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[Note: This Science Fiction story is an intense character study with occasional sex scenes.]

The Academy

It was a hot, sunny day in late July when Michael Tiberius Taylor arrived at the Academy in Pensacola, Florida. Pensacola had been the original base of operations for the American Survey Service before it had expanded operations at Kiawah Island in South Carolina and merged with the Australian Survey Service based at Auburn Field, in Perth, Australia. The United States territorial government had turned over an abandoned naval air base for the Survey Service to use in Pensacola. Originally the base was to have been located on a stretch of empty coastline twenty miles south of San Francisco, but environmentalists protested that the life style of a rare breed of omnisexual dung beetle would be disrupted if the base was built there, and so the Survey Service chose Pensacola, finding it a more accommodating locale.

Taylor checked in and was assigned a dormitory room. He was also assigned his cadet uniform, which was as white as an egg. This contrasted with the black, blue, and silver uniforms of Survey Service officers. He would spend three years earning his colors, as would the other cadets. At least, the ones who made it.

But still, Taylor felt some satisfaction as he looked at himself in his new uniform in the mirror. He had come this far. He had beaten all the odds. He would make it.

The Survey Service was notorious for getting large numbers of cadets to quit the Academy of their own accord. Technically, any cadet could be dropped from the Academy for any reason, but the Survey Service much preferred for cadets to quit on their own. The precise term was known as “RFD”, or “Request for Dismissal”. Approximately 70% of cadets RFD’d in the first year. Taylor resolved not to be one of those.

There was a get-to-know-you session for the new cadets in the mess hall. Taylor met some of his fellow cadets there. They all had very diverse backgrounds.

There was Joanna Martin, an Aussie, the niece of the largest film producer in the world, Elias Martin. She had a charming accent, and a lot of spirit. “It’s good to have at least a few of us hear to teach yew yanks how to do things propar,” she said.

“You’re going to teach us?” said another cadet named John Cambell, a big blonde man who looked like a supermodel.

“Of coarse! Remembar that it was Australia which started the Survey Service in the furst place,” said Joanna.

“But the American Survey Service was much bigger,” said Cambell

“Size doesn’t mattar mistar, if you get there furst,” said Joanna, grinning.

The other cadets were also interesting. Taylor met a tall dark haired man named Bill Kenilworth. Both of Bill’s parents were Survey Service officers, so naturally they expected him to be as well. But Bill just wanted to become a painter.

“A painter? Then what are you doing here?” Taylor asked.

“Just waiting to flunk out,” said Bill cheerfully.

It never occurred to Taylor that someone would come to the Academy with the ambition to fail.

Another cadet was Ernie Maslarov, a self declared “genius”, who was also in the program for unusual reasons. He had no particular interest in becoming a Survey Service officer; he just wanted to write a book about the experience.

Taylor got something to eat. Joanna Martin, the Aussie girl, sat down next to him. She had brown hair and a nice smile. “Have you met the othars yet?”

“No,” said Taylor.

“Let me point out some of the moar… colorful ones to yew,” said Joanna. “Over there is Mohammida Najjar. She’s a follower of Laquinta, the God ‘o Blood.”

Taylor looked confused. “A follower of the God of Blood is joining the Survey Service?”

“I know, boggles the mind, don’t it?” she grinned at him as she took a bite out of a pear. “Mohammida says she’s a follower of reform Laqunitaism.”

“Reform Laquintaism? I’ve never heard of that.”

“Neither had I,” said Joanna. “You know all that stuff in the Book ‘o Blood ’bout beating your wimmen, and making them cover up in black sheets and stay at home cooking oll day and oll that?”

“Yes,” said Taylor.

“Well, Mohammida says the Book O Blood had a few tiny transcription errors in it, and doesn’t really mean that. She thinks the Book O Blood wants wimmen to be equal to men.”

Taylor shuddered. “If she said those things on Ramada-“

“She’s be skinned alive. Which is why she’s hear.”

Taylor looked at the unassuming brown skinned woman. A female follower of Laquinta, being out on her own like this? It was totally unheard of.

Joanna, her mouth full of food, kept talking. “And over there are the Ming’s. One’s Ming Wa Ching, and the othar’s Ming Wa Chang. Can you tell them apart?”

Taylor looked over at the next table. There were two tall Chinese men sitting there, talking avidly to each other rapidfire in Chinese. “No.”

“Don’t feel bad, you aren’t a racist. trabzon escort They’re identical twins.”

“Twins, not just twins, but identical twins, both let into the Academy?” Mike tried to wrap his head around the concept.

“Yeah. Well, makes a bit of sense, don’t it? If one’s qualified, the other’s got to be too, right?” Joanna continued. “And over there is Natasha the spy.”

Taylor saw a dark haired woman avidly talking to several other cadets. “A spy?”

“Natasha is from Russia. The word is she’s a spy for the Russian Federation. The Russians have their own space program, remembar? The word is she’s the eyes and ears of the Kremlin.”

Taylor looked over at the dark haired beauty. True, it was unusual to hear of Russians applying for the Survey Service… but that didn’t necessarily mean she was a spy.

“We have some tyme now. I was thinking of going to see the Ganymede. Would you lyke to check it out?” Joanna asked.

“Sure,” said Taylor. “Let me just bus my tray.” He took his tray to the return area. As he dropped it off, he almost bumped into-

“Allyson,” said Taylor, feeling his pulse race.

“Michael,” she said, putting a hand on his. “So nice to see you. You’re looking… fit… in that white uniform.”

“So are you,” said Taylor. Truthfully, Allyson Harshbarger filled out her uniform quite well.

“So, we made it. We’re here,” said Allyson cheerfully.

“Yeah,” said Taylor quietly.

“Listen. Mike.” She squeezed his hand. “I realize we have some history together. But the past is the past. If I can put it aside, can’t you?”

“This was the woman who put a holovid of you having sex on the school message board. This is the woman who most probably leaked your diary to everyone. At every chance she’s gotten, she’s tried to destroy you,” said Anger. Behind him, Want Revenge nodded grimly.

“But we’re at the Academy now. Things are different,” said Restraint.

“He’s right,” said Ambition. “If we want to do well at the Academy, we can’t hold on to grudges.”

“Can’t we just murder her when no one is looking, and dump the body somewhere?” Want Revenge asked.

“No,” said Ambition firmly.

“How about a little flesh wound, maybe by accident, out at the shooting range? Who could object to that?” Want Revenge asked.

“No,” said Ambition firmly. “I’m telling you, if we go after Allyson, we’ll just be destroying ourselves. We don’t have to be her friend. We just have to avoid hostilities.”

“Sure, Allyson,” said Mike calmly, pulling his hand away. He found himself breathing heavily as he returned to Joanna.

“Ready?” Joanna asked with a smile. “Let’s goah!”

********

On the landing field there was a Survey Service destroyer, a cruiser, a battle cruiser, and a merchant ship. But the only one they had access to didn’t fly; it was the very first Survey Service ship, the first ship to use the Varonkov FTL drive. The Ganymede had jumped for Alpha Centauri and, miraculously, had come back in one piece.

“Amazing,” said Joanna, as they toured the antiquated bridge. “To think they flew in this thing. Look at all the push buttons. I’ve read that their computers were as big as my hand!”

“Did you see the cracks on the outside of the ship?” Taylor asked. “I heard that they developed on reentry. It’s amazing they got back at all.”

“It was inevitable,” said a new voice.

Taylor turned to see a dark haired woman in a cadet’s uniform. “Inevitable?” he said.

“The romanticized urge to travel inside of metallic canisters has long captured the human imagination.”

“What?” said Taylor.

“Mike, meet Sophie Astor. Sophie, this is Mike Taylor. Sophie is a Passive Observer,” said Joanna, giving Taylor a knowing look.

“Passive Observer?”

“You are very skilled at repeating words, Cadet Taylor,” said Sophie, walking forward until she was face to face with Taylor. Sophie could have been beautiful, if she ever smiled. She had long dark hair. Her breasts were small but stuck out somehow on her small frame. But she had a very serious look on her face which drained all the beauty from her.

“What is a Passive Observer?” Mike asked.

Joanna cleared her throat. “A Passive Observer is-“

“You could answer the question, Joanna, or a person who is an actual Passive Observer could,” said Sophie Astor. “Who do you think would give Cadet Taylor a more comprehensive answer?”

“By all means,” said Joanna, sucking in her lips.

Sophie looked Mike squarely in the eye, and for some reason he found himself getting excited. “A Passive Observer is someone who observes every aspect of reality. Sight. Touch. Taste. Smell. Hearing. A Passive Observer analyzes all stimuli objectively. Dispassionately.”

She looked at Taylor for a long moment, as if searching him with her eyes, as if expecting a response, as if she were testing him.

“It… it sounds like fun,” said Taylor, not sure what else to say.

Sophie raised an tunceli escort eyebrow, snorted, and turned on her heel and walked off the bridge.

“What an odd person,” said Taylor.

“She lykes yew,” Joanna said.

“How can you possibly conclude that?” Taylor asked.

“When she stood five inches from yew, and looked at yew really close… I could tell.”

They left the Ganymede and wandered over to the Astor memorial, where they found Sophie Astor and another cadet, a young woman Taylor hadn’t met yet.

They stood beneath a holographic statue of Roland Astor, one of the greatest Captains in Survey Service history. Mike read the description on the holographic plaque.

“Captain Roland Astor, hero of the Second and Third Ramadhan wars. In the battle of the Trinary Stars, fourteen Survey Service Ships fought off twenty three Ramadhan warships. There were intense causalities on both sides. After Admiral Bennett was killed, Captain Astor took command of the fleet and destroyed the bulk of the Ramadhan fleet. At one point, Captain Astor’s ship was boarded, and he and his crew engaged in intense hand to hand combat with Ramadhan Jihadis. Captain Astor then went on to Ramada, and rescued our embassy staff who were being held hostage, and negotiated the Peace Treaty of Nantes, which ended the Third Ramadhan War. Two years after the war ended, he was assassinated while on a goodwill tour of Ramada by a suicide bomber whose last words were “There is no God but Laquinta”.

“What a way to die,” said Joanna. “He won the war, and then died in the peace.”

“He was a colonialist,” said Allyson Harshbarger, who had appeared while Taylor was reading the plaque. “Astor was no hero. He paved the way for generations of mistrust with the peace loving people of Ramada.”

“Peace loving? That will be news to them, I’m shore,” said Joanna Martin.

Allyson smirked and walked off.

Taylor turned to Sophie. “Sophie, you said your last name is Astor, isn’t it?”

“Your memory is impeccable, Cadet Taylor. Each time we interact, you impress me more and more,” said Sophie.

“Are you related to Captain Roland Astor?” Taylor asked.

Sophie turned and looked at the holographic statue, and then back to him. “Captain Astor was my father,” she said quietly.

Taylor’s jaw dropped. Then his eyes narrowed. “Wait a minute. He died nearly forty years ago. That would make-“

“My statement a lie, correct,” said Sophie.

“Why?” Taylor asked.

“I wished to see what you would believe,” she said. She turned on her heel and walked away.

“I told yew she lyked you,” said Joanna, grinning.

“Actually, he didn’t die forty years ago,” said another cadet. “More like thirty four.”

“Thirty four,” said Taylor, turning to face this new speaker. She was a slender woman, Chinese, perhaps. No not quite Chinese. Part Chinese and part White maybe. She had the best features of both races–long, silky black hair, big, expressive eyes, a narrow nose, beautiful red lips, high cheekbones, and modest breasts that nevertheless ended up looking large and pointed on her small frame. “And how do you know that?” he asked.

“I try to know things,” She said. “For example, I know your name is Michael Taylor.”

“How do you know that?” Taylor asked.

“I heard some of the others talking about you. You’re the Moon Hero, aren’t you?”

“The Moon Hero? From the news, a few months ago?” said Joanna. Her face looked puzzled, then cleared. “Is that yew, Mike?”

“I, uh….”

“It is you,” said Joanna. “Cherry, yew know everything, don’t yew?”

“Cherry?” said Mike, confused.

“Cherry Oteri,” said the half Chinese woman, smiling as she extended her hand. Mike shook it.

“Mike is very handsome,” said Cherry’s Attraction.

“Mike thinks you’re very pretty too,” said Taylor’s Attraction. They were both conversing on the mutual Attraction plane.

“Is Mike single?” Cherry’s Attraction asked.

“Yes, but….”

“But what?” Cherry’s Attraction asked.

“He’s had a difficult time with women. Don’t expect a lot of bold action from him in the romance department.”

“A shy guy?”

“Do you like shy guys?” Taylor’s Attraction asked.

“Maybe….”

Suddenly, another crossbrain connection blossomed, this time on a different plane.

“Mike’s worked really hard to get into the Academy,” said Mike’s Ambition. “His parents were against it, and he really struggled in school.”

“Really? Same here!” said Cherry’s Ambition. “My parents are both civil servants for the World Government. They thought I was crazy for applying for the Academy. I fought them for years. At school, I was sort of the outcast. Everyone always called me ‘Math Head’ And ‘Survey Service Slut’. “

“In Mike’s school they called him ‘Captain Taylor’ and ‘Space Cadet’,” said Mike’s Ambition.

“It sounds like we went through a lot of the same thing,” said Cherry’s Ambition. She put a finger in her mouth. “And uşak escort he’s really cute. At least, that’s what my Lust is telling me.”

“Have we met, somewhere before?” Cherry asked, as Taylor released her dainty hand.

“Met? I… I don’t think so. Why?”

“You just feel… I don’t know… a little… familiar to me,” said Cherry. “Or maybe it’s just… that we have things in common.”

Taylor had no idea what she was saying, but her smile was infectious. Taylor found himself smiling back and hoping it was true. “Maybe.”

“Well, it was nice meeting you… Captain Taylor,” she said. And then she turned and waggled her hips as she walked away.

Joanna turned to Taylor. “Boy, Mike, you’re really attracting oll the flies today, aren’t yew? What kind of sugar have yew got in yer pocket thare?”

********

Taylor was popular. As word spread that he was the Moon hero, he saw cadets looking at him with new respect. He started to make friends: Joanna, Cherry Oteri, a beautiful redhead named Andrea Farber, and even the alleged Russian spy, Natasha Romanov.

And then Allyson Harshbarger spread the poison around.

Taylor saw her at lunch one day, sitting with Cherry Oteri, Joanna, and a few other cadets. Allyson had an evil smile on her face. She saw Allyson smirking and giggling with the other girls, and he felt their eyes on him. What was she saying to them?

********

“You went to High School with the Moon hero, didn’t you?” Andrea Farber, the redheaded beauty, asked her.

Allyson smiled and nodded.

“Do tell!” said Andrea. “He’s cute! Is he single?”

“He is,” said Allyson. “But that’s part of the problem.”

“Don’t do this!” Doing What’s Right implored.

Allyson’s Doing What’s Right was always a thin, reedy voice in her head.

“He’s competition. We have to get rid of the competition,” said Ego. “Seventy Percent of students are dropped from the program. The less competition we have, the better.”

“But we’ve already been so mean to him,” said Doing What’s Right. “And there are so many others we are also in competition with. Why Mike?”

“Because we can,” said Ego. “He’s too much of a threat. He’s too competent, too capable. When you measure the both of us together, side by side, I look bad. He has to go.”

“No-“

“Shut up.”

“Mike has a problem?” Andrea asked quizzically.

Allyson looked around at the other faces. They were all hanging on her every word. She could say whatever she wanted. At that moment, she felt like she had enormous power over reality.

“Mike… is a sweet boy, but kind of confused,” said Allyson. “He doesn’t have much confidence with girls. He was so desperate for a girlfriend that he went up to a hundred girls, one after another, and told each one that they were beautiful until he found someone who would go out with him.”

“Oh,” said Andrea. They all turned to look at Mike while Allyson talked. But their gaze, which had been adoring, was now something else. Something filled with pity.

“Mike dated anyone he could find. For a while he was so desperate that he dated a lesbian who wasn’t even attracted to him,” said Allyson.

“Really?” said Joanna Martin, looking startled. “You’re joking, right?”

“No,” said Allyson, shaking her head. “And then… and then….” She clearly had trouble speaking. “I really shouldn’t say this.”

“Then don’t,” said Cherry Oteri, glaring at her.

“I suppose I shouldn’t,” said Allyson, desperate for someone to prompt her to continue. She wanted to appear as reluctant as possible to reveal the biggest bombshell of all.

“What is it?” another cadet named Paula Kenobi asked.

“Well, since you forced it out of me…. When Mike was finally… intimate with a woman, he was so obsessed with the experience that he… recorded it. And then he posted it online.”

“No,” said Joanna. “He couldn’t. He wouldn’t.”

“He did,” said Allyson. Looking at all the shocked female faces around her, she had to resist a smile. She knew that within minutes every cadet in the Academy would know. She relished her power. “But… please don’t think any less of him for it! He’s a little confused when it comes to girls, but otherwise, he’s a fine person! He’s really gentle and sweet and kind-“

“Sounds like a pervert to me,” said Paula Kenobi. Other girls were nodding in agreement.

Cherry Oteri stared at Allyson, deep in contemplation.

There was a virtual room, deep inside of Cherry’s head. It featured a giant eye, focused on an illuminated platform. In the platform was a holographic image of Michael Taylor. Around the platform were artists, busy painting way on easels.

“He sounds like a pervert,” said Perception 1.

“Really?” said Perception 2.

“Just look,” said Perception 1. She walked under the giant eye to some of the artists, busy drawing on the easels. One painted an image of Mike looking like a madman. Another painted one of him nude, with a giant erection, looking outraged.

“And what about this bitch?” Perception 2 asked. Suddenly the holographic image on the platform switched to Allyson Harshbarger’s smug face. The artists started to scribble furiously. The words “Liar”, “Cheat” and “Backstabber” appeared on artists’ easels in big block letters.

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Cindy stood in the bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror. She stood there, staring at her naked body, her large breasts and her long dark hair, wondering what this night called for.

Nights like this one had become ritual. They always started with Cindy looking at her naked body in the mirror. Sometimes in the bathroom, sometimes in her own room, or even sometimes she just lie in bed naked, thinking about what to wear. Cindy now lived for the night. By day she played around in her apartment, and by night she was hitting the town with the intention of bringing home some gorgeous guy or girl.

Cindy was stumped. She had drained all of her good ideas over the last few weeks and was running out of creative ideas. She stopped looking at her body, and looked down at the bright pink invitation she had received that was sitting on the bathroom counter.

Just three days ago, Cindy got a strange invitation in the mail to attend The Roaring Phoenix; a nightclub that led the way in elite invitation and enticing bodies. Cindy had heard of it, but she had never gone, mainly because she wasn’t invited nor had the abilities to sneak inside. Besides, this invitation could really be one of two things; either someone actually had seen her at another club and wanted her to be sure to attend, or it was just another elaborate kinky plot by her friend Hannah. It had been over a month since Hannah had brought her to her house, and that was the last time she saw her. Regardless of the facts behind the invitations, Cindy was going.

At the bottom of the invitation, in personal handwriting, it said “stand out so I can find you”. Cindy had read it before, but now that she was getting ready to go, this was her inspiration. She wanted to stand out in a big way and that reminded her of the months she had stayed with Hannah at her mansion. More importantly, she thought of Erica. Erica, who’s body was impossibly perfect, who’s curves could never be achieved by any girl, who’s breasts might have weighed more then her entire body. It was Erica that who had grabbed hold of Cindy’s attention in an instant the moment she arrived at Hannah’s mansion. It was that effect that Cindy wanted to have when she visited The Roaring Phoenix. She wanted not just the sender of this invitation to notice her, but everyone in the club.

Cindy looked back into the mirror, stood up straight, and glared at her own large breasts. It was time to stop thinking and start acting. It was time to get serious. It was time to get ready for her legendary night on the town. She placed her hands on her hips as she looked down at her large breasts; breasts that were already gorgeous D-cups, and concentrated her thoughts.

“Bigger.” she thought. She continued to think that simple word as he looked at her bare breasts in the mirror. There was no change and her wishes went unanswered.

“Bigger.” she said allowed. She closed her eyes and imagined her breasts being as big as Erica’s. She thought of Erica. She longed for Erica’s body.

She opened her eyes and watch as slowly, like two large inflating balloons, her breasts started to grow larger. As her magic and her thoughts changed her body to what she wanted, she continued to concentrate on her breasts, enhancing her figure to impossible limits. When her breasts seemed to sag a little as they grew, she placed her own hands over her breasts. She could feel her magic flow from her hands to shape herself perfectly. Her thoughts ceased and her breasts stopped growing. She soon realized the problem of having such a body as the weight of her breasts seemed a bit too much. She closed her eyes and focused on her back muscles and her shoulders. She could feel her muscles quickly becoming stronger as her thoughts surfaced.

She then looked down at her waist, which was already quite small, and thought of it being even smaller. She thought of it being too small. She still didn’t know how her body or her organs could handle such drastic changes, but then again she didn’t understand how she could turn into water or walk through walls or grow angel wings and fly to new worlds. As her magic commanded, her waist trimmed down even further, giving her a body that no one else could achieve. As she finished creating her new body, she gazed at herself in the mirror. She had modified her body slightly before, but never like this. Never to this extreme. It was an hour-glass figure that could only be achieved through magic. Her breasts were almost unmeasurable. No bra would fit them. No dress could match her figure. This was to be expected, as Cindy planned on making the clothes for her body on her own.

Cindy looked down at the invitation again. The pink invitation. Cindy looked back into the mirror again, and thought pink. She thought of something tight, pink, and sparkly. She thought of something almost too tight for her tiny body and her huge breasts. She thought of something short, a nice short pink dress. She watched as her stomach seemed urfa escort to glow white. She watched as white glowing straps appeared dangling over her shoulders. As the glow faded, she saw that exactly what she had envisioned on wear that night slowly appeared on her body. This tiny pink dress was all she planned on wearing that night, no panties, no bra, just that tiny pink dress. If anyone managed to get a glimpse of her pussy or her nipples, then they were lucky and deserved that as a reward.

Ready for the event, Cindy gazed at herself. She rubbed her hands down her breasts, her new huge breasts, and moaned at her own touch. She looked at herself in the mirror, and watched as her hands lifted her breasts together, pushing them to form massive cleavage. The sight of her own new body reminded her of Erica’s. The thought of Erica’s breasts and body was only making her horny as her hands roamed down her tiny waist. She lifted up her dress so she could look at her own tiny shaven pussy. She couldn’t help but roam her hand over her clit, and she moaned as she rubbed herself with her fingertips.

It was then that she knew she had reached the point of no going back. She had to cum. There was nothing wrong with a little personal pleasure before her trip. She let herself fall backwards against the wall of the bathroom, and eased her fingers up her pussy. With her free hand, she pulled the strap over her shoulder, allowing her new epic breast to fall out. She cupped her breast with her hand a squeezed and pinched while she fingered her pussy. Even thought she was getting hot, she knew her hand was not enough. She took her hand from her breasts and held her hand in front of her as if she was holding something. Sure enough, as her thoughts emerged, she created a small pink dildo. But to her surprise, the dildo was not in her hand, but instead it was floating a few inches above it.

Somehow, Cindy’s telekinesis had kicked in.

Cindy was shocked, and lowed her hand leaving the dildo floating in front of her. Telekinesis, which Hannah and all the other girls she had met possessed, was something Cindy struggled with. Hannah had lifted Cindy into the air various times without even a gesture or a second look, and she had claimed that she could move much larger objects with her mind. Cindy had used this magic once before while she was fucking Hannah with a strap on, but she couldn’t ever get it to work since. She had tried to perfect this ability every day since she taught herself how to walk through solid objects, but it had never worked. Hannah had mentioned before that you never know what conditions will cause new powers to surface, and now that Cindy was exceptionally horny, it was working. She knew she was in control of the dildo as wherever she looked; left, right, up down, the dildo moved with her eyes. She slowly took her other hand from her wet pussy, and concentrated on the dildo in front of her.

“Fuck me.” she commanded. She held her dress up for the dildo, revealing her pussy, and she looked down as if to show the dildo where to go. The dildo continued to follow her eyes, and floated down around her pussy. “Fuck me hard!” she yelled out at the dildo, and the dildo flew up inside her pussy, easily sinking into her. She expected the sensation, but didn’t expect one quite like this.

“Oh fuck!” she screamed, and she fell over onto the floor, landing on all fours. The dildo remained inside her pussy, easing in and out of her as Cindy thought it. As she spread her legs wide, all she could think about was the dildo moving in and out, faster and faster. The dildo did as her thoughts commanded and moved faster and faster, fucking her from behind. Cindy’s telekinesis wasn’t just working, it was working almost too good as the dildo slammed harder and harder into her the more she wanted to be fucked. It seemed enchanted, motivated by not only her thoughts and her commands, but her deep sexual desires.

Cindy looked up at her bathroom counter, and noticed that all of her now obsolete make up and bathroom items where now floating in the air as well. She needed to control her magic, but was having a difficult time as it seemed to be at a very powerful state for the time being. She had witnessed several times during sex with other magic girls where they too would lose control of their magic; fading in and out of a visible state, falling through objects, or even exploding into dust when the feeling was too good to even hold a solid state of being.

Knowing her power was growing to new levels, she felt naughty. She felt like she could do anything. Her mind wandered toward kinky thoughts, dirty thoughts. She had never done any kind of anal sex with anyone, and wondered if she should experiment. She wondered what it would feel like to have the dildo move from her pussy and go inside her ass. Her thoughts were enough, and the dildo stopped fucking her pussy, slid up, and slowly slid inside her ass as sivas escort it was soaked in her pussy juices.

“Holy fuck!” She screamed in surprise, and her hands gave out and she fell on her stomach. The dildo didn’t stop, and climbed deeper inside her ass, fucking her in new ways. It hurt her, but as she lay on her stomach she couldn’t stop thinking about how naughty she felt: she was using her magic to fuck herself in the ass. She moved the dildo in and out of her ass slowly with her thoughts, and she slowly picked herself back up on all fours. She now smiled as the sensation and the pain seemed to pass. She reached between her legs with her hand, and rubbed her clit as she continued to move the dildo inside her.

“Oh god. Fuck. Fuck me! Harder!” She screamed out to whoever would listen as the combination of her own had and her magic pushed her towards the edge. She pounded herself in the ass with the dildo using her telekinesis while she rubbed her clit furiously, almost begging to make herself cum. Bottles of shampoo and soap that were currently floating in the air exploded as Cindy’s telekinetic powers crushed them. The mirror she once looked into cracked.

“Yes! More! I’m cumming!” She moaned, and she came with a amazing orgasm. As she came, the dildo fell out of her ass, and her body fell limp to the floor. As she hit the floor, her body exploded into a wave of water, splashing onto the tile floor. All that was left was a wet pink dress, a dildo, and a large puddle of water soaking the bathroom floor. It was in that puddle of water that Cindy was smiling a big smile and relaxing as she had just made herself cum with amazing results. She had no intention of bringing her body back together, back to its solid form. She was lost in at literal sea of bliss.

Cindy had recently learned how to turn herself into anything, big or small. She hadn’t played with this magic as much as Hannah probably would have liked her to. She had tried turning into objects like furniture and clothing. But didn’t find those things very exciting and had yet to discover the true benefits of such a powerful magic. Without another magical being to play with, that ability seemed fairly unless to Cindy considering she always had to keep her powers a secret from the world. But there was one new thing that Cindy liked to turn into that she didn’t think any other magic girl did, and she used this ability to travel around the city unnoticed by normal people. It was how she planned on traveling tonight.

The water that now covered the floor of the bathroom seemed to swirl in the middle as Cindy pulled herself back together. It rose up in the middle and slowly began to form into gorgeous nude body woman. Every drop of water that was once covered the floor was now a part of this woman’s figure who stood in the middle of the bathroom, still completely made of water. In an instant that water changed to fine pink skin, and Cindy was now back to her normal self. She gazed at nude figure in the mirror once more, complete with the unfathomable size of her new breasts and tiny waist. Cindy then looked down at the now dry pink dress that was still on the floor and the used dildo. She smirked a wicked smile and left the dress on the floor as she turned back to the mirror.

Knowing that she was momentarily sexually satisfied and ready to leave, she stepped closer towards the destroyed mirror. She looked down at the sink before her as her lower torso slipped through the solid countertop. She smiled a she was part way through the solid sink, and then she continued to walk towards the mirror. Her nude figure passed through the sink and she was face to face with her self in the mirror. Suddenly she merged with the mirror, passing through her reflection completely. In a split second, Cindy was no longer in the bathroom.

Cindy’s beyond perfect nude body popped out from the wall of her dining room as she stepped from the wall. She loved using her new magical ability to pass through solid objects. She used it often around her apartment and soon understood why never bothered to create doorways in her own house. The only thing that the walls now blocked for Cindy was her sight, but maybe someday that wouldn’t matter either.

She walked through her kitchen, right through the island countertop, and towards the sliding glass door that lead to her balcony. Despite the fact that she had already locked her apartment completely in preparation for the night, she again allowed her nude body to pass right through the door as if it wasn’t there at all. As her body made contact with the cold night air, she shivered slightly. She stood out on her balcony, with the moonlight casting beams on her amazing curves. The slight downside of Cindy’s new favorite way to travel meant that she had to travel naked. She couldn’t take anything with her. No clothes. No invitation. Nothing. She had to leave naked and arrive naked.

Cindy closed her eyes and tekirdağ escort prepared for her transformation. She closed her eyes, and imagined being as light as air. Her toes quickly lifted off of her balcony, and she found herself floating ever so softly into the sky. This was not a new sensation for her, and it was not in her intention to simply fly to where she was going. She still lacked a simple way to become invisible, but had found a way to work around it. She thought about being one with the air around her. She thought about dissolving. She thought about disintegrating. She thought about becoming like the wind that brushed against her weightless nude form. After focusing her magic, her body lost its structure and seemed to slowly implode into white dust. The white dust became clearer and clearer, thinner and thinner.

Cindy had vanished.

Cindy was now nothing but air.

Cindy could still see everything around her, below her, and above her. She had absolutely no form what-so-ever, but because of her magic, she retained all of her senses. It was a tricky way that she could become invisible, but it wasn’t perfect as she did have to sacrifice her human form. Yet in this for she couldn’t feel anything but warmth and relaxation. She could move quickly up into the clouds of the night sky, or down underneath the cars as they zoomed along the streets below. She could blow like the wind through air ducts of buildings, or pass through the leaves of the trees that decorated the streets.

But for now, Cindy zoomed up high above the city. She pulled all the tiny molecules of her altered state slightly together, allowing her upper body to return to its normal state. As her face, hair, and breasts returned to their human form briefly, she could feel the cool winds of the night sky against her. She smiled and allowed the wisps of glowing air to radiate from her. She felt like she was everywhere at once and enjoyed this new state of being, but she needed to remember the task at hand. As she looked down at the city, trying to find where she was headed, she regained her bearings and figured out where to go. She closed her eyes and exploded into white air again, swirling back down towards the city.

Like a wind she blew around the people on the sidewalks and among the trees the lined the streets. Cindy soared just above the streets at amazing speeds. When she traveled fast, she had to make sure that the winds she was creating did not alert anyone near by. She playfully flew through a few cars, creeping through the air conditioning, momentarily inside the interiors of the cars, and then back out to the streets again. This was the non-sexual pleasures that Hannah had promised Cindy long ago when she revealed her magic powers to her. Cindy was having too much fun.

Cindy slowed herself down just outside of her destination; The Roaring Phoenix. There was a very quiet line outside a dark building and not much signage identifying that this was the place to be. Luck for Cindy, she didn’t need to wait in line. She merely floated her essence towards the front door, and like a calm warm wind she just eased around the bouncers and through the front door. She blew low among the ankles and shoes of those lucky enough to get inside that night. She followed the crowd toward the main dance floor of the prestigious club, and as she arrived inside the darkened room, she immediately moved her hidden essence over the crowd of people and up above the dance floor to get a good view.

The club was packed. There was bright lights flashing around the club and a deafening techno beat playing. Cindy found a sea of men and women in next to no clothing dancing on the floor below. She floated lower and found women fondling women, men kissing men, and hands roaming sweaty bodies. There were large couches on the sides of the club where topless girls lie on topless men. There was seemingly little sexual enforcement on anything, and that made Cindy very excited.

But she knew she would find little sexual gratification existing as her current form. It was a great way to travel and observe, but she had to pull her human body back together. Not only that, but she had to do it in a safe place; clear from view of the non-magic party-goers. She needed a place to get dressed.

Cindy blew up into the air vents and spread her essence out through the ventilation system looking for a restroom. She was able to search a majority of the building using this method. She did find some strange sealed areas that she couldn’t even pass through existing as air, but that was not important. She had found an empty bathroom stall not far from the dance floor that she could use to pull herself back together. She gathered herself together and snuck down through the air vets. Safe from view, the air seemed to swirl about in the small bathroom stall. Within the tiny tornado, a bright white glowing being began to form. The glow faded, and Cindy found herself whole, naked, and with her amazing body ready to be seen and desired. She rubbed her hands up her sides and then up over her giant breasts, remembering that sexy pink dress she had picked out to wear. The dress slowly appeared on her body, hugging her waist and pressing her large breasts upward.

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Note: Originally written in 2000… A one off short story in my Knight Squadron series.

***

Someone is sabotaging the Valkyrie fighters of the Luftwaffe. Or that’s what Johann Strauss thinks, and he thinks he knows who it is too. Of course, it’s a little more complicated than that.

***

Part 1…

The Valkyrie streaked back toward the base on the moon of Syria. There were no survival pods to be found in the wreckage of the Base Star, and the Kriegsmarines’ mission was done.

Johann Strauss relaxed in the cockpit of his fighter. His girlfriend, Kerri, was waiting for him back at base. Johann felt a warm, familiar tightening in his lower body. He cursed under his breath and tried to control himself.

But Kerri’s long black hair and blue eyes kept coming back into his mind. Kerri had agreed to a date after he got back from this mission.

Kerri had caught his eye from the first time he had seen her. At the time, she’d been on her back, working at the guts of a Ju-87. Captain Jac Jordon had walked up to Johann and closed Johann’s mouth with his finger. Johann hadn’t even realized that he’d literally been drooling.

On another occasion, Johann asked another pilot about the beauty who fixed the engines. The other pilots had responded to his excited queries with a sigh.

“That’s Kerri Malina,” one had said. “The Ice Queen of Syria. Don’t get your hopes up. She’s looking for her true love, and whoever he is, compared to him pilots are the scum from the Base Star’s toilets.”

“I wonder what she’d think of a Knights Templar?” Johann muttered under his breath.

Eventually, Johann decided to try his luck and walked up to Kerri one day while they were watching other pilots train. Kerri had noted the Sunsword clipped to his wrist, and decided to be a little more friendly to this one. After all, a boy who believed in the Mystica was less likely to be after nothing but her body.

Kerri had found a good friend in the young pilot who always kept the Sunsword on his wrist. And Johann found a good friend in the mechanic who disliked pilots. Their friendship grew, and they became very close.

Now, Johann sat in the cockpit of his Valkyrie, fidgeting inside his sweaty flight suit. He wanted a bath and a clean uniform almost as much as he wanted to see Kerri.

At last, the moon loomed up ahead. Johann brought the Valkyrie in for a clean landing at the North Landing Pad. As he climbed out of the cockpit, Kerri ran up and hugged him.

Johann’s sleek body thrilled Kerri with how strong and handsome he was. Johann kissed her softly on the cheek, ashamed to be caught in his rumpled flight suit.

“I’ll meet you in twenty minutes,” Kerri whispered.

“Good. I need a shower,” Johann replied.

***

Twenty minutes later, Johann met Kerri. Kerri giggled and slung a leg over her boyfriend’s hip. Johann pulled Kerri close to his sleek chest and caught her lips in a warm kiss. As they stood kissing in the isolated corner of the base, a disaster was about to take place. Abruptly, a loud explosion echoed across the moon, knocking Johann and Kerri off their feet.

Johann began muttering ungentlemanly words as he noted every place where his body had contacted the unforgiving stone pavers. Those were going to be beautiful bruises tomorrow, all right. Kerri, however, didn’t mind. When they had fallen, Johann’s shirt had opened a little more than usual, revealing his lean chest.

Johann picked himself up, and looked out across the jungle. A column of black smoke was rising from the area of the South Landing Pad.

“Come on!” Kerri cried, and the duo raced down a narrow path to the landing pad. Johann and Kerri came out onto the pavement of the landing pad. In the middle lay the smoldering remains of a Valkyrie.

“What happened?” Johann asked. “And who?” He noticed some medics, carrying away a body on a stretcher, but it was little more than a charred skeleton.

“We don’t know what happened, he appeared to lose control, but was coming in for a near-perfect landing. He would have made it too, but the Valkyrie exploded just a few meters above the pavement,” said a frazzled Lieutenant.

“Who?” Kerri asked.

“Rob Kerman,” the Lieutenant replied.

“Damn,” Johann said. He bestowed a vicious kick upon a piece of slagged conduit, sending it flying into the jungle.

“Hey!” the Lieutenant bellowed at Johann. “I’ll thank you not to kick evidence!”

“What do I care?” Johann bellowed. “Rob was my friend, and now he’s dead.” He immediately looked sorry about his outburst and spoke again. “Sorry.”

Kerri clutched Johann arm. “I’m sorry, Jo. I know Rob was one of your best friends.”

“Why should you be? Rob’s out of your hair now,” Johann said nastily, still upset. “He was the one you hated because your Ice Queen act wouldn’t get him to stop asking you out.”

“Jo, I may not have liked him, but I certainly don’t want him dead!” Kerri cried out. “You know me, Jo. I just needed the right boy to love, the one who would be rize escort just right and put me at peace with the world. And I found him.”

“Kerri, I’m sorry. I suspect everyone, and especially that rat Keel,” Johann said.

“Keel?” Kerri said. “Keel’s a harmless mechanic.”

“Keel is nuts,” Johann said. “He’s a frustrated pilot, he lost his hand irreplaceably in a crash, and now he’s jealous of anyone who can still control a starfighter. He went for me once, choked me.”

“Oh, Jo!” Kerri said. “I’ve worked with Keel a long time. While he may not love pilots, he does love the fighters. He would never destroy one!”

“I’m sorry,” Johann said, giving her a quick kiss. “Do you mind if I break off our date? I feel like I’ve been shot down by a Jaheem Destroyer, and I’d like to rest. I have a training flight tomorrow.”

“Wait! Jo!” Kerri shouted. “Don’t go on that training flight tomorrow! Let me and the other mechanics check out the fighters before you fly again!”

Johann shook his head and continued to his room.

“Jo, please!” Kerri cried, her face contorting. “Do you want to go down in flames too? Do you think I want to watch you go down in flames?”

Johann shut the door.

“Johann Strauss, you can be stubborn as a mule,” Kerri said as she turned around and walked toward the mechanics’ barracks.

***

Part 2…

The next morning, Johan climbed into his Valkyrie. He sat ready for the high speed search and destroy practice. As he lifted off, Johann noticed a faint rumbling sound in his engines, but he assumed he’d simply gotten a cranky older fighter. He pulled out of the hangar to continue with the training mission.

Kerri had been watching the pilots train from a window and talking over some strategic locations for a new base with Gisela Deja.

And then there was a second blast.

In an instant, both Kerri and Gisela took off down a path toward the South Launching Pad. They swiftly arrived to view another starfighter laying in a pile of twisted, charred parts on the stone paving.

“Oh, who is it this time?” Gisela cried.

The commander of the training mission spoke.”Sorry to have to tell you two ladies this, but… it’s Johann Strauss.”

“Dammit, Jo,” Gisela said, turning toward the wreckage. “Make me like you for the fool idealist you are, and then go get yourself killed.”

Tears stung Kerri’s eyes. She hoped against hope that Johann had somehow managed to survive the crash.

Two medics were hauling away the remains of the canopy, trying to get at what was left of Johann. They pulled a body out of the wreckage that was clothed in a charred and bloodied flight suit… Johann Strauss.

Kerri ran to where the medic were strapping Johann to the stretcher. Kerri gasped as one of the medics ripped the flight suit off of Johann’s upper body, revealing burns and bloody gashes. His ash-blonde hair was singed and his face scratched.

“Don’t die, Jo,” Kerri whispered, stroking Johann’s bangs out of his face. “I love you.”

Kerri and Gisela were abruptly shoved aside by a medic, who began cleaning Johann’s wounds.

***

Later, Kerri was permitted to sit with Luke as he lay in his bed. Luke had been heavily sedated to keep him from feeling his many wounds, but Kerri held his hand anyway.

Johann lay still without a sign of life except for the slow rise and fall of his bandaged chest. He was naked except for the bandages and the sheets of his bed, which left him looking pathetic and helpless.

Kerri released his hand and began to gently trim away the charred ends of Johann’s hair. As she worked, soft blonde curls began to frame his innocent, round face again.

When she was done, Kerri bent down and bestowed a kiss on Johann’s still lips. Sadly, she relived the night before, when Johann had returned her kisses.

“Johann was probably right,” Kerri muttered. “Keel probably did this to Jo because Johann Strauss is the hero Keel could never be!”

Kerri left Johann’s bedside and tore off toward the hangar where Keel had been scheduled to work that day. She was no longer able to bear the sight of Johann’s still body.

***

“Keel?!” Kerri bellowed. “Where are you?”

The little man with his single hand appeared. “What’s your problem today, Kerri?”

“You know full well, Keel!” Kerri shouted, not caring who heard. “You didn’t check Jo’s fighter like I asked you to. He almost died because you didn’t check it properly.”

“I checked it. There was nothing wrong,” Keel said. “No one had even touched that fighter in a long time because it always ran well.”

“Or maybe you wanted Johann Strauss to die!” Kerri yelled. “Because he was what you weren’t. Because he was the hero of Syria! You didn’t care that he was my boyfriend and I planned to marry him!”

“Whatever you may think,” Keel said, shrugging his misshapen shoulders, “I did not try to kill Jo. I hold respect for anyone who could train as a Templar, as he does.”

“Whatever,” Kerri said.

***

Weeks sakarya escort later, Kerri still sat by Johann’s bedside. Now, he had nutrients flowing through a needle into one arm and waste flowing out through a catheter hidden by the sheet. He still slept, although he was no longer sedated and his wounds were nearly healed.

During that time, the Reich kept vigil over its hero. The wreckage of the Valkyries, both Johann’s and Rob’s, were pulled to pieces. No clues were found.

***

Part 3…

Late one night, Kerri cried by Johann’s bedside. Johann lay, still and silent. His bandages were gone, but the catheter and nutrient IV remained. His pale skin was covered only by a sheet. As Kerri cried, one of the medics appeared and began to speak to her.

“Kerri, I know this is going to be hard on you… hell, it’s hard on me too, but I have to say it. We think he may never wake up, and even if he does, he may not remember anything,” the medic said.

Kerri gasped. She had been clinging to the hope that he would wake soon, squeeze her hand. She had dreamed of his baby-blue eyes fluttering open and him proposing to her.

“The essential part of Johann Strauss, Jo’s mind and heart, they will be gone. It’s your decision, because you are the closest thing to family that he has,” The medic sighed, and continued. “You have to decide whether we should let Jo die now, without any pain, or let him live, perhaps forever a vegetable, dependent on life support.”

“No,” Kerri said. “I must give Jo the chance to return to me.”

“Very well then,” the medic said, obviously relieved that he would not have to pull the plug and kill one of the Luftwaffe’s few heroes.

Days passed and Johann still lay deathly still in his bed. As each day passed, Kerri grew more distraught, more sure that the medic had been right. ‘Is Jo dead? Is his mind, the power of the quiet Templar, gone?’ Kerri asked herself. ‘Is it right to leave this soulless hunk of flesh on support to help it live like a vegetable, the light within gone?’

Kerri cried again, sobbing into Johann’s caramel-colored hair and clutching his limp, saber-callused hand in hers. Eventually, Kerri thought she felt Johann’s hand move, but she wrote it off to her nerves. The squeeze at Kerri’s hand came again, stronger this time. She dropped Johann’s hand and looked at him. Slowly, Johann Strauss baby blue eyes fluttered open.

“Oh, Jo” Kerri cried. “You’re awake!” She embraced Johann as he slowly sat up.

Johann slowly nuzzled Kerri and kissed her. Kerri returned the kiss, reminded of how much she had missed this while he had been out, and caressed his bare chest.

“Do you think you could go over to the closet and get me some clothes? No offense, but I’d rather not be naked,” he asked Kerri.

“Hey, I don’t mind it,” Kerri said teasingly.

Johann playfully shoved her off his bed. “Just get me some clothes.”

Kerri dashed to the closet and pulled out Johann’s old white tunic and pants. As she helped Johann slip into the tunic, one of the medics came in the door. Immediately, the medic’s eyes widened.

“Johann Strauss? You’re awake?” he said.

Johann rolled his blue eyes. “Of course I’m awake. I’m fine, but I can’t get up.”

“You shouldn’t be paralyzed…” the medic said.

“I’m not, my legs are just weak. I can’t stand,” Johann replied.

“With Kerri’s help or a stick to lean on, I should be able to walk.”

“Well, first let me remove the catheter,” the medic said and reached under the sheet. He yanked the catheter free of Johann’s body.

Johann bellowed like a wounded gorilla and took a weak swing at the medic. Fortunately, Johann’s punch missed.

The medic laughed. “Every man who I’ve seen have a catheter removed acts like that.” Johann replied by grabbing his pants wrathfully and yanking them on. Kerri giggled, because Johann never was quite so cute as when he let the whiny and frequently indignant Remus farm boy come to the surface, like now. She kissed him tenderly on the forehead.

“I have to go for my shift in the hangar now,” Kerri whispered to Johann. “But I’ll be back in time to eat dinner with you. They refused to exempt me from duty to sit with you.”

“And that is just as well,” Johann said. “The Luftwaffe can’t afford to lose a skilled mechanic to sit with an injured pilot.”

***

In the hangar, Kerri laid on her back, working in the guts of a Valkyrie. She groped for her socket wrench to tighten down the casing of the compressor to the hydraulic system.

Keel pushed the wrench into her hand. “Thanks,” Kerri muttered.

***

Meanwhile Johann lay in his bed. He’d given up on watching the softcore holo-vids long ago. He’d never had the patience for romantic vids anyway. If he wanted romance, he’d take the real thing with Kerri. Now he watched the preparations for a test flight of some new Valkyries.

Kerri pushed open the door, carrying a large tray of food for herself and Johann. samsun escort Johann made a face and pulled a pillow over his head.

“Come on, Jo, you have to eat,” Kerri said, pulling the pillow off of Johann’s head. “This isn’t that bad, it’s the same food everyone gets.”

“Just keep the medics and their nutro-paste garbage away from me,” Johann replied. “I want REAL FOOD.”

“It is,” Kerri said. Using female wiles and a large amount of trickery, Kerri managed to get all of the food into Johann.

After Johann managed to finish his dinner, Kerri slipped into the bed beside him. Johann slid his arm around her and held her close.

“Do you think you could take me to the landing pad so I could watch the training flights?” Johann asked Kerri.

“Sure,” Kerri said, slipping Johann’s poncho over his shoulders.

She helped him walk to the nearest landing pad. Johann smiled as he watched the fighters in the air above. Abruptly, one Valkyrie peeled off from the tidy squadron and headed for the landing pad.

One of the fighter’s engines burst into flame as the pilot touched down. Johann started forward with a gasp.

“It’s Aiden!” Johann cried. “Jump free, Aiden!”

“Sit down, Jo,” Kerri said, leading him to a stone bench by the side of the landing pad. Behind them, Aiden Hunt leaped clear of his burning Valkyrie. Crews of mechanics turned firehoses on the Valkyrie, trying to rescue any evidence.

Aiden dashed up to Luke where he sat on the stone bench. “Glad to see you back on your feet, buddy,” Aiden said. “We were afraid we’d have to organize a funeral for ya.”

“I’m too tough for some cowardly saboteur to kill,” Johann said, with a half-grin.

Kerri shivered abruptly. “Jo, it’s getting cold. I’ll help you back inside.”

***

Part 4…

As the days passed, Johann slowly grew better. The Kriegsmarines packed up their supplies and fleet to move to a new base. Johann hobbled around, with the aid of a carved walking stick. His slight, white-clad body was a frequent sight around the base.

Among the last to leave Syria we Johann and Kerri, who would fly with Jac Jordon on The Ghost, by their own choice. Gisela would have preferred that Johann go on a bigger ship where his fragile health could be tended to by a medic. But, although she was not likely to ever admit it, Gisela trusted Han Solo to get aid to Johann if he needed it.

The tortured remains of the three destroyed starfighters were loaded aboard transports too.

Johann sat in the main cabin of The Ghost, sleeping with his head pillowed on his arms. Kerri sat next to him, holding his hand as he slept.

As soon as the battered old Korscian freighter entered gravity-drive, Jac left the cockpit to Blacki and delivered a message to his passengers. “Her Highness requests that we stop at Remus for some sort of conference,” Jac said. “Tell Jo when he wakes up.”

“He’ll probably sleep the whole way to Remus,” Kerri replied, gently stroking Johann’s blonde head.

***

Several hours later, a few Luftwaffe landing craft descended around an abandoned moisture farm on the topaz-sanded planet. Keel came to the hatch of The Ghost.

“Jo, Captain Jordon, the Princess and General Ryker request your presence to discuss the sabotaged Valkyries,” he said, “Come with me.”

“Jo, let me come with you,” Kerri said, helping him to his feet.

“Jo and Jac go with me,” Keel said. “Not you.”

“Well!” Kerri exclaimed. “I was the one who got him here! Without me, you would have removed the life support and killed Jo long ago!”

Keel walked slowly, matching his pace to Johann’s halting steps.

They eventually came out into a cavernous chamber that had once housed immense tanks of water. There, Johann, Gisela, Jac, Ryker and some other leaders of the Reich gathered.

As the meeting went on beneath the sands, Kerri slept in a bunk aboard The Ghost. She was wakened by halting footsteps in the corridor… Johann’s footsteps.

“Jo?” Kerri called to him, sitting up.

“It’s me, Kerri,” Johann replied. His voice sounded tired. He walked over to the bunk she lay on and sat on the edge.

Kerri sighed Johann embraced her and his strong hands slipped Into her hair. His lips brushed lightly against hers.

“Will you come with me?” Johann asked her.

Kerri shivered at the feather-light touch of Johann’s lips to her own. “Of course,” she replied.

As Johann led her out of The Ghost, Kerri abruptly realized that he was no longer wearing the black shirt and pants he had earlier. Now, he wore the flight suit of a Luftwaffe pilot.

“Jo, where are we going?” Kerri asked.

“Come with me Johann whispered, his face somber. The laughing boy hero was mysteriously gone from his face.

Upon entering the cavernous chamber beneath Remus sandy surface, Johann left Kerri and went to stand between Gisela and Aiden.

Kerri looked around, unsure of what was happening in the Reich.

Abruptly, Kerri’s hands were grabbed by Jac. Han held her back and prevented her from joining Johann.

“What is the meaning of this?” Kerri cried, struggling in the Korscian’s tight grip.

***

Part 5…

“Kerri Malin, you stand accused of the murder of Rob Kerman and the attempted murders of Aiden Hunt and Johann Strauss, ” Ryker said.

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Author’s note: Far from a new writer, but this is my first pass at writing some erotica as a casual side project. Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome. Now for the disclaimers. This story features nonconsensual content. Rape is wrong. Don’t do it. Everyone knows this. If you don’t enjoy stories with this kind of content don’t read them and don’t whine about them in the comments. All characters who engage in sexual content are of age. Now, thank you for reading and on with the show.

***

The sound of flesh on flesh resounded through the clean but sparse room, its rhythmic beat accompanied by masculine grunts, feminine whimpers, and all the other elements which combined to form the crude orchestration of rough sex so often heard in this particular room. The source of the carnal music could be found on the large bed at the center of the room where two wildly different individuals were having two wildly different experiences.

The figure on top was a very large man by the name of Jacques who was having a delightful night. Most nights were delightful for Jacques, as he was the owner of an upscale brothel and thus virtually guaranteed pleasant female company any night he wished it. Unsurprisingly, he wished it nearly every night. At the moment in question he was engaged in thoroughly pounding a pretty girl’s asshole into submission and enjoying every second of it.

Beneath Jacques was a rather small woman by the name of Breanna who was not having a delightful night. Though not the most popular of his girls, Breanna was Jacques’s personal favourite which meant she quite rarely had delightful nights. At the moment, she was having her sore asshole reamed by a man she would never willingly allow into her presence let alone her ass and hating every second of it.

The scene was in many respects extremely commonplace, exactly what one might expect to see in any brothel in the early hours of the morning. Jacques’s brothel, however, was not exactly normal. Several years prior the brawny man had not been a brothel owner, but a soldier in the employ of Duke Armand of Venrier. While commanding a company of footsoldiers in the name of the duke, Jacques had the distinct honour and pleasure of participating in one of the greatest endeavors in human history, the conquest and subjugation of the ancient elven kingdom of Tintariel.

Breanna had participated in that conflict as well, though she was notably less satisfied with its resolution. Such dissatisfaction was only to be expected from a member of the losing side. With her svelte frame, modest breasts, pointed ears, and long honey-blonde hair Breanna looked every bit the beautiful elven maiden she was. Even amongst her people her small and slender frame made her appear youthful and appealing. These features did little to set her apart from the other girls in Jacques’s brothel, however, as they were all beautiful elven maidens as well.

The Broken Bow Brothel was one of several establishments which popped up shortly after the conquest specializing in offering to humans the most luxurious of sexual experiences, the charms of captured elven warriors. For humans, the women of the once proud elven nation made the perfect fucktoys. The average elven maiden was more attractive than all but the most alluring of humans, their youthful beauty lasted for centuries before fading gracefully, and their extremely low fertility meant they could be screwed relentlessly with little regard to the complications of pregnancy. It was hardly a surprise that when the human lords negotiated the surrender of Tintariel they refused to consider releasing even a single female captive.

Breanna herself had been one of the elves’ finest warriors, a member of the legendary Emerald Wardens responsible for guarding the borders of their ancient forest kingdom. Her capture early in the conflict had been nothing short of disgraceful. Operating as a lone scout, she had ignored her better judgment to stop and bathe in an idyllic forest pool. It was there that Jacques and a troop of his soldiers had stumbled across her like a scene from one of the ancient myths of the great huntress. After recovering from the initial shock of the encounter, they had quietly surrounded their newfound prey before closing in.

Once they were in position, it took all of a few heartbeats for Jacques and three other men to surge forward and pin down the shocked elf. At his command, another of his soldiers had then brought forth her things from where they lay by the side of the pool. Jacques bound her hands behind her back with her own bowstring, gagged her with her own undergarments, and then proceeded to ravage her most intimate depths, first with his cock then with the shattered remains of her own weapon which now hung framed above her bed even as he used her body yet again.

After Jacques was satisfied he allowed his soldiers to sample Breanna’s charms for themselves. That evening the troop had returned to camp with the disgraced warrior mersin escort in tow where the elven girl was inducted into her new life. For the next six months she was reduced to a camp whore, Jacques using her as he pleased and renting her body out to any of his soldiers who could pay. In time she was joined by other captives, former sisters in battle who would share her fate. They had provided Jacques with a great deal of pleasure and profit over the years, but none had ever captured his attention the way his Breanna had. So it was that years later the brawny man lay atop his favourite elf reaming her ass with all the vigour he could muster after a long day managing his affairs.

Unlike their first encounter Breanna was not restrained now. Instead she lay face down and ass up in her own bed, one hand on each asscheek spreading them wide to facilitate her master’s entrance into her butt. Six months as a camp whore and several years in a brothel named for her personal disgrace had rendered Breanna quite compliant. It had taken time and some severe discipline, but Jacques was confident he could enjoy the charms of any one of his elves without fear of significant disobedience.

He smiled as he took in the beautiful sight of her coltish form. Breanna’s body was completely exposed save for a pair of innocent looking baby blue stockings stretching up to her mid thighs. Today she had been done up to emphasize her apparent youth. Though she was three times Jacques’ age, she looked less than half it and many of the brothel’s patrons enjoyed fucking a girl who seemed like an innocent on the cusp of adulthood. As many days as not, Breanna found herself dolled up to look like a child and tossed to some of the establishment’s most disturbing customers. It was almost as degrading to fawn over them and feign innocence in the common room as it was to preform for them in bed, but she knew well the consequences if she failed to meet Jacques’ expectations.

Jacques grunted loudly as he pounded away into Breanna’s open asshole. The speed of his thrusts was astounding considering the tightness of her back passage, his refusal to use lube of any sort, and his level of sheer intoxication. But strong muscles, extensive practice, and what seemed to be buckets of sweat were enough to overcome any resistance. The leverage of a tight grip on Breanna’s slender waist also helped.

For her part, Breanna issued a relentless stream of pathetic whimpering and whining as she dutifully took her pounding. With her experience, the elven warrior could have suffered through much worse with stoic dignity if she wanted, but like all Jacques’ girls she knew her master enjoyed his slaves being vocal about their misery. A happy Jacques meant a shorter fuck and more sleep. An unhappy Jacques meant the risk of a serious beating. So whenever he decided to make use of her before bed she degraded herself by putting on the most pitiful show she could manage.

Some nights were harder than others to muster up the will and energy to put on a convincing act. Tonight, though… tonight it was easy. Not because Breanna had had an easy day. She certainly had not. On a normal day servicing nine customers, two of them at once, would have left her drained as well as sore. But today was different. Today was to be her last day in this living hell. For months, the captured warriors languishing within the Broken Bow Brothel had been planning their escape with the aid of none other than Elena Swiftwind.

Considered by many to be the last hope of the elves, Elena had been the only one of the Emerald Wardens’ four captains to survive the invasion. When Tintariel surrendered and saw much of its territory and population divided between its human neighbours, many elven warriors had refused to accept defeat. They rallied to Elena as their natural leader and ever since had engaged in a guerrilla campaign against the occupying forces. Naturally, brothels like Jacques’ were prime targets, both an affront to elven pride and a source of eager recruits. Several had already been raided. These attacks and many other offenses had prompted a massive standing bounty for the capture or death of the elven leader funded in part by each of the five rulers who had cooperated in the invasion.

Tonight was the night that Breanna and her sisters in suffering had been waiting and preparing for. Elena would come herself with weapons to arm the captives and lead them out of the city. For her own part, Breanna had sworn that not only would she be free again, but on her way out she would stop in Jacques’ bedroom. Her last act in this hellish brothel would be to slit the throat of the vile man who had taken such pleasure in mounting her again and again for years. For now, however, Breanna had to endure his attentions this one last time without giving him any reason to suspect trouble. Nothing would keep her from her revenge, not exhaustion, and certainly not the tattered remnants of her pride.

As muğla escort he felt himself drawing nearer to his climax, Jacques slowed his pace, wanting to luxuriate in his prize’s warm embrace for a while longer. Breanna inwardly groaned at this development. Jacques was nothing if not predictable in bed and she had come to know all his patterns by heart. Tonight she wouldn’t be getting a quick fuck and an early departure. Instead she braced herself for what came next.

After bottoming out with a particularly hard thrust, Jacques released one of his hands from the pretty elf’s waist and traced his way none too gently up her spine. Upon reaching her neck, he gathered as much of her honey blonde hair as he could with a spin of his wrist and pulled back harshly drawing a loud groan from Breanna.

Knowing her role well, the former warrior released her grip on her asscheeks and pulled her hands forward to go up on all fours so that she could properly arch her back as her head was pulled up and behind. It was Jacques’ favourite position by far to fuck his girls in the manner of two beasts mating, particularly when enjoying their asses instead of their pussies. Even after all her time in his possession, Breanna was unsure if this preference was natural or stemmed from how utterly degrading it was considered among her people to copulate as an animal would. She wasn’t even sure if he was aware how taboo, how shameful it was for an elven woman to allow herself to be taken in such a manner. She only knew that her shame meant nothing compared to the lust of Jacques or any man who had paid him for the use of her body.

When he was ready, Jacques released his other hand from Breanna’s hip and she closed her eyes in preparation. Even knowing it was coming, even having experienced it many times before, the fallen warrior wasn’t prepared for the first blow as her master began to spank her with all the force he could muster. As his palm collided with her svelte rear, Breanna let out a yelp more authentic than her usual whimpering. Jacques continued to rain blows upon her soft flesh for several minutes, each drawing one of an array of appealingly feminine protests from his favoured toy.

Despite his best efforts, eventually Jacques felt himself passing the point of no return. Each time he spanked Breanna’s ass, he could feel her clench down upon his thrusting cock. On the verge of his climax, the brothel owner withdrew fully from Breanna’s ass and, directed by the hand that had been spanking her, buried himself to the hilt inside her welcoming pussy. The elf’s spine rippled in an involuntary shudder of disgust at having a cock soiled by her ass now tainting her womanhood. That shudder was quickly followed by another, even less welcome, response as Breanna felt her master’s cock twitch inside of her and the all too familiar wave of warmth as Jacques released his seed within her.

To her eternal shame, Breanna could feel herself losing control and responding to the vile human polluting her body with his seed. Like many elven girls, the fallen warrior had a weakness for the sensation of hot cum filling her intimate depths. It was simply hardwired into her very being that the epitome of being a good girl was allowing her man to deposit his seed within her. It didn’t matter to her body that the man in question repulsed her, it only mattered that she had fulfilled her role and deserved rewarding. And a reward she received as her body shook with a wave of orgasmic ecstasy that rendered her briefly senseless.

For several long minutes, Jacques rested as his satisfied manhood softened within its favorite vacation home. Eventually, however, another sensation in it demanded action. In his drunken haze, Jacques briefly considered relieving himself where he was, but in the end his kinder, or at least less cruel, side won out. The big man withdrew himself from the still panting girl and after giving her ass one last heavy swat, gracelessly fumbled his way off of her sweat soaked bed. He staggered to the end and reached under with one foot, dragging Breanna’s chamber pot out into the open.

With his free hand, Jacques reached out to cup the underside of the girl’s chin and lift her gaze up to meet his own. Breanna blushed slightly, dreading her last chore of the night as she heard the telltale sound of her owner’s powerful stream emptying into the small porcelain bowl. Once it trailed off she submissively opened her mouth and breathed deep as Jacques filthy penis rapidly approached.

The cacophony of flavors coating Jacques’ cock blended together into a vile mixture that overwhelmed the fallen warrior’s taste buds. Her love juices and ass mixed with his seed and piss plus an excessive dose of their combined sweat would have been enough to make her vomit years ago, but now it was quite familiar. Breanna got to work swiftly, her tongue efficiently dancing across the surfaces of her master’s cock as she cleaned it. She was careful to avoid teasing nevşehir escort its most sensitive parts in fear of inspiring another round.

Her efforts proved sufficient as after a short while Jacques withdrew himself from her mouth and the tender ministrations of her soft tongue. “Good girl,” was all he said, ruffling her hair with the hand that had been beneath her chin. Drunkenly, he staggered towards the door and exited leaving Breanna alone at last with her thoughts. The fallen warrior waited several heartbeats to ensure he would not return before rolling off her bed. She quickly moved to her dresser to find and don the least whorish of the clothes she was allowed to keep. An upscale brothel like the Broken Bow valued its customers’ privacy enough to have well soundproofed rooms, so the girls knew they would have no warning of Elena’s arrival before their doors opened to their salvation. As prepared as she could be, Breanna settled down by her bed for the most nervous wait of her life.

***

Jacques staggered drunkenly out of Breanna’s room and onto the balcony overlooking the main room. Neither particularly graceful or coordinated at the best of times, the big man was in fact quite clumsy when drunk. His hand slipped off the handle of Breanna’s door as he pulled it behind him, leaving it to softly fall closed with only the lightest of clicks. He didn’t bother locking it.

The brothel was built around a large main room with a central stage, a small bar, and a crowded assortment of varied seats and tables. Above was a wide balcony running along three sides of the room below. The balcony was lined with a dozen bedrooms where Jacques’ stable of elven whores slept one or two to a room. The common room was lined with storage and ‘playrooms’ as well as Jacques’ current destination, his own bedroom. The building was quiet, the last patrons had been required to leave awhile after midnight, and he had spent long enough ploughing Breanna that the girls assigned to clean up duty had finished their work and turned in for the night. With only one entrance, a sturdy lock on his bedroom, and all the windows sealed with iron bars, the building required only a pair of lazy night guards who spent their shift in the small foyer between the entrance and the common room leaving the main area nearly silent while the business was closed.

Comfortable with the silence, Jacques moved sluggishly along the balcony. When he rounded the corner near the lone stairwell, everything changed. There before the brothel owner’s eyes an elven woman was silently slinking her way up the stairs. As they came into each other’s view both human and elven eyes shot wide with alarm as their owners stumbled backwards. Jacques’ brain was struggling to process the figure before him, but he was instantly certain she wasn’t one of his. Features aside, she wore a suit of dark brown leather armor which didn’t show a tenth as much skin as the dubious sets some of his girls wore when servicing customers. Even more alarming, she held at least half a dozen sheathed swords clutched between her left arm and her side.

The elf was first to recover. While Jacques was heavily inebriated and several years removed from his time as a warrior, the woman was completely sober and clearly prepared for trouble. Her eyes narrowed and her muscles tensed as she surged forward, free hand reaching for what was certainly a weapon. But it wasn’t to be. Careless in her haste, or still reeling from surprise, the intruder’s second step came down awkwardly on the edge of a stair. As she pushed off for her third her balance deserted her completely. As Jacques stared dumbfounded, the elf’s pretty mouth opened in a look of panic and then she was falling. With a clatter and a crash she bounced down more than a dozen stairs, the weapons she had been carrying scattering widely.

By the time Jacques recovered from his shock, the elven woman was lying face down and motionless on the landing between two flights of stairs. Cautiously, he made his way down the stairs, stooping to pick up one of the dropped blades as he advanced. The weapon’s hilt was uncomfortably small in his grip, clearly crafted for an elven hand. That was no more than an inconvenience, he had bested more than a few elves with their own weapons including a few in this very building. As he approached the landing, Jacques reached out with the still sheathed sword to prod at the woman before him. Nothing. Convinced she was unconscious, he took the last step and used his foot to flip her over onto her back.

In the dim light the brothel owner looked the unfortunate creature at his feet up and down. While not large by human standards, her breasts swelled a bit more than most of her kind. The details of her figure were difficult to make out under the armor, but that problem would be easily fixed in a moment. For now his eyes were drawn to her pretty face. She was certainly beautiful, despite the large bruise rapidly developing around her right eye, but also oddly familiar. Jacques was certain he had seen her before, but there were precious few elven women he had met who still lived and were not asleep in their rooms upstairs. It took his brain nearly a minute of befuddled staring before a a light finally shone through the haze of alcohol.

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Cast of Characters [Note: Spoiler Alert – this includes updates that may ruin some plot points]

Life as a New Hire

By Nut Ranch and FinalStand

Impossible gratitude to Nut Ranch who not only made this list – he made it thrice. Only my ineptitude had kept the first two creations from the light.

As always, the subject matter is my responsibility.

If you like it, it is probably someone else’s fault.

Below is a (Mostly) Complete list of Persons in this story, It is broken down into related groupings such as Known Amazon Houses, Amazons with (as yet) unknown House Affiliation, JIKIT, Government personnel, 9 Clans, Family groupings etc. Some of the groupings are a bit loose so be warned.

Amazons routinely go by 1st names, so some have no last name listed.

Question Marks (?) indicate uncertainty of identification.

Amazon/Non Amazon is the default Identification as some Characters have not (yet) been identified as either Full Blood/Poison Blood (Born Amazon,) or Lost Blood/Runner (Recruited into Amazon Society) in the story line. Half Blood is Born of an Amazon Mother and a male from outside of the Amazon Breeding Program

Some have not (yet) been Identified as to which House they belong to or specific positions within Amazon/Havenstone Society.

Specific relationships/positions have been identified where possible.

I hope this helps you keep track.

Amazon ROYAL HOUSE (Technically a Dead House)

Penthesilea: Queen of the Amazons (Amazon Royal House) during the time of the Iliad, Mother of Kwenhamai (AKA Molpadia) disrespected/killed by Ajax and Achilles, Introduced Ch. 31

Antiope: Queen of the Amazon after her sister Penthesilea is killed, (Amazon Royal House) variously described as having married Theseus and abandoning the amazons or been kidnapped by him, later killed by her Niece Molpadia, Introduced Ch. 31

Kwenhamai: The Unconquered (AKA Molpadia) (‘Death Song’ in the Amazon tongue, Cáel calls her Kwen), daughter of Penthesilea, Princess of the Royal House of the Amazons. Resurrected as part of the Champion’s (Ajax) retinue in order to try and restore her mother Penthesilea’s Honor after Ajax and Achilles disrespected/killed her. Kwenhamai/Molpadia was later killed by Theseus, Tyrant of Athens after she (Kwenhamai) killed Antiope, the New Queen of the Amazons and Penthesilea’s sister, Introduced Ch. 31

House ANAHIT

Hayden St. John: High Priestess of the Amazons. Mother of Sydney St. John, House Anahit. 1st Named Chapter 1.

Sydney St. John: Mother of Marilyn St. John, Daughter of Hayden St. John, Havenstone S.D., House Anahit 1st Named Chapter 5

Marilynn St. John: Daughter of Sydney St. John. Grand Daughter of Hayden St. John, House Anahit 1st Named Chapter 1.

House ANAT (Technically a Dead House)

Artimpasa: Twin Sister of Shammuramat, Once Head of House Anat. Killed by Shammuramat for being selected to lead House Anat over her. Deceased for many centuries, Introduced in CH 28,

Shammuramat: first ever “independent” queen of a nation-state – Assyria, 9th Century BCE. Abandoned the Host after killing her twin sister who was chosen to lead House Anat, another now dead House. Introduced to Cáel as “The Friendless” the by the Amazon Augur Tadêfi after a vison. Referred to as ‘Shammy’ by Cáel before she accepts Sakuniyas or Saku, Also known as ‘Salmu Eretu,’ Sērkuēn, and various other names. Traitor to the Host, murderer of her twin sister Artimpasa and under a sentence of death for the murder of her twin sister Artimpasa. Introduced in CH 25, Named in CH 27

House ANDRASTE

Shawnee: Head of House Arinniti, One of the twenty founding bloodlines, 1st Named Chapter 16

Oneida: Shawnee’s Junior/Apprentice of House Arinniti, youngest breeding female in House Arinniti, One of the twenty founding bloodlines, 1st Named Chapter 10

Priya Guerrero: House Andraste, S.D./Camp counselor at Camp Sahka Torchlight’. 1st named CH 26

Slayer of Testicles (SoT)

& 2: Amazon Full Bloods, Oneida’s personal bodyguards, House Arinniti, Nick-Named in Chapter 17

House BHADRA

No currently Identified members

House BENDIS

Gale: Junior/Apprentice of House Bendis, 1st Named Chapter 17 as Gale, In Chapter 18 as Gael

House COTYTTIA

Daphne Pile: Works for Katrina Love, VP of Havenstone Executive Services. Sister of Brielle, Granddaughter of Pamela, House Cotyttia. 1st Named Chapter 1. She, along with Desiree, are the first people Katrina informs that Cáel can speak Amazon.

Brielle Pile: Works for Olympia Shore. Havenstone Financial Investigative unit, Sister of Daphne, Granddaughter of Pamela, House Cotyttia. 1st Named Chapter 1. She and an unnamed compatriot make a game of ambushing Cáel in the elevator at the start of each day.

Pamela Pile: Retired, Havenstone Executive Services (Most lethal Amazon Assassin of the 20th Century) Cáel’s Knife fighting instructor, Grandmother of Daphne and Brielle. House Cotyttia 1st Named Chapter 15. She is Cáel’s soul-mate/psychic twin/surrogate Grandmother/Mentor/guardian/slayer kütahya escort of Cáel O’Shea, Cáel Nyilas/Ishara’s Grandfather

House CHANDALA BHIKSHUKI

No currently Identified members

House DURGA

No currently Identified members

House EPONA

Ms. Katrina Love: Head of House Epona, VP of Executive Services. Daughter of Sedona, Caitlyn’s sister, Amazon title “‘First Bearer of the Sun Spear through the Halls of Night and Death’,” (Think Head of KGB, FSB, CIA, MI 5 & 6, GSG 9, Intelligence, Counter Intelligence and Assassination) 1st Named Chapter 1. She is revealed to be sterile, the sister/relative of Desiree & Caitlyn and the Aunt of Loraine, Europa and Aya. With Hayden and Tessa, she created the ‘New Directive’, though in a stronger format. She remains a close ally and Mentor of Cáel despite some crushing encounters.

Arwen: Katrina’s Junior/Apprentice and cousin, House Epona, 1st Named Chapter 16

Desiree Fredrickson: Works for Katrina Love, VP of Havenstone Executive Services. Technically Half Blood but is Katrina and Caitlyn’s maternal half-sister, House Epona, 1st Named Chapter 1.

Sedona Love: Daughter of Andromeda. Mother of Katrina Love, House Epona. 1st Named Chapter 1.

Caitlyn Ruger: Mother of Aya, Europa and Loraine. Katrina’s sister. House Epona, 1st Named Chapter 3, 1st Named Chapter 4

Loraine Ruger: (age 16), Daughter of Caitlyn. House Epona, 1st Named Chapter 3

Europa Ruger: (age 13), Daughter of Caitlyn. House Epona, 1st Named Chapter 3

Aya Ruger: (age 9), Daughter of Caitlyn. Absolutely devoted to Cáel, Cáel feels the same about her. House Epona, 1st Named Chapter 3. Cáel and Aya develop a father-daughter bond. Informally allowed to create her own War band the ‘Fatal Squirts’ at Summer camp (ch27). Also allowed an “honorific” name. In CH39 Cáel begins calling her Dumu (Duma is the OKH diminutive for ‘daughter’)

House HANWASUIT

Beyoncé Vincennes: Head of House Hanwasuit 1st Named Chapter 1. As of Chapter 5 she becomes a staunch supporter of the New Directive, Katrina and Cáel.

House HYLONOME

Hedwig: Head of the Hylonome band attacked by Ajax, (Presumed Deceased?) 1st mentioned in Chapter 34

Aliz Loma: Amazon That abandoned House Hylonome to marry Dr. Arsenije Loma: Mother of Dijana Loma, Vasilije Loma and unnamed son, Aunt of Zola, Sister of Anna (Deceased?) 1st introduced in Chapter 34

Zola: Amazon, House Hylonome, child of Anna (Presumed Deceased), Niece of Aliz, The Hylonome are dedicated Wanderers/Nomadic Amazon, Inconclusive if it was actually Kwen (AKA Kwenhamai/Molpadia/Death Song) that allowed her to escape to warn Cáel and Aliz, 1st Introduced in Chapter 34,

Kara: Amazon, House Hylonome, (Presumed Deceased) Sacrificed herself for Zola, 1st mentioned in Chapter 34

Anna: Sister of Aliz, mother of Zola, (Presumed Deceased) House Hylonome, 1st mentioned in Chapter 34

House ILLYANKAMUNUS/SZÉLANYA

Sabrina: Head of House Illuyankamunus, Introduced in CH37

Alkonyka: Real name Ildiko Lovasz, unknowingly member of the “Lost” Amazon House Illuyankamunus, (House of the Dragon) Sister of Angyalka Lovasz, Cáel has sworn to sponsor SzélAnya as Matron Deity the new House SzélAnya, Introduced Ch. 31

Angyalka Lovasz: unknowingly member of the “Lost” Amazon House Illuyankamunus, (House of the Dragon), Sister to Ildiko Lovasz (aka Alkonyka), Cáel has sworn to sponsor SzélAnya as Matron Deity the new House SzélAnya, Introduced Ch. 31

Dr. Arsenije Loma: (Sort of Amazon?) unknowingly a member of House Illuyankamunus through the Male line, Serbian Professor of Eastern European Studies, Father of Dijana Loma, Vasilije Loma and unnamed son, 1st introduced in Chapter 34.

Dijana Loma (Sort of Amazon?) unknowingly a member of House Illuyankamunus Through the her father and/or House Hylonome line through her mother, Daughter of Dr. Arsenije and Aliz Loma, 1st introduced in Chapter 34.

Vasilije Loma: (Sort of Amazon?)unknowingly a member of House Illuyankamunus Through the Male line, Son of Dr. Arsenije Loma, Brother of Dijana Loma, Boyfriend of Hajnalka (NLN) 1st introduced in Chapter 34

Bolu: Male Amazon, (Deceased) House Illuyankamunus/SzélAnya, Along with Vranus, one of the Two Adult Ash men to survive the 2nd Great Betrayal and continue the Legacy of the Male Amazon along with the last 3 Arinniti sons, 1st Mentioned in CH 16, 1st Named in CH 34 Male Amazon, (Deceased)

House INARA

Zarana: (age 14) House Inara, Teenager at Camp ‘Sahka Torchlight.’ Twin sister to Vaski. Initially insults Cáel but learns a valuable lesson. 1st named CH 26

Vaski: (age 14) House Inara, Teenager at Camp ‘Sahka Torchlight.’ Twin sister to Zaran: (Vaski is also Cáel’s Grandmother’s name) 1st named CH 26

House ISHARA

Cáel Nyilas: A ‘New Directive’ intern. Of Magyar and Irish Gaelic descent. The Magyar have cultural roots with the Finnish, Turks, and Bulgarians. Grandson of Cáel O’Shea (Deceased/Resurrected Illuminati manisa escort Leader), Graduated from Bolingbrook College with a Business Major and a Philosophy minor. Works for Katrina Love, VP of Havenstone Executive Services, 1st Named Chapter 1. He speaks 4 current languages (English, French, Spanish and Russian) and ten dead languages (including Old Kingdom Hittite, which is also the native language of the Amazons)

He is an oversexed, incredibly fit and morally ambiguous serial dater. His body bears scars from numerous romantic mis-adventures.

Later discovered to be the descendant of Vranus, an “Ash Man” of House Ishara during the 2nd Great Betrayal. Cáel becomes the Head of House Ishara, one of the 1st twenty Houses previously believed to have died out.

His Father is Ferko Nyilas and his Mother is Sibeal O’Shea Nyilas.

Cáel has an Aunt Stella on his father’s side. She is a crab-fisherwoman living in Maryland. (Non Amazon) The Isharan House has been passed down through the MALE blood line.

He has 10 (unknown until Chapter 19) O’Shea Aunts and one Uncle. After Ferko’s murder, Aunt Stella reveals that Sibeal did not die of cancer and is still alive and in hiding from her family.

Later becomes referred to as Ishara and Wakko Ishara. Aya calls him alternately Daddy, ‘Fehér mén’ (White Stallion) and Atta (OKH for ‘respectful’ Father) the term is largely religious and only used in the terms of female divinities referring to divine paternals. NOHIO (Number One House Ishara Official), HCIESI-NDI (Havenstone Commercial Investments Executive Services’ Intern – New Directive Initiative), UHAUL – Unpaid Honcho Assigned to Unit L. HIs work with the Great Khan and the Khanate earns him the titles -Prince of Hungary and Transylvania – “Magyarorszag es Erdely Hercege” {Hungarian} – “Prinţul Ungariei şi Transilvaniei” {Romanian}, Royal Prince of Armenia and Georgia – “Prinţul Regal al Armeniei şi Georgiei” {Romanian} – “Armenia és Geoegia Királyi Hercege” {Hungarian}, Royal Prince of Albania – “Albánia Királyi Hercege” {Hungarian} – “Prinţul Regal al Albaniei” {Romanian}

Ferko Nyilas: Cáel’s father (deceased Ch 19), technically should have been the Head of House Ishara, Named/1st Named Chapter 19

Buffy Dubois: Works for Katrina Love, VP of Havenstone Executive Services. ‘Lost Blood’ or “Runner” Becomes First new member of House Ishara after Cáel Nyilas and Cáel’s Junior/Apprentice. 1st Named Chapter 1. Buffy retains an unsanctioned feud with Elsa. Buffy qualified for the Security Detail, but was denied entry by Elsa because Buffy wasn’t a full-blooded Amazon. Becomes known as “Yakko Ishara” within House Ishara in CH 26, also is addresses as the ‘First,’ ‘First’ implies a deep, romantic relationship with the Head of House including possessing insight into the Head’s mindset

Helena Shultz: Works for Katrina Love, VP of Havenstone Executive Services. “Originally Lost Blood” or “Runner” 2nd Person Cáel inducted into House Ishara, upon adoption into House Ishara becomes the Keeper of the House records, 1st Named Chapter 1.

Madori Yalda: Senior of the ‘Runners’ inducted into House Ishara after Buffy and Helena, First named in Chapter 22

Vranus: House Ishara, one of 2 Warrior Males members of the Amazon Host that were ordered to leave at the end of the 2nd Great Betrayal by House Arinniti, Cáel’s multi-great grandfather, 1st Named Chapter 16

Marsha: Amazon ‘Runner,’ one of the twenty Runners inducted into House Ishara at Ferko’s funeral, 1st Named Chapter 20

Wilma Draper: Havenstone Security team (NOT S.D.) Amazon ‘Runner’ inducted into House Ishara in CH 28, 1st Named Chapter 22

Jenna: Runner inducted to House Ishara, Havenstone Acquisitions, Part of the initial Amazon team assisting the Ninja Clans, 1st named CH 30

House JAYA

Charlotte: Havenstone S.D., (Cáel’s security detail) Amazon, Dies assisting Cáel in killing Ajax in Romania, House Jaya, 1st Named Chapter 18

Mona: Havenstone S.D., (Cáel’s security detail) Amazon, (House Jaya ID’d in CH34)1st Named Chapter 18, (identified as Constanza’s foster sister in CH 28)

House MARDA

Kohar Marda: Becomes Head of House Marda when Ursula “Went to the Cliffs” after Hayden’s final act as High Priestess. 1st named CH 26

Ursula: Former Head of House Marda, 1st Named Chapter 5. Hard-liner. Is killed as a traitor the Amazons by Hayden’s last decree

Leona: House Marda, 1st Named Chapter 5. Killed by Hayden for defying the Council’s New Directive.

House MEENAKSHI

Madi: Head of House Meenakshi, 1st Named Chapter 1.

Rhada: Madi’s Apprentice, House Meenakshi, 1st Named Chapter 1. She is the ‘apprentice’ of Madi, thus her designated successor on the Amazon Council. She also develops a convoluted and socially dangerous sexual relationship with Cáel.

House MIELIKKI

Febe: Head of House Mielikki, Introduced in CH38

Caprica Mielikki, Leader of the S.D. group that picked up Cáel on his trip to see Aya at “Camp Sahka Torchlight’. 1st named CH 26

House mardin escort DOBRANI

Messina Dobrani: Head of House Minerva, Fabiola’s Mother, 1st Named Chapter 5

Fabiola Dobrani: Havenstone Executive Services (ES), Daughter of Messina, House Minerva 1st Named Chapter 1. Like her mother, Fabiola is a ‘hard-liner’, believing the Amazons should butcher their old, diseased male population and replace them by kidnapping new males.

House MOOKAMBIKA

No currently Identified members

House RAJAH

Naomi: Havenstone S.D.: House Rajah, 1st Named Chapter 12

House ŠAUŠKA

Troika: Former head of House Šauška. One of the Head of Houses killed my Hayden’s final Act, Formerly Head of Havenstone ‘Diplomatic Corps’, 1st Named Chapter 19

Konstantina: House Šauška, Havenstone ‘Diplomatic Corps’, Identified in CH28

House ŽIVA

Wiesława: Havenstone S.D., House Živa, 1st Named Chapter 22

Amazon’s Without Identified Houses/Havenstone Employees not already identified

*****” St. Marie: Marshal of the Amazon Host, Commander of the Security Directorate (S.D.), Amazon Title “Mistress of the Golden Mare,” Full Blood, House? 1st Named Chapter 13, Cáel calls her Pony Lady though he is forbidden to call her that by Hayden.

Rachel Louis: Amazon Full Blood, Havenstone S.D., (Chief of Cáel’s security detail) House? 1st Named Chapter 18

Tiger Lily: Amazon Full Blood, Havenstone S.D., (Cáel’s security detail) House? Native American of Shoshone heritage, 1st Named Chapter 18

Velma: Amazon Full Blood, Havenstone S.D., (Cáel’s apartment security detail) House? 1st Named Chapter 19

Sabina: Amazon Full Blood, Havenstone S.D., Last surviving S.D. member assigned to Ferko Nyilas’, Cáel’s father. Also the person who ultimately killed him by accident, House? 1st Named Chapter 20

Sophia: Amazon Full Blood, S.D./Senior ‘Camp counselor’ at Camp ‘Sahka Torchlight’. 1st named CH 26

Genève: Amazon Full Blood, Havenstone S.D., Camp counselor’ at Camp ‘Sahka Torchlight’. Introduced in CH26, 1st named CH 27. Younger Sister to Rachel (Cáel’s SD head of security)

Crewe: Amazon Full Blood, Havenstone S.D., House? 1st Named Chapter 2.

Aisha: Amazon Full Blood, Havenstone S.D., Amazon, House? 1st Named Chapter 7

Stanica: Amazon Full Blood, Havenstone S.D., House? 1st Named Chapter 12

Felicité: Amazon Full Blood, Havenstone S.D., 1st Named Chapter 22

Krasimira: Amazon title “Keeper of Records” (AKA Amazon Historian/Legal Arbitrator), Amazon Full Blood, House (?), 1st Named Chapter 16

Tessa Carmichael: Head of Havenstone Human Resources (HR). Amazon Full Blood, House? 1st Named Chapter 1. She is a close ally of Katrina.

Umami Lhasa: Assistant to Tessa Carmichael, Havenstone Human Resources (HR), Amazon Full Blood, House? 1st Named Chapter 1

Farah Winters: Havenstone Human Resources (HR). Amazon Full Blood, House? 1st Named Chapter 14

Rosetta: Amazon Full Blood, a Senior member of Havenstone Executive Services (ES), Amazon, House? 1st Named Chapter 18

Paula Wadena: Havenstone Executive Services (ES.) Amazon Full Blood, House? 1st Named Chapter 1.

Violet Maza: Works for Katrina Love, VP of Havenstone Executive Services (ES). Sister of Traska, Amazon Full Blood, House? 1st Named Chapter 1.

Theresa ‘Tigger’ Castro: Works for Katrina Love, VP of Havenstone Executive Services (ES). Amazon Full Blood, House? 1st Named Chapter 1.

Julian Jameson: VP in charge of Acquisition. Amazon Full Blood, House? 1st Named Chapter 1

Brian Fung: Chinese-American ‘New Directive’ intern.’ Graduated from Harvard. Works for Ms. Julian Jameson, VP in charge of Acquisition. Nick Named ‘The Chinchilla’ by his co-workers, 1st Named Chapter 1. The 3rd “New Hire” to be relocated and reduced to ‘sperm donor’ status.

Olympia Shore: head of the Financial Investigative unit (FI). Amazon Full Blood, House? 1st Named Chapter 1.

Trent Grant: “‘New Directive’ intern.’ Blue blood, Graduated from Carnegie-Melon. Works for Ms. Olympia Shore, head the Financial Investigative unit (FI). 1st Named Chapter 1. It is eventually revealed that Trent lied during the application process, claiming no serious romantic entanglements and not even mentioning his long-term girlfriend, Brooke Lee. He denied her in Katrina’s office and volunteered for the Far East Unit – aka washed out, the 2nd “New Hire” to be relocated and reduced to ‘sperm donor’ status.

Phalli Chandra: VP of International Finance (IF). Amazon Full Blood, House? 1st Named Chapter 1.

Khalid Adzharia: ‘New Directive’ intern.’ African-American, Graduated from MIT. Works for Ms. Phalli Chandra VP of International Finance (IF). The 1st “New Hire” to be relocated and reduced to ‘sperm donor’ status 1st Named Chapter 1.

Tia Pharos: VP of Havenstone Business Management (BM). Amazon Full Blood, House? 1st Named Chapter 1

Felix Melena: “New Directive’ intern.” Salvadoran-American. Graduated from the University of Michigan – Ann Arbor. Works for Ms. Tia Pharos, VP of Business Management (BM) 1st Named Chapter 1. He later gets into a feud with Cáel, seduces Brooke to get back at him then makes a public display of his deed on the main floor of the Executive Office Department. Cáel challenges him to fight and beats Felix in a matter of seconds due to Felix’s overconfidence.

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I placed the ‘Love Pillow’ in the center of the bed and arranged Gabby so that her butt was on the largest part – forcing her mons up off the bed. Her mons looked delicious sticking out like that. First things first though.

Then I searched around in the dresser until I found the sleeping mask that I had been given on one of those long overseas flights. Placing this over Gabby’s eyes, I told her not to move – I’d be right back.

In the garage I found the ear muffs I use when mowing the lawn – muffles even the loudest sound, I was sure it would muffle our lovemaking. I returned to the bedroom and put these over Gabby’s ears, telling her that she wouldn’t be able to hear me from now on until I decided to remove them.

Then I began putting the bungee cord ties with the cuffs on her. Since the cuffs fastened with Velcro – it was easy to tighten them – yet not so tight as to hurt. Once in place, I opened the dresser and removed the fur massage gloves I had.

I was just about to start when the telephone rang. Lifting one ear muff off Gabby I said, “I’ll be right back – don’t go anywhere.”

Picking up the telephone I said, “Hello.”

“Jim?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Jim, this is Gina. Gabby’s friend.”

“I know who you are.”

“Gabby called me this morning to let me know she was back in town. May I speak to her?”

“Gina. She’s kinda tied up right now. Can I have her call you back?”

“Well, I was kind of hoping to talk to her. Can she spare a couple of minutes?”

“Gina. ………… I mean she’s really tied up. Like on the bed, you know?”

“Oh!”

“Jim, can I come over? I’d love to see this.”

“Sure, but I’m not going to wait all day. I’ll unlock the front door and you just come on in. Be quiet though. I have Gabby blindfolded and she has ear muffs on to muffle the sound.” “How long before you get here?”

“Probably not more than a couple of minutes. I’m just turning on your street now. Just a couple of blocks and I’ll be there.”

“Hmmmm!! Did you and Gabby plan this?”

“No,” she laughed. “I was going to surprise tokat escort her. I guess I still will but in a different way now.”

“O.K.,” I hung up.

Gina would be a welcome addition. I rememberd her from the going away party for Gabby that I attended last year. Her office had gone all out to throw the party at work and I met all Gabby’s workmates.

Gina was kind of pretty. Beautiful smile with a lot of teeth – just right for scraping over the head of your cock. Well proportioned blonde. About 32 or so. Two teenage sons that made her life hell. Mentally I wondered just how hot she would be.

I unlocked the front door just as I saw her car pulling into the drive. Since I was naked, I retreated to the bedroom to begin with Gabby.

Taking one of the fur gloves, I put it on my left hand – leaving the other one for Gina, should she wish to play. I began at her feet. Slowly kissing and licking all around as I eased the fur glove up her leg toward her pussy. Slow, but not too slow, kissing my way toward her cunt. The more I stroked her, the more she wriggled around on the pillow.

Leaning over, I placed a juicy kiss right on the swollen lips of her cunt – inserting my tongue and flicking it over her clit – rapidly at first – then more slowly.

About this time I felt a cool hand on my cock – gripping it and stroking it – making it harder. Gina had arrived.

Glancing around, I saw that she hadn’t wasted any time. God only knows how far she flung her clothes when she undressed – they weren’t in sight.

I raised up a minute to take stock of Gina. Just as I remembered. Full hips. Large breasts that drooped slightly with the combined effect of maturity and gravity. Hell – tits that big couldn’t possibly stick straight out.

Gina blew a kiss at me and continued stroking my cock as she wet her lips. She was sexy as hell. Just a light down of blonde hair on her pussy. We might have to see about tying her and shaving that all off. Later.

I returned my attentions to Gabby. Kissing and tonguing my way up her body to her yozgat escort tits – gently nipping as I went. I sucked one nipple in my mouth – the left one with the nipple ring as I pinched the right nipple until it was red and inflamed.

Needless to say – Gabby wasn’t silent all this time. The constant moaning and thrashing told me that she thoroughly enjoyed what I was doing to her. Then I felt her stiffen.

Looking around, I saw Gina between Gabby’s thighs – slowly and methodically licking her pussy – flipping her clit as she passed – then back down – all the way to Gabby’s anus – then back up again.

Gabby had come to realize that there was someone else in the room and I’m not sure she knew who just yet.

Gina paused with her mouth on Gabby’s cunt – slowly tongue fucking her as she sucked on it – first gently – then hard – then gently again. Gabby began to quiver. I could see her orgasm wasn’t far away.

I picked up the solid gel dildo and pushed Gina’s head out of the way. Giving it to her, I told her, “Fuck Gabby with it. Slowly though – I want to keep her on the edge but I don’t want her to cum.”

As Gina fucked the big dildo in and out of Gabby’s cunt, I moved behind Gina. Placing my mouth on her sex I began licking her pussy and anus from behind. She was already wet as could be and I wanted to build her up fast. My hard cock needed some relief but I wanted to make sure Gina cum when I did.

I took the huge mushroom cap of my cock head and placed it against Gina’s pussy. Slowly I eased it in her until I almost bottomed out. I could feel the opening of Gina’s womb – resisting me. Pulling back – I plunged hard into her and my cock-head entered her womb.

Grasping her hips, I began sawing my huge cock in and out of her – forcing her into Gabby on the in stroke and pulling her away on the out stroke. By now Gina had given up on working the dildo in and out of Gabby. Placing her mouth on Gabby’s cunt, she began sucking and licking her as fast as she could while I continued my assault on her steaming pussy.

Then, just zonguldak escort when I thought I was about to cum – Gina squeezed my cock with her floor muscles – tightly – so tight that I could neither fuck in or out of her. That’s when I slapped her ass. Three or four times I spanked her until she loosened up and allowed me to continue. God! This woman had some powerful pussy muscles!

A few strokes later and my ball sac began to tighten just as Gina reached between her legs and squeezed them – I began to cum – long slow spurts of cum. I felt as though I would cum forever.

I looked over at Gabby and her body was beating a rapid tattoo against Gina’s mouth as she was cumming too.

I took the anal beads and began to insert them in Gina’s ass – one at a time – forcing them into her until there were about 8 or 9 inside her. My cock had not deflated on iota so I continued stroking in and out of her. Gina obviously had not reached a full climax yet.

As I continued to fuck her, I began pulling the beads out – one at a time – very slowly. Until there were only a couple left. Grasping the string, I yanked them out and immediately plunged my hard cock in her.

Gina’s thighs began quivering. She was losing it. The tension of being in this position – then cumming – took all her energy and she collapsed against Gabby’s pussy forcing my tumescent cock to fall out of her cunt.

I moved to Gabby’s side and lay down – reaching over to kiss her. That’s when I felt a mouth on my cock.

Looking down, I saw Roxanne – sucking and cleaning my cock. She was sucking gently on my mushroom cap – causing my erection to partially return. I was exhausted.

Roxanne and I had emailed each other for a couple of years, off and on – she worked somewhere in the Midwest but I didn’t know where. We had talked and shared a lot but we had never met. The last time I emailed her, I had given her my address and told her that, if she were ever in the neighborhood, to look me up. For her to show up like this – and to just fit right in with the flow of things – well, that just blew me away.

I knew her instantly from the one picture I have of her. Tall. Statuesque body with flaring hips and perfectly formed titties. Long blonde hair. Yes – this was Roxanne.

Gina rose to use the bathroom and I took that opportunity to extract my sore cock from Roxanne’s mouth. I needed a rest.

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Brad Nyler balanced his groceries and fumbled with the deadlock. As he stepped inside he trod on the envelope, picked it up, closed the door with his foot and proceeded to the kitchen.

Notes usually meant trouble and expense. Someone’s sink was dripping, their lights flickering, or their air conditioning broken down. He tossed the dreaded message on the counter and ignored it while he put the groceries away, then cracked himself a beer and took the envelope along to the balcony. Sitting in his favourite deck chair, he took a couple of stiff swigs from the can before opening the envelope.

***

Dear Brad,

I have a fantasy about a tradesman catching me naked. He leaves his work and approaches me. He’s gentle, but he wants me and means to get what he wants. I let him seduce me.

That’s my fantasy, but if it really happened I don’t know how I would react. I think I’m too afraid of rejection.

I watch you working around this place, and sometimes I daydream that it’s you who catches me naked. But I’ve never let you do it. Then I counted the women in this motel. There are twenty-three of us, so I can write you this letter and you never have to know who I am. Since you don’t know who I am, you can’t really reject me. All you can do is accept or reject an idea.

So here’s the deal. If you would like to help me live out my fantasy just tie a piece of cloth to your balcony railing tonight . Then just wait because I’ll make the next move.

If you help me live out my fantasy, I’ll do the same for you, with any fantasy you have. Love,

Daydreamer

***

He read the note four times. Its content was clear the first time, but it took three more tries before his ego was satisfied. Women had hit on him before, but never this blatantly. He was about as flattered as he could get.

Brad Nyler owned Orchard Court, a thirty unit log motel in Bantam, California. Ten years earlier he’d been told about a recreational theme park planned for the area. He put a down payment on the place and got a mortgage. The theme park opened three years later, but was so big it had it’s own hotels, campsites and shops. Local motels like Orchard Court gained little from its presence except increased property taxes.

After that shock Brad decided he needed more revenue to service his mortgage, so he converted the motel into long term rentals. He rented mainly to single women because they were more reliable at paying their rent. He’d had a few flings with tenants since then, but never experienced anything like this anonymous letter.

At sunset that night Nyler walked onto his balcony again, with an old motel towel, and tied it to the iron railing where it was visible from every unit in Orchard Court.

***

The next few days Brad went quietly about his business but heard nothing from the anonymous fantasy lover. By the fourth day he was wondering if she had gotten cold feet, but discovered otherwise at sundown.

It was a Thursday evening, and as part of his regular Thursday routine, he carried his household rubbish to the dumpster. After tossing the sacks he turned to look straight into unit nineteen, where a very naked Jennifer Wetzel was drying her hair.

Nyler was mesmerized by her beauty. Miss Wetzel was a young teacher, who had moved in two months ago, after landing her first teaching contract at Bantam Primary School. She was a stunner no matter what she wore, but in her birthday suit she was a living work of fine art. Every contour was chiseled precisely, from her seductive face to her delicate ankles. Her breasts were soft and large, swaying enticingly with every move she made. Although her tummy was concave, the bush of blonde hair at her crotch grew on an accentuated mound that stood like a drawbridge to her vagina. This was all supported on the kind of slim but athletic legs that belong in ads for opera hose.

She stopped drying her hair for a moment, feeling it with her fingers to assess its dampness, and that’s when their eyes met. She pulled the towel quickly to her front, using it like a barely adequate curtain to cover her breasts and abdomen. It was a smooth action, providing an appearance of modesty while leaving plenty of skin on display. Brad wondered how often she had rehearsed it, and that thought made him smile. For a moment she gazed at him apprehensively, then a naughty smile took over. Her eyes widened and she extended her fingers to open her clenched fists, allowing the towel to fall to the floor.

Brad exhaled a breath he had been holding since he first laid eyes upon her. Jennifer Wetzel had left him breathless. She walked to the sliding glass door of her patio area, flipped its latch and slid it ajar. Then with an even broader smile verging on laughter, she turned and walked to her kitchenette.

As Brad Nyler opened the door and stepped inside, she was taking two glasses from a cupboard and placing them on the counter.

“I always keep a bottle of Heinkel Trokken for…” she paused, “special occasions. Do you like it?”

“Champagne ordu escort isn’t?”

“It would be if it was French instead of German,” she replied.

“Sounds fine to me.”

“I have some Grand Marnier if you’d prefer?”

“Champagne will be fine.”

Jennifer opened the fridge and bent over to get the wine from a lower shelf. Like everything else about her body, her aft was made as much for art as love. Her feminine shoulder blades crowned an elegantly arched back, ending with cute pelvic dimples, which in turn crowned buttocks that rivaled her breasts in their full, round loveliness. She turned back to the counter, placed the bottle next to the glasses and began tearing away the cover, to gain access to its wire clamp.

“I love drinking Champagne in the nude, but it’s more fun if the man I’m sharing it with is naked too.”

Brad needed no coaxing. It was her fantasy and he wanted her to guide him through it. She watched with amusement as he quickly undressed, leaving his clothes on the floor next to her abandoned towel. The plastic stopper popped and bounced off the ceiling. She poured the bubbly into the flutes as he removed his last items of clothing, .

Miss Wetzel walked over to him, handed him a glass, then stared for a long moment at his organ. It was pointing at some high mark on the wall, close to the ceiling. She moved her hand slowly toward it, a serious expression of longing covering her features. Wrapping his manhood in her palm, she turned her attention back to his eyes. The irresistible bad girl’s smile returned. She slid her hand along the length of his hard organ. At its tip she almost let go, but not quite. Instead she clasped his glans between her fingers and squeezed them just hard enough to make him draw back. Then she laughed, turned and walked into the bedroom.

***

Pleasing women had never been a problem for Brad Nyler. In fact, his partners often had five or six orgasms before he would ejaculate. Brad was one of the twenty-percent of men in the USA who are uncircumcised. This meant fewer orgasms for Brad but made him popular with the ladies, so he didn’t mind at all.

Jennifer Wetzel had never had an uncircumcised lover before so she was eager to try it out – every which way. Before they fell asleep at about three AM, Brad’s pecker had been in Jennifer’s mouth five times; in her pussy three times plus once in her anus; she’d given him two orgasms with her hands; tried it with her feet to no avail; also tried and failed between her tits, but was delighted to see him shoot his load across her torso from her left armpit.

Brad couldn’t remember ever meeting a woman more adventurous in bed. When she wasn’t playing with his dick, she was dreaming up new ways for him to enjoy her own body. Sexual taboos were not permitted in Miss Wetzel’s bedroom. At one point, she even had him blindfold her and tie her feet and hands to the bead head, then had him perform oral sex across the full length of her crotch. If there had been an Olympiad for sex, Jennifer Wetzel would have been its star athlete.

When he awoke in the morning she was already wide eyed and waiting. After good morning kisses, her tongue weaved its way down his neck, across his chest and stomach, and all around the circumference of his morning erection. Once she had him stiff and wet enough to meet her standards, she straddled him and rubbed the tip of his member against her clitoris until they both came with loud delirious moans. After that they showered together, ate a quick breakfast and headed off to start their workdays. Although he was determined never to admit it to anyone, especially to the lovely Jennifer Wetzel, Brad had to stumble exhausted back to his suite and sleep for an extra four hours to recover from her outstanding feminine favours.

***

Nyler didn’t get much work done around the property that Friday. He spent most of the day nursing his body back to its full sexual vigor. Realising he had a sensual tigress on his hands, Brad decided to pay a visit to the local sex emporium. He bought two bottles of flavoured massage oil, one peppermint the other orange. Then he dropped into a supermarket and got a few bottles of Heinkel Trokken.

Jennifer returned at five-thirty that afternoon. Brad waited about fifteen minutes for her to get settled in before phoning her.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he told her. “I’m no Don Juan, but you are easily the most satisfying lover I’ve ever known. I must see you again, and I’ve got a fantasy of my own to share with you.”

“You mean we left something out last night? That’s hard to believe, unless it’s so unhealthy it doesn’t bear thinking about.”

“My imagination is healthy enough,” he stated.

Jennifer was silent for some time before she finally invited him over.

“I’m not sure if this is very smart of me, but I guess you’d better come over. Make it about seven thirty.”

She sounded a little domineering, but he drove that idea from his mind.

There’s osmaniye escort nothing single minded about her, Brad thought, other than her concentrated sexual energy. Jennifer Wetzel is a free spirit. She wouldn’t have any obsessions or hang-ups. She’s not the type.

In any case, Brad Nyler was so hungry for her, he would willingly have endured hot wax, bondage and flagellation in return for a repeat of their previous evening together.

***

At seven-thirty Brad was at the door of number nineteen Orchard Court, carrying a bag containing the flavoured body oils and a well chilled bottle of German champagne.

Jennifer looked different. Her hair was held up with barrettes. She was heavily made-up with dark eye shadow, brilliant red lipstick and brightly rouged cheeks. Her top was a cropped corset shirt trimmed with lace, which tied down the front with a silk lanyard. Its low neckline and parted front revealed that she was braless. Below her bare midriff she wore a tight half length red leather skirt with a silver belt, and a pair of suede elfin type boots that just covered her ankles. It was not what Brad had expected, and his surprise must have shown on his face.

“My new outfit, I bought it today. The fifties beatnik look. Do you like it?”

Although her attire looked aggressively seductive, the naughty smile had been replaced by a sweeter version that softened her intentionally hard appearance. It made him feel more at ease as he entered her suite.

“You look great. Funny, though, I figured you for the kind of girl who makes her own clothes.”

“Not a chance. Do-it-yourself is not my style. I like full service, or didn’t you notice?”

“Oh, I noticed,” he grinned.

“What’s in the bag?”

Brad placed the bottle of Heinkel Trokken on her coffee table, then took out the flavoured body oils.

“This is yours,” he said handing her the bottles. “I’ve got two similar ones. Guess what we’re going to do with them.”

“Is this the fantasy you mentioned?”

“Part of it.”

Jennifer eyed him suspiciously. She looked him up and down as though she was a banker and he had just asked her for a major loan. He thought he had better reveal his whole plan, in case she really thought he had something terribly sick in mind.

“First we get full body massages with the oil. You get a massage with peppermint oil because I like peppermint. Since you drink Grand Marnier I got orange too. We can play any games you want then, provided we lick it all off before we fall asleep.”

She thought about it for a moment; studied the bottles in her hands; eyed him hawkishly again, then a look came over her as though she had an idea.

“Any games I want. Did you say any games I want?”

“You name it. After last night, I’ll follow you anywhere.”

Her gorgeous trademark smirk came back. She carried it into every sensual adventure like a calling card. That smile was the nuclear warhead in Miss Wetzel’s arsenal of seduction. It was more than naughty. It was so full of black magical lust it verged on criminal. In another time, any woman who smiled that way would have been called a witch.

“Get your clothes off,” she said, ” the glasses are in the top left cupboard.”

While he undressed, Jennifer closed drapes, dimmed lights and turned some music on. From the bedroom closet she fetched a bed sheet and a box of sex toys. Then she moved the coffee table aside creating a large open floor area. Finally, she released the belt and waist buttons of her skirt and stepped out of it. Underneath she had knickers that matched her corset top: a dark paisley pattern with a silky white drawstring, and a large round oval missing at the crotch, revealing yet another surprise for Brad. Her blonde pubic hair was gone. Her pussy was as bald as a baby’s bum.

She took another glass of wine from him and then pointed at his own. “Drain that,” she said, “you won’t be having another for a while.”

With a slight twinge of uncertainty he decided to keep doing everything she asked. Hours before this woman had treated him to a most incredible night of love. He knew the extent of her powers, and was ready to let her lead him into whatever sensual realm she felt was appropriate. As Brad struggled to quickly drain the glass of gaseous wine, Jennifer spread the sheet over the floor like a large throw rug. When he had finished the drink she told him to lay on his back, then she gave the massage oil a shake, and went to work on him.

Jennifer straddled him backwards, with her buttocks pointed toward his face. She bent forward, poured some oil along his shins, and began rubbing in a smooth rowing motion. As she worked her way up his body she shifted backwards until her posterior was suspended over his stomach. He reached for her, wanting to pull off the panties, and touch her fascinating bottom, but she reached back and slapped his hands away.

“It’s coming, be patient,” she directed.

By the time her hands reached sinop escort his groin, she had shifted so far back that on every backstroke of her rowing motion, her bare labia grazed his face smearing its wetness from his chin to forehead. He tried to catch her clitoris with this tongue each time it passed by, but was never sure he’d succeeded. Then her vagina was gone. She had left his groin, shifted further back to work the oil into his stomach and rib cage. Now her breasts brushed his face with each stroke, but they were still inside her paisley corset. He could only close his eyes and breathe deeply to inhale her glorious fragrance.

Jennifer stopped at his neck, and told him to roll over on his stomach. Brad obeyed and the massage began again, starting at the shoulders this time. Her fingernails dug into his back so roughly he worried she might draw blood, but he had no will to stop her. This mistress of seduction made even pain a pleasure. On his buttocks she literally slapped the oil into his skin. Then after a quick application to the back of his thighs, she asked him to stand up, which he did.

Miss Wetzel examined his glistening body like an artist contemplating a work in process. He noticed she had grabbed a latex rubber hood from the toy box. It was a foreboding looking thing. Then she looked into his eyes, and reached out to gently cup his head in her hand. The sweet smile returned, making her appear almost like an innocent maiden. Her eyes were soft and warm despite the heavy makeup.

“Do you trust me?” she asked. “I need total trust if we’re both going to be satisfied.”

He hesitated to answer, increasingly aware of a change in her since the night before, and more than a little worried about the latex mask. He wanted to ask questions, to clarify a few things, but then her little girl smile turned into a pout. She looked disappointed.

“You don’t trust me. You think I want to hurt you.”

“No I don’t, but I’ve never done anything like this before.”

As soon as the words left his lips he regretted saying them. He blushed like a schoolboy unexpectedly kissed in a crowded school yard. Her smile drifted back. She took his hands and held them against her breasts.

“I’m a teacher. It comes naturally to me, but I need your trust.”

Brad felt too much of a sexual greenhorn to put up an argument. This woman had a way of boxing him in, so that logical considerations like fear all had to be turned over to her. She made it the most comfortable option. He sensed that resistance would mean losing her, a prospect worse by far than leaving himself in her sensuous hands.

“This is going to be fun, I promise,” she said, just before she pulled the latex hood over his head.

The hood had two small air holes in the vicinity of his nostrils, plus a hole with a zipper for his mouth, and two more for his eyes. She left the eye holes open but closed the one for his mouth.

“I take it you have no use for my tongue right now,” Brad remarked, finding it a little difficult to speak through the tight latex.

“Don’t concern yourself with any of it. Leave it all to Miss Jenny,” she said.

She allowed him to watch as she took implements from the box and applied them. His hands were cuffed behind his back, and his ankles shackled a few inches apart. A small leather belt the size of a cat’s collar was tightened around his scrotum and the base of his penis causing the tackle to protrude in front of him like an absurd gargoyle. Then she closed his eye holes and told him to kneel down. There was a short pause. He heard a click behind him, then the zip at his mouth opened.

“Open wide.”

He opened his mouth, expecting her to kiss him, but instead she quickly stuffed a rubber ball inside and closed the zipper again. The girl who yesterday left him breathless now had him speechless too, but Brad was not so thrilled this time.

She made him stand again, then he head a rope slide across a log beam overhead, and suddenly his arms shot up behind his back to a painful height. He wanted to shout, “What the hell! Stop that!” but could utter more than muffled grunts. He bent forward to reduce the pain in his shoulders. She wrapped something elastic, probably a Bungy Cord he thought, twice around his thighs just above the knees just tightly enough to hinder circulation. Stiff clips were attached to his nipples, and something that felt like a light bulb was plunged into his anus. It seemed there was scarcely a nerve in his body that wasn’t pleading for relief. Yet all this only preceded the most terrifying development of all.

Nyler heard the sound of rope on the log beam again, then felt the rope around his neck. He tried to hobble away, but she was too quick. The attempt only encouraged her to pull the rope faster and taughter. The only way to evade choking was to stand upright, but when he did so, the pain increased in his shoulders as a result of his arms being suspended behind him. He screamed with agony as he forced himself to stand upright, choosing the shoulder pain over possible asphyxiation.

As he adjusted to the pain and his screams dissipated into laboured breathing and grunts, he felt her hand caress his chest. Then she was next to his ear, speaking softly and gently, but plainly and with a firmness he was learning not to ignore.

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I stumbled through the red curtain that separated the main hall of the mansion from the large dressing room that my fellow Charites used more as an ‘undressing room’. I whined as I walked across the large rectangular space and sat my wide naked bottom down upon one of the soft red-cushioned swivel chairs in there. My pussy felt wrecked, stretched out and really sore, and I was going to have to deal with that.

My name is Greta, Greta Klein, but I have a new name now, Ariadne, pronounced ‘Arie-odd-knee’, that name meaning ‘utterly pure’, though I felt nowhere near pure at the moment. I had just been ass-fucked by my first Hermes, one of the rich and powerful men that came here to Aphrodite’s Arms to fulfill their sexual desires, Aphrodite’s Arms being the most exclusive club for prostitution in the entire world. My ass, however, was not what was bothering me. That man that had just taken my Charites ‘virginity’ had also used a huge strap-on dildo on me, spread my pussy wider than a pop can, and I was definitely feeling that burn right now.

My Horae, pronounced ‘Ohr-riss’, was a young African American woman the same age as I was, twenty-two, and I knew her as Kennedy, but here in this place she was called ‘Callisto’. Because she was my Horae, my handler and trainer, I was only permitted to call her ‘my Horae’. It was demeaning, but I was being paid one million dollars to work here for a full year, and my college education was paid for on top of that, so being servile was just something I was going to have to get used to.

As a Charites, pronounced ‘Ka-ree-tess’, I was a handmaiden of Aphrodite, a title and station I had to live up to here at Aphrodite’s Arms. That meant I serviced a number of Hermes every night I worked, that schedule being every other night when I was not on my period. I had a number of rules to follow, and I still did not know many of those rules, and the punishment for not following them was…strict. Getting two marks meant you got put up in the stocks for six hours, six hours of ball-gagged captive fucking by all of the Hermes lined up to get a piece of your ass for free while they were here. This was my first night here, my debut, and I did not want to screw up and get put up on stage in the stocks. The thought of it terrified me.

This place was not what I’d expected it to be. For one thing, I was to be nude my entire year here, and I was only allowed to wear a thong when I was on my period. Otherwise, my little white bowtie and soft white-felt slip on shoes were my only other articles of clothing allowed. Not only that, but the birth control they had me on, the Olympian Ambrosia, drove my libido through the roof. I was constantly horny, and that first month of taking it before I came here caused me to masturbate so often that I thought I had a sexual disorder. To top it off I was going to be ‘given’ a ring after my first night here, a silver diamond ring that I would NOT be wearing on a finger. No, that ring was going in my right labia, and I wasn’t looking forward to that piercing, either.

I had just been a normal college student before Kennedy had handpicked me out of thousands of girls across a number of universities. She had convinced me to prostitute myself for a lot of money and benefits, something I just couldn’t say no to. I had never even considered becoming any kind of a prostitute; such a thing was something I had frowned upon heavily in the past. Now I was here, and I had just serviced my first Hermes, so…I officially felt like a whore. It did not sit well in my psyche.

I should have known this would happen. Even with my sore pussy bothering me, it was my own guilt that was bothering me more. I slumped in the chair I was in, my blue eyes watering a little as I felt the weight of it all hit me. I’d just had sex with a man for money, and I did not like the feeling it brought down upon me. It made me feel worthless, made me feel like a liar and a hypocrite. I had never had anything against sex workers, but…that didn’t mean I’d ever wanted to become one. It was really hitting me hard.

I was a blue-eyed twenty-two-year-old white girl, five-five, one-hundred and thirty-eight pounds, with an hourglass figure, C-cup breasts with large brownish-red nipples, and good hips with a very bald, very shaved, and very visible vulva between my legs. I used to have long curly black hair, but now my hair was in a short, short pixie cut and dyed blonde to fit in with my new persona as Ariadne, the Utterly Pure One. However, this new identity of mine was proving difficult to accept, even for the amount of money I was being offered.

I cried a little in my red-cushioned swivel chair as another Charites walked in and sat down across from me. She was nude, of course, wearing only a black bowtie and soft black-felt slip on shoes, a white girl like myself but a little older maybe, probably in her mid-twenties. She was taller than I, at least five-ten, but she was lithe with a little bit of athletic muscle as opposed to my short hourglass figure. kırşehir escort She had a sharp face with startling green eyes, that sharply attractive face ringed by long curly black hair set up in a pony tail, hair much like my own before mine had been cut and dyed. She had little B-cup breasts with brick-red nipples in the centers of them, and she spread her legs open as she sat down across from me, displaying her open pussy to show off the six silver rings along her inner labia, each with a small black diamond in their centers. She had a little white stream of cum slipping out of her hole down the crack of her ass, and I could see some of it on her inner thighs, so she had just come back from servicing a Hermes, just like me.

She gave me an amused smile as she stared at me, but this upset me even more. I reached up and wiped at my own tears as she simply smiled and said nothing.

“What?” I asked in a choked voice.

“You must be the fresh meat,” said this other woman. “The one they call ‘Ariadne’.”

I didn’t like the tone of her voice or what she said, so I was automatically on the defensive.

“Leave me alone,” I sniffed as I reached up and wiped away a couple of more tears.

“Don’t be rude to me,” frowned this other Charites. “You’d better cross all your t’s and dot all your i’s while you’re here, little girl, or you’ll be getting pumped in the stocks. Six hours of constant fucking. That’s three hundred and sixty minutes of getting fucked in both of your holes. That’s what happens to most of the fresh meat that comes in off the street.”

“I didn’t come in off the street,” I frowned. “Ken…M…My Horae recruited me while I was getting ready to start my junior year in college.”

“Another college girl,” snorted this woman. “How original…and fucking stupid…Yeah, you’ll end up just like Chloe. I’m sure you saw her out there on stage, right? She came in just last week, and she’s already up there…Pathetic.”

I didn’t like this woman at all. I was hurting between my legs, I was upset over what I’d become, and I did not need this woman’s bullshit right now.

“Don’t insult me,” I warned her.

This woman gave me an evil smile and just shook her head.

“Yeah, poor Chloe,” she replied. “Her name means ‘green shoot’, and she’d just gotten her first ring last week. It’s a pretty little emerald to go with her green bowtie and shoes. She’s green, just like her name. Poor thing only made a couple of tiny mistakes…”

She shrugged and gave me a nasty smirk.

I’d had enough of her already, but my curiosity got the better of me. I really wanted to know what ‘poor Chloe’ had done so that I didn’t make the same mistakes.

“What did she do?” I asked.

“Medeia!” came Kennedy’s voice from the other side of the room.

This other woman, ‘Medeia’, narrowed her green eyes at me and gave me a wide smile.

Kennedy marched up to us from the red curtain that led back into the servants’ hall. My friend and Horae was now nude except for a red bowtie and her own soft-felt red slip on shoes, her dark-skinned body a taller, thinner hourglass in comparison to mine, her C-cup breasts displaying large black nipples in the centers of them. She had mentioned to me earlier that she was doing ‘charity’ work tonight and that she would be a Charites again for a short time, but this was the first time I had seen her naked, and it stunned me into saying nothing for a moment.

“Out,” ordered Kennedy as she glared at ‘Medeia’ and thumbed back toward the servants’ hall. “You can take your break elsewhere.”

This ‘Medeia’ stood and gave Kennedy a condescending smile before replying to her.

“Of course, my Horae,” she said in a sly tone, and then she left, exiting via the servants’ curtain.

Kennedy looked at me and gave me a sad frown.

“You can’t ask what another Charites is being punished for,” she said unhappily. “It’s just like asking about the real names of our Hermes or any of the other rules that protect privacy here…I have to write you up for that. You now have one mark.”

My mouth dropped in open disbelief. I couldn’t believe she was doing this to me.

“But…But I didn’t know!” I whined.

“I already told you to come and ask me if something was permissible to do or say,” said Kennedy in a sad voice. “I wouldn’t write you up for this, but Medeia witnessed it, so I have to. I’m sorry.”

“But she…she tricked me!” I said in yet another whine.

I was whining a lot lately, but I didn’t fault myself over it, considering the situation I was in.

“Her name literally means ‘cunning’,” frowned Kennedy. “She likes to get the new girls in trouble. She does it to everyone.”

“Wh…Why!” I stammered out. “I’ve never done anything to her! I just met her!”

Kennedy closed her dark eyes, took in a deep breath, and released it before staring me down.

“She got in trouble her first week here,” explained Kennedy. “She made a mistake malatya escort and got a mark, and then she misunderstood what one of the other girls said and ended up getting her second mark. Almost everyone ends up in the stocks at some point, but unlike myself and the others, Medeia got traumatized by it…at least that’s my theory. To me it was just another form of kinky sex, but to her…it was the ultimate insult. She’s a proud young woman, Ariadne, and though she may not look it, she’s actually our age. I really, truly believe that she thinks that everyone else here is out to get her, all because of that misunderstanding that happened months ago. You should just avoid her altogether.”

“That doesn’t help me now!” I whined. “I have a mark now! I don’t even know when they go away! How long do I have to go without getting in trouble before its removed?”

Kennedy shook her head no and frowned.

“It doesn’t go away until you’ve served time in the stocks,” she said unhappily. “I’m sorry.”

“That’s not fair!” I choked out, and this time I started crying again. “That wasn’t my fault!”

“It doesn’t matter,” frowned Kennedy. “You have to follow the rules or else…and I know this sounds like I’m picking on you or betraying you, but…you have to call me by my title. I’m ignoring it right now because no one’s in here, but someone could easily walk in here while we’re talking, and then you’ll get your second mark.”

I broke down into real tears as my bare shoulders shook in absolute misery. I was really regretting this place now. I didn’t want to be here anymore, but I also didn’t want to give up the money that was now sitting in my bank account collecting interest, so I caved and responded accordingly.

“Y…Yes, my Horae,” I said as I wept.

Kennedy walked up to me, leaned down, and rested her dark hands on my bare shoulders as I tried to control my own pathetic weeping. I wasn’t really comfortable being touched by other women while they were naked, but I knew that she was only trying to console me.

“It’s going to be fine,” she said in a confident voice. “You’re all right. Nothing bad is going to happen to you, okay? Almost everyone gets put up in the stocks at some point. Even if you do get put up on stage and in the stocks…in the end…it’s just sex. It’s what you’re already being paid to do. There’s nothing scary about it…True, it’s a little humiliating, but you’ll get over it…I did. You’re going to be fine, Ariadne. There’s no reason to cry over this. You need to relax during your break, anyway.”

I wiped my eyes and nose as I nodded without looking at her. She was right about me having to relax, and I needed to rest a bit just to ease my sore pussy. That big black dildo my first Hermes used on me really stretched me out, and this stress and feeling sorry for myself wasn’t helping that physical suffering at all.

I decided to complain a little. There was no one in here but Kennedy and I, and I didn’t think she’d mark me down unless someone else came in.

“You didn’t tell me there’d be toys or things like that,” I grimaced.

“What now?” asked Kennedy.

“My first Hermes used a really big strap on dildo on me,” I winced. “It hurt me.”

“You have to call me by my title,” reminded Kennedy.

I closed my eyes and winced again. I couldn’t remember to do anything right anymore; I was that stressed out.

“I’m sorry, My…My Horae,” I said.

“You’ll get used to saying it,” replied Kennedy. “I’m just trying to keep you out of trouble…Now…where does it hurt?”

I pointed toward my crotch. I didn’t really want to say where it was out loud.

Kennedy knelt down in front of me and inspected me like an amateur gynecologist.

“You’ll be all right,” she said gently. “Just take it easy for the rest of your break. You’re just a little sore, the same thing we all put up with here…I take it you’re not used to the kinkier stuff, then?”

I shook my head no and took in a gulp of my own saliva.

“Well…” said Kennedy slowly, “there’s a lot more here than just dildos. Each Hermes reserves a private room filled with the activities of their choice. I take it you satisfied your Hermes, though?”

“Yes, my Horae,” I replied, answering correctly this time.

“Good,” smiled Kennedy. “That’s the most important thing to remember.”

“I thanked him, too,” I sniffed. “I didn’t forget.”

“Excellent!” grinned Kennedy. “I have to warn you now, though…Every room is different because they’re individually decked out by request from each Hermes. You’ll find…other things in the rooms, and…you won’t know what’s in there until you’re in there. The Olympians want to ensure that the Hermes have control over their Charites. They can do all kinds of things to you, but they can’t really hurt you. Remember that.”

“Yes, my Horae,” I replied.

“Great,” said Kennedy.

She stood, clapped her hands together in excitement, and then walked over niğde escort to the box shelf containing the files of each Charites’ Hermes. It suddenly occurred to me that I had been talking to her normally, having a normal conversation even though the both of us were completely nude. I guess I was getting used to that little fact, albeit slowly. It hit me in a weird way, and I had to stop and think about it for a second.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about all of this, being a sex-slave here at this giant compound of interconnected mansions out in the middle of the Nevada desert. Kennedy had told me not to think of myself as a sex-slave, but her description of the rooms and ‘other stuff’ made me feel like I was one, anyway.

She walked over and handed me both files of my next two Hermes.

The first one, a famous football player, was someone I didn’t recognize, mainly because I was not into sports. This man was a large African American that was handsome in the face with a flattop buzzcut of curly black hair on his dark chocolate skin. I’d never had sex with a black man before, never even dated one, so this was going to be new for me. The second man, however, was someone I recognized immediately. He was a wealthy entrepreneur from the states, someone I knew just from seeing him on the news, and it shocked me a little that he had chosen me as his Charites. He was also someone I had fantasized about in the past, a dream crush of mine, and I was kind of flattered that he chose me but also a little disturbed at the same time.

“Isn’t this…” I said as I held up the entrepreneur’s picture.

“Ah, ah,” warned Kennedy. “Don’t discuss the Hermes; just service them. You can’t discuss their names or anything else they’ve done in the outside world. It protects their privacy. It’s part of the allure of this place.”

“Yes, my Horae,” I frowned.

“Cheer up,” smiled Kennedy. “I have to leave, but you should just relax in here until your break is over. I have to go perform a charity request, but I’ll be back soon enough, okay? Just keep out of trouble and do everything your Hermes asks you to. Your next one has a very large dick, but remember to call it his ‘sword’ or ‘spear’ when you talk to him. You don’t need another mark…There’s a bottle of water on the shelf for you. I went and got it from the kitchen while you were out on the floor. You need to keep hydrated, Ariadne. Don’t forget to drink something that isn’t alcohol.”

“Yes, my Horae,” I replied.

She left me there in the ‘dressing room’, and I finished the rest of my break while sipping on my water. I left that bottle behind on the box shelf and walked through the red curtains out into the main hall, determined to get this next Hermes out of the way. I had already violated my own beliefs by ‘servicing’ the first man I was tasked with, so doing this next one didn’t feel like crossing a line. I had already crossed that line.

The main hall was huge, surrounded by dark wooden walls with various paintings of Aphrodite and decked here and there with busts of Aphrodite and replicas of the Venus de Milo on white marble pillars. There were red-velvet divans of dark cherry-wood about the place with various nude Hermes lounging upon them, just as I had seen it the first time.

I walked across the short and soft red carpeting of the main hall toward the stage, however. I needed to see something first.

The stage was huge, as wide as the main hall, a flat theater stage of dark wood surrounded by red curtains. There were four stocks upon it, but it was the poor captive in the third stocks from my left that I wanted to view. This poor nude prisoner, a young white woman named ‘Chloe’, was currently being fucked from behind by an older Indian gentleman, a balding man with a white streak of hair wrapped around his brown head in a thin line.

I studied her body, because I couldn’t see her face. I could see her green-felt slip on shoes and her green bowtie and collar, but her head and hands were in the stocks, so I couldn’t tell what she looked like. She had a short hourglass figure with C-cup breasts and a wide bottom just like myself, so it was not too difficult to paste my own head onto that body in my active imagination. It bothered me a lot, because I suspected I was going to end up in there just like her, but I was going to do my damnedest not to.

Chloe, my fellow new Charites, squirmed in the stocks as her pale legs twitched while she was violated, her green-felt shoes twisting on the toes upon the dark wood of the stage. This older Indian man fucked her hard and without mercy, and I could see her shoulders getting banged against the headboard.

I didn’t really want to be up there. I didn’t know if I could take six hours of that. The most I’d ever gone during sex was two hours before I came in a hard and exhausting orgasm, and I fell asleep immediately afterwards. If I did end up there on stage…I was hoping to pass out through most of it.

There were three other Hermes lined up behind this Indian fellow. I shook my head and went off to complete my next task, however. I wanted to talk to Chloe as soon as I could, though, because I needed to know exactly what that experience was like. Hopefully asking about that wasn’t a forbidden action…I’d have to ask Kennedy about it first.

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Continued from Chapter One…

Alex undid the lock to the handcuffs with the key, and Jill massaged her freed wrists. He leaned in closely, whispering in her ear, “It’s my turn…”

Jill grinned widely. Her orgasm had been divine, and the warmth in her toes still hadn’t fully receded. She couldn’t wait to devour Alex’s cock, to suck him to orgasm as he called out her name in a fit of passion.

Alex kissed Jill deeply on the mouth. The taste of her girlcum clung to him, and Jill sucked her moisture greedily off his lips. Their tongues dove deep into the recesses of each other’s mouths. Jill kissed Alex passionately for minutes, her body glowing from her post-orgasmic bliss.

After a few minutes more of fulfilling kisses, Alex could no longer stand his postponed pleasure. He pulled away from Jill and forced her head down his torso. She took the cue without missing a beat, and continued her soft, luscious kisses down his muscular chest and toned stomach. She paused momentarily at the top of his pubic bone, breathing in his musky scent deeply.

Alex didn’t like her pause and forced her down further, placing her mouth strategically on his throbbing head. “Blow me,” he instructed, “hard and fast. Don’t stop until I say you may stop.”

“I guess this domination thing applies to his pleasure, too,” thought Jill. She played along, moaning softly as she took the entirety of his cock into her mouth. She bobbed up and down on his full shaft, relishing in its stiffness.

Alex settled back on Jill’s multitude of pillows, thoroughly enjoying the loving attention his girlfriend gave to his cock. She dove deep, taking his full six inches with relative ease, and swallowed, creating a vacuum between her cheeks. The pressure against all points of Alex’s dick felt amazing. He sighed as his cock twitched in Jill’s mouth, hitting the roof of her mouth.

Jill pulled her mouth slowly up the shaft of Alex’s erection, dragging her tongue along the underbelly of his penis. When she reached the head of his dick, a drop of precum had leaked from the tip. Jill eagerly licked the droplet of moisture, and sucked hard on the tip to stimulate more wetness.

Alex was thoroughly enjoying Jill’s teasing blowjob, karaman escort but wanted his orgasm now. “Too slow,” he said assertively. He eased Jill off her bed with his feet so she was kneeling on the floor next to her bed. He swung his legs around so his cock once again met Jill’s lips and grabbed her hair.

“Blow me like you mean it, cock-slut.”

Alex forced her head to take most of his stiff cock, and bobbed her head up and down the length in rapid bursts. Jill’s mouth was moving at a lightning speed over his erection, sucking and fucking with her tongue and lips. Alex stopped shoving her head abruptly when the entirety of his cock was in her mouth, and Jill squealed as the tip of his dick tickled her tonsils. She gagged, but Alex held her head in place to stop her squirming.

Just as Jill thought she could no longer ignore her gag reflex, Alex pulled her hair roughly back, and Jill released his dick as she flew backwards. He held on tight to her chestnut locks, forcing her head upwards. Their eyes met.

Alex worried that the sudden onslaught of domination was too much for innocent and sweet Jill to handle. He started to loosen his grip, but then stopped himself. Despite the pain and uncomfortable position, Alex noted the hint of a sparkle in Jill’s eyes. She was enjoying this as much as he was.

“That little slut,” he laughed to himself. The rougher he became with her, the wetter Jill grew between her legs. He forced her head down again, and Jill was nose-to-skin with his ballsack.

“Lick,” he commanded, and she happily complied. She licked the entirety of his scrotum, relishing in the tickliness of his curly black hairs on her chin. She lightly grazed her teeth against the skin, and Alex moaned. He grasped the base of his cock, stroking it lightly. Jill had already given him plenty of lube with her blowjob, and his hand slipped smoothly up and down the length of his shaft.

Alex pumped slowly as Jill’s tongue flirted with his nuts. He grazed his fingers down the sensitive underbelly of his cock, making himself twitch with excitement.

Jill grew more adventurous. She carefully drew one of his balls into her mouth and sucked gently. Alex kars escort almost collapsed backwards from the unexpected pleasure from his ballsack, and pumped his cock harder in his hand.

He stopped Jill from sucking any longer, gently pushing her head away from his scrotum. He needed more. He would have come hard with Jill sucking away on his nuts, but he wanted to humiliate her into subservience.

“Lick my asshole,” he commanded.

Jill was stunned. Alex had never, ever, EVER displayed any interest in anal play — that was exclusively Jill’s domain. He’d always claimed (however inaccurately) that men who enjoyed anal stimulation were “gay.” This was weird.

Jill moved her head as if to continue licking his balls and the area between his ass and testicles, but Alex stopped her. He slapped her across the face again, harder this time. It stung, and his hand left her cheek red. Jill realized he was serious.

“But boy butts are gross!” she whined to herself. “His is all hairy and unkempt…” She felt sick at the thought of licking his asshole. Fingering she would have agreed to, but a rimjob? “Ew,” she muttered under her breath.

Alex saw her visible discomfort and heard her mutterings. “I don’t care what you think,” he said, grabbing her chin to make her look into his eyes. “You’re going to rim my ass, and you’re going to like it.” He figured that if she truly hated it, he could make her stop and blow him again. This was a win-win situation. He eased back onto the bed and lifted his legs up higher to give Jill a perfect view of his puckered ass hole.

Jill swallowed her pride and her inhibitions. She was done hesitating. Drawing closer to his ass, she grabbed onto his thighs. She licked cautiously, surprised that Alex’s ass tasted so much like nothing at all. She dove in, licking the sensitive skin of his anus, making small circles around the opening.

Alex had never felt a better sensation. Every flick of Jill’s soft tongue sent shivers down his spine. He cried out in pleasure, begging Jill for more. “Ohhh, baby, that feels terrific…” he moaned, breaking character in the throes of his passion. He grabbed onto Jill’s head, forcing her closer to the kıbrıs escort hole. His other hand was a blur of motion on his fully erect cock. The pleasure building inside was unstoppable.

Jill found herself surprised at how much she enjoyed rimming Alex. She spread his cheeks apart, giving her full control of his pleasure. Her tongue swirled around the entrance to his ass, and she darted it in and out of the hole, fucking him with her tongue.

Alex was nearing the brink of orgasm. His balls tightened, and he felt the sperm rising inside his dick. He grabbed Jill and lifted her onto the bed. He straddled her, sitting on her beautiful, ample chest. Jill grinned, but he smacked her for a third time. “No smiling,” he grunted, resuming the relentless pounding against his meat. “Open wide.”

Jill closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide. She wiggled her trapped arm out from under Alex’s strong thighs and licked her finger. Alex was oblivious as he rubbed his bulging cock to orgasm. She stuck her lubricated finger between his ass cheeks and wiggled it until it slipped into Alex’s anal cavity.

Alex groaned. Jill felt a hot splash of come against her bottom lip, and she licked it up. He cried out, rocking his hips against her chest as he released rope after rope of hot jizz on Jill. Semen splashed everywhere: on Jill’s neck, cheeks, and lips. Alex leaned over Jill’s mouth and milked the last drops of come onto her tongue.

Alex collapsed on the bed, exhausted from his efforts. He managed to pin Jill down as she struggled to get off the bed and clean the semen off her upper body. “Suck it off yourself,” he sighed, and closed his eyes, ready to fall asleep.

Alex watched lazily as Jill scooped up the sticky semen with her fingers. She dragged a trail of come from her shoulder to her neck, and the fluid clung to her skin as she lifted her fingers to her mouth. Alex caught the goo and made her lick his fingers clean. Jill cleaned her upper body of the come, thoroughly enjoying his mess on her slim frame.

After she had licked every last drop of Alex’s come from her body, Jill rolled on top of her boyfriend. She looked into his half-closed eyes, delirious from his climax.

“I like it when you’re in charge, baby,” she mused, running her fingers down his taut frame.

“You do?” he laughed, though he knew before the weekend began that she was going to love what he had in store for her.

“Let’s do it again…”

“Oh, sugar,” he said, “we’ve only just begun…”

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-=Part One=-

Claudia spotted the “new guy” right away. He was all her friends could talk about since she had entered the dark caverns of her favorite goth club, Velvet. “Did you see how long his hair is?!” … “He kind of looks like Armand, from the side” … “Oh god I loooooove his coat” … they all whispered excitedly, blushingly looking at him without trying to be obvious. Claudia was beyond such childishness. She took a long drink of a look at him … well, he certainly was “dark” enough for this place. His long raven-black hair hung well down his back, his long black coat flowed like a cape, he stood very tall, slim and ethereal in the nether world lighting of the place. She couldn’t get a look at his eyes, damn those trendy round purple shades. She gave him one of her practiced “come fuck me” looks … she looked directly at him, dropped her gaze for two seconds, then glanced back up at him from beneath her dark lashes, with a slow, curving smile. Then she turned away as if she hadn’t even seen him. Claudia caught a glance of herself in one of the mirrors. “Not bad, not bad,” she thought, pursing her blood-red glossy lips. She smoothed her black velvet skirt, lifted and wiggled her black leather corset a bit, pushing her breasts out a bit more in the tight black lace top. She tossed her long, curly magenta tresses over her shoulder in what she thought was a very theatrical move. Claudia turned around to check her rear view, her perky ass and narrow hips looked great as usual, and she smiled. She bent to preen some more, adjusting the fold over tops of her thigh-high leather boots, her ass sticking out at a great angle (she knew from practicing in front of the mirror at home) because of her 4″ heels. The lace tops of her black thigh high stockings showed at the hem of her skirt. Claudia was pale, but not sickly pale, she was pale as moonlight and slightly pink. Overall, a pretty hot young woman. And unfortunately for her, she knew it.

Claudia first felt, then saw, the “new guy” approach her. She saw his worn black leather boots in front of her, the bottom of his long duster coat. She looked up, and a tingle ran down her spine. She barely heard her friends whispering even more excitedly as he walked right up to her. He reached a hand out, and Claudia was momentarily confused, she stepped back, bumping awkwardly into the wall. His hand landed on the wall just above her right shoulder, and he leaned against it, his other hand casually in his coat pocket. “Well?” he said. Claudia froze. This was not the usual “whambam” college guy she was used to having as putty in her hands. He was a little older, a little rougher. His lips were sensual yet masculine, his skin as pale as her own, his jaw lean and determined. He was practically grinning, almost maliciously enjoying having thrown her off balance. Claudia shrugged and stood up straighter, proudly jutting out her breasts, and folded her arms in front of her. “Well, what?” she said haughtily. Breathless and trembling inside, she forced herself to remain cold and aloof on the outside.

“I caught your little?smoldering gaze? thing, don’t tell me you haven’t practiced that one for hours, eh?” he grinned, throwing her off balance again, with the force of his perception. He leaned into her, almost touching his cheek to hers, and whispered in her ear, “Games are for children, don’t you think?” Okay, Claudia was pretty much out of her league here, she knew right away. But damn, he was fine. His voice was like rough silk. He smelled of incense. And, she was horny as hell. “What the hell,” she thought, “this might be fun.” Claudia leaned forward until her breasts were grazing his skin through his black silk t-shirt, her hard nipples meeting his firm chest. She softly parted her glossy lips, closed her dark-shaded eyes, and leaned slowly forward to kiss … air! The guy had backed up, crossed his arms, and was … laughing! Okay, now she was pissed. Hottie or no hottie, she didn’t have to put up with this guy! Who did he think he was?! Claudia started to turn and walk away. He caught her arm, roughly turning her back to him, and leaned once again until his cheek touched hers. “My name is Edan. There are some … games … we could play, if you dare, little one.” Little one?! If she DARE?! Claudia laughed and mock-pouted, tossing her hair haughtily in a well-practiced move. She knew how to handle a guy like this, even if he was a little unusual, a guy is a guy, a cock is a cock, she knew what all men wanted. Her friends were anxiously peeking at this little play unfold from behind the tall booth where they sat. Claudia walked over and grabbed her black velvet coat. “‘Edan’ here wants to play some games, I’m outta here, Ciao!” She turned and walked away before her friends could object … “Are you going to be okay?” they worriedly called after her. She didn’t answer. Edan led Claudia out of the club, his hand pressed gently and chivalrously to her back, and Claudia found herself more excited than she had ever been in her entire young life. She grinned like a cat.

-=Part Two=-

“Oh shit, how did I ever get myself into this?!” thought Claudia, wincing as he pulled her ankle tethers even farther apart …

Edan had started his “games” in his car as he drove her to his place … she had done her usual “oops I have to adjust my stockings” routine, and he had obligingly fallen for it (so she thought), running his hand over the soft lace, her softer thigh, up under her velvet skirt. She had sighed and leaned back in the seat, parting her thighs slightly. Edan had teased her slit all during gebze escort the drive, she kept arching her hips to get him to touch her clit and he kept avoiding it, it was a maddening game that she found fascinating. Claudia was a thoroughly modern girl … she had gone out that evening wanting to fuck somebody interesting, and here she was with good ol’ interesting Edan, and she had condoms in her purse. So the rest of the evening had already unfolded in her mind’s eye … she’d seduce him with a little strip tease, give him one of her trademark fanfuckingtastic blow jobs, and then he’d be pure putty in her hands. She felt pretty powerful with her “weapon” of sex, and as thrilling as some of her encounters had been, she still felt contempt for the guys who fell for all her tricks. One thing she had never considered … that she would one day meet a guy who had a few tricks of his own.

Edan led her upstairs to his loft. “Wow,” Claudia gasped, taking it all in. Black cloth draped all of the walls, and black paper shades covered the windows. A few interesting sculptures stood on marble pedestals, skeletal-looking metallic things, mostly. A paper lantern was the only light, until Edan walked around and began lighting candles. Claudia laid her coat and purse on the only chair, and walked around checking out the place, her heels clicking loudly on the concrete floor. There was a king-size mattress on the floor, and tons of pillows, and black satin and red and purple velvet bedclothes. Tons of tall iron candle holders and tons of candles. But other than that, no other furniture or even a kitchen she could see. She grinned, and thought “Well, this is familiar territory, the usual goth hovel, I feel right at home.” She flopped down on the bed, leaned back on her elbows, and crossed her ankles. Of course, her skirt rose to show of those gorgeous lace stocking tops, and her breasts were pushed very much upward in the process. Claudia knew how to make a good presentation.

Edan finished lighting all the candles, and also produced a bottle of champagne and a glass from somewhere (the kitchen must be behind one of the cloths, she thought). He strode over to her and placed the bottle and the glass on the floor next to the bed. Then he knelt at her feet … she moved her thighs apart, and he knelt between them. He poured a glass of champagne and handed it to her. “Where’s your glass?” asked Claudia. Edan said nothing, but slid his hands up her thighs, lifting her skirt up past her hips. Claudia sipped the icy cold champagne, leaning on one elbow, and wiggled her hips to oblige him. Edan pulled off her boots tenderly and slowly, then he pulled off her stockings, trailing kisses down her legs. He placed his hands on her thighs and spread them wide and upward. Her slit was hairless, a small dark triangle of hair at the top, her skin pale and creamy and her pussy lips tender and pink. She did all of her waxing herself, with cold wax strips, in front of the mirror at the end of her bed, so she knew her pussy looked fantastic. Claudia leaned all the way back and confidently abandoned herself to his ministrations, and Edan took her glass and set it on the floor. “Cold!” Claudia gasped and shot up. Edan pushed her back down, and she laughed, realizing that he had just poured champagne from the bottle onto her pussy. She purred and stretched as he began lapping up the champagne with his tongue.

This was better than any game she had hoped for, she was usually the one doing all the work, and here was a guy who seemed to just want to please her. Even if he was a little weird, so quiet, and he still hadn’t taken off his shades. “Well all right,” she thought, “it’s about time I came before the guy does.” Claudia relaxed back onto the bed and stretched her arms over her head, sighing happily. Edan’s tongue worked maddeningly slowly up and down her slit, slowly warming the cold shock of the champagne, barely brushing her clit with each upstroke. Claudia’s hips rose to meet his tongue, wiggling in anticipation. He began to lift her shirt out of her leather corset … Claudia started to unlace it, but Edan said “No! Leave that on. Take your shirt off.” Claudia smiled and slid her shirt up out of the corset, tugging at it, and finally off, revealing her pale and firm young breasts. Her nipples were a medium shade of rose, not too big, not too small. Her breasts were about a B-cup, if she ever wore a bra. Her nipples stiffened quickly in the cold drafts of the loft. Edan lifted her hips and pulled her velvet skirt down, out from under the corset, and off. It felt really strange to have her own corset against her bare skin, something she’d never thought of doing before … the hard leather cut into the bottom of her breasts, it didn’t hurt though. She could picture how great she looked, how high the corset pushed up her breasts. She smiled and purred some more, blinking at Edan coquettishly.

Edan stood up and walked away. “Hey!” Claudia exclaimed. She sat up self-consciously on the edge of the bed, her pussy dripping wet with champagne and her own juices, leather against soft, silken skin in a strange (but not unpleasant) new sensation. Claudia waited, a bit impatiently, for him to get back to licking her pussy. Edan returned from behind one of the cloths, now wearing a black silk robe with red and gold dragons embroidered on it. “Wow, nice,” Claudia smiled. He carried what looked like the robe’s sash in his hands. Edan said “I want to blindfold you. You will feel more, it will heighten every sensation.” Claudia pondered this … she?d read gümüşhane escort about bondage on the net, she?d looked at the pictures … it looked like just a bunch of spiky-leather weirdoes to her, but what Edan was holding was just a silk sash, so there couldn?t possibly be any harm in it, could there? She nodded her assent.

Edan tied the sash around her head, blindfolding her well, but not uncomfortably tight. There was a lot of sash left over, but Claudia didn’t see that. Edan pushed her back down on the bed again. Claudia purred and stretched, arching her hips, stretching her arms out above her like a cat. She did notice the increased sensation that not being able to see was giving her … she hadn?t noticed the slightly cool draft before, or the rough fringe of one of the velvet blankets under her thighs. She relaxed into the sensations, savoring them, and purred and stretched some more.

Edan took this opportunity to grab her wrists. “Hey!” Claudia yelped. He used the remaining sash to tie her wrists together, pulling them down, crossing them behind her neck. He lay her back down gently, soothing her with kisses all over her breasts, whispering for her to trust him,?it will increase the sensation, little one.? He flicked his tongue across her hard nipples … lightly grabbing one nipple between his teeth, causing her to gasp. One of his hands trailed down to her pussy, grazing her clit, causing her to arch her hips almost completely off of the bed. Claudia moaned. He was right, it was more intense, she could really get into this. She relaxed back again, arms comfortably crossed behind her neck. Edan gently lifted her and raised her up higher on the bed, until her feet were at the bottom edge. She opened her thighs and awaited his warm tongue, with her lips curled into a smile.

“Wait! What?! …” Claudia squealed. Okay, the blindfold, no problem. The wrists, she could take. But her ankles?! Where was he getting the stuff to tie her ankles with? She didn’t remember seeing anything, and there weren’t even bedposts. She felt a band around each ankle, it kind of felt like her leather corset, hard but yielding, pulling each ankle towards the side of the bed. Her legs were bent at the knee, her ankles drawn in towards her bottom a bit. She tensed while Edan positioned her body as if he were impersonally molding a doll from clay, and was getting ready to protest again, but soon relaxed as he eased his tongue back down into her waiting pussy. She realized she was still able to buck her hips as she liked. Ahhh, that was better. Edan lapped and lapped at her clit, reaching his hands up to knead her nipples until they were swollen, Claudia rode Edan’s tongue into ecstasy. When she came, it rippled through her like never before, this time it felt like her whole body was coming. She slumped her hips to the bed as the throbbing subsided, and sighed with pure contentment. Tears formed in her eyes. Claudia started talking, “Wow, Edan, oh wow, thank you sooooo much. I mean, I really loved that, I loved coming first. Your turn now, right? I want to suck your cock. C’mon, undo all this stuff, it’s your tur … mmpfffff!” Her voice suddenly muffled as Edan stuffed one of her stockings, all rolled up, into her mouth.

Claudia writhed and pulled on her bonds … damn, they had felt so loose, but now her tears really fell as she realized how well he had tied her. For the first time she felt fear, and the loss of her usual control of a situation. Edan lay down next to her and stroked her pale body. “You have a lot of learning to do, little one. Hush, hush, why object? There’s nothing wrong with a good education. Think of me as your teacher.” He rose from the bed. Claudia heard Edan walking around the room, doing what, she had no idea. She shivered, trying not to cry, afraid she would choke on the gag. She wondered what her “teacher” had in mind for her. She heard Edan return. Suddenly she felt her corset being unlaced … but then re-laced, much tighter than before. Her breasts were now pushed all the way up over the top of the leather, and she gasped for breath. Edan checked her blindfold and wrists, tightening them a bit more. “Oh shit, how did I ever get myself into this?!” thought Claudia, wincing as he pushed her ankles even tighter up to her bottom and somehow fixed them that way from the sides, but at the same time he was licking her clit so sweetly, so gently, caressing her ankles and calves with his slightly rough hands … she felt every sensation as keenly as the edge of a razor blade. Fear and lust mixed freely within her, and her mind reeled as her body instinctively gave in to the gentle bondage.

-=Part Three=-

Edan had been kneeling at the end of the bed for some time, between her bound ankles, doing who knows what. She tried to guess from his movements or the sounds she heard, but gave up. Claudia wriggled as much as she could, trying to regain her previous comfort as best she could. Then she felt Edan stroke her thighs, softly, and trail his sensual warm lips up and down her legs. She relaxed again, not daring to smile, hoping he would move those lips upward and give her another shuddering orgasm. “Owwwffff!!” Claudia screamed, the syllable barely making its way past the stocking gag. Something had burned her thigh. Ow! another burn, and another. She felt something splatter, and realized it had to be candle wax, she’d dripped it on her fingers and hand a few times, out of curiosity, and it felt like that. It only burned for a second, then relaxed into a glow of warmth, as Edan’s izmir escort hands massaged the cooling wax and soothed her hot skin. Claudia relaxed a bit … “This guy is into some kinky shit, but god he made me come so hard, I suppose I can put up with his freaky fetishes.” Then she realized the hot wax was was being dripped closer and closer to her pussy. She thrashed and writhed, only able to raise herself from the waist a little bit because of the tight corset, and not able to close her legs. She screamed beneath the gag. Then Claudia felt his lips close upon her clit once more, as Edan gently took it between his lips and suckled it. He blew on her clit, and the cooling air felt fantastic. Another drip of wax, another, another. Between pain and pleasure, Claudia was lost.

As Edan dropped wax onto her pussy lips, he then swooped down to blow cool air on it, and then give her clit a quick suck, taking her breath away. She feared he would drip the burning wax right into her pussy, and was torn between raising her hips to meet his tongue, and shrinking away in anticipation of the worst burn. Claudia heard Edan blow a puff of air, then smelled that familiar scent of a candle just gone out, and felt something thump down beside her onto the bed. She sighed as much as her newly-restrictive corset allowed, in relief. Her body slumped to the mattress, she had been so tense and not realized it, her body had been arched up like a bow. She felt Edan kneel between her legs, and instinctively spread her thighs wide, she was so horny at this point she really just wanted to get fucked. He removed the stocking gag and she breathed a huge sigh of relief … he laid a finger across her lips and said “Shhh, little one, if you speak, I shall replace it,” and Claudia just nodded meekly. She felt the silken folds of his robe against her thighs, and she raised her hips in anticipation of his cock … yeah, this is what she wanted all along, finally, his warm, throbbing, hard … oh!! Something cold and hard was penetrating her, and it felt a bit bigger than the average cock she was used to.

Edan stroked her clit, and she raised her hips back up, curiously wondering what was going on. Was he using a dildo? It was possible. It felt a bit like the dildo she used in her own bed, although much firmer and much, much bigger. The more of the cold hard phallus went in, the more sure she was, it had to be the candle he?d blown out. It was a bit ridgy feeling right where it went in, wider after it went in a little bit, and then got narrower. Not like any vibrator she’d ever used at in her bed, but just like the candles she used on her little shrine to Robert Smith at home. Claudia relaxed into Edan’s rhythm … he was slowly pumping the candle in and out of her hot pussy, her pink lips turning to red and swelling, glistening … Edan kissed her breasts, her neck, her belly, he flicked her clit some more with his tongue. “Oh, damn, this is great … being fucked and at the same time being kissed all over, yeah, I could get to like this,” Claudia thought. Edan increased the pumping rhythm, and Claudia’s hips rose with every thrust. At least six inches of hard candle was going in and out of her, getting slick with her pussy juices.

Claudia writhed as Edan’s long fingers touched her clit, her pussy lips, gathered her juices and she gasped as he touched her tiny anus. His wet fingers circled round and round the small bud as his other hand kept fucking her with the candle, deeper and deeper. Claudia moaned softly, then bit her lip as the candle paused for a moment … she was afraid to be gagged again, and finally just gave herself to all these new sensations. Edan pushed a pillow under her ass, raising it up even higher. Claudia’s thighs quivered with the strain, her ankles chafed slightly by the leather cuffs. Her breasts felt positively ripe, squeezed upwards so tightly by the leather corset. Her arms were just starting to get a bit uncomfortable, but not much so. She relaxed her hips into the pillow as Edan continued his ministrations. Suddenly the candle withdrew. Claudia felt a burst of disappointment … it didn’t last long, as she now felt what was unmistakably Edan’s hot cock at her pussy entrance. She knew from the feel that Edan had put on a condom, and it had warmed to his cock. She moaned long and deep, as he slid his cock into her wet tunnel, so slowly. He withdrew and teased her clit with the head of his cock, and then she felt his fingers on her again. Pinching and kneading her clit with one hand, and taking her pussy juices to her ass with his other hand, at the same time moving his cock ever so slowly in and out of her pussy, Edan skillfully manipulated Claudia until she was gasping for breath and writhing like mad. With all the wetness he had managed to slip his finger into her anus up to the first knuckle before she even tightened and gasped, but with the continued flicking of her clit, she relaxed and started bucking her hips down onto his finger. She moaned and sighed, she even made soft yet guttural grunting noises as she rocked her hips so that she was fucking his finger in her ass, as he held it motionless. Edan applied his tongue to her swollen clit, continuing to fuck her ass with his wet finger, her juices slipping down her crack to help him. As Claudia began to come, she cried out as Edan withdrew his finger from her ass, and quickly replaced it with what felt just like the candle, or dildo, that had been inside her pussy. She tried to move back, but Edan sucked her clit between his lips, if she moved back she lost contact with him … “Oh god, I want to come so bad!” she thought … she thrust her hips back forward, braving the unrelenting hardness of the candle pressing against her asshole, feeling the electrical shock of the intensity, her every nerve seemed to be on fire, her whole body responding to just that one pressure.

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