. I’d seen them together once or twice, coming back from lectures. A couple of times leaving the house. I mean, I guess I thought they were friends, nothing more, I was teasing a little bit, goading her into admitting she liked him, fancied him, I enjoyed getting Laila to admit to erotic thoughts, to getting aroused. She said nothing. When I knew that if there was nothing to say she would have merely laughed, giggled, admitted to some attraction, or not.

“Laila, you are being suspicious.”

“No, no no.”

“Yes, yes yes. Has something… have you and Karl…?”


The image that had entered my head was overpowering, I couldn’t resist expressing it. I played the daring one. It was an unusual role for me. Things were relative.

“Have you touched his cock?”


“What? Come on, I am interested, and if you have you know you want to talk about it, what have you done? Anything? Have you held his penis? Have you… have you sucked it? Have you slept together? Have you been fucking? Tell me.”

“Oh gosh, promise…”

“Of course.”

“Promise you won’t tell anybody?”

“I promise.”


“Yes? What?”

“We’ve been… we have… we have made love, yes. Oh gosh.”

“Oh wow, Laila, oh that’s so good, I’m so happy, I mean, he was your first right?”

“Yes, yes.”

“You lost your virginity. What was it like?”

“Well, I mean, technically…”


“A few months ago, god, Sali I’m sorry, I hope you don’t mind, I mean, I cleaned it completely afterwards…”

“Sali, you are being suspicious again.”

“I was looking for, well, a book you’d mentioned, I really was, not that I thought it would be in a drawer, but I opened your drawers…”


“I saw, I found a… your…”

“My vibrator?”

“Yeah. And your… the other… your dildo. Yes.”

And I felt the first quick tremble of arousal, at her words, using them, the idea of her looking at my little toys, seeing the dildo, life-like, my colour, our colour, just about, thick, rippled with large fake veins, a pair of oval balls at its base, a large exposed glans at its tip. I knew it was more acceptable to avoid the imitative, that smooth white vibrators were more the thing for a politically aware sister. I hadn’t been able to resist, it dated from my time with Paul, but the image of Laila coming across this large, real-looking cock in my bedside drawer, knowing what she would have to realise: that I had used it, that I used it on myself, to pleasure myself, that I had slid this dark penis inside my vagina, and given myself countless orgasms.

“And? Laila, filthy thing, did you borrow it?”

” “

“It’s okay, seriously, did you use it?”


“It’s lovely isn’t it? Didn’t you think?”

“Well, yeah, I mean, I’d never, not never, but…”

“You put it inside your pussy?”


I let this sit there. Let the thought of my friend touching herself, undressing, laying on her bed, feeling her own arousal, the anticipation, that lovely sweet nervous pleasure, spreading her legs, stroking my dildo over the damp skin of her sex, closing her eyes, wanting this, afraid of this, pushing that smooth thick cock head into her vagina, feeling her tight pussy grip it hard, pushing harder, deeper, fucking herself with it.

“It was, it was nice, I mean, I wanted to, not to be, a virgin, this was before I knew Karl, I don’t know, I wanted to know a little, what it might be like, to know.”

“Sure, very wise. Did you come?”

“No, it hurt too much.”


“Later I did.”

“Oh, really?”

“Mmm, sorry, the next day, you were out, at lectures, I… I tried again, oh god it was so nice, I had an orgasm.”

“Your first?”

“Not quite, my best.”

“Wow, that’s so… where were you?”

“On my bed.”



“Laila, tell me, describe it.”

“Oh gosh, okay, I mean, I had planned it I suppose, I knew when everyone would be out, so, I had the house to myself, coming home, I felt nervous, this was so strange, nervous excited, and just, so, aroused. I knew, oh Sali I can’t.”

“You can. Come on, you can tell me anything you like.”

“I… just coming home I mean, my… I was completely… you know… completely… wet. Oh wow I can’t believe I am telling you this. I got home, and went straight to your room, and found it, the dildo, it felt so large, so thick and long, and real, I felt like I was touching a real penis, and… I took it, to my room, and… and I undressed, I got naked, Sali, oh dear, I lay on my bed, and… I pulled… I moved the mirror, so I could see myself, I lay naked on my bed, and watched as I… you know… used it…”

“What did you do? Tell me?”

“I… oh I was so wet, already, so aroused, I slid it over myself, I… I kissed it, I suddenly remembered it was yours, gosh, that… you might have… I kissed the end of it, and took it in my mouth, like it was real, I pretended it was real, that I was sucking a guy’s hard penis, I licked it up and down, looking at myself, looking at it enter my mouth, I couldn’t wait though, I was too excited, I lay back and…”


“I pushed it inside my vagina, I saw it slide into me, I felt it, oh Sali it felt amazing, the second time, stretching me, filling me, touching me so deeply, I looked at myself as I pushed and pulled it, and as I… you know… as I stroked myself, touched my… my clitoris. I really thrust it in and out of me, harder, really… as I stroked my clitoris, and I came, oh gosh, I had an orgasm, it was so huge, just massive, consuming.”

“Oh Laila, that’s so lovely, I mean it, anyway, this is but a mere bagatelle, come on, what happened with Karl?”

“This was, gosh, the first time, you must promise not to tell anyone, I mean it.”

“I promise. Of course. Now though…”

“Okay, two months ago, I guess, we’d been seeing each other in our seminar group, and, sort of, hit it off, I did fancy him, I mean I knew I did, but, I thought, so what, he’s… well… you know.”

“He’s very fanciable, yeah.”

“I know, lots of girls, I’ve heard a few talking about him.”

“And you…”


“Had you fantasised about him? When you… used my dildo?”

“Well…, yes, actually, I did think of him, gosh. So naughty. Anyway, we were here, it was still quite early, but both of us were finished for the day-”

“-hold on, slow down a little, what did you think of? What had you fantasised?”

“Oh, nothing, I can’t.”

“You can.”

“I… when I used your, you know, I imagined, I mean, I imagined him pushing me onto my knees, and I undid his trousers, pulled them down, his underwear, I… I kissed your dildo, and imagined it was Karl, I imagined… oh Sali, I thought of looking at his penis as it was released, so hard, already, hot, stiff, holding him, I imagined holding it, his hot hard penis, and taking it in my mouth, on my knees, I felt so dirty, this is what I did, in front of the mirror, another time, I knelt and sucked it, as I touched myself, looking, pretending.”

“Laila, wow, I knew it, I knew you were a filthy one.”

“I am aren’t I. Sorry, it’s bad isn’t it.”

“It’s good, are you silly? It’s wonderful, being filthy, anyway, carry on, in real life…?”

“I hadn’t meant to invite him over, I hadn’t planned it, we’d just walked together, and, we were here. I asked if he wanted coffee.”

“Of course. Do you drink much coffee?”

“No. You know I don’t, I had tea. He had, anyway. We were in the kitchen, our kitchen, at the table, kitchen and Karl was staring at me. I said “What?”

He said “Nothing.”

But he was looking at me in a way I hadn’t seen him do before, with something else in his eyes. I… I felt… turned on, I looked back at him, so, our eyes were locked, and suddenly I was so nervous, I mean, breathless. I said, I am so innocent I know, I asked “What is it?”

And he said, quietly: “I really want to kiss you.”

He was still staring at me. My stomach tumbled, I was… I knew I was… god, I knew I was suddenly so damp. I head myself saying, looking at him:

“Are you gonna?”

He sat closer to me, next to me, and leant in, I barely moved, but I didn’t back away, I wanted to kiss him, I was suddenly desperate for this. I knew it was, well, my parents, my background, his, this was so, I was so, his lips were almost, but not quite touching mine, I could feel his breath on me, on my lips, and then we touched, his lips touched mine, it was amazing, electric, breathless, I was trembling, his lips tasted amazing, soft, full, just, just slightly moist, and then I felt his tongue, touching my lips, I opened my mouth to him, and we kissed harder, I pushed my tongue onto his, oh god, I was holding back, but I was so turned on, absurdly so, with a kiss, I was kissing a guy, not a nice young Asian boy, this handsome sexy desirable white guy.

I moved closer to him, I felt my desire rising, a loss really, something missing, or replaced by something more physical. The thought drove my body, which caused the thought: I didn’t need to stop, we might not stop, I could, I could. And, he touched me, Karl moved his hands from my arm, my leg, to my breasts, oh gosh, he was feeling my breasts, through my clothing, I felt his hand cup me there, hold me, stroke my breasts, and feel my nipple, I knew it was so stiff, I heard myself moaning, almost, knowing what he was doing, gently stroking his hands over my breasts. He pulled me closer, dragged my chair closer to his, and I felt his leg between mine, pushing my knees apart, pushing my dress up, away, over my legs, and, oh, Salima, he touched me there, he moved a hand down to my bare leg, my thigh, I felt his hand stroking, holding my naked thigh.

The thought kept coming back to me, filling me: I didn’t have to stop him, we didn’t have to stop, we might not stop. I did before, other boys, I had always stopped them, but I knew I didn’t have to, I knew… I didn’t want to. His touch was thrilling, I wanted more, suddenly I knew I’d let him do more, touch more of me. I wouldn’t stop, my arousal blossomed within me as I let this thought erupt: I would let him do whatever he wanted.

I kissed him harder, and… and touched him, I moved my hand to his leg, and held him there, as he stroked my breast, my tight tender nipple, the bare skin of my leg. And up, oh Sali, he moved his hand along my thigh, until I felt him, I felt his finger against my… against my sex… and I knew, I mean, I was so hot for him, I knew he’d feel this, the heat of me, the warmth and wetness of my aching trembling pussy, I knew he’d know now, he’d know I was completely aroused. I wanted him to, it aroused me more, to know he’d know, for him to feel my woman’s reaction, my body’s, the physical proof of my desire, uncontrolled, oh god, it was so nice, he pushed harder, still so gentle really, but pressing the edge of his fingers against my… against the lips of my sex, I found my hand drifting up his leg, drawn up, I couldn’t stop it, I slid my hand along his thigh, until I lifted it, knowing, I knew what I was doing, I held it over him, then, softly, god, placed it over his crotch.”

“Oh Laila, oh god, you touched his cock, oh god, what did you think? What was it like?”

“Sali, he was, I mean, I felt his penis, I knew what I was doing, for the first time, I had my fingers on a boy’s penis, it was so weird, he was, his penis was so hard, I realised, he was aroused, his penis was erect, I felt this hard bulging curved ridge, I touched him there, I opened my fingers and held it. And I felt myself become so wet, I knew he’d feel moisture through my knickers, I knew he would, this felt so dirty, so good, so pleasurable, I squeezed his penis, he felt huge, so hard, it was so hot and hard, and then he had both hands on my legs, and was pushing my skirts up. I realised, oh my god, this thought, I realised he wanted to… he wanted to… he was ready to have sex, with me, this was, he wanted to do this, so normal, so natural, he wanted to… he wanted to fuck me. I knew I wouldn’t, I couldn’t, and this thought let me carry on. I’d stop, I knew I’d stop, so I didn’t have to stop, not quite yet.

But we stopped kissing, he pulled back, and looked down, we both did, he had lifted my dress over my legs, we could both see my long dark legs, he kept pushing, lifting my skirt, exposing me, like no-one had before, no boy had seen this much of me. I looked at his crotch, at the large bulge of his aroused penis. We kissed again, fell into each other, I didn’t care what he thought of me, at this moment, I didn’t care if all he wanted was a quick fuck with some little Asian slut, I just wanted this feeling to carry on, the pleasure was unreal to me, like nothing I’d felt before, like, I don’t know, a drug, my entire body was tingling, like… like when you’re exhausted sometimes, completely tired, nearly asleep, we kissed, harder, our tongues were touching, stroking, I held his hard cock harder, and felt his hands pushing my skirt up, completely exposing my legs, and my crotch. He looked again, we looked, at the bunched black material now around my waist, and the white cotton material that was all that shielded his gaze from my sex. And he saw, I could see, I could taste myself, the thick sweet scent of my pussy, and we could both make out a large wide shadowy patch of wetness in the gusset of my panties.

Slowly, deliberately, he touched me there, I saw him extend his forefinger and touch this large damp spot where my underwear was sticking to my wet pussy. He touched, I gasped, he pushed his finger directly onto my vagina, my virgin genitals. I stroked him, my eyes were closing, I wanted him to touch more of me, he ran his finger along the thick moist seam of my labia, as my hand froze, I couldn’t move I was so aroused, I could feel his penis throb, I could feel him getting harder, and then, oh Sali, both of his hands were holding the top of my knickers, and he started to pull them down.

Oh god, I let him, I let him take my knickers off, I let a boy pull down my panties, my skirt pushed up, my legs bare, his hands on me, he pulled, and I let him, he tugged at the sides, they started to slide away from my hips, over my waist, we were kissing, I was gripping his penis through his trousers, but I wanted to see him strip me, I looked, I watched him easing the thin white cotton away from my dark skin, I could already see the peak of my pubic hair sprouting above the waistband of my knickers, I was suddenly worried he’d think I was too hairy down there, I am, god, my pubic hair is so thick, I’ve never done anything too it, he pulled, the sides came down, then the middle, I could see my thick dark hair coming into view, he was staring straight at me, down, between my legs, as he pulled, and pulled, I lifted my bum, without thinking, encouraging him, more, god, and my knickers were no longer hiding my woman’s parts, the gusset stuck to my wet skin, then sprang away, he pulled and my knickers peeled away from my genitals, he kept pulling them along my legs, down, over my knees, taking them completely off, he pushed them to my ankles, and… and I lifted my feet, one at a time, so he could pull them away from my legs, god, I lifted my bare leg for him, just, sort of, spreading them as I did, knowing, I was naked there, I was naked from the waist down, lifting my leg for him.

He picked up my knickers, breaking our kiss, and placed them on the table by the side of us, lay them there, I looked, we both did, at the long dark stripe of wetness at the centre of the crotch part.

And he looked down, I suppose my legs were tight together, I looked, god, I looked at my exposed legs, for the first time, I was showing some of my bare body to a boy, my eyes travelled along my long thighs, to the top, to the dark protruding nest of my pubic hair. I looked at him looking, his eyes, his gaze was like the most intimate physical examination, then his hands were stroking my bare skin again, gently, god, so softly, along my thighs, up, down, up, and I felt his fingers touch my pubic hair, he touched me there, I felt him touch the thick humid flattened thatch of dark hair covering my pubis, just, just above my sex, his touch sent these huge waves of trembling sensation through me, I kissed him again, I pulled his mouth back to mine, his tongue, his sweet soft lips, and he pushed his hands between my thighs, still together, he slid one hand between the tight closed skin of my legs. And… and I moved my legs apart for him.

I knew what I was doing, but it was still like my body was making decisions for me, my desire, my arousal, my pussy was demanding I carry on, I don’t stop. I didn’t stop. I kissed him, breathlessly, and felt his hands slide along the tender skin of my inner thighs, I pushed my legs apart for him, oh god, he was going to touch me, touch my… my…”


My own voice was betraying my own thickening arousal.

“Laila, it’s fine, please, say it, use whatever words you want…”

“… he was going to touch my… touch my cunt, my hot dark wet little cunt, I realised I was sitting forward, my legs now wide, spread wide, and, oh, I felt his finger on my thick slippery sex, I felt someone else touching my warm genitals, he threaded his finger through the thick forest of my pubic hair, hot, moist from my arousal, he parted the coarse fringes of my bush, the dense growth covering even the lips of my pussy, and touched me there, oh Salima, he touched my cunt, my sweet wet cunt, he pushed his finger between my swollen labia, and pressed the tight entrance to my vagina, I could feel the release of my arousal, the smell of me filled the room, and my desire, my body drew me on, I realised both my hands were on his… my hands were on his cock now, touching him there, stroking, rubbing the hot length of his stem, rubbing the shaft of his stiff cock, his cock, and I…

I started to undo him, I can’t believe I did even now, that I was so daring, so blatant, as if this was normal, for me I mean, that I hadn’t don’t this ever, kissed, been undressed, sat with my legs apart and my naked sex in full view, as I felt Karl’s fingers so gently stroking my tender aching cunt, and I reached for his belt, and fumbled to unbuckle it, ripping, pulling, so clumsy, but getting each piece to separate, and attacking his buttons, his zip, pulling his trousers apart, feeling for the waist of them, his underwear, holding, I was so desperate to see him, to see his penis, his stiff penis, to feel it, to touch his hot hard cock, I held his trousers and pants and pulled, pulled them off, over his legs, I looked, I stopped kissing him, my legs wide apart, and watched myself strip him, watched as I tugged at his clothing, his dark pubic hair, the swollen root of his penis, more, more, his thick pale stem, white, creamy pink brown, a white guy, I didn’t care, I less than didn’t care, I was glad, it aroused me more, I pulled and released his stiff penis, I saw it, Sali, I saw his hard penis spring up, spring free, just bounce up from his thighs, straight up.”

“Oh, oh Laila, I love that moment, when you see him for the first time, or the second, or twentieth, when you pull his clothes off and his aroused cock bounces out. What was he like? What did you think of it? Did you like how it looked? How long? And thick?”

“Oh god, he looked enormous, I don’t know, I mean, I’ve never seen one before, not even a picture, and now there it was, right in front of me, a real one, an actual penis, bare, exposed, inches from me, this was the thought that sent shivers of pleasure throughout my body: I was looking at a guy’s naked and erect penis, it looked enormous, shockingly so, I mean, so thick, just long and thick, this beautiful dark creamy beige colour, wide, I stared, for ages, his fingers still stroking me, his long white fingers still touching my little Pakistani pussy, as I stared at his creamy pink brown cock, he got bigger, I mean, once I had pulled his trousers and underwear down, his penis sprang out, and rose, it was so beautiful, amazing to see it getting longer, thicker, he looked huge to me, I mean, what’s big? He looked big, and, so hard, this thing, this beautiful engorged thing, in front of us, growing, pulsing up, thickening, it made these tiny pulsing leaps up, until it was sticking up straight, I pushed his trousers and pants over his legs. And I just stared, I forgot to do anything, I was just staring at it, at his beautiful long stiff male organ, his soft foreskin, covering the end of it, but stretched a little, I could see the tight lips of his opening, shiny, wet, the tip of his penis was already slippery wet.”

“This is so good, I’m so pleased for you, god, and, oh, describe it, please, all of it.”

“All of it, it looked so lovely, I thought, strange but lovely, long, rigid, potent, god, this stiff male rod so blatant, so obviously aroused and ready to… ready to fuck me, to enter me, to slide inside my own sex. I looked all over it, down to his scrotum, so small, tight and round, I could see the shape of his testicles, his covering of dark pubic hair, and his erect penis sticking up straight, sticking up to his stomach, his shaft was so thick, in the middle, smooth, it had a really wide vein along the middle, and, oh Sali, wider at the top, his beautiful large oval glans, darker, I could just see underneath his foreskin, I could just see the darker, redder skin of his tip.”

“So you… so you… what did you do?”

“I reached for it, and I held it, I held his cock, and found myself stroking it, looking, staring, I gripped his hot thick shaft and pulled his foreskin back, I don’t know how I knew what to do, but, I did, somehow, I opened my fingers and closed them around his stem, it felt so good, so wicked, knowing, feeling it, it felt so thick, gosh, my fingers didn’t quite fit all the way around, I couldn’t believe how hard it felt, and how hot, just, god, so warm, his skin so soft, so smooth, velvet, silk wrapped around steel, and I looked, at my hand, at what I was doing, what it looked like, oh, his, that dark shiny smooth tip, I stroked his penis, and he moved, and kissed me again, and he pulled me up, I knew, I, god, he wanted to fuck, he wanted, he thought we were going to fuck, that, I had taken his trousers off, and held his erect penis, he had taken my knickers off, pushed my skirt up, exposed my hot wet pussy, of course, obviously, I knew, I knew he thought we were…

he was going to push my legs apart, oh god, and push his hard cock inside me, he, a boy thought he was, I was going to let him put his erect penis inside my vagina, I, this wasn’t going to happen, I knew, this, I was only going to do this in the right way, with the right person, it wasn’t going to happen, so I could carry on, Sali, he pulled me up and pushed me back onto the kitchen table, lifted me, my dress around my waist, my knickers off, naked, I was naked, my legs, my ass, my soft wet hairy pussy, he lifted me and pushed my legs apart and stood between them, and… and… oh god… he… he knelt down, I, I almost… he knelt between my legs and put his face on my sex, and kissed me there, pushed me back, onto the table, my legs raised, my feet were on… and his mouth was on my pussy, his lips, oh god, he kissed my cunt, he kissed my sweet cunt, he was licking my hot wet hairy cunt. And it felt amazing. His lips touched mine, his tongue flickered inside my vagina, spreading my wetness up to my tight little clitoris, I nearly, oh, I so nearly had an orgasm.”

“Oh god, oh wow, that sounds so… so…”

“I was laying back on the table, my legs spread, his hands on my thighs, then my naked ass, lifting me, holding me there, as he kissed my hairy cunt, I could feel his probing tongue licking my vagina, god, entering me there, flicking inside me, then over my thick labia, and up, swirling, sliding around my, all over my pussy, his lips, it was like he covered my clitoris with his mouth, all warm and wet, almost took it his mouth, his hands, his tongue, and, I pulled him up, oh Sali, I could have let him, just do that, I wanted, I knew, I mean, I had the thought, I wanted to fuck him, I wanted to spread my legs wide apart, and pull him to me, and hold his hard penis and guide it inside my vagina.”

“On our kitchen table? You fucked your boyfriend on our kitchen table? Where we all eat our cornflakes? This is where you had sex?”

“Yes. Oh gosh, I know, it sounds so dirty. I, we, he stood, and pushed me up, back, holding my legs, and suddenly I could feel his penis, the length of him, his thick hard stem, I could feel a boy’s erect cock sliding over me, sliding, I mean, between my labia, his stiff penis was sliding between the lips of my vulva. I… I pushed my legs further apart, and undid his shirt, I wanted his naked body on my own, I wanted to feel his bare skin, it was such a strong desire, I almost ripped open his shirt, and as I did he lifted my dress, he started to lift it off me, oh god, we were both going to be nude together, he shrugged off his shirt, I looked at a boy’s naked body, I mean, swimming, beaches, photos, little bits, but never so close, I could see his pale skin, almost smooth, some hair around his nipples, at the centre of his chest, a thick trail from his navel down to his pubic hair, my eyes dropped, again, to his erect penis, he stood and pulled his trousers off his ankles, he stood, just, completely nude, naked, and aroused, a naked guy stood in front of me, his cock utterly rigid.”

“Shit, Laila, I’m feeling a little bit… this is such an erotic story. Tell me about his cock, describe it, I love hearing about different guy’s cocks. “

“He wasn’t circumcised, I don’t think I’d thought about that, he wasn’t, I couldn’t stop looking at him, on the table, I mean, laying on the table, my legs spread, naked from the waist down, my dark hairy cunt exposed, as I stared at Karl, his cock was so hard, oh Sali, it looked so hard, long, I mean, I don’t know, he looked long, thick, sticking up, out, up but in front of him, and I could see his testicles, his tight round hairy scrotum, oh it looked so good, I mean, if I ever wondered, not that… but it turned me on, the sight of him, a naked man’s body, his firm flat chest, his tight belly, his thick bush of pubic hair, and that thick raging erect penis.”

“And you did it there? Right there?”

“Yeah, I know, he leant back to me, naked now, kissed me again, pushing my skirt, my dress, and, I undid it, I unzipped the back, I reached behind, he saw, I mean obviously, he knew, I wanted him to undress me, I touched him again, his bare body, as he lifted my dress, as he slid his hands under it, I felt his fingers on my belly as I stroked his back, then lower, his hips, his slim waist, and his naked bum. Oh god I moved my hands to his gorgeous firm little ass, one around the front, I held his cock again, stroking, oh, pushing his beautiful soft foreskin back, exposing his sweet wet shiny glans, as he pulled my dress over my body, and reached and unclipped my bra, and, I just ripped my Hijab off my head, this felt, I don’t know, more revealing, more of an exposure, I shook my hair, he looked, I still had his penis in my hand and it throbbed, I felt him thicken, get harder, as I showed him my thick black rich hair, all of me, I pushed him back for a second and stood up, naked, both of us utterly wonderfully naked, this gorgeous young white guy, and me, this innocent young Pakistani virgin, and he looked at me, I could, I could see the lust, the desire for me, as he looked me up and down, my long legs, my breasts, my nipples, my smooth brown skin, my long hair and thick dark bush, my cunt, oh, I sat back on the table and opened my legs, and stroked myself once, stroked my genitals, I opened myself to him, I showed him the wetness of my sex, I showed him my dark wet tight cunt. “

“You’re such a filthy little bitch, I knew you were, it’s always the quiet ones isn’t it, the late blooming virgins who turn into shameless vixens when they become aroused.”

“I was, I felt like such a little slut, naked, legs spread, touching myself for him, looking, staring at his engorged penis, reaching, touching him again, feeling the heat of him, his unyielding hardness, but pulling him to me, onto me, into me.”

I realised I was getting aroused by Laila telling me her story, I didn’t know whether I wanted her to go on and on, or cut herself short so I could find a way of going to bed, stripping myself naked, and masturbating with furious abandon. I sat and listened, aware that my own vagina was quite damp. I wondered if Laila’s was? I wondered if telling had turned her on? Was she sitting, as I was, her legs casually apart, her pussy aching and swollen and wet?

“Did he? What was he like?”

“I told him, I mean, I had to: “Karl, Karl, I’m a virgin, I have never been with anyone, I want you to be my first, I want you to… to… fuck me, please, fuck me, just… ”

He said: “Oh god, are you sure? You want to?”

“Oh Karl yes, I’m ready, I want it to be you, just… oh… your… it looks so big, please, be slow, please, your… your cock looks so big.”

“Oh Laila, you’re so beautiful, you’re just so beautiful, your beautiful dark cunt is delicious, oh god, you’re so wet, I’ll be slow, are you sure?”

“Yes, yes, fuck me, oh please, put your… put your… put your beautiful hard cock inside my hot wet cunt.”

He moved closer again, between my legs, holding his penis down, bending it to my vagina, I felt it touch me there again, he stroked the tip of his cock over my sex, between my lips, until I felt it touching my vagina, I felt sort of scared at once, something shifted a little, I didn’t want to stop, but, I don’t know, not guilt, was it? Shame? That I should be enjoying this as much? I was still so wet though, he pushed, and I felt him enter me, oh god, I realised a boy, I mean, I had a guy’s penis inside me, I tightened myself instinctively, I felt the smooth tip of his penis gripped by my tight little pussy, I reached and gripped his firm ass, I knew I had broken my hymen, using your dildo I mean, he didn’t have to be so slow, so gentle, I held his tight ass and pulled him into me.

“Oh fuck me, Karl, please, fuck me, oh god, I want you to fuck me hard, just… push your big cock inside me…”

And he did. And it still hurt a little, not so much, he felt huge, god, like there was yards of it, thick, long, hot, stretching my vagina. But he fucked me, we were fucking, he sped up quickly, his arousal was as great as mine, I think he lost control a little bit, he pushed me back, and started to fuck me hard, we kissed, he touched my bare breasts, kissed them, kissed my small hard sensitive nipples, but was sliding his hard penis in and out of me, fast, hard, oh god, I could feel his pubic hair meshed against mine, our thick bushes pressed together, and his erect male organ penetrating me, entering me, god, I was no longer a virgin, I was having sex, I was fucking a boy, Laila, nice little well behaved Laila, nice little Pakistani girl, naked, her legs spread for a white boy, naked, he could see me naked, touch me, my hands were on him, and his beautiful big cock was inside me. She’s let him take her clothes off, her damp knickers and showed him her dark thick hairy little Pakistani pussy, she was wet for him, her virgin pussy was so wet for him, and she had pulled him inside her, spread for him and let him put his erect penis inside her pure innocent body.”

“What was it like? Did you come?”

“Oh it was wonderful. He just filled me, I felt impaled by him, it was quick I guess, but completely wonderful, god, he entered me, slow at first, just feeling himself inside my hot tight pussy, but, I mean, I told him to fuck me hard, I wanted him to, I held his bare ass, my legs spread, my feet flat on the table, as his cock stroked my aching wet cunt. I felt him slide in and out of me, kissing, stroking, touching my breasts, my hands on his tight bare ass, I could feel his testicles thump against me. But, I don’t know, I couldn’t, I mean, something held me back, my pleasure was trapped somewhere, held, I didn’t know how close he was, we hadn’t used a condom, I’m not on the pill, I had to say, I told him, I knew we had to be careful, but I meant it anyway: “I want to see you come.” I did, I really did, I wanted to know what happens, and I wanted to see his pleasure, his orgasm, to know, to know he was really there. He fucked me harder, I pulled him deeper inside me, felt his pleasure reaching his own apex. I encouraged him some more, I wanted to see his cock again, hard, I wanted to see his semen, I heard myself saying words I didn’t think I knew, turning myself into this filthy little slut.

“Come on me, oh Karl, please, come over me, on my breasts, stroke your hard cock over me, cover my dark skin with your hot cum.”

And he did, god, that first time, I mean, he had to I suppose, but either way, I saw him pull himself out of me, oh, he pulled his cock from my vagina, slippery wet from my moistness, and held himself, he gripped his thick wet stem, and masturbated quickly, just, I don’t know, so hard, so quickly, one or two, no, more, these rough hard strokes, and suddenly my body was wet, I looked and saw this thick long white streak of strange fluid on my stomach, creamy white, god, vivid against my dark skin, he was coming, I was watching a boy ejaculate, this was it, I saw another thick white spurt of semen pulse from the large still exposed shiny wet tip of his penis and splash onto my warm damp breasts, and another, god, there was so much of it, he seemed to come and come, these lovely strange long creamy ribbons of hot liquid being jerked from his penis and landing on my naked body. I touched myself, I felt it, warm, thick, I pulled him to me to kiss him again.”

“So, you didn’t come? I didn’t, first time, not many women do I don’t think.”

“You said you did? With Paul?”

“Oh, well, after, I mean, he kissed my pussy, he licked me there, I came when he did that.”

“Do you like watching men come?”

“God yes, really, turns me on”

We’re still sipping wine. There is still the same delicious wetness between my legs. I don’t want her to stop. I know she wants to carry on. She wants to share this, what she’s been doing, she wants me to approve, or not quite this, but to accept, to normalise this behaviour.

“It’s my favourite thing, one of them, watching a guy, I used to make Paul masturbate in front of me, I’d stay dressed, maybe, take my panties off for him to see my pussy, he would be naked, and I’d tell him to stroke his hard cock for me, until he came, I used to be so… with him… so filthy, depraved, “come over my little Paki face, cover your little Paki slut with your hot cum”, this sort of thing.”

I push my thighs together, and glance at the clock on the VCR. I am not sure when our house mates are likely to come back. I don’t want our conversation to end, I have a feeling it will if we are joined by the others.

“There is something else isn’t there? I mean, you been fucking Karl for a couple of months now?”

“Well, we’ve been, yes, you know, sleeping together, mmm.”

“”Mmm.” Indeed. Has it been good? As good as that first time?”

“Yes, oh Sali, the other day, last week I mean….”

“Uh-huh. Tell me.”

“God, I can’t, I mean, it was so… so…”

“Did you come? The other times?”

“No, I… it was good, I was turned on, but, something stopped me, I couldn’t get there.”

“Right, but last week?”

“Sali I can’t.”

“You can. You have to. You know the others will be back soon, shall we decamp to my room? With the wine? “

“That sounds okay.”

“And you can carry on telling me about your sexploits.”

“Oh, wow, my sexploits, gosh.”

“Come on, before they get back, upstairs.”

I take the wine, and the glasses, and pad up to my bedroom in my bare feet. Listening to make sure Laila is following me. We have shared beds together before, innocently, with warmth and friendship. Will she want to tonight? Do I trust my own intentions?

I put on some music, play around with the lights. And realise what I am doing: I am trying to seduce Laila. What is up with me? She is beautiful, of course, I am tremendously turned on, but she’s a she. I am not into shes. Guys, exclusively. Aren’t I?

Laila pours us both some more wine, and sits on the edge of my double bed. There is a little armchair opposite. I sit on the bed though, next to Laila. We both take a sip.

“You’re not stopping you know, not at all, there is something else isn’t there?”

“Yes, yes.”

“Hmm. Well?”

I move myself up, over the other side, and lay down, propped up on an elbow. Laila scooches around and faces me, cross legged. I want to kiss her, I know I do, I want to feel her lips on my own, her naked body pressed against my own, I want to taste her, fuck, I want to touch her soft wet cunt, to kiss her there, to push her over, to hold the firm cheeks of her ass apart and kiss her tight little anus, run my tongue over her hidden hairy asshole. Thoughts collide with desires crash into fears. I need to watch this. We are friends, I don’t want to fuck that up. Laila is struggling to come to terms with having sex with a guy, how would she react if her straight best friend tried something with her? How would I react? Do I really want something to happen? Is the thought enough? Would I really be willing, be able to do anything? To reach across, to touch, to feel another woman, to place my hand between her legs, to feel the strange damp warmth of another woman’s naked sex?

She looks at me, still fully dressed, still wearing her head scarf. “There’s no guys around you know, you can relax a little can’t you?”

“What? Oh, sure, of course.”

And she unwraps her Hijab, slowly, carefully, and suddenly all the reasons for wearing it seem utterly reversed: it is not the covering up, but the revealing, this is what is likely to drive men wild, the moment their hidden wife exposes her head, her hair, her skin. Laila exposes her head, her hair. I have seen this before, only I have not, not this, not the moment she removes her scarf. She shakes her head. Long, thick, shiny black hair ripples over her shoulders. Her ears, those soft undulating mouths, long slim light brown, so soft looking, so smooth. Her neck, her exquisite neck. I check myself again. And feel my thighs tight together. I am so wet. God. I can feel strange sweet dampness between my legs. I want to undress for her, I want her to look at me, see my naked body, look at me the way I am looking at her.

“Come on, stop teasing me, what did you do?”

“Oh Sali, okay, he stayed over last week, no, the week before, we’d made love again, oh, just saying those words, I made love to him, with him, we were naked together, and he is holding me, afterwards, from behind, we’re spooning I suppose, wonderfully naked, both of us are bare, there’s a candle burning, you know my room, quite unadorned, Spartan you called it, we are lying naked on my small bed, warm enough to be uncovered, I feel so aroused still, gently so, alive, tingling, wonderfully naked, his hands are on my breasts, his lips on my neck, and, well, I feel his penis against my bare skin, soft, we just made love, he had an orgasm, and I love feeling this, don’t know why, I loved feeling Karl holding me, naked, his soft cock pressed against my back, my belly, my leg, I can feel the thick course bush of his pubic hair. So, he was holding me, and I felt his penis stiffen, I felt his cock start to get hard again, this wasn’t, I mean, when he stayed over we usually made love a couple of times at least, at night, again in the morning, I enjoyed it, even if I still wasn’t…”

“Oh Laila, really? You weren’t having an orgasm?”

“No, it was okay, it felt so good up until… but something stopped me. Anyway, I felt Karl’s penis start to become hard again, and, well, I felt my vagina getting damp, just immediately, in response, feeling him getting hard made me wet, at once, he was so soft, kissing my neck, his hand barely moving over my breasts, my nipple hardened, as his penis got bigger, it was touching my bare bum, I felt his penis get hard against my butt, pushing against me, this wonderful stiffening length of male sex, he stroked my breast now, and touched my hard nipple, I moved my… “


“I’m going to sound… you know… like a…”

“Like a… filthy little Paki slut?”

“Oh gosh, yes, exactly.”

“Good, carry on, I am… I am enjoying this, hearing you describe your own arousal, hearing you use those words, go on.”

“I… I moved back, to meet him, I pushed my smooth naked ass against his cock, felt it getting bigger, longer. There was this weird lovely combination of heat and colder air, my skin tight and cool, my bare breasts, my nipples so stiff, my pussy so hot, his penis starting to harden against me, again, I loved feeling him getting hard, knowing he wanted to make love again, knowing he wanted to push my legs apart and slide himself inside me, that he would hold his erect penis and push it inside my vagina, that we would have sex again.”

I wanted to have sex, with her, with him, both, together, I was experiencing desires I had not known before, I sat opposite Laila and imagined licking my friend’s wet pussy as her boyfriend slid his hard cock in and out of her. Fuck. If nothing else I knew I was going to have to masturbate later on.

“So, what had you done by this point? I mean? Had you… you know… sucked him?”

“Yes, I had, is this bad?”

“Oh Laila, you’re so… what was it like? Come on. Detail.”

“Oh, just, mmm, lovely, really, he has such a nice one, soft it looks lovely, small and smooth, pale, I love watching him walk naked, across my room, or from the shower, looking at his smooth pale bare body, his dark pubic hair, how his soft little cock bobbles and dances as he moves, and hard, I mean, I don’t think, he’s not large exactly, or not huge, I don’t know really, maybe he is, I mean…”

“Compare him.”

“To whom? He’s been my only one?”

“Well, to my dildo, is he smaller? Or bigger?”

“Oh, smaller I think, sure, by, I mean, not by much, nearly as thick, but not as long.”

“Okay then, so, shall we say, about seven? Somewhere around the seven inches mark?”

“Oh Salima, do you judge boys that way?”

“I like to know, I can’t help it, it doesn’t matter, I mean, I have not had many men, but they varied a fair bit, in size, none were huge really, but one was over eight inches I think, just about, and one, six, something, the sight affects me differently, but it’s what they do to me, their hands, their mouths, their fingers, their imagination.”

“Of course.”

“Sorry, I am interrupting. What was it like when you sucked Karl’s cock?”

“I… I’ve only taken him my mouth a few times, and he’s only finished in my mouth once, I don’t know why, but this was so good, I didn’t expect him to, I mean, I had him in my mouth, I was… I was sucking his cock, I had his penis in my mouth, and was so enjoying it, his hardness, the taste of him, pleasuring him, feeling so filthy, you know, nice little Pakistani girl with an English boy’s cock in her mouth, sucking him, god, I had moved the mirror, without telling him, so I was sucking his cock, giving him a blowjob, thinking this, feeling so deliciously dirty, and I could see myself, I was watching myself, naked, my dark hair loose, my mouth, oh, my lips soft and moist and slipping up and down over an English boy’s erect penis, I could see it entering me, and from nowhere, I mean I must have felt him tense up, but I was sliding my mouth up and down his penis, sliding my wet lips over his soft smooth tip, kissing his glans, licking his thick shaft, taking him, stroking, just touching his balls, pulling the tight cool skin of his scrotum, feeling him hard and soft at once, his soft tip and skin and rigid stem, letting him slip in and out over my lips when all of a sudden, just, without warning, my mouth filled with hot liquid, warm sweet cum, all of a sudden he was ejaculating in my mouth, I let him, it felt so good, just so good, knowing I had made him, I was making him come, I mean, I could, I had given him a proper blowjob, I closed my lips over his penis, and felt him coming, I could see his face, his body tensing, his hands holding my shoulders, his cock gushing with hot fluid, it felt quick, his semen, each spurt of cum, these quick pulses of male fluid, four sudden streams of warm semen filling my mouth, covering my tongue, my lips, god, just filling my mouth. I let some slip out of me, past my lips, over my chin, dropping onto my naked breast, so I could see it, see myself, see his creamy seed run over my dark skin.”

I know this, I think of this, men, bending to their laps, unbuttoning, I love staying dressed, pushing them back, reaching inside their underwear, releasing their hard organs, taking them in my mouth, sliding my soft moist lips over them until they climax. I know Karl, he is more than a little bit attractive. He is someone I might go for if Laila didn’t know him. I imagine both of them naked together, Laila undressing for him, her full firm breasts and thick pubic hair, Karl’s long pale body, his long stiff cock, Laila bending, holding him, pushing his foreskin away from his wet tip, taking it in her mouth. Karl wanting to control himself, wanting to pleasure her, giving in, passing the fail safe, giving in to his pleasure, feeling himself fill her mouth with his sweet thick spunk.

“What did you think of the taste?”

“Do you like it?”

“I do actually.” I say, truthfully enough. “I mean, in moderation, with the right guy, the right moment, when I am aroused, I love it. It’s usually just the right amount as well, I’m not sure a pint of the stuff would go down too well.”

Laila is looking at me again, would she? Is she as aroused by the telling as I am by the tale?

“Have you read The Butcher? Alina Reyes?”

“No. No, I haven’t.”

“I’m sure there’s scene in that where she fantasises about drinking glasses full of hot cum, man after man ejaculating into this cup, and her pouring their fresh semen into her mouth.”

“Mmm. And you think… maybe? The right moment, the right men.


“Exactly. What?”

“Well, it’s a porn thing really, one woman, usually on her knees, a bunch of guys masturbating over her, and, you know, coming over her, over her face, one by one, or all together I guess, but, covering her with cum.”

“Ugh, ur, how horrible.”

“Yeah, I think as a fantasy, maybe. In reality, I think you’d have to feel just slightly degraded, that would be the point, that would be your thing, obviously. Or a pay cheque. And I’m sure your knees would get sore after a while.”

“Have you had a guy come on you? On your face?”

“Is this what you did?”

“No, cheat, you first.”

“Well.” I think, I remember, my desire is re-routed back in time, back to Paul, to our games, our play, his long hard leaping cock. “Yes. I mean, not often, a few times, Paul, I could act out fantasies with him and know, he wouldn’t, or, it was safe enough that we could both be as dangerous as possible.”

I do think back, and bring him back, with Karl, four of us, all of us, naked, together, and still, even within the fleeting moment of imagination, Paul and Karl touch each other, and Laila, Laila pulls my head between her legs, she pulls my mouth onto her sweet dark damp sex.

“So, you second. Come on.”

“Okay, I mean, well, once he did, I loved seeing him come that first time, and after that we used condoms, so, he didn’t have to pull out, but I asked him to a couple of times, and, told him to come over me, so he’d pull the condom off and masturbate over me, and… I suppose… once, or twice, he came on my face. I sort of…”

“… liked it?”

“Yes. And you have you done that too?”

“Once, twice I guess, like I said, with the right guy, when you know he’s pretending as well I think, with the wrong guy it’s awful, but, the desire to be degraded, used, made filthy, literally, by his orgasm, to be reduced to something he can cover with his cum, it’s a porn thing isn’t it, who’d want to otherwise, who’d think of it. Or a male thing, the moment of least control, they want to use this too.”

“Mmm, I would, I did, I love seeing Karl come.”

I’d love to see Karl come, I’d love to watch them fuck, in this bed, in her bed, her legs wide apart, Karl’s tight bare ass thrusting up and down, pushing and pulling his stiff dick in and out of her.

“I might get undressed, and get into bed. Okay?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, of course.”

“Need the toilet first I think.”

I left Laila and rolled off the bed to go and empty my bladder. I did need to. I also wanted to touch myself, just a little, just for some relief. I ran to our bathroom and locked myself in. Pulled up my skirt and pushed down my knickers. I faced the mirror, looking at my exposed midriff, staring at the nearly black thatch of my pubic hair, it just about stopped where it should, it didn’t trail up to my belly button, but it was so thick, so dense, covering my mons, growing and covering my vulva. I liked it this way, I hated shaving, waxing, I loved how it looked, how it felt. I pushed my fingers against myself, feeling the familiar cushion of soft hair, I looked at my hand, threading through my dark bush, feeling, pushing, until I touched my genitals. I heard myself gasp. I stroked my slim forefinger over my sex, I touched the tender skin of my swollen labia, lower, oh, I could have come right there, I pushed between my thick lips and touched my vagina. A wave of warm wetness was released. I was soaking. Hot, thick with desire, slippery wet with sweet arousal. Fuck. Laila, her story, I was so aroused. I penetrated myself gently, I felt my pussy close tightly around my fingertip, I slid it upwards, over my aching throbbing clitoris.

It was not enough. I wanted somebody else. Tonight, I knew it. I wanted Laila. Oh god. I wanted my best friend. I wanted to feel her fingers on me, her mouth, her beautiful naked body next to mine.

I sat on the toilet and pissed, even this felt good. I wanted to take my knickers off and leave them off. No. It had to come from her. Or not at all. I tore a few squares of paper and wiped myself. Dressed myself. Okay.

I walked back and opened the door. Laila was still sitting cross legged on the bed. But had taken her clothes off, was sitting in nothing but her pale blue bra and panties. She looked up at me as I entered. Half naked, uncovered by her hijab, her long thick hair flowing over her shoulders. She looked at me. She smiled. My knees nearly buckled. I smiled back. Trying not to stare. She looked utterly ravishing. She is prettier than me, I knew this and didn’t care, not quite as tall, an inch or two shorter, her skin was slightly darker, smooth, blemish free, her legs, oh god, she had such good legs, long, toned, slim, leading to her small pert little ass, her tiny waist, that slim flat stomach. I was staring, I had been, I couldn’t stop. I gazed at the thin layer of material covering her sex, looking at the visible bulge of pubic hair pushing out against the cotton, able to see the dark shadow of her thick bush. Looking up, to her full firm breasts, larger than mine, god, high and pert, hidden by her bra, which she didn’t need really, not for support, and not to disguise the shape and shade of her long thick pointing nipples.

Another wave of dampness crashed through my vagina.

“Sorry, you don’t mind? I thought we could share your bed maybe?”

“Of course, I love sleeping with you, so lovely and warm.”

“You too.”

“Right, I’ll undress, and you can carry on with your sex story.”

I did, I pulled my black top up over my head, aware I had stopped shaving my armpits some weeks ago, aware the sight of my already thick dark hair present would possibly surprise Laila. I tossed my top behind me and unbuttoned my denim skirt, unzipped, pushed it over my hips, wriggled to loosen it, felt it drop over my legs before stepping free and kicking it away from me. I hesitated. Should I stop? Laila had seen me nude only a couple of times. I had seen her the same way. Though she was a little less blatant when she undressed. We had shared a bed on several occasions, usually when both of us were nude. Why was I hesitating? Because it was different. I knew it. I knew I would be undressing with less innocence than usual, I would be stripping and hoping she was looking at me, wanting her to, wanting her to feel at least the faintest tingle of arousal.

My head told me to keep my bra and knickers on. My body told me something else. The situation decided. I was still standing, still facing Laila, her eyes still upon me. I reached behind my back and unclipped my bra. Trying not to look at her, trying not to strip for her, to put on a show. Trying, I guess, to be as natural and casual as possible. I pulled one strap along my arm, freeing my small breasts, dropping my bra onto my little pile of discarded clothing. Letting Laila look, if she wanted, at my now bare chest. I didn’t know whether she was looking. It felt like she was. I felt examined. I felt currents of exhibitionist pleasure shoot through me. She was looking, she would, I would, at my slim torso, my smooth breasts, smaller than hers, my small stiff nipples. God. Fuck. I didn’t stop. I pushed my fingers into the back of my knickers, and pushed them over my full round firm ass, over my legs, away from my genitals.

I pushed my panties off and stood up, naked, in front of Laila. For a second, as if looking for something, letting her look at me, feeling her gaze upon me, upon my long bare body, my thick dark bush. I turned to get my wine, letting her glance at my bare bum. And climbed back into bed. Stood on the mattress, my sex level with her face. Sitting. Crossing my own legs. Opening myself to her. Fuck. What was I doing? I wanted her to look, to glance, between my legs, at my pussy, fuck, I wanted her to look at my large vulval mound, my dark lips, my thick dark hairy cunt. I remembered how wet and aroused I was. I had the sudden thought, the air in here, my room, I was suddenly aware that Laila would be breathing in my womanly scent, would be smelling the thick sweet aroma of my arousal. I took a large gulp of wine.

“Come on, what happened during the time you were talking about? God. You’re driving me crazy.”

“Well, it was more what it led to, but also the first time I had, well, okay, he was stroking my breasts now, kissing my neck, and his penis was getting stiff, I felt him getting hard, pressing onto my bum, and, I raised my knee, one knee, so I sort of spread my legs, Karl moved a tiny bit, his penis shifted and straightened so it was now pushing up against my sex, it was between my legs, I could feel it, hot and hard, touching my vagina, he rocked back and forth, rubbed himself over the lips of my… over me, and then, we hadn’t said anything, he shifted a bit lower, changed his angle, I thought he was going to enter me from behind, but he pulled back a little, and, god, I felt the tip of his penis touch my… I felt his cock touch my anus. Fuck. Oh god, sorry.

“Oh wow, you had…? He…? What happened?”

I had this image now to contend with, Karl behind Laila, his hard cock pushing against her tight hairy asshole. Oh god.

“Well, we had never, I mean, I had never, obviously, we hadn’t even really talked about it, but obviously I never had, I mean, we’d only been sleeping together a short while, I was virgin before then, I hadn’t even thought really of having anal sex, I hadn’t considered whether Karl might want to.

Anyway, his hands were touching my bare breasts, and I could feel the tip of his penis pressing between my buttocks, I mean, it was just touching my… my anus. And I didn’t move, I thought to say something, to ask, or tell him no, but, it felt, just, not quite, nearly touching me there, I felt aroused, suddenly so wet, really, gosh, the thought of it, the idea of letting him, feeling him enter me there, this was so dirty, so forbidden, so wrong, having my boyfriend penetrate my anus with his erect penis. I waited for Karl, he barely moved, he held my breasts, and breathed on my neck, on my ear, he took an earlobe into his mouth, I love this, I felt his breath in my ear, and felt him push forward, just slightly, so the hard ridge of his penis, his thick stem was pressing harder on my anus, he moved up and down, his shaft rubbing my… oh Laila it felt so sensitive, just, I mean, my tender little opening, felt so alive, and the tip of him was sliding over my vagina.”

I wanted Laila to undress, I wanted to be naked with her, to look at her beautiful bare breasts, I wanted to watch her strip, pull off those small blue knickers, peel them away from her humid sex, lay flat as she did, her legs parting, her thick dark bush sprouting into view, her swollen mound glinting.

“Hang on, let me light a candle, turn one of these lights off.”

It was an excuse, I didn’t care how transparent, to get out of bed, for Laila to look at my naked body again, to feel her eyes upon me, to feel my own small breasts bounce and shake slightly, to bend over, for matches, away from her, hoping she would look, hoping her eyes were on my smooth ass, hoping she might glimpse the dark flesh of my pulsing wet cunt. Oh god, oh Laila, I am so wet for you, tonight, I don’t know why, my tight young cunt is so hot and wet for your sweet touch, your sweet mouth, your fingers.

I bent and lit. And flicked the standard lamp on the other side of the room off. I walked back, slowly enough, the thick lips of my pussy sliding against each other, lifting my legs to step back. The air was thick and heavy with the sweet smell of my arousal. I sat back, still upright, my legs crossed, still facing my friend.

“Okay, and…”

“Oh gosh, this is… anyway… all right. We stayed like that, god, probably for no more than a minute, I wasn’t moving, I didn’t say anything, it felt too good, god, I didn’t want to stop, but, I couldn’t bring myself to encourage either. He held my breasts harder, kissed my neck harder, and then he let go off my breast and took hold of my bum, moved down the bed slightly further, he held my bum and pulled one cheek away from the other, and moved himself, with his other hand, held his… held his cock and pointed it so the tip of his penis, god, the soft round smooth tip of his hard cock was pressed onto my anus. I still wasn’t moving, I hadn’t said anything, Karl put his hand back on my breast, and pressed himself against my tight asshole, I pushed back, god I did, I pushed my bum back, onto his cock, and we stayed like that, Karl stroking me with his hands and mouth and trying to push his penis inside my ass. I thought, well, I mean we hadn’t lubricated, or anything, I don’t know if I even thought this, all I could think of was the idea of his penis touching my most forbidden place, my most private spot, gosh, my tender little anus, and I also thought, I realised I wanted Karl to just… to just fuck me there, without me saying anything, I wanted him to put his cock inside my ass. I felt myself push back again, he pushed forward, it felt so close, I wanted him inside me, I wanted to feel his penis inside my anus, I wanted to whisper, I wanted to tell him “please, oh god, Karl, just, oh, please, you can”, really so quiet, I couldn’t, I didn’t, I couldn’t admit I was aroused by something so filthy. I lay there, not moving, but so turned on.”

“So? What did he do?”

“He got off the bed, I thought, I don’t know what I thought, I twisted my head, still laying down, I saw him walk out of my bedroom, his erect penis jiggling in front of him, his smooth bare bum, god, his gorgeous firm small bum visible in the pale candle light, he walked out, I didn’t know what he was doing, I lay back, on my front, I just lay there, my legs more or less together, my little bum in the cool air, my arms by my side, I heard Karl come back in, I didn’t move, I didn’t sit up or anything. I lay flat on my bed, my face to the side, I didn’t move, I didn’t open my legs, nothing, like I was asleep, or something, I was so aroused though, I felt Karl get back on the bed, and felt him sit over my thighs, his knees either side of my hips, I felt his large balls touch my bum, he rubbed his tight scrotum over the crack of my arse, I heard him open something, I couldn’t tell what, I thought I could hear something wet, squelchy, I still didn’t move, then I felt his hands on me, on my bum, he shifted position on the bed and pulled my legs apart, and knelt between them, fuck, fuck I felt so exposed, I felt the cool air waft over my damp vagina, Karl pushed my legs further apart with his knees, then I felt his hands on my ass, opening me to him. I… nobody had seen me there before, no-one had even touched me there, Karl hadn’t, never… I know my sex is quite hairy, my pubic hair, just thick and dark.”

“I know.”

“I know. I don’t care, or maybe I do, I don’t think of it, it’s never been an issue, I guess I like it, but… I mean… my hair carries on, over my pussy, my labia, and my perineum, my anus, my anus is quite hairy, I mean, I’ve never seen it, but when I wash, when I shower, and clean myself, I know I am hairy down there, and I knew he was looking at me, he’d opened my little bum and was looking straight at my anal opening, would be able to see my tight dark hairy anus. I felt so exposed, scared I think, sort of nervous, like I should stop him, say something, but… but I didn’t. I have to be honest. I was so turned on by this, I was so aroused, open to him, I wanted to push myself up, raise my hips up, I couldn’t quite do it, I felt him leaning down to me, to my naked ass, and his breath on my cool bare skin, knowing, god, knowing he was looking at my most intimate opening. And then, oh, I felt his breath on me there, he was breathing gently over the sensitive skin of my anus, then, oh Sali, he put his mouth on me, there, I felt him bend to me and open his soft full moist lips onto my tight hairy asshole. And he kissed me there, I felt his tongue, licking, oh god, he licked my soft anus. I nearly had an orgasm right there, I really did, it felt so good, so filthy, so depraved, having my boyfriend kiss my virgin asshole.

He seemed to be there for so long, it felt utterly wonderful, I wanted to scream with pleasure, feeling his soft lips on my perineum, his probing flickering tongue caressing my clenched anus, pushing, oh, he nearly entered me with his tongue, so nearly pushed the tip inside my rectum.

I felt him sit back up, I felt his fingers touching me, touch my anus, he slid his fingers over the surface of my anus, along my cleft, oh god, he was spreading something over me, something cool, soft, wet, covering my tight asshole, I clenched, I mean, I tightened my sphincter, I couldn’t stop it, I… I… oh, this is… I relaxed, I forced myself, to relax there, then, oh god, he pushed a finger inside me, then two fingers, I felt him slide in and out, he did this, I felt something foreign inside my bum, curling, pushing, inside my anus, it felt incredible, oh, so nice, Karl had his fingers inside my ass, and I tightened again, I gripped him tight, and he gasped, then I could feel him moving, but I couldn’t see, he must have held his penis with his free hand and bent it down, I felt it touch my anus again, I knew though, now, I knew he was going to put his penis inside my bum, I knew he was going to…

he was going to push his hard cock inside my ass, I knew I was going to have a guy’s hard cock penetrate my anus and… and… and fuck my tight hairy little asshole, he pressed himself against my tightest opening, and, god, I relaxed again, I let him, I felt his penis slide past into me, just, I felt his large smooth tip enter me, I still didn’t move, I was laying so still, so flat, knowing though, I had a boy’s cock inside my ass, Karl lowered his body onto mine, onto my back, his knees were either side of mine, my legs were tight together, pressed together, he was on top of me, I couldn’t move now, not without forcing myself up, he lay on me so I couldn’t move if I wanted to, my arms trapped by my side, and, still, just the soft tip of his penis inside my ass, then, god, oh god, he pushed his cock forward, I mean, barely at all, just, a centimetre, it felt huge, just this huge thick hard rail penetrating me, stretching my tender little asshole. I still couldn’t bring myself to say anything, I wanted to tell him to, I mean, I wanted to use such filthy words, to be filthy, shameless, in my head I was, I was telling him, inside, to ‘fuck me, fuck my little ass, just fuck my asshole’, god, I was so dirty, you know, ‘push your hard cock inside me, fuck me hard, do it, please, just do it, fuck me and fill my tender ass with your hot cum.’”

Laila paused. I was trembling. I needed a cold shower, an ice bath, a walk through the snow. I wanted to pull her face between my legs, to feel her kiss my wet cunt, I didn’t trust my voice, I couldn’t manage to speak without it coming out in a hoarse whisper.

“He, I wasn’t moving, but, I mean, I obviously wanted him to carry on, I thought, he must know I want him to carry on, to push his hard cock inside my bum. Then, oh god, he did, he thrust himself into me, in one quick sudden and quite rough movement he slid his penis deep into my anus, he penetrated my tender ass, it was so painful, I did cry out, I mean, I screamed, but it was so… it was so pleasurable at the same time, it hurt and aroused me at once, he stopped, I think he thought he’d hurt me, I didn’t say anything, I wanted him to take charge, to be rough, to… to… oh Sali, I wanted him to fuck me hard, I lay there, said nothing, didn’t move, I was breathing quite heavily though, after I screamed, and I knew I had Karl’s cock inside my bum, and he moved just slightly, I think I probably moaned in pleasure, Karl heard me, I think, but, he started to fuck me, I felt him pull his cock almost completely out of me, and push back inside, so hard, so quickly, then again, my poor little asshole felt like it was on fire, he thrust in and out of me, only his bum moving up and down, laying flat on top of me, fucking me, god, he fucked me in the arse, quicker and quicker, and I felt an orgasm build inside me, that I had no control over, I couldn’t move, couldn’t speed Karl up, or slow him, or touch myself, or him, I was at his mercy, and…

and I loved this, I was so turned on by this, as much as by the sensation of his penis thrusting in and out of my tender virgin anus, he went quicker still, I felt his balls slapping against my damp vagina, he gripped my hair, turned my head on the pillow, and bit my earlobe, god, I mean he really bit me hard, I felt more pain, he pulled my hair back, twisted my head, bit me and fucked my bum hard, and let himself come, without saying anything, he bit my neck, my ear again, and yanked at my hair, and fucked my bum until he came inside me, which he never did of course, but now he could, fuck, I felt him ejaculate inside me, I could feel his cock thickening, pulsing, spurting his hot cum inside my ass, I could feel my churning rectum filling up with his hot spunk.”

“Did you… I mean… did you come?”

“He stopped, he was breathing heavily, he pulled his spent cock out of me, and rolled off my back, fuck, I felt raped, I realised, I put it into words, this was what we’d done, sort of, we acted out this little fantasy, without naming it, I hadn’t moved, I hadn’t said yes, I was flat, still, trapped, and Karl had raped me, he had forced himself inside me, forced his hard penis inside my tender virgin anus, and, really, this gave me an orgasm, this piece of knowledge, he wasn’t inside me anymore, wasn’t even touching me, I wasn’t touching myself, but I came, oh Salima it was fucking huge, fucking amazing, I had a massive orgasm, I cried out in a huge wave of incredible pleasure, still lying flat on the bed, I came, really, I orgasmed, massively, my body consumed and controlled by this thought, my pussy boiling, throbbing, my whole being shaking with pleasure. I came thinking knowing that Karl had been pretending to rape me and I had gone along with it.”

I felt on the verge of an orgasm myself, listening, imagining, sitting near her, naked, looking at her. Looking at each other. I was sure her eyes dropped low over my bare body, between my legs, to the dark hair covering my sex. I was sure she would be able to see how damp my pussy was.

“Salima, am I bad? Gosh, not bad, just, what? Repressed? So ashamed of my body? Of pleasure? Are you hot? Gosh, I am, do you mind if I…”

I felt my vagina pulse with anticipation. Go on, ask, please, ask, oh god.


“Can I… I mean… I might take these off, so we’re both ready for bed, when we’re ready, we can both be nude together, is that okay?”

“Oh, of course, go for it.” I managed to sound casual, as if I didn’t care either way.

“Okay, thanks.”

I watched. She didn’t move from the bed. She bent her arm behind her back, I watched her reach and undo her bra clasp, watched it drop loosely away from her breasts, watched her shrug it off her arms. Her perfect full globes of dark flesh popping into view. My mouth was dry. It was ridiculous. I had never felt so aroused, so achingly wet. Her tits were so beautiful, smooth, larger than my own, high and firm, peaked by her two large hard brown nipples, long, thick, raised to little pricks of vivid flesh.

I knew I should have said something, or looked somewhere, and could do neither, I was hypnotised by the sight of my friend stripping her underwear from her gorgeous young body. I watched her lay down flat and raise her hips up, hold the waist of her thin panties and push them down her legs, away from her hips, over the bulge of her pubic hair. I stare. I was absurdly aroused. I watched as the pale blue cotton of her knickers slid over her bush, exposing the top of it, the first few thick dark hairs, then more, she was quick, my mind though was looking through treacle, as she pushed and wriggled and kicked her legs when her panties were around her ankles, throwing them into the air, onto my bedroom floor, offering me the quickest glimpse of her thick hairy sex. And she was nude, as I already was, sitting up, her breasts jiggling, free, unencumbered, her hips and waist and groin exposed, her mons, fuck, her pubic thatch, thicker than my own, denser, vivid, covering all of her sweet tight pussy in long warm black-brown hair. She turned over, onto her back, reaching for her wine, let me look at her bare ass, her small tight boyish little ass. Smooth, her dark cleft inviting my imagination inside, between her firm cheeks, to her anus, to her tight little recently fucked sweet hairy asshole. She rolled back, upright again, facing me, smiling, sipping.

“You okay?”

I was not. I was not kidding myself, I needed to take some alone time in the bathroom, shower, give myself a moment, a climax, I didn’t trust myself not to try something completely inappropriate, not to touch my friend, to kiss her, to reach between her legs, to give in to desires I had never had before. To invade her. To ruin our friendship.

I reminded myself that I was, after all, like her, straight, very much so, exclusively so. Even if it had been a little while. We both sat, our legs crossed, our knees almost touching, almost. Naked. I remember. Oh god we are both completely naked.

“I’m fine yeah, a little… I mean… wow, quite a moment. Laila, you’re such a… I don’t know… “

“Do you think I’m a slut?”

“God no, the opposite if anything, just, I don’t know, I think you’re lovely, I do, I love you, you’re my sweet best friend.”

“Oh Sali, I love you too, you are my best friend.”

And we hugged. We were naked. And we hugged. I held for longer than I knew I should. I persuaded myself Laila didn’t seem to want to move back. I felt her cool smooth back, her skin, under my hands, hers on mine. And our breasts. Oh fuck. Oh. Our breasts touched. As we held each other. I turned my head into her hair and breathed her in, I smelled her sweet scent, I nuzzled, in a friendly manner, I stroked her back, felt my soft small chest touching her larger fuller breasts, both of our nipples tight, grazing. And I let my lips touch her neck. I let go. I moved away first. With enormous reluctance. I could have held her all night, just that, just holding.

Laila released me. And we looked at each other, into each other. Our eyes locked. The moment was electrifying. Does she want me to? Does she want to? Can she? For once I cannot move. I overcame as much desire as I have ever felt for anyone, and did not move in to kiss her. I am sure she wants me to, I am sure. I am not at all sure. Is this even a moment? For her? Am I getting carried away with my own arousal? Do I want to kiss her? To lay her back, to touch her naked body, kiss her smooth dark skin, take her nipples in my mouth, caress her firm breasts, run my tongue over her belly, through her humid bush, push her legs apart, breathe in her moisture, take the smell of her sex deep inside me, kiss her wet cunt, open my mouth over her dark swollen hairy Pakistani cunt, to open my legs for her, to hold her mouth on me, to touch our damp dark pussies together?

I heard her voice.

“Do you want me to carry on?”

“Oh god, there’s more? I’m not sure I can stand it.”


She sounded offended, and hoarse. Her voice thick, heavy.

“No, sorry, I didn’t mean… you know… okay, I’ll be honest here, I meant I am… sort of… well, pretty… you know, well, a little bit turned on.”

“Oh Sali, really? Because of my story?”

“Of course because of your story.” A half-truth. “You have to carry on, you must.” I stretched out a little, on my side, up on my elbow, one leg drawn up over the other. I felt my breast shift, the lips of my pussy press together.

“Right, where’s my wine, I need a drink for this.”

She rolled again, and drank, on her front, her small smooth firm ass raised slightly, her dark cleft opening the smallest amount, I looked, oh fuck, I stared at the soft hairs raising out of the tender skin of her hidden flesh. She sat back. Her legs crossed again. The brown rippled skin of her pussy in view, inches from me, inches from my face, my mouth, my lips.

“So, a day, no, a few days later we were in bed again, we had made love again, soft, sweet, gentle, but I hadn’t had an orgasm. I was still in bed, Karl was cleaning his teeth, and came in, naked, god he looks so good naked, his firm pale body, his thick dark pubic hair, his soft little penis wobbling in front of him, his balls, his scrotum so tight, so full and tight. He got in, and, I started talking. He was cuddling me, in the way he did that night, spooning, he had his arms around me, I could feel his soft penis against my bum, his bush against my skin, his hands on my breasts again, not quite sexual, but, anyway, and I said, I think, “Have you thought about the other night?” He said:

“Yeah, a bit, now and again. You?”

“Yeah, lots. It was… it was amazing… I… I had an orgasm… you made me come Karl, for the first time, I had such a huge climax.” And I felt his penis grow, just by saying this, Karl started to get hard, just enough to notice, his cock pushed against me more forcefully.

“Karl, it was… it was the best… it was the best fuck ever.” He said nothing. He didn’t have to, his penis was getting stiff against my bare ass.

“Feeling you inside me, with me just laying here, you on top of me, forcing… forcing your cock in my anus, was that the first time you had anal sex? I mean you know it was for me, of course, but the way I couldn’t move, and you just forced your cock inside me, and… and fucked me, god, you fucked me so hard it was like, well, it was a bit like you were… it was almost like…”

“What? It’s okay. What?”

“… like you raped me.”

“Oh fuck Laila, shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t, I mean, I knew you couldn’t move, but, fuck that’s horrible”

“No, Karl, no, I’m not saying it like that at all, I don’t mean I felt like you were almost raping me, actually, but that it was like you were, do you know what I mean, like, we were playing, you were acting, a bit, you were… you were fucking me so hard, god, it felt so good, you were pretending to force me, on top so I couldn’t move, the way you thrust yourself inside my anus, like I had no choice, the pain, oh god, so much pain and pleasure at the same time, it felt, then when you bit me hard, and grabbed my hair, I thought, this is what made me come, when you finished, after you just fucked me until you came, fucked my tender little asshole so hard, like I didn’t matter, like you didn’t care about my arousal, my pleasure, and then just came inside me, fucked me until you filled me with your hot cum, oh gosh that felt so nice, so strange, feeling you come, feeling this warm thick liquid fill my ass, and I was pretending you were raping me. It was like we were acting out a rape fantasy, without planning to.”

His cock is just rigid again now, laying there. I tell him.

“When you finished, I imagined you had raped me. That was… that was when I had my orgasm. It was so fucking good.”

I reach behind myself, and hold his hard penis in my hand, I start to stroke it, hard, holding it hard, feeling his warmth, his wonderful stiffness.



“I want you to rape me.”

I could feel what Karl thought of this, of this conversation, his penis was completely hard, in my hand.

“You want to be raped?”

“By you, yeah”

“Hmm, would it be rape if you were agreeing to it?”

“Well of course not.” I rolled onto my side, then sat up, looking at him, pushing him onto his back, and looking at his naked body, I hadn’t stared at him like this before, at any guy, when we made love I realised I… I didn’t close my eyes, but I didn’t really let myself look. I looked, his long toned slim pale body, his thick tufts of pubic hair, his narrow waist, his long thick rigid penis. I stared, as I sat up, his cock looked so beautiful, so thick, long, so aroused, hard, I stared, thinking: this has been inside me, this man’s hard penis has been inside my wet vagina, this man’s erect penis has been inside my ass. I thought of something else, and reached into my bedside drawer, and took out a small bottle of moisturising oil, and sprayed some in my hand, both hands, rubbed it in, and, oh god, I felt so dirty, again, taking control like this, sitting up, over him, reaching, taking hold of his hard penis with my slippy oily hands, and starting to stroke him, as I spoke.

“I don’t want to be raped, that is just horrible, obviously, brutal and humiliating and vicious, obviously, you know this, but I do want you to rape me, I want you to force me to do whatever you want to do to me, I want you to take me against my will, right, when I don’t expect you, attack me, and just fuck me like a filthy little… like a filthy Paki slut, force me, rape me”

“Fuck, really?”

“Yes, Karl, god, I am so, I mean, just thinking about it” I had spread my legs, one hand holding his foreskin back, my other fingers stroking his smooth swollen sensitive tip. “My… my cunt is so wet, just thinking about it.”

He moaned, he reached for me, I batted his hand away. I don’t know where this was all coming from.

“What we should do, try, is, whenever you want, wherever, you should rape me, just, force me, force yourself on me, force your hard penis inside my vagina, inside my anus, inside my mouth, if you want, force me to suck your penis, and I’ll try to stop you, I will do this, I’ll really try to stop you, I’ll hit you and scratch and scream, you’ll have to really force me, use your strength, to force my legs apart, and hold me down, and tear my clothes off, my knickers, rip them off and force your penis inside me, penetrate me, rape me.”"

“And you were giving him a handjob as you said all of this?”

“I know, I felt so naughty, so turned on though. I was talking, and looking at him, and stroking his hard penis, controlling him, enjoying this feeling, I asked if he enjoyed fucking my arse.

“Yes, oh god yes.”

“Did you like looking at me there?”

“Looking at you?”

“Yes, did you think my anus was very hairy?”

“Oh Laila…”

“Tell me.”

“Yes, god, yes, I loved it, I love looking at you, tasting you, looking at your thick hairy cunt, your tiny tight hairy little asshole.”

“Did you like kissing me there?”

“Yes, oh god yes, I loved it, I loved tasting you, licking you, touching your soft tender anus with my mouth.”

“Do you want me to touch your anus? Would you like me to push my finger inside your asshole?”

” “

“Karl? Tell me, do you want me to finger your tight little bum?”

“Yes, oh god, please, yes.”


“Laila, god, you’ve turned into a beast, such a filthy little slut. I love it.”

“He was so hard, I mean, he’d never felt so hard, his cock was so hot, so stiff, I was so slow with him, running my fingers over his slick wet slippery cock head, and I did, I lowered my other hand between his legs, under his ass, he lifted his ass for me. He had only come about twenty minutes earlier, I knew he was close again though, already, I touched him, I really did, I reached between his buttocks, and felt his anus. He was less hairy than me, I didn’t care, he felt smooth, hairless even, tight, this soft smooth crinkled little opening, I stroked his cock, soft, slow, holding his tip, and touched his anus, and… I just… I felt him, his virgin asshole, it was so deliciously dirty, his skin so soft, this tight, tiny little opening, and I forced my finger inside him, like he had with me, with his penis, I fucked his ass with my finger, he felt hot there, his anus felt damp, sweaty, my finger slid inside in one deep sudden thrust, I felt his rectum, gosh, hot, warm, wet, so strange, so, sort of, lovely, I fingered his anus, holding his hard cock. He came almost at once, I barely touched him anymore, as soon as I penetrated his bum suddenly I was watching his cock pulse, thicken, and he was coming, over himself, over my hand, up to his belly, his chest, four thick white spurts of cum jetted from his penis.”

I raised my leg slightly, as if relaxing, absently changing my position, stretching a little more, laying flatter, on my back. Laila looked, and copied me, we lay next to each other, just on our sides, still just facing. Still, just, almost, but not, touching.

“Laila, do you mind if I… you have got me so… are you, as well, turned on a little?”

“Oh gosh yes, so much, just telling you. You too?”

“Oh fuck, I have to… I mean, I won’t, I shouldn’t…”


“I just… sorry, it would be weird, wouldn’t it? If I…”

“If you what…?”

I slowed down, really, my stomach was churning with excitement, nervousness: I can’t, she’ll be so freaked out, am I mis-reading this? I am sure I have. And yet, my body, my pleasure, my arousal commands me. We have slept in the same bed before, naked, we have embraced, hugged in our sleep. But have never, not even nearly, I can’t. I do.

“If I… just… god… touched… touched my pussy? Would you freak out? If I just a little, sort of, oh god I need to touch myself, I am so turned on, Laila you’ve made me so…”

My voice dropped to a whisper, I can’t decide whether I was going for conspiratorial or nervousness.

“… I am so wet. Oh god Laila, I am so fucking wet it’s not real.”

“Really? Oh, oh Sali, I am… I mean… I am too… both of us… my… my… I am so wet as well right now. Should we both? If I carry on talking? Is that so bad?”

I faced her, looking at her delicate pretty face, her large dark brown eyes, and down, just, once, to her breasts, so full, so inviting, her belly, her slim legs, to her feet, I stared at her feet, had I looked at them before? How petite they are, small, her toes so smooth and neat, up, I let my eyes travel back up her naked body, along her bare thighs, to the top, to her bare sex, to the exposed womanly beauty of her thick black nest of pubic hair. I looked back to her face, her eyes met mine. And I pushed my legs apart, just, just enough to lower my hand between them, opening my palm, extending a single slim finger, and placed it over my hot damp pussy. I slid my finger between my aching wet lips, touching my tender opening, letting a thrilling stream of moistness bubble out of me. I cannot remember feeling myself so wet, I cannot recall a time my sex felt so alive, so physically aroused.

I rubbed the soft warm deliciously moist flash of my vulva, gently, slowly, the sensation was almost immediately too much to bear, the plump folds of my labia slip and slide between my fingers, so sensitive, hot, so exquisitely damp, as if I have poured honey between my legs.

As I finally touched my aching tender pussy I heard myself gasp. I kept my eyes open, on my friend. I watched her look down at my hand, fuck, Laila looked at me masturbating in front of her, this was new, I had not done this before, not as a kid with my sister, not during a sleepover with an old school friend, I was naked on a bed with another girl, also gloriously naked, touching myself in front of her. Laila moved her hand over her body, slowly, hesitant, nervous.

But she didn’t stop. Her eyes were fixed to my hand, my long pleasuring fingers, the dark glistening mound of my exposed pussy. I saw her stroke her breast, touching her long stiff nipple, lingering over her belly, hovering over her pubic hair. I watched as she raised her knee, more than I did, pushing one leg away from the other. I looked, at last able to see clearly the dark thick surface of her sex. I could see the two fuzzy furry strips of black hair growing from her large labia, the curling fronds of her smaller lips. I could see my friend’s beautiful bare cunt. Oh god. I could see she was already wet, I could see the clear thick bubbling liquid of her excitement, her glistening aching wetness.

Laila slid her hand through her dense bush, I watched her touch herself, I watched my innocent best friend touching her naked genitals, her eyes half shut as her soft pussy reacted to her probing finger.

“Oh, oh god, I didn’t quite… oh Sali, I am so… oh…”

“I know, god, me too, oh god, oh… god… this is so… please, what did… what did you and Karl do?”

I forced my hand to merely rest on my sex, pressing, holding, my finger pushing so gently against my winking vagina, the heel of my hand exerting the vaguest sweetest pressure on my trembling clitoris. I was already on the precipice of an orgasm, the idea of coming with Laila was thrilling, that this might happen, that it would, that night, that she will stroke her pussy with me, next to me, both of us coming together. Despite the need for more, despite the need to touch her, hold her, despite the nearly overwhelming desire to roll closer to her and hold her naked body next to my own, to touch her lips with my own, to feel my smooth sweaty skin against hers, our breasts, our tight tender nipples touching, to pull her hand between my legs, to feel her fingers on my wet sex and to push my own fingers over hers.

Her voice changed tone, timbre, was lower, weighted down with sexual sensation.

“I think, this was only last week, god, we hadn’t planned to meet up, I hadn’t spoken to him that day, I was just getting home, I don’t know, about three o’clock or so, it must have been Tuesday, I knew you’d all be out, I was just putting the key in the door, and not thinking of anything, just, you know, a cup of tea, what to have for dinner, I was just about to close the door, and… and someone was suddenly behind me, he forced open the door and grabbed me, and I screamed, I mean completely, he kicked the door shut, he had a mask on, you know, one of those black ski mask type things, just eyes and mouth visible, I didn’t think of anything, but I reckon, if I am absolutely honest, I think I sort of suspected, it wasn’t on my mind at that exact moment, but I’d been thinking about it almost constantly, he lifted me, but, I kicked, kicked back I think, and swung, punches, and I just ran away, genuinely, god, it was… well… I suppose I was full of fight or flight, I wasn’t sure, I kind of sensed, but I wasn’t really thinking much, but running, I thought I’d get into my room, block myself in, I don’t know, but he came in through another door, so he cut me off and grabbed me, from behind, I was kicking, kicking back at him, and punching, I sort of twisted back, and hit him in the face, really quite hard, I was pretty violent, and he slapped me, right across my face, and caught hold of my hair, my scarf came off, came away, I was screaming, shouting, as loud as I could, he forced me around again and clamped his hand around my mouth, and grabbed my arm, he was so strong.

I was… I was so angry really, being angry, letting this out, thrashing about, trying to kick and punch and scream at him, I used language I never normally use, I was screaming at him to ‘fuck off, fuck off, fuck off cunt, fuck off you bastard’, all this, then he pulled my arm behind my back, and twisted it really hard, I thought he was going to break it, and pushed me onto the floor, he was suddenly on top of me, he was on top of me, pushing me down, I felt his body on mine, I felt, oh Sali, I felt his penis, I realised… I mean… his penis was erect, I suddenly thought what might be happening, I let myself think that this was a strange man, on top of me, and his penis was hard, suddenly, oh gosh, it was only a second, a few seconds, then he spoke, into my ear, “don’t fucking scream any more, or I will hurt you more”, and… oh god… I honestly didn’t think, in those seconds, the physical reaction, it wasn’t quite consuming fear, hadn’t been, but suddenly I felt sensations that were completely overpowering.

It was Karl’s voice, I recognised Karl’s voice, and in that single second I felt myself become just unbelievably… I nearly came, I mean it, I was so turned on, in that second, I swear to god, relief, fear, adrenalin all merged into such a huge wave of arousal, I felt my vagina become wetter than I had ever felt before, I was more turned on than I had ever been, I almost had an orgasm right there, right at that moment I knew for sure it was Karl.”

We were both laying, half on our backs, half facing each other, my legs were quite wide apart, once we broached that barrier, my knees spread, I had a hand on my nipple, the other still gently stroking my pussy. Laila was in a similar position, one leg pushed away from the other, her fingers stroking herself, slightly harder than I was doing, with more obvious, more blatant sexual pleasuring, her fingers extended, rubbing the shining wet surface of her vulva in small circular movements. I looked, as she spoke, despite the pause, I stared at her hand, at her soft slim hand, touching her warm wet sex. Oh god, I wanted to just do it, to push her hand away, push my head between her legs, open my mouth over her sweet damp cunt. I stop, I didn’t want to risk it, I couldn’t, she’d move away, she’d run, I imagined her running, naked, through damp fields, fields all wet with rain, I imagined my friend racing across meadows, slippery shiny wet, I thought of her moving to me, walking, standing in front of me, both of us naked, soaking, dripping wet, our breath mingling in the cool air, I stared at her soft stroking fingers and pictured her pulling us down onto damp grass, moving her head down between my legs, kissing my dark damp pussy.

I wanted to touch her so much, more than any other erotic moment. I resisted: she’d leave, I’d ruin what we had, what was so unutterably delicious. I shifted my leg, one still raised, I casually moved the other, wider, spreading my legs further apart, giving my hand more room to caress my genitals. My leg touched Laila’s. I moved it slightly, not away, over, along, god, oh god, it was such a gentle touch, and it sent my body into another tailspin of desire. She didn’t move away. I pushed, accidentally, she let me, and, and, I felt her push back, just, so softly, she slid her leg softly against mine. I wanted to move closer again, I wanted our hips to meet, our naked asses, I wanted to drop my leg over hers. I slid. I rubbed the edge of my thigh against hers.

“Oh Laila, don’t stop, god, what next? What happened?”

She was silent, I looked, her mouth was open, but no words were coming out. Her eyes wide, blinking with the slowness and heavy-lidded languor of someone deep in an erotic embrace.

When her voice returned it was low and thick. She was almost whispering. She was leaving her thigh against me, her legs wide apart, one hand still holding her breast, the other covering her sex, stroking, so slow, so soft, pushing, penetrating, teasing her tender little clitoris. I breathed deep, the air was redolent with our female scents, thick, soaked through with our heat, our moisture.

“He was still… still twisting my arm, my face was being pressed hard onto the floor, I felt his other hand on my dress, he was lifting it up over my waist, exposing me, my legs, my ass, I struggled, I really fought back, as best I could, I knew it was Karl, I pretended it wasn’t, it was so bad, so wrong, I didn’t care though, I was so aroused, because I knew it was Karl I could imagine it was a stranger, that a strange violent man was on top of me, that I could feel his erect penis pressing onto my back, so I thrashed and tried to force him off me, he bent my arm until I was in so much pain, then he grabbed my hair again, and said “don’t fucking struggle, and it won’t hurt as much, keep fighting and I’ll hurt you more”, I felt his other hand on my knickers, he took hold of the waist band and just ripped them off me, literally he tore my knickers apart, ripped them into pieces, they tore into my skin as they shredded, I felt my soft ass suddenly bare, suddenly exposed… god, I could feel him, his belt, his buttons, his stiff penis pressing into my bare skin…”

She paused again, I don’t think for effect, we were both close to losing control, our pleasure was rising sharply, suddenly, I slowed my hand, my fingers, and moved my leg, more firmly, against Laila’s, she let me, she moved hers against me. I slid my leg more deliberately over hers, with less reason to think this was not something accidental. Our shoulders touched, our arms, and, oh, I let my hand drop to the side of me, Laila moved hers from her breast, to her side, I felt it next to mine, I placed my hand on hers, god, we held hands, her fingers locked into my own, the mutual grip made me faint, this innocent childlike affection part of such adult behaviour, such obvious sexual pleasure, we were naked, masturbating together, rubbing our soft damp cunts, touching, now holding hands. I let the word linger: lesbian, I was a lesbian, I was gay, for Laila, would she be the first? The only? I was consumed, completely, utterly, ravenously, I was a horny wet lesbian for her soft smooth dark body. I held her hand tight, felt the warmth of her skin, the slight dampness of her rushing pleasure.

“He… oh Sali… oh god… he forced my legs apart, I was still fighting, with all my strength, trying to stop him, but I was just aching for him, I was just… just so wet, so aroused, he forced his legs between mine, he yanked my arm upwards, I felt his teeth bite my ear hard, he pushed his hand back between our bodies, he was reaching for his trousers, I heard him undo his trousers, he was so… it was Karl, I knew who it was, but he was so rough, so brutal, it was really like I had no choice, I know this is the fantasy, I’m such a… he unzipped himself, I felt him pulling his trousers open, pushing his underwear down, and I felt his erect penis, bare, against my skin, I felt it. I mean, Sali he was so hard, his… his cock felt huge, just completely utterly erect, and this thought, I knew he was completely aroused as well, his cock felt enormous, already completely stiff, straight, rigid, as hard as I could remember, he was so turned on, by our game, by… pretending I know… but he was totally erect, pretending to rape me, and his cock felt so big, he felt so fucking big, so hard, so hot and iron hard, I felt him against my exposed ass, his… he pushed my legs further apart, holding onto my arm, and his rigid penis, I felt him touching my vagina roughly, pushing the end of himself hard against my vagina, I was so wet, so aroused, he pushed, god, so rough, just, so, he just forced his cock inside me, we’d never, obviously, it was like nothing we’d done before, so hard, so rough, so forceful, I couldn’t stop him, I had no choice, I mean, he… he… pushed his penis deep inside my wet wet cunt in one quick hard brutal movement.”

“Oh, oh Laila…”

“I… nearly came, right then, I almost had an orgasm.”

We were both in deep tumbling descents into caverns of pleasure, I was losing myself, I know I was, I held her hand, stroked her leg with my own, and I did it, I raised my knee, my foot, I stroked her calf, her skin felt so cool, so smooth and firm, I pulled my foot higher then lowered it over hers. I entwined our legs together, and she let me, Laila let me, did more than this, she pushed her own leg further against, further under mine, moved herself against me, I shifted closer, losing sense of what I should and shouldn’t do, what might frighten my friend away from me. I realised I was almost writhing up and down her long hot body, and, I took her hand, still linked by our fingers, I took her hand, oh god, my sex was throbbing – can I should I will I cannot stop myself – I felt my sex ache and seep with moisture, I could feel it almost pouring from my slippery tight vagina – I can, I cannot – I took Laila’s hand onto my naked body, onto my warm damp belly, I opened her fingers onto me, I needed her touch, I needed her to touch me, my body was in charge, I opened her hand and placed it over my breast.

This story follows on to my first ever, which was ‘Loosening up Deborah’.

Arriving home from her few days in Manchester, Debby wasn’t as angry as Tom had imagined, in fact she was quite the opposite.

“Hi darling I’m home,” Debby said as she walked through the front door.

Going with her happy mood, Tom replied, “Hi sweetheart; How was Manchester?”

Dropping her bags in the hallway, she walked straight over to Tom and kissed him passionately, then replying with a cheeky smile “I think you know the answer to that one.”

Beckoning Tom to follow her she went upstairs and into the bedroom. Closing the door behind him, Debby slowly started to take of her coat; she dropped it to the floor revealing nothing but her lace top hold-ups, and the brand new underwear she had bought the day before leaving Manchester. “Do you like my new basque and panties Tom?”

Taken totally by surprise at Debby’s behaviour, Tom replied “Fucking hell YES!”

“Well if you’re a good boy, I will let you play with what’s inside them.” Debby said in a playful seductive way. Adding, “now strip down to just your shorts and sit your cute arse on the bed and we will discuss Manchester. Then maybe we can sort that stiffening cock of yours out.”

Doing as Debby asked, Tom sat on the bed, his cock getting stiffer by the minute. It wasn’t like Debby to be so forceful in the bedroom; she usually hasn’t got time for Tom, loving her new-found confidence, he found himself unable to resist rubbing his cock.

Standing about a metre away from Tom, her sweet smelling perfume, so soft and fragrant; with the hint of orchids yet sweet and fruity, she looked fabulous and sexy in her new black and red lace basque with matching Brazilian skimpy panties, with bows that untie at the sides and lace top hold-ups. Her hair and make-up were different, they were more vampish almost gothic.

“Debby, did you drive home like that?”

She looked at him, smiling impishly she replied. “Yes, why do you have a problem with that?”

Feeling his cock about to spill the goods, but then not really daring too, he answered, “No sweetheart not at all.”

Cupping Tom’s chin in her left hand, Debby asked, “Tom, who’s idea was it to have my sister do all those wonderful things to me in Manchester?”

Looking straight up at her smiling face, Tom replied, “well I asked Lexi if she could loosen you up a bit, just enough so that you would at least go to one S&M club meeting.”

“Well Tom, whilst I was in Manchester, I met an old friend from my University years, she tasted just how I remembered her.”

“What do you mean tasted?” Tom asked.

“Oh her sweet pussy tasted just as I remembered, to be honest it was heavenly!” Debby said with a lustful air.

“Fucking hell Debs, you mean you ate her cunt?”

“Yes darling, you disturbed my yearning for pussy; oh don’t worry, I still like cock as well, let me just say our sex life will be different from now on.”

Tom could feel himself unable to control his desire to shoot his load, he wanted Debs to be loosened up, but can he cope with her being bisexual, but the thought of her with another woman was too much. His rock hard cock could hold off no longer, his spunk erupting from it like a fountain, all over Debby’s body, reaching her face, dribbling down onto her lips. To his surprise, all that she did was smile, licking her lips and with her hand she scooped up the seed from her body and planted it onto Tom’s mouth, telling him forcefully, “EAT YOUR SEED BITCH!” Not really wanting too, but not daring to disobey her order, he duly swallowed his spunk, retching as he did.

“How was that darling?” she asked sarcastically. “Did lil Tom not like the taste of spunk, well never mind you had better fucking get used to it.” She added almost laughing.

Tom had never known her like this before, dominant, forceful; she could be a bossy bitch, but this was more than that, he found it sexy on a high level. Bringing him round from his captivated stare she ordered him to get out of his shorts and go and fetch the small, black suitcase out of the car. Standing up from the bed and stepping out of his shorts, on the way from the bedroom he went to grab his bath robe.

“Leave that there, go as you are.” Debby said sharply.

“Deb’s I’m completely naked!” Tom exclaimed.

“Oh well you had better be quick then, hadn’t you,” she laughed.

Fetching the suitcase from the car, Tom wondered why Debby only wanted that particular one; she had another two suitcases, so why that one. Opening the bedroom door, “Leave the suitcase over there, and go and wait outside the door, I will tell you when to come in.” Debby said, pointing to where she wanted the suitcase leaving. Tom did as he was asked and waited outside the door. After he had left the room, she unpacked the things she needed, but kept some back for later, ‘now let’s see if he likes my new toys’ she thought. She laid them out, where they would be easy to reach, lit the candles that stood on the bedside cabinets, when all this was done she asked Tom to come in.

“Oh I see that the new underwear wasn’t the only thing you bought in Manchester then,” he said, smiling wryly.

“These are just a few of the toys Tom; the others are still packed away.” Debs replied, smiling back. Adding, “I’m going to get us a couple of drinks, well I may as well bring the bottle thinking about it, we may be here a while!”

Whilst she was gone Tom looked in awe at the toys Debs had bought there were butt plugs, nipple clamps, a cat-o-nine-tails type whip, a huge strap on dildo and a big tube of lube, fucking hell he thought surely she wasn’t going to let him use them on her. Just then Debs came back into the room…

“I see you’re getting acquainted with my new toys?”

“Yeah, that’s quite some kit, you’ve got love.” Tom answered smiling, adding “Shall we have a drink and get started?”

“I didn’t think you would be so keen, but yes ok,” Debs said sitting on the bed, offering Tom his drink.

The two of them sat on the bed, they hadn’t done this for a while Tom thought; she has changed so much in just a few days, why hadn’t he known about this secret past. Gazing into Debby’s eyes, he felt his cock getting hard again, thinking of her licking another woman’s cunt, ‘fuck I wish I had been there’. The desire to kiss Debs was too much; he leant in to her, lips puckered.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” she said.

“I just wanted a kiss!” he exclaimed.

“Well kisses have to be earned,” she said, adding “so which toy would you like to play with first?”

Feeling slightly confused, but wanting to keep her happy he pointed to the butt plug.

“Good choice, but let’s have another drink first, I think you may need it.” she said smiling.

Refilling the glasses with the bourbon, Debby was thinking that she should have done this years ago, meeting up with Madeline (Maddy or Mads for short) was invigorating, such a breath of fresh air. Maddy had changed so much though, gone was the academic geek, with her hair cut in a bob style, with a skinny little ass; now she was stunning with her voluptuous tits, her soft olive skin and her raven hair that cascaded down her back with every curl.

“Shall we start playing then Debs?” Tom said picking up the butt plug.

“You are keen Tom, but have you never heard of foreplay.” She said adding, “lay on the bed and I’ll introduce you to some new friends,” she laughed.

Intrigued has to who her new friends were he lay on the bed.

“Now close your eyes, and don’t open them until I say.”

Tom duly lay on the bed eyes shut tight; he heard her opening the suitcase and getting out something that rattled. His cock was getting stiffer, the intrigue driving him wild. “Oh come on Debs, my cock’s ready to erupt!” He said trying his best to keep his eyes shut.

“I won’t be a minute, nearly done.” She sniggered.

Just then Tom’s message alert on his phone went off. “It’s okay darling, I’ll see who it is for you.”

“It’s probably just Alan; he said he would text me.” Tom replied.

“No it’s Lexi,” Debby said. She opened the text message which read-

Hi Tom, has the bitch got back from Manchester yet? Let me know when you can. Wouldn’t like to be in your shoes when she does LOL xx L xx

“Would you like to know what it says darling?” Debby asked, trying not to let her anger be heard in her voice.

“No it’s fine, I’ll read it later sweetheart.” Tom said adding, “Please can we play now?”

“Okay then I think I’m ready for you.” she replied.

Still lying on the bed with his eyes shut, Tom was more than ready to begin, he started to stroke his rock hard love weapon, when he heard Debby demand, “Stop that at once bitch!” He then felt the whip thrash onto his balls, stinging like fuck.

“What the fuck are you doing Debs?”

“Teaching you a lesson, you might never forget darling.” She seethed.

Before he could come completely to his senses, she handcuffed him to the bed posts; thinking never before has the four poster bed come in so useful; he was doing his best to struggle free, his legs writhing all over the bed.

“Keep still fuckwit, you are only going to make it worse for yourself,” Debby scoffed.

She was now dressed in her black and red lace basque with matching panties, black lace top hold-ups, long red PVC gloves and red PVC thigh high boots; these along with her new make-up and hairstyle were a very powerful image.

“Debs, what the fuck are you wearing all that for?” he asked.

“I told you, to teach you a lesson, fucking listen!” She barked, whipping him sharply on his torso.

“Now Tom, let’s play those games you wanted too, shall we,” she said.

She placed the whip on the bedside cabinet. Tom gasped a sigh of relief; that was until she opened the tub of lube and dipped the butt plug into it making sure it would be covered in the gelatinous slime, then picking up the whip she swished it round in circular motions only centimetres from Tom’s body. He winced and cringed on more than one occasion, this made Debby laugh out loud.

“When I tell you too, you will lift your legs or there will consequences!” She ordered, adding, “Do you understand fuckwit?”

“Yes Debs, but why are you being like this, I thought the toys were for you!” he said.

“Well Tom, now you know they aren’t. Be a good boy now and lift your legs.” She said sarcastically.

Tom hesitantly lifted his legs, his eyes wide with anticipation, fear, but oddly enough he was still really horny, his love stick rock hard ready to be milked. Debby retrieved the butt plug from the tub of lube, making sure it was well covered, opening his ass cheeks with her free hand, she pushed the plug in; he groaned with lustful desire, his eyes wide shut. His cock twitching, readying to come; Debby took her chance and fixed on the nipple clamps, Tom screamed with a wanton tone, smiling as he did. Debby began to undo the red lace bows on the side of her panties, Tom watched with wanton desire, daring to hope that she would mount his rampant cock and ride it like a stallion; she took off her boots and stood over him on the bed, then squatted down over his face.

“Face fuck me bitch and don’t stop until I tell you,” Debby ordered.

Knowing that Tom loved licking her cunt, she knew he would do a good job. Tom’s hard love stick was once more twitching, ready to spill his seed; Debby thrashed him once more right on his bollocks, sniping, “You are not to cum until I tell you!” Adding, “Do you understand fuckwit?”

“Yes Debs, I understand. Please don’t do it again?” he said in a muffled voice, unable to speak clearly as Debby was sat on his face.

Nearing to orgasm Debby could feel her body beginning to tense, her cunt was dripping wet, bead after bead of her love juice dripping into Tom’s mouth; she could hold on no longer her body tensing, her senses reeling, her rock hard clit throbbing with rhythmic pulses. She began to groan with wanton desire; “Lick it bitch, don’t stop… ahhhh awww , don’t stop, lick it … yeeesss yeesss!!” her whole body tingling, her love juices now running into Tom’s mouth. He began to splutter, not able to breathe and swallow at the same time.

“Drink it bitch, don’t you dare spill a drop!” she demanded.

She wasn’t finished yet, she had learned off Maddy how to make herself squirt; so she eased herself up and began to work two fingers in and out of her lovebox very quickly, and using the mental thought of eating Maddy’s cunt, within seconds she was squirting a torrent of love juice into Tom’s mouth. He coughed and spluttered, the gorgeous honey juice escaping his lips, she couldn’t allow this to happen, so she put one hand under his chin and pinched his nose tight with the other, thus making him have no choice other than to swallow it.

“You fucking bitch!” he yelled, adding “I suppose your new friend showed you how to do that?”

Thrashing him hard with the whip several times for his insolence, she sniped “Oh yes that and much more, you whiny little shit!”

She dismounted the bed, looked Tom straight in the face and smiled sarcastically. Picking up the strap-on, she stepped into the harness pulling it nice and tight so that the clit stimulator was just right. Tom’s face had a look of horror on it, she now knew that the penny had dropped, and he knew exactly where the strap-on was going!!

“You’re not going to….” Tom stammered.

“Oh yes I am bitch, I’m going to fuck you like a whore!” she laughed.

Tom’s cock was still rock hard, he was horny as fuck; yes the whip stung, and he had a feeling that the strap-on would hurt like hell, but still he wanted it; he found Debby’s swearing a real turn on, she doesn’t usually swear, well maybe the odd word. She was right their sex life was going to be different, in a fucking fantastic way!!

Debby yanked out the butt plug, but before thrusting the plastic cock up Tom’s arse hole, she had one more thing he had to do before his penultimate act of degradation; she walked to the top of the bed where he lay, stroke the plastic tool as she went;

“Oi bitch, suck this cock and do it well, take it deep in your throat and be sure you make the tip nice and wet!” she told him.

Without a word from him he duly took the rigid member in his mouth and began to suck it, taking it deep into his mouth making him gag, licking and spitting on the tip until it was dripping; Debby began to fuck his face, the clit stimulator rubbing on her swollen love jewel making her groan with desire to cum…

“Nice work slut, now let’s see how you like it up that tight arse of yours shall we!” she said taunting him.

Debby began to thrust the strap-on up Tom’s arse groaning through her own sexual excitement, thrust upon thrust, getting harder by the second; Tom’s rigid cock began to twitch, Debby started to swish the whip and once again remind him, “You will not cum until I tell you too.”

“No I won’t,” he said with a lustful groan.

She began to pant heavily and he started to groan in ecstasy, her sweet juices running down her legs like a stream, she could hold on no longer, her body tensing, her senses once again reeling from the rubbing on her love button.

“I can’t hold it any longer!” he shouted in ecstasy.

Debby pulled the plastic cock from his arse hole, stepped out of the harness and mounted his rock hard member, her cunt gushing with sweet honey juice; she rode it like a stallion, stroke after stroke of her lovely pussy lips grasping his cock, she could hold it no longer she had to cum, her body tingling, craving for his seed inside her, through her groans of frenzied excitement, she yanked off the nipple clamps and barked to Tom, “Cum bitch, cum, give me your spunk!” She pumped hard up and down on his stiff cock and within seconds, he was exploding his red hot liquid up her dripping wet cunt, groaning in ecstasy, his body almost rigid.

“Fucking hell Debby that was fantastic,” he said with beaming smile on his face.

“I haven’t finished with you yet bitch!” she replied.

Squatting over his face once more, she demanded that he, “Eat my cunt bitch and make sure you get your tongue deep inside, lap up all of our juices and swallow them!” adding, “If you do that, I will release you from your cuffs.”

As she squatted over his face, his tongue was ready to lap at her sopping wet pussy, their juices dibbling out all over Tom’s lips and down into his throat; he duly swallowed them and this time there was no resistance.

“Good boy,” she taunted. Releasing him from the cuffs, she asked “How was it for you?”

“That was a fucking; mind-blowing experience!” Tom exclaimed. Adding “When the fuck can we do it again?” Grabbing hold of Debby and kissing her lustfully before she could answer.

“That would be telling,” she said smiling. “Spontaneity is much more fun,” Debby added.

Debby went to shower, which left Tom thinking what the hell had just happened; he didn’t think about it for too long, because the only thing he really thought was, holy fuck it felt good and couldn’t wait for it to happen again!!

Later on in the evening Debby asked Tom, “Did you read your text from Lexi?”

“No I haven’t yet, I’ve mislaid my phone, it probably wasn’t important,” he replied.

Knowing that she had kept the phone so that he couldn’t text either Lexi or Alan, she continued; “I wonder if they have anything planned for the weekend?”

“I think Al’ told me they were free this weekend; why do you ask?”

“I was going to invite them over for a meal; we haven’t done that in ages and I thought we might watch that DVD you made the other night!” she said giving him a cheeky wink.

“Okay, yeah why not, we are all adults, go for it, do it now,” Tom said enthusiastically.

Debby picked up her mobile and called Lexi-

“Hi Alan, it’s Debs, can I speak to Lexi please?”

“Yeah sure hold on a second,” he replied

“Hi Lexi, how are you? Tom and I were wondering if you and Alan would like to come to ours on Saturday for a meal and to watch a movie.” Debby said excitedly.

“Erm yeah that would be great, what time should we arrive and shall we bring a bottle of wine.” Lexi replied somewhat dumbfounded.

“Oh about half six would be great and make it bourbon.” She laughed.

“Okay then see you on Saturday, bye Debs.”

“Bye Lex, see you on Saturday.”

Ending the call and then turning off her mobile phone, Debby turned to Tom and said, “They would love to come round for dinner and will arrive about six thirty, they are bringing a bottle of bourbon so we should all have a fun night.”

“Great, so that’s dinner for Saturday sorted. What are we doing for dinner tonight?” Tom asked.

“Well how about a takeaway and an early night?” Debs whispered before kissing him passionately.

“We could just skip the takeaway and eat each other,” he replied with a cheeky grin.

“Come on then let’s go and finish that bourbon and make love all night,” she said wantonly; “I’m taking the rest of the week off anyway.”

“Bloody hell Debs, you are full of surprises tonight!” Tom exclaimed before he lifted her off the sofa and carried her to the bedroom.

Saturday quickly came round, Debby and Tom had spent most of the week in bed making love with a bit of bondage thrown in, it was great fun so refreshing, after their once a month efforts they used to have.

“I have to go shopping for some supplies for tonight sweetheart, I shouldn’t be too long,” Debby told Tom.

“Okay darling, can you get me some ingredients if I tell you what they are please?”

“Yes okay, but be quick, I don’t want to be too long and times getting on.” She replied.

“Can you get me some white rum, tequila and melon liqueur please?”

“Will do, I must get going now or I will be late, see you later.”

“Bye sweetheart, be careful.” Tom shouted as she got in her car. She was in a hurry to be somewhere he thought.

Debby had arranged to meet Maddy at a nearby hotel at 3.30 and it was already 2.30; Maddy had promised to give her something that she would need for the evening. Luckily she didn’t have to get to many groceries and Tom’s ingredients should be easy to find. She managed to find a parking space quite easily and the shops were near to the hotel where she was meeting her friend.