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There are many legends in Switzerland, most are well known, passed down from generation to generation, but some are less well known. Some of the less well known are simply silly stories invented to pass the long winter nights, others are seldom spoken of because they are true, which of those is this legend? You decide.

Lucy and some friends are up in the mountains, skiing. but not on an official slope, they are far off the well used slopes, on a part of the mountain they’ve never skied before which would have been a lot more fun if it wasn’t for the avalanche.

They heard the sound, and looked up, the snow high on the mountain was moving, gathering speed as it slid down towards the head of the valley in which they were now trapped, the sides much too steep to climb without equipment, and so they did the only thing they could, they sped up, trying to escape the steep sided valley they were in. Trying to get away before the avalanche spilled out at the head of the valley and turned towards them as it surely must. Below them the trees filled the valley, not a dense forest, just enough to obscure their view, but they had no choice, and going full speed they aimed for the gaps between the trees, ducking and weaving to avoid the branches, hoping the trees would slow the avalanche or that the valley would open out so they could get clear.

So they raced through the trees, fast and faster, until suddenly there were no trees, which was good but there was also no snow, no ground, no nothing. Which was not good.

A parachute would have been handy, but they had only packed a picnic, and picnics are well known for being useless parachutes, in the same way that parachutes taste awful.

Obviously gravity was not taking a day off, and they began to fall, actually they had no difficulty falling at all, even though they tried hard not to practice falling ever since they were kids. Anyway, as our heroine fell, she noticed that instead of the ground far below rushing up to greet her, as she feared it would, instead the light started rushing away, leaving an ever growing darkness which seemed delighted to make her acquaintance, which was not entirely bad, since hitting total darkness is absolutely painless. Unless of course something hard is hiding in it, like the ground, but nothing was, so our heroine fell through the utter darkness, happy that it was hiding nothing hard, when suddenly…

Splosh..!!

Now if falling though darkness has to end, then a ‘Splosh..!!!’ is not an ideal ending.

As our now soaking wet heroine will verify, being soaking wet in the dark having fallen off a mountain is not high on anyone’s wish list, especially hers. Luckily our heroine can swim, even in the dark and especially when in the distance she can see a light, a light that looks very much like the kind of light that makes friends with an open log fire.

Oh, talking of friends, they also fell into the dark, and did the ‘Splosh..!!!’ thing too, and being good swimmers we can surmise that they are currently wet and busy swimming.

Back to our heroine who is swimming fast, partly because being in the light seems a good idea, but mostly because being warm and dry by a fire is better than being cold and wet in a lake.

So it was not long before Lucy reached the shore, climbed out of the water and walked cautiously towards the fire. Partly because she had seen enough silly DVD’s where young women rushed blindly from one peril to another and partly because it seemed that a very lazy person had lit the fire. Most people chop down trees to make a fire, only the very lazy set fire to whole trees. Very lazy or…

Or Dragons.

Our heroine gulped, closed her eyes, opened them, gulped again, yup, a Dragon, except not having seen a real live dragon before, she only guessed that was what the creature was. It certainly had all the things that dragons are supposed to have, sharp claws and wings and stuff, except that our heroine could not remember ever having seen or heard of a pure white dragon before, or one that looked so, well, so girl-like, so well, sexy. That is if you ignore the sharp claws and razor sharp fangs which seldom appear sexy, even to other Dragons.

So carefully, as it seemed wise to let sleeping dragons lie, even sexy ones, our heroine crept closer to the fire, close enough so that she was soon getting warm, or at least she would be, once she got out of her soaking wet clothes.

Getting naked was not unusual for our heroine, but doing so close to a Dragon was a first. Even so she stripped off her wet clothes and carefully spread them out on some rocks to dry, before laying down on a large flat rock that seemed to have been warmed by the fire, it was very comfortable, even for a rock.

Soon our naked heroine was sleeping, just as soundly as the sexy white dragon, but without the claws and razor sharp teeth.

Now we need to leave our heroine for a while, because she’s sleeping, and because it’s my story and I’ll eskişehir escort tell it in my way.

So… Long before our heroine met her friends and set out to go skiing, a girl was walking across a hillside, the sun on her face and the breeze in her hair, happy as a girl can be when she is doing what she loves, well, at least avoiding doing what she hates, for the girl is a seeker, a scout if you like, not exactly a hunter, she is in search not of prey, but of a rare and precious commodity, known in her world as humans, specifically female humans.

The girl’s name is Kala and she is happy, walking across the hillside, happy because the sun is on her face, and anyone who has any authority over her is far away, but mostly because she is free to enjoy the alps and the sun.

Of course she is a very good seeker, so she is not wandering around aimlessly, she is heading for one of her favourite spots, one known for the appearance of humans, and soon she is no longer on the hillside, but in the forest, threading her way through the trees, heading for the lake.

Now, even though the girl has no idea what a DVD is, she is not so silly as to go to sleep in the forest all alone, oh no, even as brave and fit as she is, that is not a wise thing for a young woman to do, and besides it’s damn cold in the alps at night, especially for a naked girl, so once she reached the lake she closed her eyes, made her mind do that weird thing, and kept her eyes tight shut as she felt her body changing. It’s one thing for a beautiful girl to be able to change into a sexy white dragon, but quite another to see the change taking place, it still freaked her out a bit, so she always kept her eyes tight shut.

Even dragons feel the cold, but a few quick breaths of fire on a small group of tall pine trees and she had a nice fire going, then she settled down to sleep. After all, who is going to mess with a dragon..??

When Lucy awoke she opened her eyes to find a girl standing over her, the girl was about her height, and pretty, not model pretty, but athletic healthy pretty.

What Lucy noticed most was the girl’s hair and eyes, her hair was almost straight and seemed to be cut kind of ragged, it was the colour that caught Lucy’s attention, it seemed that every colour imaginable was there, like a rainbow of highlights, her hair, together with the purest purple eyes Lucy had ever seen made the girl striking, and somehow friendly, as if nobody with such features could be a bad person.

Lucy remembered the Dragon, the sexy looking pure white Dragon, well if you discount the sharp claws and razor sharp fangs, neither of which Lucy found sexy, but looking around for the Dragon, all Lucy could see was the remains of the fire, the ashes of the burnt trees still hot, hotter than the morning sun that was still low in the clear sky. What Lucy could not see were her clothes.

Then the girl spoke, her voice sounded friendly, warm, but Lucy didn’t understand a single word, could not even identify which language the girl was speaking, which surprised our heroine, who was fluent in several languages, and had heard many more spoken.

As the girl spoke Lucy began to realise that the girl didn’t expect her to understand, it was almost as if the girl was speaking to herself, or talking just to reassure Lucy, either way it didn’t matter much, as the girl reached out with one hand, not trying to take hold of Lucy, but more an invitation, her voice reassuringly calm and warm.

Lucy wanted to accept the invitation, but first she wanted her clothes, and so she kept her hands to herself and looked around, standing up to see better, but there was no sign anywhere on the rocks close by where she was sure she had laid them out to dry.

The girl spoke again, more insistent this time, and raising her arm she pointed, pointing to Lucy’s clothes which now hung on the low branches of closest unburned trees to the fire.

Lucy smiled happily, said “thank you,” and started to walk towards the trees, the girl following her, staying close, but not too close, watching as Lucy dressed, her clothes now completely dry and rather warm.

Ski boots, trousers and jacket, plus of course her small rucksack, which contained the leftovers of yesterday’s picnic, a dry shirt, first aid kit, shovel, an emergency locator, ice axe, day-night flare and a space blanket. Lucy often ventured into the mountains, to walk, to climb, to ski, often with her friends, sometimes alone or with just a single companion. She had much more sense than to go unprepared.

So, dressed and feeling much more comfortable, Lucy fastened her rucksack, shrugged it onto her shoulders and turned to the girl who was once again beckoning invitingly.

An invitation Lucy wanted to accept, mostly because the idea of being alone was not very attractive, especially when the Dragon might return, and since she was sure it had been a Dragon, Lucy was certain that wherever she was, gaziantep escort it was not where she had been.

But first she wanted to find her friends and that meant searching along the lake shore, which seemed a logical place to start. But when Lucy moved towards the lake the girl became agitated, jumping ahead of her, beckoning and pointing to the trees, she seemed so anxious that Lucy relented, and followed the girl to the trees, still looking at the lake, relieved when she noticed that the girl was leading them not deeper into the forest, but staying close to the edge of the trees, she too was looking at the lake, and so Lucy relaxed and allowed the girl to lead the way.

Lucy loved the outdoors, liked to swim and cycle, climb and ski, she considered herself fit, but the girl seemed tireless, agile and ever watchful. As the sun rose and morning became afternoon they seemed to have reached the far end of the roughly oval-shaped lake and were now heading back along the far side.

Twice Lucy had tried to head down to the lake to drink, but each time the girl had blocked her path, and so Lucy had reluctantly drunk the last of the water in her small rucksack.

She was just trying to think of a way to communicate her growing thirst when she heard the scream…

Lucy recognised the scream, it was her friend Anja. But a scream unlike Lucy could ever remember hearing her friend make before. By the time she realised that, she was already running towards the sound, up the slope, through trees that she tried her best to dodge even though she never slowed her pace, at least not until she reached the top of the slope and the girl grabbed her, almost jumping on her to stop Lucy running down the other side, Lucy shouted, at least tried to shout, the girl’s hand had clamped over her mouth, silencing her anger at being stopped, even as she looked down the slope and saw her friends, a huge black dragon, and a man. A naked man pinning and even more naked Anja over a rock as her friend screamed and screamed.

As strong as the girl was, she could not hold Lucy, nothing could stop our heroine, not when right before her eyes her friend was about to be raped. At least Lucy hoped it was ‘about to be’. Struggling free of the girl had pulled her rucksack from her back, the straps holding the ice axe had snapped, without thinking Lucy grabbed the ice axe and ran down the slope, too angry to think, to angry to shout, to angry to do anything but save her friend. Which is just as well, because her silence gave him no warning, none at all.

But her movement had caught the attention of the huge black Dragon.

Lucy had never heard a Dragon snarl, the sound was deafening, so loud it made the trees around the hollow shake and vibrate, so loud it caught our heroine completely by surprise and she tripped, fell, rolled down the grassy slope, towards the rock, towards her friend, and towards the man.

Lucy had tumbled right down to where the man still stood, she gasped for breath, then gasped again for as she looked up at the man she saw the huge black Dragon towering over him, claws seeming to rake the sky, razor sharp fangs glinting evilly in the sunlight, the huge black head swooping down, the purple eyes focused on her.

However our heroine was still angry, more angry than she had ever imagined she could be, an anger made stronger by the sight of her naked friend spread over the rock, her legs forced apart by the man’s hands, his intent obvious. Lucy did her best to spring to her feet, but dizzy from tumbling down the slope she staggered and in forcing herself to her feet she head-butted the man right between his legs, his screams adding to the noise, yet lost in the huge black Dragon’s snarl.

Lucy is many things, but she is not fearless, but she is brave, and fiercely loyal to her friends. Her focus was on saving her friend, that one goal was all she could think of, even as the huge black Dragon’s head loomed over her, she threw herself at her friend, only dimly aware of the second snarl, the flash of more razor sharp fangs, more claws, and the blur of black and white. Anja clung to Lucy, shivering, shaking, terrified. Lucy held her friend, her naked trembling friend, soothing her, comforting her, and without thinking, kissing her.

Later Anja would often remember the man, his attempt to rape her, but the memory was always hazy, a soft shadow compared to the blinding heat of that kiss. Anja would never forget that kiss, never. Lucy would never forget her friends first words as their kiss finally ended. “Lucy..? Your eyes…?? Your eyes are purple….!!!

Just then the other girls screamed, terrified as the white Dragon returned, claws tipped with red, fangs dripping, the white Dragon slowly folded it’s wings and spoke.

Of course the girls didn’t understand a word, and their trauma and imagination crafted the sounds into a threat to eat them. Whilst Lucy understood every word, her giresun escort shocked expression was due not to what the Dragon said, but because she could understand every word. That the words made no sense, at least not right then, only increased her shock, and her shocked expression made her friends even more afraid.

“Welcome sister, welcome to my world.”

“How? Who? What?” Our heroine gulped, then, “Fuck..!!”

Few humans have ever seen a pure white girlish sexy Dragon smile sweetly, fewer still have ever heard a pure white girlish sexy looking Dragon mutter “later.”

Our heroine did.

“I will stay as I am, though it frightens your friends.” The Dragon’s voice as smooth as honey dripping from a knife. “The other one might yet return, though he’ll take more care, lest you kill him too.” At that moment our heroine discovered that a pure white girlish sexy Dragon’s giggles sound like spring water gushing over pebbles in a mountain stream. “You are very sexy when you’re angry, but if you get angry again, you should undress first.”

Our heroine understood every word, none of them made sense.

At least not until she helped Anja from the rock and turned around, for that is when she saw the man, the naked man, the naked dead man, the tip of her ice axe sticking out of his chest where he had fallen on it.

“Dragons cannot be killed, except by their own apathy for life, but when a Dragon takes on their other form, their human like form, then they are as vulnerable as you are, in killing him, even accidentally, you assume his abilities, you too are now a Dragon, a very sexy one I hope.” At that moment our heroine discovered that a pure white girlish sexy Dragon can wink in such a way that makes a heroine want to get naked, not to mention the effect such a wink has on our heroine’s pussy.

“I can’t… it’s imposs…. I mean….. FUCK..!!” Our heroine was rather lost for words.

“Later, I promise, the Dragon replied, her voice now more like sweet warm honey oozing down a knife. Lucy felt her pussy get warm and wet at the Dragon’s words, wondering if the razor sharp fangs gave her words that edge? Perhaps the girl’s voice would just be sweet warm honey..?? Our heroine’s pussy got hot at the thought, her nipples joined in, not wishing to be left out, whilst her clit throbbed agreement, seemingly eager to find out.

All in all Lucy’s body had pretty much decided that the best thing to do with a (deep breath) naked girl who was pretty, not model pretty, but athletic healthy pretty, who’s hair was almost straight and seemed to be cut kind of ragged, hair that seemed to be every colour imaginable, like a rainbow of highlights, with striking pure purple friendly eyes a sexy girl who with such features could not be a bad person, but who just happened to be able to turn into a pure white girl-like sexy Dragon with sharp claws and razor sharp fangs. (another) …was to make love with her, endlessly, in short to touch and taste and kiss and hold and lick and smell and finger and nibble and grasp and pinch and tongue and thrust and… and if you don’t think that’s the short version, just wait until they get together… (deep breath, well done)

By now the girls had stopped screaming, mostly because their throats were sore, but also because of the way Lucy was looking at the Dragon. The pure white… (oh no, not again.!!) anyway, the way our heroine was looking at the Dragon had utterly convinced the girls they were in no danger of being eaten.

How wrong they were, though eaten is a rather ambiguous term, luckily for them, for they proved to be very tasty.

It was Anja who spoke next, though first she kissed our heroine again, this time just a quick kiss, hardly long enough for their tongues to greet each other again, then pulling herself away with a visible and reluctant effort, Anja spoke. “Thank you, thank you for saving me, for saving us all, I will repay you, I promise.. The look in her eyes and the way her body opened up in invitation made it quite plain as to how that payment would be made.

The other girls nodded agreement, for although they had not been close enough to feel everything, they had seen everything and felt enough, indeed still felt the desire that seemed to draw them to our heroine.

Monika blushed, Maja grinned, Eva winked, Francesca (Fran) giggled and Helen did that eye-lid lowering thing that she did better than anyone, so well that it drove the boys wild, and made more than a few girls pant with a sudden desire. All of them forgot their fear, forgot their nakedness, forgot everything but how sexy our heroine looked and how lucky Anja was to have kissed her… twice..!! (Not that they were keeping count, not much.)

Meanwhile Anja was studying her friend closely, “They’re not purple anymore…” Her voice had a new tone to it, that of a lover not just of a friend, yet it had a hint of sadness, “I liked your eyes being purple, they looked so beautiful,” she stopped dead, “I’m sorry, I.. you… your eyes are beautiful, it’s just..” she sighed softly and clung to Lucy, as if her embrace would explain everything, as if by holding her friend she could gain… Forgiveness..? Our heroine, now even more confused, hugged Anja tight, kissed her cheek, then turned to the white Dragon.

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Julia had no way of knowing what was coming for her. She, as any fae maiden would be, was too busy sucking the nectar from the honeysuckle blossoms she had been picking, the delicate blooms littering her lap. It was a glorious spring day; the best, in her opinion, of the season thus far. The sky was a radiant blue, the foliage a stunning green, the flowers blossoming, and the brook merrily bubbling by to her left. Dressed in a gauzy gown of silk made of spider webs, the breeze was easily felt through the delicate material which clung to her belly, breasts and thighs, leaving her arms bare as well as her legs from the knee down.

Plucking another blossom from the brush before her, she brought the tip to her lips, which were all rosy and moist from her sucking the nectar out of the bloom. Her blue eyes rolled back in her head as she closed her eyes, humming as the sweet juices fell on her tongue and slid back into her throat. It really was a beautiful day.

Julia never heard the crunch of the flora and fauna behind her as an orc slowly crept up on the unsuspecting fae girl. He watched as her golden curls shimmered down her back, how her pink toes curled in her delight beneath the wiggling ass, which squirmed as she reached for a second blossom. Orcs were primitive beasts, good at making war and staking claim. What was theirs was theirs, and they would fight for it. What they wanted they took. Reaching down, the orc rubbed his twitching cock beneath the loin cloth that covered his more vulnerable parts. Ah, but he wanted that fae girl. Wanted to feel her supple body shudder beneath his own, feel her rosy lips stretched against the length of him, feel his palms filled with the flesh of her bottom and breasts.

Giving a grunt, he tried to control his lust, his cock standing at half mast already from his thoughts. As an orc, he stood at a mere seven feet, which could be considered small for his species. His flesh was a putrid green, rough beneath the sinew and bone of his large size. His face looked like a pugs, smashed in with his black eyes set deep in his skull. Two fangs protruded out from behind his lower lip, framing his tongue as he licked his lips. Oh, yes, he thought to himself. He would have that fae girl this day.

Too occupied her in pleasure, Julia could only give a startled sounds as hands were suddenly grasping her body, the orc having snuck up on her while she had been eating. The bloom fell from her lip, a drop of the nectar dribbling from her lower lip to slowly slide down her chin. With her hands held high above her, she tried to jump to her feet, a scream ripping from her throat as the dress was torn from her body. Turned in her captor’s grasp, she stared up in the orc’s black eyes, watching as his gaze moved hungrily over her body.

Julia gave a sob, her eyes closing tight, shuddering as she felt drops of drool suddenly fall to her skin, sliding down her chest and against her breasts, which were swaying with the shivering of her body. They were full, enough that they overflowed her own hands and probably that of a man as well. Her belly had the hint of a curve to it. Her rear was full and wide with her hips, her thighs sturdy from all the walking she had done. She was not some petite thing, unless you called her height of five foot four inches tiny, but in comparison to the orc, she new she couldn’t win.

When the orc just tossed Julia over his shoulder, the fae girl was surprised. All through hundred some odd years she had lived, she had always been told that orcs would eat her if she gave them the chance. Of course, Julia had never met an orc, her age equating to that of an eighteen year old in human years, just starting on the prime of her life. Looking around her, Julia watched as the orc moved, elazığ escort not knowing the direction he was going in.

The orc, on the other hand, knew exactly where he was going, having a cave just a distance from where he had found the fae girl. As she had given little fight, he had thought to take her home and use her at his leisure. Fitting a hand against one cheek of her bottom, he gave a firm squeeze, feeling the flesh mold to his touch, smirking at the strangled sound she made from her shock. A sharp slap was added to her rear in warning to keep her silent before he hurried his way home.

Julia’s eyes had started to water from the rough handling of the orc. The one cheek of her rear felt warm and tender from the mauling and her body ached from the position. She had given up trying to figure out where he was going, so when the darkness of a cave suddenly surrounded her, Julia let out a scream of fright, earning her another beat to her ass. She hushed quickly, blushing fiercely as both cheeks now tingled, making her squirm a bit. The orc noticed this and smiled, tucking that note of information away for later use.

Light suddenly flooded around Julia as the orc stepped into the chamber of the cave he claimed as his own. Dropping her to a pile of hay that was his bed, he pushed a bolder before the opening to the cave then looked back to his captive. Julia was looking around herself in a bewildered fashion. He watched with interest as her coral pink nipples pushed up from the globes of her breasts, hardened from the cool air, before dropping his gaze down to the space between her thighs, noticing only a single stripped of closely cropped blonde curls, the rest of the space appearing nude.

Unaware of the looks she was receiving, she noticed only a fire in a pit within the center of the floor, rocks set around it to keep the fire from spreading or someone falling in. There was a hole far above her in the top of the chamber, a tiny patch of sky visible as the smoke filtered out of the room. Otherwise, the place seemed bare except for a few weapons that Julia would never manage to lift, made specifically for an orc’s strength.

The orc gave the fae girl time to look over the space, letting his lust once more begin to build as he thought of all the things he wanted to do to her. He watched as her gaze finally came back to him, the fear in her eyes betraying the small sniff of disdain she gave him before looking away. He smirked, enjoying the idea of breaking her down, making her beg. He would get what he wanted.

Coming to her, he ignored the trembled that went through her body, catching her before she could jump up to run. Pushing her down into the hay, he sniffed her hair and rubbed her face against her cheek and down her breasts before pushing against her stomach. He used a hand and the width of his shoulders to pry open her legs, ignoring her screams and demands that he stop. Keeping he opened to him, he pressed his nose against her nude crotch, sniffing and rubbing the tip of his nose between the two lips. He rubbed it against her clit a few times, enjoying the hitch her breathing, the sight of the blush staining her cheeks heavily from the humiliating position.

With a growl he went to work, his head bent to the task. Licking over her, her plunged his tongue between the folds of her pussy, dabbing the tip of his tongue against her opening then sliding up to rub the flat of his tongue against her clit, letting his slobber wet her sufficiently that he could quickly begin lapping at her. Julia moaned with despair at this, her body trembling and bucking from the stroke of his tongue, feeling it slide over her quickly, like the lap of a dog over a new treat. She could feel her juices collecting, especially as he centered on her clit, feeling his rubbery lips pursed around it erzincan escort as he sucked on her clit just as she had sucked on the blossom of the honeysuckle.

Julia felt so ashamed as she continued to respond to the orc’s advances, her hips bucking and pushing up as his tongue began to push its way in and out of her pussy, fucking her with his tongue until she tried to grab hold of his greasy black hair and rock herself against him, but he kept hold so such couldn’t be done. Moans began to slip from Julia’s mouth as she arched into the orc’s touch, feeling the hand keeping her thigh spread wide from the other slide down to cup a cheek of her ass once more, giving a squeeze. She blushed as a moan came from her for that as well, finding she enjoy the pressure of his fingers digging into her flesh.

She never expected to feel his fingers pull the flesh taunt, exposing her pink little rosebud to his gaze, and his tongue. The first stroke of his tongue made her jump but she was given no chance to absorb the shock as the orc just continued to lick at the tightly closed opening. Squirming, she began moaning and sobbing, pleading that he stop. She could feel the pressure of his tongue slowly working its way into her ass and, as much as she tried to push out, he wouldn’t stop.

As his tongue finally lodged itself fully inside her, Julia breathed hard a moment, her body shaking from the pleasure and shock of it all. She didn’t fight as her hands were dragged down a bit, the thumb of the hand holding her wrists feathering over her clit a bit. Julia groaned, her hips pushing up into the finger even as the orc’s tongue began to squirm inside of her ass, causing her to breathe hard and thrash a bit. It felt strange and much to her surprise good. As his tongue began to work its way in and out of her ass, Julia cried, feeling guilty for the pleasure of it as she pushed herself back down on the wiggling muscle. She felt his spit cooling all along her flesh, her pussy and ass saturated with it, and even that felt good to her.

Never realizing when her hands were freed, Julia groaned as she felt the tongue slide out with a slurping pop and a finger pushed in place. That felt even more wonderful than his tongue as his thumb worked in and out of the tight hole. He pushed a finger from his other hand into her pussy, that thumb beating lightly against her clit so that her hips jumped and her muscles jerked. She could barely take the pleasure of it and squealed, her body arching high off the hay.

The orc watched her for a time, calming his movements only when he thought she could orgasm. He didn’t want that. Not yet. After a time he began to lick at her breasts, kissing the flesh before nibbling and sucking on her nipples, making them red and hard from the flow of blood before blowing softly on them. The pleasure Julia had been feeling was slowly growing to the acute point of pain and she began to whimper as she thrashed against him. “Please! No! Stop… I can’t take any more.” Her words were gasped as she looked to the orc, seeing the understanding in his eyes even as he growled and smiled.

Pulling his fingers from her, he licked them clean and sat back, wrapping a hand around his rock hard cock and slowly begin to stroke himself. Julia watched, her body buffeted by pleasure and begging for release. There was a flush to her skin and she stared at him with glassy eyes. It took her moment to realize he had done as she asked but it wasn’t getting any better. Moving to her hands and knees, Julia crawled to the orc, rubbing her breasts against his arm, trying to entice him back to her. She began kissing against his shoulder, one of her hands gripping at his thigh tightly. “Please. Please. Please…” Julia didn’t know what it was she was begging for but she needed it badly.

As if indifferent to the effect erzurum escort she had on him, the orc just widened his legs and sat her down straddling one of his thighs. The rough hair that coated his flesh there pushed into Julia’s swollen and tender flesh, her juices immediately beginning to coat his skin. As if idle, he took hold of her nipples and gave soft pinches, slowly twisting them and rubbing them until she moaned and arched her back. Only then did he begin to tug, forcing Julia to lean forward from his touch, making her put pressure down on her clit.

Keeping her in that position, the orc reached down and began to squeeze and knead her ass with one hand, listening as Julia moaned, her body relaxing despite the odd position she was held in. She never expected to be suddenly jerked up his thigh, making her scream out as sensation burst through her clit. The orc stilled as Julia shuddered, his hand slowly forcing their way between Julia’s thighs from behind, a finger sliding into her and slowly moving in and out.

Shivering from the attention, Julia leaned back on his hand, rocking a bit until she felt his thumb slowly push its way into her ass. His fingers stilled then. Unsure what to do, Julia looked at him, watching as he just left her there and began to stroke himself once more. Keening from her suppressed pleasure, Julia dropped her sweat covered forehead to his shoulder, whispering in a dejected manner. “Please…” The plead got a firm push in with his fingers, making Julia push forward, feeling the grinding on her clit.

The sensation was unbelievable and she just held still for a time then slowly began to move herself against his thigh and fingers. Grinding down on his thigh even as she pushed herself back and forth on his fingers, Julia whimpered and groaned, her hands moving to hold his thigh. The orc didn’t accept this and moved her hands to his cock, staring at her as she gave him a startled look, but she didn’t fight it. Instead, she began stroking him as she worked herself against him, purring in her throat as he moved his now free hand to tweak and tease her nipples.

Julia loved this but soon the frustration built high again and she whimpered with despair when just that alone wouldn’t help her. She felt as if she would die from the feeling. Removing his fingers and her hands, he lifted her up even before she could say anything, and without further ado, slowly began to force the thick shaft of his cock into her soaked, clenching pussy. She had never felt so filled before, not all of his member able to fit inside of her.

Trembling, Julia watched as the orc laid back, resting on her hands and knees above him, her hips tilted down to keep him in. She didn’t understand what was going on until he began to slap her ass. Julia cried out, her hips rocking forward then back down, the orc’s length sliding in and out of her in the movement. Julia quickly got a hang of the motion even as her spanking continued her moans and sighs filling the room until she gave a sudden squeal, cumming around the shaft inside of her, her hips jerking against him.

The orc didn’t give her time to settle down but just moved his hands to her hips, lifting her up and down, tilting her hips so that her clit was stroked down against his hairy groin, teasing it until she whimpered and came around him again, the orc grunting as he felt her muscles clamp and squeeze around him, milking his shaft until he gave a roar and pumped his seed into her.

Julia had never felt such a feeling before as she felt the hot, sticky flow coat her tender inner walls. She was pulled from him when he finished laid down, the orc breathing heavy as he forced her to keep her legs open and watched as his cum slowly began to work out of her body. Smiling at that, he reached down and coated a fingertip with his cum before teasing it against her clit. Julia screamed out and arched into his hand as she came quickly for a third time.

Satisfied for now, the orc laid down and turned his back towards her to rest, leaving Julia a mess as she too fell asleep, her body spread out to the cool air, too sensitive to close her legs comfortably.

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With the rising of the sun also came a dense morning fog, so visibility was not much better than before. The men arrived at a waterline of an inland shore. “You think these patterns in the sand might be the tracks Dong leaves behind?” Karl asked.

“Shh. You hear that?” Jack interrupted. The sound of splashing came from off in the distance. “He’s just ahead of us, crossing through here. And look, the beach curves around in that direction over there. Follow me, men!” He set off around the circumference of what had to be a lake, hoping it wouldn’t set them much further behind the monster’s more direct route. It was still the better option though, as they couldn’t swim across while carrying their weaponry, and he couldn’t be certain it was shallow enough to wade through all the way, either.

As Jack ran along the beach, leading the charge towards the giant beast, he paid little notice to the large hills of sand that would be a common sight in a wind-swept desert, but not along a shoreline. He also didn’t notice as pairs of large antenna began peaking out over the sand. Then the screaming started, and he did notice that.

Jack stopped and pivoted to turn towards the men behind him, his gun at the ready. Karl did the same. Most of the sailors were already firing in a panic as their ranks were overtaken by three-foot-long red ants. The unfortunate ones in the rear were already overcome, each man with two or three of the giant insects crawling up his body, stinging him repeatedly. “Fire ants! Run!” Karl shouted.

“Shit! Into the water!” Jack yelled, getting off a few shots to save the men that were still ahead of the swarm before following them in. They swam away from the shore, cutting across to the opposite side where Dong’s tracks resumed, and the towering beast himself was still visible in the distance. “How many did we lose?” Jack asked.

“Too many. And the weapons, too,” Karl said, noting that none of them had managed to keep hold of any guns or gas bombs.

“I still have a hunting knife with me, but that’s all. Dammit. We can’t stop, though,” said Jack.

“Agreed. Onward, men!” Karl replied, rousing the increasingly reluctant sailors forward. The lagoon ahead of them became increasingly marsh-like, with ample vegetation around them in the form of tall grasses and trees. They caught up to the sea monster as it crossed a narrow inlet of water that stretched in either direction as far as the eye could see, almost like a river but without flow. “We’ve got him now! Hurry!” Karl said.

“Wait, stop!” cautioned Jack. “You see in the water? It’s filled with jellyfish. Going in would almost certainly be a mistake.”

“Fuck,” Karl said, seeing that he was right. He didn’t know which jellyfish were the safe kind and which ones gave a toxic sting at the slightest touch, and it wasn’t worth taking a chance. He looked along the waterline in both directions. “There. That fallen tree reaches all the way across. We can cross there.”

Jack ran over and climbed up on the dead log, testing it. He scampered across the sixty foot or so distance to the other side, than called back, “It’s safe! Come on across!” Karl helped the sailors up onto the tree as they started over.

– – –

Anne was still in her post-orgasm stupor, but started to pull out of it when the gentle, rhythmic rocking of the tentacles holding her ceased and she felt something hard beneath her instead. She opened her eyes and saw that she was in the crook of a branch on a large but dead old tree. She weighed her options, including jumping down into the water below, but she wasn’t sure it was deep enough for that.

Dong moved away from the tree, heading back towards the inlet crossing, where the men were not being as quiet as they should have been. Once he was within reach, one of his mighty lower tentacles lashed out and grasped the fallen tree. Karl leaped off to the ground on the far side, having not started across yet. Jack had taken cover under an enormous conch shell and hoped he hadn’t been seen. The sailors were not so fortunate, however. As Dong shook the tree, and turned it side to side, they all fell into the water, one by one. Their screams soon fell silent, indicating that they were a poisonous type of jellyfish after all. Dong released the tree, this time lengthwise in the inlet, no longer bridging the two sides. Satisfied with that, he began examining the ground to make sure he hadn’t missed anybody. A tentacle diyarbakır escort wrapped around the conch shell, and began to lift it from the ground.

Anne’s scream suddenly rang out. The beast dropped the shell and moved back to where he’d left her. Another creature had discovered her there, this one a gigantic orange-and-white mottled crab with very long, spindly legs, and even longer arms tipped with short, sharp-looking claws. The captain would have recognized it as a Japanese spider crab, albeit one that stood fifty feet tall. Anne clutched at the tree as a claw tried to navigate its way to getting a grip on her. Dong’s gurgling roar drowned out her screams as a great tentacle wrapped around the crab’s arm and pulled it away.

The crab turned its attention to the great tentacled beast, its other arm swinging around to attack, only to befall the same fate as a tentacle swiftly grabbed it and held it fast. The two monsters wrestled with each other, the crab trying to push in and do damage with its claws, and Dong trying to hold it at bay. They were both only partially successful as the claws scratched harmlessly along Dong’s shell. Anne looked on, still feeling the rush of her earlier panic, and wondering if the best outcome would be if the creatures managed to dispose of each other.

Dong pushed the crab’s arms upwards and managed to move in closer to it. He wrapped more of his tentacles around the crab’s legs and pulled hard. With a loud cracking sound, a leg broke off the crab’s body, soon followed by another. Dong tossed the legs aside and reached in to grab more. The throw was careless though, and one of the legs collided with Anne’s tree, toppling it over. Anne jumped away at the last moment and hit the ground rolling. It was painful, but she forced herself to her feet and took off running. It looked as though Dong had the upper hand and would come out on top. She didn’t want to be around when he did.

– – –

“Jack! Jack, are you okay over there?” Karl called out.

Jack crawled out from under the shell that had been his shelter. “Yeah. That was close, though,” he answered.

“Tell me about it. If I’d started across that log I’d be a goner. And now I can’t get across to you,” Karl said.

“That’s not what we need right now anyway,” said Jack. “Go back to the ship, get more of your bombs.”

“And leave you out here alone?” Karl asked.

“If I lose track of them now we’ll never find them. If I’m lucky there will be a chance to make off with her. If not I’ll find a way to signal the location to you.”

“Right, no other way to it I suppose,” said Karl.

“Not that I can see. You’d better get going, and look after yourself,” Jack said.

“You too. Good luck.”

“To us both.”

– – –

Anne ran through the swamp, thankful that the ground was fairly solid here. She stole glances behind her, checking to see if the towering monster was following. All of a sudden, she could no longer move. She felt her body spring backwards and then halt between two trees. In her haste, she hadn’t seen the giant spider web that she was now caught in. She struggled against it, but the natural adhesive was too strong. Dread came over her as she realized where giant spider webs come from.

Proving her correct, a six foot long spider crawled down from the tree and across the web, looming over her. Fear paralyzed her body and her voice as she resigned herself to being the arachnid’s dinner. She could see its large fangs as it leaned in and stuck them in her shoulder. She could feel them injecting venom into her body. At least she wouldn’t be eaten alive, then.

The spider paused and waited for the venom to take effect. As the minutes crawled by, however, Anne didn’t feel weak or sick. Something did feel different, and something about it was oddly familiar, but she couldn’t quite place it. Finally the spider stirred again. When Anne saw the large organ descend from the spider’s body and move towards her pussy, she groaned. “Jesus Christ, doesn’t anything on this Goddammed island want to eat me instead of rape me?” she asked aloud. Despite that, her pussy was already dripping wet and the spider’s tool entered her without too much effort.

Anne moaned lustfully as the arachnid filled her up. It wasted no time in pounding its large member against her cervix. It hurt, but it was a pain filled with pleasure, and her body tensed as an edirne escort orgasm hit her hard. That wasn’t all, though. As the monster pushed harder against the entrance to her womb, she could feel her insides reacting with a sharp pain, a level of distress she hadn’t felt since…

She knew what it was: a contraction. The feeling she recognized was labor. The spider’s venom was some mix of hormones that had tricked her body into thinking she was giving birth again. This time, though, she had nothing inside her to push out. This time, she had something trying to push… in. “Oh, God! Oh God no! Noooooo! Help meeeee!” she screamed, and then let out a wordless shriek as another contraction hit her, and the spider’s organ advanced into her opening cervix.

“No, no, no, no, I hate my life, I hate this island, I hate Karl Dickem, fuuuuuck!” she yelled, her body given over to the intense pleasure and the crushing pain, her limbs thrashing to no avail against the sticky web. With another contraction, the spider finally pushed its way through and into her womb. Anne sobbed, unable to handle the emotional or physical violations of her innermost womanhood. The spider’s organ inside her pulsed, undulating as parts of it suddenly grew thicker and pushed their way first into her cunt, then up through her cervix, both causing her to shudder with the pain or pleasure that she couldn’t even differentiate anymore. She felt new weight deep inside her body.

That’s when she realized, it wasn’t a penis inside her. The spider wasn’t even male. It was an ovipositor and it was pushing eggs into her womb. She wasn’t going to die right now, no. She was going to die when they hatched and ate their way out of her. She couldn’t cry, nor could she scream. Her mind went numb, refusing to process what was happening. Her eyes went into a dead thousand-yard stare, watching but not seeing as her belly stretched into a mocking semblance of pregnancy, filled with dozens of carnivorous spider eggs. She heard a scream, the most horrifying, blood-curdling scream she had ever heard in her life. Then she recognized it was coming from her.

The orgasms and contractions continued, almost overlapping each other now, as was the screaming, as was the spider pushing more of its eggs into her. Then all of a sudden, the spider was gone. Moments later, so was the web. The ground and trees fell away beneath her. Anne snapped back to reality as she found herself once again face to face with Dong, one of his large tentacles wrapped around her body. Another tentacle clutched the spider, and crushed it easily. So, it was out of the fire but back into the frying pan.

She looked down at her belly. It looked like she was at a full term pregnancy. She burst into tears again, sobbing and wailing, wondering if somehow this absurd and gruesome fate was what she’d deserved all along. Dong gazed at her carefully. One of the small tentacles from its face reached over to her and poked at her egg sac belly. He let out another of his gurgling roars, then set off at a hurried pace through the jungle swamp.

– – –

Some distance across the island, Dong arrived at some sort of lake or inland bay. The water looked clear and deep, and this was proven when the water easily came up to Dong’s head as he ventured in. He transferred Anne to his small tentacles, pulling her arms behind her and holding her legs spread wide. He lifted the spider’s carcass above her and gave it a squeeze, letting its blood and ichor drip down and land on her body. Anne retched from the smell and wondered if she was being prepared as a meal after all.

Dong lowered her into the water, taking care to keep her head above it and being mostly successful. Almost immediately she felt his tentacles caressing her body again. No, they felt a little different actually. As her head dunked briefly under again, she caught a glimpse of what it actually was. She was surrounded by eels. Normal sized ones, not freaky island giant sized. She whined as loudly as she could while keeping her mouth closed to avoid drowning. Every Goddamned creepy thing on the island was going to get a taste of her, it seemed.

When one of them nuzzled her pussy, she tried to recoil, but Dong’s tentacles held her in place. She realized she shouldn’t even be surprised by it all anymore. The eel kept at it, and after a few tries it did manage to push its way inside her. As she felt it working edirne escort bayan its way deeper in, she felt ashamed that it actually seemed to have easy time of it in her well-used cunt. Nor did it stop at her cervix, either. Her womb’s entrance was still pliable enough from the spider’s venom that the eel went through it easily, causing a jolt of pain but also a small orgasm. By now she was almost used to the shame of her’s body’s enjoyment of the horrors being visited upon it, but not quite.

Then the eel wriggled its way back out and swam away, only to be quickly replaced by another. One by one they went in and out of her, each one probing deeper inside her womb, until one of them finally went all the way inside. She cringed as she felt it moving around inside her womb. Her eyes welled up with tears. Before today, only one living thing had ever been inside there. Now, her body was continuing to be violated in a way that cut to the core of her humanity.

Suddenly though, she realized that her belly seemed smaller and lighter again. Of course! They were eating the eggs! This new insanity made sense now, though it didn’t make it much easier as another eel pushed into her womb while the one was still in there. When they had their fill they left again, replaced by still others. She shut her eyes and let it happen, the disgusting eels removing the even more disgusting spider eggs from inside her. Her body orgasmed almost continuously from their comings and goings, which was a blessing since it kept her mind too blank to dwell on it all.

Finally they stopped invading her and lost interest. Her belly was back to its normal size, too. Hopefully that meant all the eggs were out of her. She felt herself being lifted out of the water as Dong crawled back up onto land. He looked at her intently, and one of his small tentacles stroked gently across her pussy as her arms were released. An insane lust fell upon Anne at that moment. She smiled at the great monster and said, “So now you’re saving me. Does that mean you’re not so bad after all? Why don’t you go ahead? You’ve earned it, and God knows everything else has been filling me up into my womb today.” Dong didn’t respond until she reached forward, grabbed the tentacle, and guided it into her pussy.

She moaned deeply as she felt her cervix penetrated once again. Unlike the spider or the eels, however, Dong genuinely fucked her uterus, thrusting the tentacle in and out fast and hard. “Oh God! Fuuuuuuck yes! Fuck me! Fuck my Goddamn womb! Ahhhhhh!” Anne shouted. With fear left behind and her body numb to the pain, all she felt was unbelievable pleasure. With both hands she grabbed the nearest unoccupied tentacles and pushed them towards her pussy also. Dong got the message and slid them inside her for a total of three pounding all the way through her pussy and into her womb. She took them inside easily, and Anne came instantly with another loud scream.

She felt them moving around in multiple directions inside her, pushing against the walls of her womb. She looked down and could see them moving within her, the skin of her belly writhing with the motion of the tentacles within. No longer a spider nest or a buffet for eels, now the most precious part of her body was just a playground for Dong. She came again, even harder than before, reveling in it, loving every moment, her head thrown back and her back arched, her body tense as the sexual release repeatedly shot through her.

As before, Dong didn’t let her remaining holes stay empty, filling her ass with a tentacle and her throat with another. She found herself wishing they could somehow fuck her so deep they met in the middle. It almost felt like they were. She could feel the symphony being played upon her body by the pounding tentacles was building to a crescendo. A muffled scream and her eyes rolling back signaled her most powerful orgasm so far, so much that she passed out.

– – –

“Captain, you wouldn’t believe that island in there, or the way that monster just mercilessly shook those men off that log,” Karl said.

“All of those men lost, how terrible!” the captain said.

“Enoff is going to make some kind of signal once he tracks down Anne,” said Karl.

“Chances are they’re both gone for good, though,” Anglerod said.

“We’ll wait for first light tomorrow and then go after them whether there’s a signal or not. Did the islanders give you any more trouble?” Karl asked.

“They finally pissed us off enough that we shot a few rounds off over their heads. That got them to leave us alone, hiding in their odd houses,” the captain answered.

“That’s good, then. Get a man up on the wall as lookout, in case Enoff does get a signal out,” Karl said.

Continued in Act VI

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Jaina waded into the women who looked at her with eyes full of lust and desire. Hands reached up, sliding along her legs and grasping for her wrists. She was pulled down before she had taken a dozen steps as women from a broad spectrum of races converged on her body.

Just a few minutes ago, she had been allowed to run to Roric with tears in her eyes. He explained how sorry he was she had gone through that, but she stopped him. She was grateful for the experience and explained the offer she had made. Roric mulled it over with Chandice, who thought it was an excellent deal. Jaina’s body would buy them protection from Alexandria, and all she had to do was entertain Rajeen with sex.

Jaina didn’t see any harm in being lent to the woman, but Roric took it a step further. He marched her back into the room where he well and truly sold her. There wasn’t a fixed price, as it was more of an exchange. Jaina would become Rajeen’s slave, paid for by dancing and fucking for Roric at night. Eventually, Roric would move on, and when he did, Jaina would be sold back for the sum of five hundred gold.

Rajeen immediately agreed, and before Jaina could utter a word, her collar was removed. She was then stripped down to her slave cuffs and handed over to her new owner. Rajeen had Jaina sit in her lap as she explained that what she enjoyed most was watching her slave girls make love. She wanted Jaina to sleep with the harem and share herself freely so that the tiger woman might relish the sight. A new collar was fixed around her neck to mark her new ownership, and then she was presented to the girls.

Now Rajeen sat on her throne, looking down on the mass of naked women making love before her. A bell-shaped metal bowl was to her right, glowing with a red light as a wisp of smoke rose from inside. Just seeing it made Jaina’s skin prickle with goosebumps as she knew what it was for. A single metal rod protruded from the bowl as it magically heated up, getting ready for its intended use. Rajeen explained to Jaina that all her girls wore a mark to show they were her property. The mark was a small tiger’s paw with a heart in the center branded on their left cheek and magically enchanted to glow with a soft pink light.

As Jaina was now legitimately her property, she was going to be marked like the others. The girls would focus on her, making love until Jaina was so lost in the passion she forgot all about it. Then when she least expected it, she would be branded, and forevermore people would know who she belonged to. It was a terrifying thought to think she was going to be branded and would forever bear another master’s mark, but the deal had been struck, and there was no going back now. She just prayed it would happen quickly and that one of the girls could heal the pain away.

Now a dark-skinned elf woman pressed her lips to Jaina’s, their tongues instantly coming together to dance in Jiana’s mouth. Her legs were grabbed by several pairs of hands and pulled wide as she was laid on her back. The kiss was soon joined by a mouth at each of her breasts, sucking at her tender nipples and driving her wild. Her legs were held firm with feet in the air as other hands slid up and down her thighs. A moment later, fingers played with her moist pussy, as at least four hands explored her fleshy flower, playing with the petals while rubbing the bud in the middle. Up and down her stomach came rubbing hands and soft kisses. At least a dozen women were doing their best to taste Jaina’s skin, and it was having the desired effect as Jaina shook from sensual overload.

Her breasts were squeezed even as gentle lips sucked the nipples. All across her skin were soft kisses and caresses. Even her feet were rubbed, licked, and kissed, driving her wild as she shook uncontrollably. Several fingers found the entrance to her deeper soul, and she thrust her hips up as they reached in.

Her kissing partner pulled away and was quickly replaced by another whose warm tongue filled Jaina’s mouth with passion. Jaina clutched at the rears of random women leaning over her body, sucking or kissing at her breasts. She began to writhe in absolute pleasure, moaning into her lover’s mouth as her pussy was fingered by at least three women. She struggled uncontrollably as a hoard of beautiful women consumed her body. A tension was rapidly building inside that would only find release one way, and that moment was drawing close. With panting moans, she began to shake, her legs trembling as women struggled to hold them open. A single long cry escaped her lips as the power built to the very edge, and then she screamed as it was driven over. She ran wet over the fingers inside her, and they were quickly pulled away to be replaced by tongues. Women competed to reach her gooey center, eager to taste the nectar of her flower in orgasm.

Now there was a sticky tongue feasting on her tender folds, eating her moist pussy like a decadent treat. Her orgasm never truly abated as the constant assault on her body never ceased. Jaina thrashed and twisted çorum escort as the tension inside built again, growing like a fire being doused with gasoline. Her hands gripped tightly at pert rears as her stomach muscles clenched in preparation for another powerful orgasm. It came flooding out less than a minute later as her voice soared in a pleasure-filled wail.

Suddenly her lips were free, and something warm poured onto her stomach while fingers began to spread it across her skin. Jaina could smell roses and spice and realized it was scented oil being rubbed all across her body by eager hands. She was being caressed in every possible way before they turned her over and pulled her to her knees. Something tugged at her plug and began to work it out of her rear until it came away, leaving her feeling empty. Oiled fingers quickly replaced it, spreading the divine liquid into the empty space.

Jaina moaned as her pussy was rubbed incessantly, but she was nervous about her current position. With her rear exposed, she was in the perfect position to be branded, but tongues and fingers were all that touched her skin. She looked up to see a woman kneeling before her, the folds of her pussy just before Jaina’s face. She loved to eat pussy, and now she was surrounded by dozens of them, waiting to be feasted on. She struggled to lean forward, reaching to barely tickle the tender surface with her tongue.

The woman looked down with a smile, and to Jaina’s delight, she laid back, lifting her hips to present her body as a juicy gift. Jaina hungrily feasted, savoring the flavor of the strange woman’s pussy even as something firm was inserted into hers. She moaned as the object was rapidly thrust into her body, fucking her like a firm man. Hands groped at her breasts, kneading them firmly while a tongue began to lick at her ass.

Jaina tried to concentrate on licking the sticky pussy at her lips, but it was impossible to ignore the sensation of her body being so thoroughly tormented. She cried into the woman’s body as others eagerly licked up her third orgasm. She couldn’t believe that such pleasure could exist anywhere, and she closed her eyes to surrender to it. She went back to feeding on her stranger’s pussy as another woman lay between her legs, licking her click while the object continued to fuck her.

Jaina was lost to the passion as minutes began to tick by. She managed to bring the woman she was feeding on to orgasm and was allowed to eat a new woman who took her place. This was what she wanted, a never-ending buffet of sexy flowers to feed on. Around her, other women were having sex, filling the chamber with the sounds of passion. Jaina could smell the sex, the sweet scent of pussies coming to orgasm as women made love to each other.

Time passed, and Jaina was on her hands and knees, eating her fourth pussy by licking up the sweet honey-like a bowl of cream. Whatever had been inside Jaina’s pussy was now in her ass, working deep as an unseen woman firmly ate Jaina from underneath. Time had become meaningless, and so did any sensation of her surroundings. After her seventh orgasm, she was picked up and sat astride another woman who wore a strap-on. Jaina was lowered onto the thick device and then laid on the woman’s chest. The woman wrapped her arms and legs around Jaina firmly as they locked lips to kiss. Other women huddled around them, leaning over Jaina and holding her tightly in place. Multiple pairs of hands firmly grabbed her wrists and ankles until she could hardly move a muscle.

The new lover worked her hips, firmly fucking Jaina’s pussy as another woman worked the object in her ass. The woman wrapped her arms around the back of Jaina’s head, holding her tightly so that the kiss couldn’t be broken. Jaina was oblivious to anything but the sex, her whole world filled with never-ending passion interrupted by regular orgasms.

She never saw the silent nod given by Rajeen to a girl standing beside the throne or how that woman wore a heavily padded glove. Had she looked up, she would have seen the iron inside the bell-shaped bowl was missing, and so was the woman. She became all too aware of what was happening when a sudden flaring pain scorched her left ass cheek. She screamed into her lover’s mouth as the other women pressed down, holding her in place as the brand was seared into her flesh. It was only there for a few seconds, but that was long enough for Jaina to burst into tears. A trail of smoke drifted from the blackened paw print that now marked her as Rajeen’s property. Around the mark, her skin was an angry red filled with blisters, but something like honey was rubbed over the wound, and suddenly the pain went away.

Even through the pain, the sex had never ceased, forcing her to endure pleasure through all of it. Jaina sobbed as the women slowly relaxed their hold, allowing her to catch her breath and even reach back to touch the mark. Whatever had been rubbed into her skin had not only taken away the pain but soothed away the blistering. denizli escort She could feel only smooth skin as if the iron had never touched her. She opened her eyes to look around, and an elf woman with mint green hair understood what she wanted. The woman turned around so Jaina could see her rear and the soft pink paw print with a heart in the center. It looked almost as if it had been drawn on with some kind of iridescent marker and the woman leaned in so close Jaina could kiss the mark.

Her heart raced to know she now had one marking her forever as one of Rajeen’s slave girls. She belonged to a massive harem now, and her only purpose in life was to have sex night and day so her mistress could watch. Even as she thought about it, she had another orgasm, her legs shaking as she threw back her head to cry out.

“Enough,” Rajeen called from her throne. “It is time to prepare my drink.”

Jaina heard the words but didn’t quite understand what they meant. Suddenly there were hands all over her body, and she was pulled away from her lover. Her world was a blur as her legs were lifted into the air until she was lying on her shoulders. Her legs were held high and pulled apart while a woman fondled her tender lips. Her pussy was spread wide as two women walked up with a tray full of cups containing red wine. Women lined up to take a cup, then one by one took a mouthful before leaning over Jaina to press pursed lips to her pussy. They sprayed the wine into her throbbing hole, slowly filling her body with the sweet liquid. Jaina trembled as the sensation of the wine grew inside her stomach. She was swelling from the forced injection of the liquid, and yet women just kept coming. More and more was forced in until she was sure she could hold no more than one woman was allowed to stand before her spread pussy and leaned over to begin licking.

Jaina moaned as the woman focused exclusively on her clit, never once daring to touch the wine that filled the entrance to her womb. She was sure the wine had gone into her womb and probably beyond, but those quickly faded. This woman was some kind of sexual class as the touch of her tongue was maddening. It was the same effect as if Gisley had kissed her two fingers, and in less than ten seconds, Jaina was having an orgasm. It went on and on as the woman continued to lick Jaina’s tender clit, never letting the orgasm go. Some of the wine spilled out as Jaina clenched uncontrollably. Women leaned in to lick up the rivulets, never letting a single drop reach the floor.

After what seemed like an eternity of orgasms, the woman stepped back and announced the drink was ready. Jaina was lifted straight up with legs spread wide while her head was but an inch off the floor. She was carried that way to Rajeen and then had her wine-soaked pussy presented like an offering.

Rajeen smiled as she leaned over Jaina’s abused pussy and inhaled the sweet scent. She then took out a long golden tube and inserted it deep into Jaina’s pussy. Jaina closed her eyes as her breathing became labored. She understood what was about to happen, and the sexual tension was driving her mad. Rajeen leaned forward and began to sip the orgasm-drenched wine directly from Jaina’s pussy. Jaina was a living chalice, used to steep the wine with honey of her orgasms. It was mixed in her body to Rajeen’s liking, and now her mistress was drinking deep of her favorite drink.

Jaina had never felt more like a sex slave in her life. She was a toy to a lustful mistress who loved to watch her pets have sex. She existed only to provide her mistress with the thrill of seeing her orgasm and knowing that it was at her will that she had them.

Rajeen leaned back with a pleased smile and waved the drink away. Jaina was carried back to the other girls, who eagerly sipped from their mistresse’s straw. Jaina swooned to think that every girl in that room was drinking from her pussy, and would be able to claim that they knew her flavor.

When her womb was drained, Rajeen declared that Jaina should be rested. This involved her being returned to her feet and taken to a set of pillars beside Rajeen’s throne. Her arms and legs were attached to magical chains that then hoisted her up, spreading her legs wide so that she hung in the air, her pussy at eye level. A bowl was placed on the floor under her pussy to catch the drips of wine that leaked out, as wasting the sexual blend was considered a crime. She was left to hang there, a work of art for her mistress, as the other girls went back to an orgy of sex.

It was only now that Jaina was allowed to catch her breath, and after ten minutes or more, she finally started to think clearly. Rajeen had taken her in ways she never imagined, and even now, her body was dripping with orgasm-spiced wine. She began to wonder what Roric would think of the mark, afraid he might be angry. Still, this was Jaina’s idea, and if he was angry, the blame solely lay with her. She toyed with the thought that he might just let Rajeen düzce escort keep her, trapping her in a life of sex in that massive harem. No, that was a foolish thought and one she didn’t have time to dwell on as a large prickly tongue suddenly licked her sore pussy.

Rajeen grabbed Jaina by the rear and pressed her long tiger tongue into Jaina’s flower. She felt a sudden sensation of joy to know her master was paying her special attention and even directly giving her pleasure. She threw her head back and moaned loudly as Rajeen pushed something into her ass and began to thrust with it while firmly licking her folds. Jaina realized her mistress wanted her to orgasm for her, so she moaned and thrashed, eager to give her what she wanted. It didn’t take long as the slave collar made it just as easy to orgasm from anal sex as it did vaginal. She had a powerful and wet orgasm as her mistress swallowed every drop before stepping back to gaze at her.

“This is the life you lead for me,” Rajeen said as Jaina panted. “All of my girls were collected because they needed somebody to take care of them. I provide them all they could ever want or need, and in return, I ask them only to enjoy themselves but never to have sex with a man. You will be allowed special privilege in this regard, and when people see you dancing with my mark, it will drive them wild.”

Jaina looked up with a curious expression, so Rajeen played with her ass, rubbing where the mark was on her cheek.

“I see you haven’t considered this,” Rajeen said. “But people know my girls are forbidden to have sex with men. Some of the women here have never known a man and never will so long as I am in charge. It is the dream of many to fuck one of my girls, and some have tried to lure one or two away. When you dance and make your offer, the men will see a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. King’s ransom will be paid to fuck one of my slave girls, and you will quickly find you are in high demand.”

Jaina went to speak, but Rajeen quickly put a finger to her lips with a soft shush. She explained that only a few privileged girls were allowed to speak beyond cries and moans. Jaina was free to have loud orgasms, but she was encouraged to use no actual words. All Rajeen wanted to hear was the sound of her pleasure as she made love again and again. She went on to explain that there was a penalty for having sex with a man. The woman would be given a choice, have her mark burned off and then sent away, or be put in chastity for an entire year. She would be allowed to stay in the harem to provide pleasure to others, but she would not be allowed any herself until her penance was paid.

Jaina wanted to ask if that had ever happened as she imagined she would go mad being a full year in chastity. She bit back the words and nodded she understood, silently obeying her master’s request to speak only to moan in pleasure. Rajeen then informed her that she choose two girls to hang beside her bed every night and one lucky girl to share it. So Jaina was going to hang tonight, put on display while Rajeen made love with one of the others.

Jaina was excited to be chosen for such a thing and smiled to let her mistress know she was pleased. Rajeen gave Jaina’s pussy one final firm lick and then went back to her throne to watch the girls having sex. Jaina watched too, longing to be in that pile of flesh-eating another pussy to orgasm. She let out a contented sigh as she well and truly felt at the mercy of her mistress. She would have sex only when Rajeen allowed it and would be happy to hang on display for as long as she wanted.

After awhile, the wine stopped dripping from her pussy, and she was lowered to her feet. A dark elf woman with silvery-blue hair picked up the bowl and held it to Jaina’s lips. She tipped the bowl back, and Jaina was allowed to drink her own wine, savoring the flavor of her body.

She was then strung back up and allowed to hang for what seemed like hours as women had unending sex before her. Eventually, the time came that Rajeen would go to bed, and she selected her three women, two to hang and one to be dominated by her mistress. A tall, slender Tanril woman was chosen to hang with Jaina. Their race was a humanoid version of an amphibious lizard. They looked human with soft white skin and purple to near pink stripping with slender tails and large dark eyes. She had short reddish hair and lips that looked made for kissing. The lucky girl who would share her mistress’s bed was a human with white hair braided down her back. All three were led to the bed chambers by two other girls who first hung Jaina and then the tanril woman, so they were suspended just beside the large plush bed. The human girl was chained to a metal ring over the headboard, so she couldn’t leave the bed.

Jaina made eye contact with her partner, and they shared a silent smile, waiting to see what delights would go on in the bed before them. The human woman looked nervous as she played with her chain, awaiting her mistress’s arrival. When Rajeen finally did arrive, she was completely naked and holding a long black device. It looked like a string of balls, and Jaina immediately recognized it as a plug. Two other women flaked her as they entered the room together, but the other two went to stand by the wall as if waiting for a command.

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Desirée woke to pain. Every part of her body hurt, even her eyelids. She stared up at the pale colours of a sickbay ceiling, blinking against the glare of the overhead lights. Even through the bed, she could still feel the omnipresent rumble of the ship’s engines. An IV drip was attached to her left arm.

“She’s awake.” She understood the words but her ears told her she had only heard a strange croaking sound. She looked down, the nerves in the back of her skull shrieking; she was strapped down to the bed. A nearby monitor beeped contentedly. She couldn’t make out any of the symbols.

Ssurhuk-T’at moved into her line of vision, his three eyes bright with concern behind his spectacles. The froglike alien looked gray, as if he hadn’t slept in far too long. He croaked something at her.

Two seconds later, her brain caught, “Can you understand what I am saying to you?” Her ears swore they hadn’t heard a thing.

Desirée opened her mouth. It was dry, parched. “Water,” she barely croaked. “Please . . . water.”

He croaked again. “Of course,” the words entering her brain half a second later. He picked up a strangely shaped glass filled with water. The glass had a narrow tube extending out from it, like a straw permanently attached.

He croaked once more. “Here.” Desirée realized that she was hearing a translation, somehow routed directly to her brain. The water was clear and cold, and tasted wonderful. She sipped from the glass for several seconds before he took it back and placed it on the side table.

“You cannot have too much too fast. Now do you understand what I am saying to you?” he asked again, the translation now coming simultaneously with his croaking.

She ran her tongue around her lips, and found she could speak. “Yes, but it feels strange . . . in my head.” Her voice was rusty from lack of use.

“That’s the Universal Translation Device working,” Veronica walked into her line of vision, black circles under her eyelids and her dark eyes bright with unshed tears. “We installed it while you were unconscious. It works by bone induction, and takes a while to calibrate. But are you all right?” She stood on the right side of the bed, her fingers lightly stroking Desirée’s cheek.

“What happened?” Desirée asked as memories came flooding back. “Why am I here? Why did you shoot me?”

“I am sorry, dear, but I had no choice,” the older woman said, still stroking her cheek. “In the state you were in, you might have seriously hurt yourself.”

“It was a very near thing,” Ssurhuk-T’at said soberly in what Desirée was beginning to realize was his native tongue. Her UTD was now giving her the translation almost simultaneously. “You were infected with one of the highest concentrations of Asmodii venom I’ve ever seen.”

“Asmodii what?”

“Meljahza, the Asmodii attendant who seduced you, had falsified her records to conceal the fact that she was a fertilized female.” Veronica’s lips compressed with rage. “She’s currently in the brig, under arrest for attempted murder.”

“Asmodii have a very unusual gestation cycle,” Ssurhuk-T’at added. “Once the male fertilizes the female’s eggs, she carries them for a period of eight of your months. Once she has done so, she injects the fertilized eggs into a carrier. After a period of another 10 months, the Asmodii infants eat their way out of the carrier, killing it as they are born.”

Desirée shrank back, horrified. “That means . . . she was trying to . . . and I–“

“Sssshhh,” Veronica said, still stroking the teen’s plump face, wiping away the sudden tears. “It’s all right, darling, it wasn’t your fault.”

“When the fertilized female is preparing to find a carrier for her eggs, she secrets a hormone through her sweat glands,” Ssurhuk-T’at continued. “That venom is the only known aphrodisiac in the Confederation. It will make almost any creature do what a fertilized female asks it to do, which allows the female to plant her eggs inside them. In turn, the fertilized eggs have a special enzyme that counteracts the venom, which is why the infected creature will almost beg the fertilized female to implant her eggs in the subject.

“This venom is highly dangerous,” Veronica said. “The Guild occasionally uses it, but only in highly diluted states. When you first interviewed for the Guild, I injected you with a serum that contained a single drop of the venom.”

Desirée remembered that incident. Even when diluted, the venom had caused her to masturbate uncontrollably. It wasn’t surprising that the undiluted substance from Meljahza’s body had made her crave such a violation.

“Ssurhuk-T’at is the Confederation’s leading expert on Asmodii venom.” Veronica’s brown hair hung down in tangles, her hand was still pressed against Desirée’s cheek. She looked like she hadn’t slept either. “He smelled it on Meljahza and immediately went to find me. Like a fool, I consulted the records, found her file, and told him he must be wrong. Thankfully, he convinced me otherwise before it was too late.”

“Thank you,” Desirée said to the froglike alien. She shuddered at how close bursa escort she was to dying.

“It was my pleasure,” he replied, smiling at her.

“But why . . . how?”

He understood what she was trying to ask. “As a requirement for joining the Confederation, the Asmodii promised that they would never place fertilized eggs into Confederation citizens, or other sentient beings. However, Meljahza admitted to belonging to a minority sect that believes injecting fertilized eggs into dumb animals weakens their race. In order to purify and strengthen their bloodlines, members of their order seek out intelligent but naive beings and make them carriers.”

“Injecting a potential Guild courtesan would have been a major coup for them,” Veronica said softly. Desirée pressed her face against the older woman’s hand, trying to wish the nightmare out of her head. Her lower lip quivered and tears slid down her cheeks.

“On the plus side, I was very impressed that you were able to absorb such an incredible concentration of Asmodii venom and survive,” Ssurhuk-T’at said. “The amount that you received from Meljahza should have killed you. It very nearly did.”

“You can thank Ssurhuk-T’at for that as well,” Veronica said. “He took care of you and worked hard to get the venom out of your system. You’ve been in this bed for over a week.”

“How?”

“Unfortunately, there is no known antidote and vaccination has had a limited effect.” He suddenly grinned. “However, the endorphins released through sexual release do speed the venom’s breakdown.”

Desirée digested the implications of that for several seconds. “Oh.”

“I hope you realize just how lucky you’ve been, young lady.” Veronica’s lips twitched. “You’ve had the exclusive services of one of my best courtesans for more than a week. There are governments in this galaxy that couldn’t afford his rates for that extended period of time.”

“Thanks again,” Desirée said to the tall alien. Then, feeling daring, “I’m only sorry I wasn’t there to enjoy it.”

Ssurhuk-T’at threw his head back, croaking his distinctive laugh. Veronica joined in, shaking her head in amusement.

“Desirée! Desirée!” Kalyani rushed into the hospital room, tears running down her dark cheeks. “Are you all right? Please tell me you are all right!” She had lapsed into her native Hindi in her excitement, but Desirée’s UTD was calibrating itself quickly.

“Gentle! Gentle!” Veronica cautioned, just as the young Dalit was about to fling herself onto Desirée. “She’s still very fragile!”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Desirée soothed her friend, who was running her hands all over her face. “I’m — can I get out of these?” Her wrists and ankles pushed against the restraints.

“I’m not certain.” Ssurhuk-T’at turned to the sickbay doctor, a tall spidery looking alien who was studying the monitor readouts. “Is it all right for her to be released?”

The blue-furred doctor shrugged his four shoulders eloquently. “You are more of an expert than I am,” it said, Desirée’s UTD providing a running translation. “Whatever you think best; I have no experience with these creatures.”

“I think it should be all right,” Veronica said softly. “She seems to be herself again.”

“I agree.” Ssurhuk-T’at pressed a button and the restraints vanished. The sickbay doctor removed the IV from her arm, eliminating the scar with a quick hypo-spray. Desirée moved her arms and legs with relief. However, she felt incredibly weak and every muscle ached.

“You look much better,” Kalyani said, brushing Desirée’s hair back from her eyes. “I came to see you every day.”

“You look better, too,” the sandy blonde replied. “Are those new clothes?”

“Do you like?” Kalyani proudly touched the red and gold sari she was wearing. “Signora Franco found the cloth for me. She says these are the Guild colours.”

“It looks amazing on you,” Desirée said, meaning it. Now that Kalyani was eating regularly, her face and figure were filling out. She was more voluptuous and her green eyes and hair were brighter. It was easy to see why Veronica had chosen her for the Guild.

“Well, I’m for a shower and a nap.” Veronica rubbed her eyes. “Now that you’re on the mend, I have neglected business to attend to. If you will excuse me . . . Ssurhuk-T’at?”

“Not just yet,” he replied. “There are still some things I need to take care of here.”

“All right.” The small woman walked out the door of the private room, yawning as she went. With a final check of the readouts, the sickbay doctor followed her.

“How are you feeling?” Ssurhuk-T’at asked Desirée quietly. “Really?”

“I feel incredibly weak,” she said, looking at Kalyani. “And every muscle in my body hurts.”

“The muscle ache is due to the venom still being in your system,” he said. “But now that you’re awake, the worst is over.” He prepared to leave.

“Wait!” Desirée said. He stopped, and looked at her. “You said . . . that orgasm speeds the absorption of venom and eases the soreness, right?”

“That is correct.”

“So . . .” She took a deep çanakkale escort breath. “Will having another orgasm relieve the pain even more?” She avoided looking at Kalyani: her green eyes were as wide as saucers at the turn the conversation had taken.

His wide mouth twitched. “Is that a request?”

“Well,” Desirée tried to smile, “if I have the exclusive services of the best courtesan in the galaxy . . .”

“Not the best,” Ssurhuk-T’at, said judiciously, his three eyes twinkling. “But certainly in the top 5. And yes, a few more orgasms should help speed the absorption of Asmodii venom.” He was grinning now, walking towards the bed.

“I must leave.” Kalyani gathered up her sari, almost running for the door.

“Kalyani, wait!” The whip-crack voice stopped her in her tracks.

Ssurhuk-T’at eyed the two teens. “The first night on the ship, did you two observe me with Signora Franco?”

Desirée and Kalyani looked at each other for an endless moment. They both nodded. Kalyani’s shoulders were scrunched, as if she expected to be beaten. From what little Desirée knew of her history, Kalyani was too used to abuse from men.

“I see,” he said. “Why did you not leave, or let us know you were there?”

“It was my fault, Professor,” Desirée spoke quickly. “I wanted to see you and Ms. Franco having sex and I made Kalyani stay. If anyone should get in trouble, it should be me.”

Ssurhuk-T’at looked at her scornfully. “The last time I checked, Ms. Tanner, Kalyani was a grown woman. If she had wanted to leave, she would have left.” He turned to the trembling Dalit. “If you had wanted to leave, would you have left?”

Desirée could see the wheels turning in Kalyani’s head. Finally, she raised her eyes to Ssurhuk-T’at’s. “Yes,” she said in a small but defiant voice.

“Did it excite you, watching me with Signora Franco?”

An even smaller voice: “Yes.”

The alien smiled down at her. “That was the correct answer. If you wish to join the Guild, you will have to treat every sexual experience you witness or participate in as an opportunity to learn something. It’s no crime to have an interest in sex; in fact, it’s encouraged.

“It’s now time for your first lesson: go over to the door and lock it. Then, you will closely observe what I do with Desirée. Is that understood?”

Kalyani nodded. She locked the door, then went over to stand by the wall.

Ssurhuk-T’at paused by the bed. “Not there, Kalyani. I want you a lot closer. Kneel by the bed.” He pointed where he wanted her to go.

Desirée smiled at her friend while she tried to control her breathing. “You can hold my hand,” she told her friend.

Smiling nervously, Kalyani knelt by the bed and gripped Desirée’s right hand in hers. Her left hand slipped under Desirée’s shoulders.

“Excellent,” Ssurhuk-T’at smiled at them both. “Then let’s begin.”

With a practiced motion, he removed the topsheet and blanket. Desirée was naked: she could already feel the warmth pooling in her hips. Although she had previously never considered sex with an oversized frog to be erotic, she remembered what he had done to Veronica that night in the observation lounge. The alien’s towering reputation, and his confidence in his skills, excited her.

He began by massaging the balls of her feet, every touch sending tendrils of heat shooting up her legs. She bit her lip. Despite his bizarre appearance, Ssurhuk-T’at’s fingers were nothing less than magical.

Is there something special about your hands that’s making you do this?” Desirée said, her voice more close to a moan than she would have liked.

“Merely practice making perfect,” he said softly, intent on his work. “If manipulated properly, virtually every part of a being’s body can become an erogenous zone. The trick is knowing how to touch it right.”

Desirée gasped when his fingers brushed the arch of her foot. She already felt more turned on than she could possibly believe. Ssurhuk-T’at waggled his eye ridges. “Of course with someone this responsive, it’s not that difficult to arouse.”

“Is that a compliment?” She was already finding it difficult to breathe. She heard Kalyani gulp by her right ear; her palm was sweating.

“Very much so.” His fingers moved to her ankles. “It’s a pleasure to work on you.”

“Could you . . . bring someone to . . . completion merely by touching their feet?” Kalyani asked, her eyes as wide as saucers.

“Now that’s a trade secret,” the professor murmured, massaging Desirée’s ankles and calves. He bent down to run his lips along the inside of her legs, slowly spreading them. She hissed on an intaken breath. Her nipples grew long and hard, blood darkening the aureoles. The smell of her flowing juices permeated the air.

“Very easy to arouse.” He lowered his mouth to her inner thighs, just as he was massaging the backs of her knees. Desirée closed her eyes: enjoying the sensation of his lips and tongue working her soft flesh, she barely noticed the way he was spreading her legs, opening her vagina to his view. Already she knew his çankırı escort reputation was well deserved; if he was in the Top 5 of Guild courtesans, she briefly wondered when she’d meet the other four.

Kalyani’s palm was sweating heavily from where it was clasped in hers; Desirée could feel her friend’s breath hot on her neck and shoulder.

Ssurhuk-T’at shifted his grip, stroking the back of her thighs as he pushed them higher. His long tongue caressed her legs, a pleasant counterpoint to the hardness of his lips. She whimpered, her gentle lassitude replaced by a hard urgency. Her left hand slid down her stomach, pressing against her hip. Beads of sweat formed on her flesh, a large drop rolling down the cleft of her taut, heaving stomach.

He propped her legs on his narrow shoulders, his thumbs pressing the muscle of her inner thigh right where it joined her hips. His lips and tongue slid closer to her aching pussy, breathed lightly on her dewy folds then back up the other thigh. She whined at his tender torture, her left hand clutching the sheets underneath her.

“So close, so very close now,” he breathed on her dripping pussy.

“Oh God. Please, please, just . . . please!”

He chuckled. “Well. If you insist.” His lips encompassed her folds, his tongue burrowed inside her.

Desirée screamed, her hips rising off the bed then crashing down with the force of her orgasm. She whimpered in time with the waves of pleasure rippling from her hips. Her whimpers slowed and stopped, her slender body loose and relaxed.

“That was . . . incredible.” Kalyani’s face was flushed as she brushed Desirée’s sweat-soaked hair from her friend’s forehead. Desirée was panting from the aftermath, her face and body slick from her exertion.

“I cheated a little,” Ssurhuk-T’at admitted. “She still has some Asmodii venom in her body and that’s making her respond much more quickly to my technique.” He watched Desirée carefully, waiting for any sign of movement, his 3-fingered hands making small circles around her hips and stomach.

The sandy blonde moved her head, murmuring. Ssurhuk-T’at smiled. “And so it begins again,” he said, his hands starting to move with more urgency.

“Please, stop.” Desirée ineffectually tried to move his hands away. “You can’t.”

“Oh yes, I can and so can you.” His three eyes were wicked. His 12-inch tongue flickered out, caressed her vaginal lips and brushed her clit. She moaned and her hips briefly lifted in response. “By now, I probably know your body even better than you do. We have to get as much of that venom absorbed as we possibly can in one session. And besides, this is as much for Kalyani’s benefit as it is for yours.”

“Why?” Kalyani demanded, still holding Desirée’s hand. A bead of sweat slid down her dark forehead. “What do you wish me to learn?”

Ssurhuk-T’at smiled at her. “First, the idea that sex is an art form: about giving and receiving pleasure, not just something to be endured.”

Kalyani flushed, lowering her head. Ssurhuk-T’at nodded, his suspicions confirmed. “Second,” he continued, “I want to give you some idea of how much pleasure a body can take, and it’s a lot more than you might think.” He briefly went back to caressing Desirée. She was no longer resisting his touch; her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily, once again beginning that upward climb towards ecstasy.

“And third, ” he spoke finally. “These are basic techniques that any Guild courtesan must learn, and can apply to virtually every race in the Confederation. You will pleasure a great many guests during your career, and not all of them will be males. So it’s good to get a head start.”

With that, he plunged his tongue deep into Desirée’s wet pussy, making her arch her back. The long tongue slid around inside her, touching every part of her vaginal walls, leaving waves of pleasure wherever they passed. It plunged deeper than any man’s penis had ever gone, sliding past her cervix and touching her womb. Desirée bucked her hips against his tongue, moaning uncontrollably. Her fingers pressed against the ridges of his head, pushing it against her hips.

Then, his tongue was gone. Desirée whined from the loss, but gasped when his fingers replaced his tongue in her pussy. His fingers flexed in a come-hither motion, stroking the upper wall of her vagina. Her legs, spread to allow him complete access, were trembling from the intense pleasure his touch was unleashing in her.

“Come down her, Kalyani, and see what I’m doing,” Ssurhuk-T’at said softly. The Indian woman left Desirée’s side and walked down to the foot of the bed to stand beside the alien professor. She trembled, a mix of fear and desire on her dark face.

“And . . . now,” Ssurhuk-T’at said, licking Desirée’s clit at odd intervals, making the blonde teen quiver in response.” We find . . . her G spot.”

His fingers touched a place inside her. Desirée wailed in response, her hips just about leaving the bed. He slid up her body to hold her against him, his fingers still buried in her pussy. She screamed into his chest, more aroused than she ever thought she could be in her life. She could no longer tell if she was having multiple orgasms or just one gigantic climax. Every nerve in her body was alive, craving sensation, each touch and caress brought her higher and higher until she thought she’d have a heart attack.

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Author’s Notes: Hi! This is my first submission to this site ever! This story is based on Greek Mythology, specifically the story of Hades and Persephone. In case you didn’t know, Hades the king of the underworld and the richest of the gods took Persephone against her will to be his wife. My favorite myth! 🙂 Now, I’m not perfect, so please forgive any spelling and grammar errors. Oh, and there won’t be any sex in this chapter, but there will be eventually. 🙂

Chapter One

The maiden happily wandered around the field, picking pretty flowers and shaping them into garlands. Laughing nymphs followed, gossiping and jesting in the sunlight.

“Junko,” one of the nymphs said as she approached the maiden, her nude form adorned with lowers and leaves from the tree she lived in. “Your dear mother must be concerned.” Her plump and pouty mouth was in an untrustworthy grin.

Trying not to pay the nymph too much attention, but not wanting to seem rude, the maiden plucked up a tiny yellow bloom and gave a distracted sounding, “Huh?” She shrugged. “Why? Because her former husband was so courtly to me the last time we met?”

Another nymph blurted out something Junko had been told all her life, yet never believed. “He’s your father! He doesn’t act like it, though, giving you lecherous looks!”

Junko paused her flower picking quest to sternly stare at that brazen creature of nature. “Mother told me I had no father. She is a goddess; she does not require a man to have a baby.”

The first nymph stuck her tongue out at Junko. “Like a child you always argue this point. Everyone knows the king of the sky is your father.”

Flipping some of her waist-length pink wavy hair out of her face, Junko decided to throw her hard earned garlands at the nymph and stomp her dainty dirty foot. “You are so rude! Why do I socialize with you?!”

When Junko stalked away the nymphs called out to her with laziness in their tones; none of them really cared where she went. It was assumed a goddess could care for herself, and the island they lived on was amazingly safe.

***

She really didn’t understand why her dear mother, Kazue the harvest and fertility goddess, would tell her one important fact, while everyone else had a completely different version. Someone had to be a liar in this case, but Junko knew her mother would never lie.

Still fuming about the bewilderment, Junko tried to gather more flowers. It was her goal to think of more pleasant things, to try to return to her normal cheerful self. That’s the reason why people liked her; she was perky. At least, that is what Kazue always said. For a moment, as Junko was crouching over a pretty flower that seemed to glitter in the sunlight, she thought she could sense an odd satisfaction from being angry. It almost . . . Hurt in a way that felt good. She wanted to kick someone, but there was a peculiar adrenaline rushing through her. Did emotional masochism truly exist?

Junko straightened back up to her full height, which was not a very intimidating height. Around five feet tall, most of the gods towered over the girl whom was probably the youngest of the immortals. She stared at her delicately shaped hand and its slender fingers. Her skin was rather pale for a creature that spent almost all of her time outdoors.

Kazue had told her that on the day she was born, the joyful mother laid Junko in an enchanted crib made of ivory and pearls, decorated with many white flowers. On that day Kazue admired the baby’s soft and smooth skin and declared that her child shall never gain a dark tan because she had always wanted a pale daughter. Junko still slept in a bed of ivory and pearls, when she did sleep in her mother’s greenhouse of a palace. Usually she slept under a tree of the island’s forests. Every living thing there seemed to love her. It was her mother’s island; the concept made sense to everyone.

A little thought popped into her head. What sort of things would happen in the future? Things have always been the same. Kazue went off to perform her work or do business with other deities, while Junko remained behind. Traveling other places was rare. Recently the mother and daughter went to the palace in the sky to see the king named Shou. He had requested it, claiming to be curious about Kazue’s daughter. It had been a brief and awkward visit. The god really did look at Junko like she was a very tasty fruit, ready to be sliced into pieces and devoured slowly. The maiden had no idea what sort of thoughts she should have about him.

They had met the sky queen, and she was not friendly. She looked at Junko like she was a piece of feces stuck to her bare foot. Kazue had tried to keep her bitlis escort daughter as far away as possible. It was the strangest thing in the world to Junko. Nobody had ever been so unkind to her. It was frightening.

Warmth seeped into her bare back. Junko blinked and pulled a red flower up. She looked down at her almost nude body. Perhaps something in her form was displeasing? Junko shrugged, realizing her anger was gone, and the adrenaline was too. She rather missed the feeling.

Her wide blue eyes scanned the grass and flowers, noting some insects and a few small birds. There were so many colors, blue, yellow, pink . . . and black? Quickly she ran to the black thing she had spotted. Never before had she seen a black flower. Junko knelt on the ground to stare at the unconventional thing.

It reminded her of a black rose, but roses typically grew from a bush or something similar, with other buds, and black roses simply did not exist. This flower was held up by little more than a tall single stem rooted to the earth, with no thorns and small pale green leaves. The dark flower was amazingly large, and had a beautiful hint of another color. Junko used a fingertip to trace the thin blood red lines on the edges of the petals. She immediately fell in reasonable admiration with the flower; this particular bloom had delightfully soft petals, like the skin of a baby’s foot. Junko had little experience with babies, but she had touched one when she was a child. Her mother had been showing her what these things called mortals were, and the goddesses had been invisible at the time.

Having no idea what to do with the black and red thing, Junko settled for sitting on her bare backside and regarding the plant with a dreamy smile. Idly her fingers played with the cloth of her only garment, a long white cotton sash wrapped around her midsection, from just below her small breasts to her belly button. This flower was too beautiful to be a simple garland. Once the idea came to her, Junko realized she had dropped what few flowers she had been carrying, and didn’t care where they were. Then she thought this flower might work well as an adornment in her sash. She could place a special spell to make it everlasting after she plucked it, and then maneuver it so that it was somewhere in her sash. All the nymphs would be so jealous!

Squealing with delight, Junko reached out to take the rose-like thing. The very second after the flower was officially out of the ground something really amazing, terrifying, and totally unexpected happened. The earth seemed to vibrate, Junko could feel the sensation seep upwards from her backside, up her spine, all the way to her head. She jumped up and looked around her, wanting to find out what this strange vibration was. Was it that thing mortals dealt with, what were they, earthquakes? Her mother had told her that many mortals perished in these things. Junko knew she could never die, but she didn’t want to get hurt.

The young goddess was about to run off for help, but she halted to gawk at the spot she had pulled the flower from. There was a hole, and it slowly grew large enough for an adult tiger to move around in. If there was a bottom to the hole, Junko couldn’t see it. Like a curious idiot, she stepped to the edge and peered into the hole. Nothing but darkness greeted her from it. She scratched her scalp with an index finger, and then she examined the dark flower. It sufficiently distracted her to the point where she stuck the long stem into the front of her garment, right below her bosom.

That girly amusement sealed her fate.

Cold and hard chains of gold flew up from the hole and wrapped themselves around Junko’s slender arms and legs, like cruel vines. Screeching and kicking, the goddess fell into the hole, and saw the brightness fade away until there was nothing else but pitch black space. She knew she was falling, and then her eyes protested to sudden light. The light was mild and a strange red, but it was still light she was not ready for. Soon Junko was falling slower, floating down a round tunnel she had to idea existed until that moment. The red light was moving along the walls, looking like some sort of living liquid that defied gravity.

She had stopped screaming, her throat burning. The chains were tight, but not painful, and they were sliding along her flesh lightly, almost like they were caressing her. Junko made small gasping breaths, coughed a few times too. She stretched her limbs and flexed her toes. Hoarsely the girl made an attempt at words and found that she could not speak without pain.

A new light, a brighter version of the former red, came into her bolu escort vision. Junko pressed her hands into her face, hiding her sensitive eyes, and wept from fear. Then there was darkness again, and she sensed she had stopped floating. Cool firm stone touched her body. She was on some sort of ground. Junko wanted to get up and survey the area, but the unnatural darkness and the silence scared her. Never before had things been so quiet. There were no birds, no squirrels, no buzzing bees, nothing.

She kept crying behind her hands. It was the only proper action she knew of at that point. She would have cried forever if an unfamiliar voice had not reached her ears.

“You do enjoy crying, don’t you?”

The voice was calm, deep, and so very alarming. Junko flinched and pushed her hands against her throat as she stared up at a tall form standing over her. There was some light; it looked like firelight, but there were no typical crackling sounds that fires made.

Her skin buzzing, Junko managed to pull herself up to her knees, noticing that the gold chains were missing. The fact puzzled her for a few seconds, but she chose not to fret about it.

“Where am I?” Junko gazed up at the person, glad her voice had returned. She sounded and felt terrible, but at least she could speak.

His face was a strong one with a square jaw, and in the dimness his eyes and short hair appeared dark. Junko didn’t like his smile. It reminded her of Shou. “You are in my kingdom,” was what he told her.

Junko had met only two immortal kings at that point, Shou the sky god and Umi the ocean god. Naturally she assumed any other kings in the world would be mortals. Uncertain of how to speak with such a creature, Junko gulped down some saliva and made a large fake smile.

Softly the man inquired, “Are you injured, Junko?”

That struck a confused chord in her. Unashamed, she looked into his eyes and tried to see if she could recognize him, which wasn’t likely in her opinion. She had never made herself known to a mortal. Kazue was planning on helping her become the official spring goddess so that mortals may worship her, but that was not meant to happen until Junko was a bit older and more experienced with her magic.

“How do you know my name?” She tilted her head at him like a puppy hearing a new sound. Did she hear him chuckle?

“Your father told me.”

Automatically Junko argued, a bit of ire in her tone, “I have no father! Why does everyone tell me differently?!” Her eyes narrowed in frustration.

The leather of his gloved hand made creepy stretching noises as the man pulled her by her upper arm. When Junko was standing he released her, but not before he allowed his finger a quick stroke of her flesh. It was so rapid that Junko did not notice it.

“Thank you, Your Majesty.” She tried to grin at him again, then looked around. They were in a peculiar room, was it a throne room? There was a large chair on a silver and gold dais in the center, and it was made of adamant and what looked to be bones . . . humanoid bones, skulls at the armrests, skeletal hands of many adult sizes layered on the legs and around the backrest, other types of bones too. She trembled and retreated, her body meeting a corner.

“Why did you kill all those people?!” That shrill question was the first thing that popped into her head, and unfortunately it came out her mouth before she could reconsider.

With a mild shrug, the man retorted, “They’re the idiots that tried to change nature.” He walked over to the throne, his steps soft, like he was barefoot. Junko didn’t really know if he was barefoot. A long dark garment was clasped onto one of his broad shoulders with a golden pin encrusted with rubies, and it fell low enough to hide his toes. Whoever this king was, he was rich, and physically strong. His exposed chest and abdomen was sculpted well.

“Do you have any idea who I am?” he asked her, sitting down on the black cushion on the seat of the chair. Junko really hated how he asked the question. He spoke to her like she was a silly little child that had said something amazingly stupid.

“No I don’t, but I think you do.” Junko folded her arms. “I’m the daughter of Kazue, and she will be amazingly concerned once she discovers I’m missing. The last time my mother was upset, the mortals could not harvest their crops for a full month.”

“I really don’t care.” The king leaned back in his throne, his eyes idly wandering around her body. “If she allows her emotions to control her domain, then is a fool.”

Junko stomped her foot at that, flipping her hair. “My mother is not a fool!”

He laughed again. “It doesn’t burdur escort matter.” He looked at a drop of wax that trickled down from one of the two candelabras that sat on two round tables on either side of his throne. “My name is Nori. Do you recognize me now?”

Clueless, Junko just blinked at him and made a pensive hum.

“Little girl? Nobody has told you of me?” There was disbelief in his words. “Well . . . I imagine your mother only told you what she assumed you needed to know. You are immortal, and if I had not brought you here, we would have never met.”

“You brought me here?” Junko glanced down at the flower in her sash. “Why?”

Nori’s answer was to snap his fingers. On the far wall facing the throne, a large circular flat thing appeared. Junko moved to stand beside one of the candelabras and look at it. The object reminded her of a large mirror, only instead of a reflection she saw silver swirling light. Then the image altered itself until Junko saw herself, only a few years ago, when she was only fifteen years old. The younger Junko was climbing a tree, completely nude except for the pale pink fabric wrapped around her legs and thighs.

Junko stared at the image, shocked that a mortal would have such a device. Kazue had something similar, a magic wooden bowl that when filled with water could show the viewer nearly anything from the present or the past.

Suddenly the image changed again. A sixteen year old Junko played catch with a blue river sprite, tossing an apple back and forth. Then a seventeen year old Junko ate breakfast with her mother, enjoying beans, wheat, pears, and pomegranate seeds. Pomegranate seeds were her favorite food. Finally the mirror-like thing reverted back to its silvery state.

The device shimmered as it disappeared into the wall, as if it was being absorbed. Junko gave Nori a politely interested expression, naiveté obvious in her eyes. “Why do you have something like that? I was told only immortals have such things.”

“I am immortal.”

Junko’s lips parted a bit, but then her mind quickly digested the information, and she nodded her head. “I didn’t know that. That’s interesting. You’re a king too? King of what, where are we?”

He didn’t even have the courtesy to look at her, just stared at the wall. “The underworld.”

Leaning in and putting her hand on the backrest of the throne, Junko said to him, “Where’s that?”

“A plane of existence with entrances and exits that lie underground. This is the place the souls of mortals go to when their bodies die.”

This was new information. Junko didn’t know mortals went anywhere when they died, never really thought about it. “That’s just lovely. I like that mortals have a place to go. Soooo . . . Um?” She tried to think of something persuasive to say. “So just take me back home.”

Nori stood then. He twisted his torso to reach for her wrist and without speech he yanked her to him. The nearby candelabra fell off the table and landed on the dais, but the flames somehow snuffed themselves out as soon as the candelabra landed.

Reasonably afraid, Junko yelped as the action took place, and tried to pull herself away in a fruitless attempt. Nori spoke to her in a victorious voice, like he had won a rare prize. “I asked your father for the right to take you as my wife, and he agreed. Actually, I don’t think he really cared about what happened to you, but that doesn’t matter anymore. You’re mine now.”

For a complete minute she just looked at him, mouth agape. She blinked multiple times. She wasn’t exactly sure when she started talking, but she knew to her own ears her words seemed pinched. “I have no father and my mother would never let me be a wife to anyone. She tells me I’m not mature enough.”

He rolled his eyes. “You are little more than a child. That’s true. I still have many purposes for you.” Nori gave her wrist a territorial squeeze. “You will be shown to your new bedchamber.”

Right after he said that two young looking women with stark white skin and lower lips as red as blood entered via a tall doorway; their glossy black hair was arranged into whimsical lobes with hairpins of silver and onyx stone. Humbly they both bowed to Nori and then to Junko’s irritation they bowed to her. She didn’t like how their narrow eyes shone like little balls of flame. She did mentally admit their demure black robes were elegant.

“We will dress you Your Majesty,” one of the women said.

“There are many garments and jewels for your pleasure, Your Majesty,” said the other.

Junko backed up a little; it was a pretty useless action. The two women glided over to her like ghosts, one on each side of the goddess, and took her arms in their tight and manicured fingers. Their hands were so frigid and so strong Junko was forced to walk where they walked. In earnest she protested, kicking and screaming like a child in a tantrum. She was still taken down a hallway she really wanted to avoid.

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Hypnotherapist Dr. Nathan Lyle, Martins Smoking P2

RE-CAP: Martin started going to a Hypnotherapist to help him kick his smoking habit. Although he was not aware Dr. Nathan Lyle used his hypnosis to put Martin under his spell and turn him into a private slave during their appointments.

= = = = = = = = = Week Three — Follow Up to first Hypnosis = = = = = = = = =

—– —– Martin’s Point Of View —– —–

A full week had passed since Martin had last had an appointment with Hypnotherapist Dr. Nathan Lyle. Although he still could not quite remember what had happened in his last appointment with the Hypnotherapist there was no denying the fact that he had not smoked a single cigarette or cigar since the encounter — however he ha started to crave a smoke the day of his meeting with Dr. Lyle. Martin thought that hopefully after having another meeting with his Hypnotherapist that his craving would go away like it had before.

Martin arrived at the building where Dr. Nathan Lyle’s office was and made his way inside. Just as he had done the week earlier and the week before that he took a seat in the waiting room and looked over the room. He had arrived much closer to the time of his appointment this time and was only sitting for a short matter of minutes before the office door opened and the familiar faces of the husband and wife he had seen the last two visits came out. Just like both times before the Hypnotherapist chatted with them and walked them to the door. As Dr. Lyle turned around Martin stood up and they greeted each other with a handshake before heading into the office. Martin took his usual seat as did his Hypnotherapist.

“So — Martin how have you been doing since our last session last week? Have you smoked at all? Had any cravings?” Hypnotherapist Dr. Nathan Lyle asked as he picked up his pad of note paper and a pen.

“Pretty well actually. I have barley had an urge to smoke anything — but I did start getting a craving last night and this morning.” Martin explained still a bit surprised and skeptical on the whole hypnosis concept.

“Well like I told you at our first meeting – the type of hypnosis and conditioning we are working with here isn’t magic it takes time and hard work. I’m not surprised our work isn’t over yet. We may have to keep trying for some time.” Dr. Lyle said brushing a strand of his blonde hair out of his blue eyes.

Although Martin was still very skeptical about hypnosis he couldn’t argue with what results he was aware of so far. He had in fact not craved a smoke for almost bayburt escort a whole week so maybe there was some truth to this hypno stuff like the doctor had said. Plus his other patients seemed to keep coming back as well so there must be something to all this.

“How about we get started then Martin — lay back and close your eyes while I dim down the lights.” Dr. Lyle said as he stood up and walked over to the switches to lower the brightness in the room.

Martin did as the doctor said and got comfortable in the couch like chair. The doctor went back to his seat after dimming the lighting and placed his notepad on a nearby table.

“Now what I need you to do is just listen to my voice. Let the calm and peace wash over your body mind and soul. Listen and understand nothing but me – ” Dr. Nathan Lyle spoke softly as Martin began to enter a hypnosis educed trance like the week before.

Just like last time Martin came back out of his coma like hypnosis unable to remember anything feeling as if all he had done was take a long blink. He felt a bit groggy and fuzzy as he rubbed his eyes and say back up.

“Martin — how do you feel?” the Hypnotherapist said to his patient.

“I feel a bit refreshed I think — and my urge to smoke seems to have gone away” Martin replied impressed with the doctor’s work.

Martin then tried to stand up but his legs felt a bit weak and his butt felt a bit strange — tender maybe.

“Be careful — sometimes after being in a trance like this people can feel a bit disoriented.” Dr. Lyle explained.

“I think we should set up another meeting to check on your progress and to see if the hypnosis is working. I currently have a booking for our usual time next week so how about we plan for the day after” Dr. Lyle suggested writing down in his notepad.

“That works just fine” Martin said as he stretched himself out as if he had awoken from a long slumber.

“Good then lets plan on that.” Dr. Nathan Lyle said as he stood up from his chair and walked to the office door opening it for Martin.

As Martin walked out he saw the same older woman in her mid-40s or 50s from the previous week sitting in the waiting room. He gave her a small smile and then walked out of the waiting room just as Dr. Nathan Lyle started to speak with her and escort her into his office.

—– —– Dr. Nathan Lyle’s Point Of View —– —–

Martin did as the doctor said and got comfortable. The Dr. Lyle went back to his seat with the lights now dim and placed his bilecik escort notepad on a nearby table with his pen still in hand.

“Now what I need you to do is just listen to my voice. Let the calm and peace wash over your body mind and soul. Listen and understand nothing but me – ” Dr. Nathan Lyle spoke softly as Martin began to enter a hypnosis educed trance like the week before.

Just like last time Martin fell deep into D. Nathan Lyle’s trance and the doctor could clearly tell.

“Martin — when I click my pen three times you will go back to the submissive cum and cock craving state you have planted inside you — you will serve me and obey my every command –” Dr. Lyle said before clicking his pen — once — twice — three times.

Martin’s eyes snapped open and the now hypnotized patient sat up.

“Hello Martian” Dr. Lyle said.

“Hello master” Martin said in his regular masculine voice.

“Oh no — that wont do — Martin act more like a stupid girly bimbo whore” Dr. Lyle instructed.

“Like this master?” Martin responded in a more female airhead voice.

“Yes — from now on when you are in this state that is the voice you will make” Dr. Lyle commanded.

“Now my pet — lets see if we can have a bit more fun than last time” the hypnotherapist said as he went to a cabinet and opened it up revealing a multitude of sex toys from dildos and vibrators to whips clamps gags and wigs.

Dr. Nathan Lyle looked into the cabinet then back at Martin then back in the cabinet as he decided what to use on his brainwashed bimbo of a patient. He then smiled and grabbed some of the items and walked back over to Martin. He ordered the submissive man to strip which due to his new programming he did without question. Soon Martin was standing nude in front of Dr. Lyle his 6in cock swinging between his legs. The blonde haired man had Martin bend over the furniture in the room and slowly slide a lubed up pink dildo up his ass. Martin moaned like a girl as he felt it slide inside.

“I always like the beginning of training. Last week was fun but finally starting to break in a new patient is always fun.” Dr. Lyle said to Martin knowing he would not remember or process a thing.

“Ahhh uuuwwuuu” Martin let out as Dr. Lyle moved the fake cock back and forth in the hypnotized man’s tight ass.

“Good patient. Remember this is all to help you” the man said to Martin with a chuckle.

“Ye-ss master” Martin replied as dribbles of cum started to leak out of his cock from the anal bingöl escort pleasure.

Hypnotherapist Dr. Nathan Lyle continued to experiment with his patient while keeping an eye on the clock in his room to make sure he had enough time to make everything look back to normal by the time Martin’s appointment was scheduled to end. After playing with Martin for a while longer the doctor knew his time was coming to an end for the day. Just like their last appointment Martin was ordered to clean himself up as the doctor fixed up the room. The memorized Martin did as commanded cleaning himself up and getting re-dressed before getting back to his position on the couch. Dr. Lyle then took his seat next to his patient and grabbed his notes and pen.

“Martin — when I click this pen three times you will revert back to your normal self. You will have no memories of this encounter until I place you back under my trance. You will feel relaxed — you will feel calm — you will not have the craving to smoke again until our meeting for next time gets closer. Oh — and after you leave here today you will start to get urges to watch porn — gay porn — submissive porn — sissy porn — and you will love it and play with yourself while watching it. You will also decide to shave all your body hair.” The hypnotist ordered followed by one click of the pen — two clicks of the pen — three clicks of his pen.

Just like their last appointment from the week before Martin came back out of his coma like hypnosis unable to remember anything feeling as if all he had done was take a long blink. He felt a bit groggy and fuzzy as he rubbed his eyes and say back up.

“Martin — how do you feel?” Dr. Lyle asked his patient.

“I feel a bit refreshed I think — and my urge to smoke seems to have gone away” Martin replied impressed with the doctor’s work.

Martin then tried to stand up but his legs felt a bit weak and his butt felt a bit strange — tender maybe.

“Be careful — sometimes after being in a trance like this people can feel a bit disoriented.” Dr. Lyle explained.

“I think we should set up another meeting to check on your progress and to see if the hypnosis is working. I currently have a booking for our usual time next week so how about we plan for the day after” Dr. Lyle suggested writing down in his notepad.

“That works just fine” Martin said as he stretched himself out as if he had awoken from a long slumber.

“Good then lets plan on that.” Dr. Nathan Lyle said as he stood up from his chair and walked to the office door opening it for Martin.

As Martin walked out he saw the same older woman in her mid-40s or 50s from the previous week sitting in the waiting room. He gave her a small smile and then walked out of the waiting room just as Dr. Nathan Lyle started to speak with her and escort her into his office.

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On the outside, it looked like nothing could disturb Sara in her meditative pose under the cold waterfall. Her ample breasts and firm athletically toned shapes were perfectly still and relaxed despite the intense flow of the surging water against her bare skin. But even with her full focus, she could not drive all the perverted thoughts or images from her mind. The harder she tried, the more her body burned like a savage beast’s in the heat and she drifted further from conquering her bodily desires.

When nearby whistling began intruding into Sara’s ears, she doubled down her attempts to ignore all external distractions. If the same fools managed to annoy her every time, she would never achieve true power and immortality. If one of the female masters would have been under the waterfall, they could have ignored everything and simply thanked the men for their futile attempt at distraction.

“Such nice tits, I can see her erect nipples all the way from here,” a familiar voice that belonged to Sara’s peer named Levi exclaimed. It made her green eyes jolt open and stare at the trio of white-robed miscreants who at the same time annoyed Sara with just their existence and made her relieved that she was clearly not close to being kicked out as a failure since these guys were still being tolerated.

“What’s the matter? Even the master says we can’t be enlightened unless we conquer all bodily shame,” Silas grinned with an arrogant smug face that annoyed Sara the most. Just looking at it made her want to pin him down but even that trail of thought twisted into an image of her squeezing his head with her bare thighs. Like she was incapable of thinking about any man without wanting to mess with his body.

“And now you are listening to him? You are his worst disciples,” Sara shot back even as it meant that she was stooping to the same level as these wastrels. But at least she hoped it would mean that they stayed away from her. Even as her mind imagined it, the last thing she needed was these uncouth men distracting her when she was doing a good job with it herself.

“Then shouldn’t you tutor us? We have seen you mediating with all peace and calmness with the other male disciples and even some masters,” Levi irked and memories of being surrounded by the powerful well-built men filled Sara’s mind. None of them would ever act like in any of her twisted fantasies that plagued her imagination, but these three might. And if they did, she might break even more, be seen by others, and be expelled from the academy for being too deranged.

“I’m way too far above any of your level, so begone,” Sara flared and she closed her eyes just to start seeing images of the men naked. Holding their penises and slapping her face while telling her to keep focused and ignore outside distractions.

“But you haven’t even gotten your magic weapon, and we have, maybe we can exchange some pointers,” Silas exclaimed but Sara tried to ignore him. She focused her mind and felt the water stream down her body and press her blond hair against her skin. But even if she could remove all words from her mind, perverted images kept haunting her inner vision while hot sensations tingled her even under the near-freezing water.

“What was it that the master keeps saying to you,” Levi voiced while the others laughed a bit. “You will get one when you discover why but once you discover it, you might regret it.”

“I bet he means that it’s some bamboo stick that’s really special but you haven’t even earned it yet,” Silas added to the joke. It was not the first time Sara had heard it as these unimaginative men were yet again just trying to extract emotional reactions from her. Like they were conducting some duel with her and she was losing. And suddenly she wanted to remind them that she could beat all of them even without a weapon.

“And here I was under the impression this prestigious academy only accepted adults who passed the deadly tests, you must have gotten here by accident, let me correct that,” Sara voiced and she did not even open her eyes before she flashed to her feet and flew with a blurred body toward Silas. Air and water distorted due to her speed but she planned to slow down at the last moment to give him a good scare to see if she could extract an emotional response from him. Though then images of her slamming into him and pinning him down with her thighs filled her mind. It distracted her long enough to not give her the time to slow down.

“Damn we got her mad,” Levi exclaimed while he covered his mouth against the pulse of air that came from the impact spot of Sara’s fist. Silas blocked it with his arms and magic of his own added to the wrinkling of the wind around them. But even then his feet dragged backward on the ground and soon after he fell down from the pressure alone.

“Nice nice,” Kai applauded while he looked up and down Sara’s spread stance. The force from her sudden stop alone had splattered water off from her skin and kept her breasts and ass jingling seemingly on their balıkesir escort own. On instinct, she grabbed her mounds but as her fingers sank into their perky flesh, it triggered whistling around her.

“Still too weak, as I said,” Sara almost uttered before she lowered her stance and let go of her breasts. They rested with a tempting gap between them and Silas was clearly delaying getting up just to examine Sara’s well-shaped body from a lowered position. While heat gathered on her face, she planned to just walk away to her robes like nothing was bothering her. Though as she turned to show her ass to the men, an especially loud whistle jerked her a bit.

“Was that a blush? You don’t look that calm, exactly what one would expect from a western barbarian,” Silas taunted to mock Sara’s rare blond hair as he got up. “I guess the masters are taking pity on you or something.”

Sara was just about to invent some new insult when she felt an unnatural brush of air against her skin. Above the group floated a silver-haired master who still had his youthful handsome face. A sign that even if one could keep their body immortal and strong through hard practice, the same did not apply to the hair that would eventually wither entirely away.

“Kneel to receive your punishment, I doubt I need to tell any of you what you did wrong,” Master Fang voiced with a calm tone that lacked all emotion. It alone made Sara blush from shame due to a feeling of complete inadequacy. Especially as she had trouble not staring at the master’s well-developed muscles that she wanted to lick for some perverted reason.

“No master, I accept punishment,” all four disciples stated almost in unison as they knelt down to look up at the master. Though before he even spoke, Sara could not stop her mind from vividly imagining that the punishment would be to have the three men slap her with their cocks until she could ignore it.

“You three, patrol the surroundings of the Academy for three days,” Fang commanded and the three men bowed. They quickly got up with one last glance at Sara before rushing away towards the main gate of the academy.

“Master, why are people like them tolerated at the Academy?” Sara asked on an impulse even as she was thinking that her punishment was going to be sucking the master’s cock. Or even being fucked so he can make sure that he or she is feeling nothing from it.

“They are useful and they aren’t evil in a literal sense, just coarse and undisciplined,” Fang replied while a familiar sweet scent was brought to Sara’s nose by the wind from his direction. It was something that tended to linger around men some of the time. She had always wanted to ask what it was from one of the masters and now it was the first time she smelled it from one of them.

“Master, what is this sweet smell?” Sara asked and Fang did a deep sigh while he began to turn around. For a moment it looked like he was just going to leave without properly replying, like all men from whom she had dared to ask about it. Almost like all of them had lost their sense of smell or there was something wrong with her nose.

“It is your greatest test. If you learn to be indifferent to it, nothing will stand before you and immortality despite your born flaws,” Fang voiced with a barely audible tone while he floated away. Just the way he said it made Sara think that he knew everything that was wrong with her and it tilted her eyes.

“I’m sick, I’m clearly sick, I need to do something, anything,” Sara muttered while she kept kneeling. Just by looking down, she was able to confirm what she had already felt, her nethers were blushing red in a swollen state. Her own body was the true distraction that was keeping her from reaching immortality.

“If you cannot fight it, embrace it until you learn the true nature of indifference,” Fang’s voice was carried by the wind and Sara jolted to her feet. But she saw nobody else around the waterfall or the river, just the rocks that surrounded the place.

“Master, what do you mean?” Sara asked but she got no reply. Though her perverted mind was already filled with suggestions. In the town down the mountain was an alley with holes on the wall. At night men streamed to that place like carnal moths with their erect cocks. Ever since Sara had taken part in tracking a flesh-eating demon to that place, it had haunted her mind. Especially the overwhelming sweet smell that had filled the place like it had been built from whatever caused the sweet smell in men.

“If I went to that deranged place, and did what those women do, I would learn to be disgusted by every cock,” Sara muttered while she slapped her cheek to get a twisted smile out of her face. “Just like the legendary master who achieved immortality after getting tired of being his king’s butcher.”

The rest of the day, Sara tried to convince herself out of going to the glory hole but the more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that her master had suggested bartın escort her to try such an extreme method. Or at least it would be overlooked if she just did it once and achieved results.

** * **

That night, Sara sneaked out of the academy grounds and went down the mountain wearing a green robe and a simple wooden mask. She headed straight for the old warehouse in the town that was guarded by some men. They would let any woman enter but only leave after they would be able to pay two silver coins.

Once inside the warehouse, Sara’s nose was assaulted by the sweet smell that seemed to permeate everything in there. It alone made saliva rush to her tongue and an odd sense of hunger filled her even as she was already able to sustain herself just with magic on her path to true immortality. She stood there for several moments while all the talk and sexual action of the women who lined the wall filled her ears.

“Hey there, you must be new. Unfortunately, only one hole is free right now,” one of the women Sara did not even look at voiced. “Feel free to stick your ass through it if you are in a hurry.”

Sara’s eyes locked on the wooden hatch on the wall. It was the only one of its kind as the rest were simple holes. The hesitant disciple was forced to swallow hard while she watched the other women suck or fuck cocks that were pushed through the wall. Even as she had definitely come to fuck to punish her horny pussy, the idea of showing her ass to the street filled with men made her push her mask harder against her face.

“Can’t you just let me use one of the other holes?” Sara asked no one in particular. It triggered slight laughter and amused whispers between those women who did not have their mouths too full of cock at that moment. Especially a redhead woman who was pressing her ass against the wall to take a battering into her pussy was looking at Sara with such intent that it seemed like she was trying to strip her with her mind.

“Sorry honey, there is a line but don’t worry if you are in a hurry, the hatch is the right choice for you, your cunt is the only part the men won’t expect experience from,” some woman Sara did not even look at replied. “If you are scared of cock, you might be here days before you learn how to suck.”

Sara looked down while she felt her clit throb like some sick extra growth. If she wanted to sneak back into the academy while the sun was down, she only had a few hours at best. So her path was clear and she should not waste time if she did not want to risk coming here multiple times, which would become increasingly harder if she began beating up the guards every time she wanted to leave.

“I won’t be scared by some cock, let alone lose to it,” Sara almost flared before she rushed to the hatch and slammed it open to test the sturdy hinges that turned it into a bench. Then she lifted up her robe to reveal that she had not worn anything under it. As she sat down on the hatch door and began pushing her ass out, some of the women laughed a bit like she was doing something wrong but she ignored them.

“Why so shy? Stick your scared butt out properly unless you only want it in your ass,” some rough man voiced from the outside. His tone alone made Sara feel mad enough to thrust her ass back until her folded torso was seemingly stuck to the opening and her breasts pressed into her knees through her lifted green robe.

“Who says I’m scared? Bring it on cock, do your worst,” Sara exclaimed while jubilant whistling pierced through the wall. Even as it annoyed her, an odd sense of excitement was radiating up from her core all the way to her chest, numbing most other feelings, overpowering them at that moment.

“Nice butt, worthy of being put on display,” some guy exclaimed and a hard smack landed on Sara’s ass. It made her perky flesh bounce a bit and she tried to reach the spot on reflex only to realize that her body was fully blocking the honed wooden hole to the point that it was muffling sound. Especially since conversations were happening on both of her sides, most were about her but she managed to ignore them as her focus was on the man behind her.

“That’s the best you can do? I barely felt it,” Sara taunted like she was actually dueling someone. Her comment was rewarded with a series of soft slaps before the large hand clamped on her ass and gave it a hard squeeze that definitely left a red outline behind. But even then the lack of pain made the disciple think that the person must have been a complete weakling.

“Don’t worry pretty ass, next comes my cock and you are going to feel it,” the man replied and something soft was pressed against Sara’s vulva. Before she was even sure what it was the sizable penis was thrust between her folds as deeply as it could. Her aroused swollen walls took it and the guy pushed his hip into her ass hard enough for his pubes to brush her skin.

“That’s all? I have taken way harder,” Sara voiced but then she stopped her mouth. She definitely batman escort did not want to say that she had taken hits that could break rocks with her stomach since then people might guess who she was even with the mask and peasant robes. So she shook her head while she tried to focus on the fact that her first actual cock was in her even if it had not revolutionized her life so far.

“What was that? You want me harder?” the man flared as he assumed that Sara had stopped speaking due to him slamming his hip into her ass especially hard. Even as his fast-paced assault was definitely burning her pussy, it was nothing in comparison to the time she had meditated upside down and had the waterfall overflow her depths. Though even that had only managed to increase her wet dreams.

“With your pitiful strength, I’m barely feeling anything, twist my clit and pull my pubes, otherwise this will be too boring for me,” Sara said and the pure bold confidence in her tone was enough to burn her face with shame. Usually, she was proud of her ability to maintain her cool but this really was not a situation she would have wanted to do it.

A harsh grip clamped on Sara’s pubes and gave them a twisting tug. It was clearly done by another guy than the one fucking her as his hands were squeezing the sides of her ass. Then yet another hand poked her clit and gave it a small rub from another direction. It made clear to her that there was a guy on both sides of her ass. There was even enough of her upper thigh on the other side for a hand to slide it up to the wall.

“Look, blond pubes, just like Sara,” an eerily familiar tone stated and suddenly even the previous guy began sounding a bit familiar in her memory. Names came to her mind but she refused to accept them, at least for the moment. She wanted to be wrong so badly, the chance of it being those three was so small. Like they had waited here for her, just to humiliate her.

“Did we just find that barbarian’s sister? This blond whore talks even more vulgar than her,” Silas taunted while Sara grudgingly accepted that his cock was hammering her depths. But even if she admitted it to herself, she did not want them to know. If she tried to escape, they would follow and see her fight out. Not to mention, that would be running away from these weakling failures. So she steeled her resolve to fight and win, if anything she should thank them for coming to make sure that her time at the gloryhole was as disgusting as possible.

“Do you mind if we call you Sara?” Levi asked and Sara’s resolve broke for a moment. She did not want them to know, she would have been fine with anybody else, even masters or other disciplines but why had it had to be these three.

“That’s not my name,” Sara exclaimed while increasingly sick and twisted excitement burned her core and lungs. Even her head was throbbing a bit while heat pulsed her face. Somehow the strong pulsing of veins on her scalp was overwhelming her more than the fingers rubbing her pubes into her skin.

“Who cares what your name is, you are Sara now, we can pay you double,” Silas exclaimed and he gave a hard side smack to Sara’s ass. Once again it did not cause any pain, just weird burning tingling. It helped her steel herself to win this as there was nothing these three could do to make her admit defeat as long as they did not know.

“Fine, you are just dumb cocks to me, the more you pay the better,” Sara stated with bold confidence that almost made her eyes cross from internal tilting. But she just hugged her knees and pressed her masked face against them while trying to think what to think.

“You are going to get paid alright, just wait until all three of us have had our turn,” Silas grinned while he focused on delivering steady slaps into Sara’s ass that sent it bouncing at every thrust. The impacts strained her skin against the wall but she barely took support from her feet just to add to her bodily punishment.

“Just the three of you? I guess this will be easy,” Sara taunted and she once again managed to ignore slight laughter from the women around her. Even if they were busy with their own cocks, some kept their attention on her. Especially the one redhead who was staring at the well-trained disciple’s long legs that were completely exposed.

“Kai, you got a drawing of her? This hole could use a face,” Silas asked while he began slowly grinding his whole length into Sara. His cock was building up warm pressure into her with creepy gentleness. It was like a weird massage that felt nice but she knew she should not like it.

“I think I have one that suits this tough slut well, just promise me that I can go next,” Kai replied with a soft but harsh tone. Sara gasped while the consequences of staying filled her mind. She was going to fulfill one of her most deranged fantasies of being fucked by her fellow disciples even if they were not slapping her face and telling her to be indifferent to everything.

“Sure, I’m fine going last,” Levi nodded and Kai took out a rolled paper from his robe. On it was a recognizable caricature of Sara in a meditative posture, naked, also drooling her tongue out while squeezing her breasts, slut written on her forehead. Then he did a small hole in the paper and used it to hang it to a nail that was above Sara’s ass.

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“We have expected better out of all of you.”

Erica squirmed under Ms. Arthur’s gaze. She didn’t like sitting in this room, listening to the school psychologist recount all the things she’d done wrong this year.

“You are all seniors.” Ms. Arthur’s eyes found one of the students sitting silently in front of her. “And as of today, you’re all eighteen. Adults. You should know better.”

“Oh, hey. I forgot. Happy birthday Cassie!” That was Chad. The stereotypical jock of their little party. He was what you’d expect, an unruly mop of dirty blonde hair, chiseled jaw, a varsity jacket.

Cassie, sitting next to Erica, flashed Chad a brilliant smile. “Thanks Chad.” Erica never understood how Cassie had ended up with them, she seemed so perfect. Preppy to the core, a perfect face, perfect white blonde hair, perfect body, always in a perfectly styled outfit in pink or baby blue.

The other two members of their little fivesome sat silently in the back. Kara had a sneer on her face. Of all of them, she at least looked like a troublemaker. The sides of her head shaved. A ring in one nostril, another in her lower lip. A tattoo of a black dragon rising out of her waistline and up one side of her exposed stomach. Next to her, Zach looked exceedingly plain. Brown hair, normal clothes. He sat slumped in his chair, a look of boredom on his face.

Erica felt pretty normal herself. She didn’t think she was anything too great to look at. Sure, she was pretty, in a skinny, flat-chested sort of way. But compared to Cassie’s preppy curves or Kara’s punk looks she felt invisible. All she wanted was to get through this last year of school and get out of town. Instead, her senior year had turned into one disaster after another. It seemed like once a week she was in this office with the same people, slowly withering under Ms. Arthur’s gaze.

It wasn’t like the five of them were even friends. Sure, they all knew each other. The school wasn’t that big. But before this year they’d probably never spent more than ten minutes together outside of class. Somehow, fate seemed to be pushing them together at the worst moments. The spontaneous food fight that first week. The graffiti incident. A disastrous attempt at a senior prank.

The janitors still hadn’t found the last snake.

Those events, and dozens of others great and small had been the defining moments of their last year in school.

Ms. Arthur was still staring at them over the rim of her black glasses. “Your parents are worried,” She said calmly. “Worried for your future. They’ve authorized me to take extraordinary steps.” She reached into a drawer and pulled out five bottles of pills. “You’ll be taking one of these each night, for the next two weeks. They should help calm you down.”

“You can’t just give us drugs.” Kara sat up in her chair, her anger evident.

“I can and I will.” Ms. Arthur pulled out a few sheets of paper. “Here are the releases, signed by your parents. If you don’t do as I say, then you don’t graduate.”

There was grumbling from the students, but it was obvious that Ms. Arthur had already won.

That night, Erica stood in her bathroom, the little white pill resting in her palm. She had never needed to take drugs before. She had friends who took prozac or adderall, but she’d never had the kind of problems that required them. Now, with her grades dropping and her mother worried sick about her, maybe it was time. She swallowed it with a gulp. The pill kicked in right away, making her groggy. Erica made her way to bed, falling asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow.

The dream started immediately. She was in a hallway. It was paneled in dark wood with a thick red carpet on the floor. Erica could feel a presence behind her, moving her along as she walked towards a distant door. With an effort, she turned her head to look. It was a man, black pants, black shirt. His face was indistinct, out of focus despite her best efforts to look at him. Her attention was drawn back to the front. The door was much closer now.

She walked into a large room. There was a roaring fireplace on one end. Opposite it was a raised platform, like a stage, with a wooden throne. Ms. Arthur was sitting there. Erica gasped when she saw how Ms. Arthur was dressed. She was used to seeing the counselor at school, where she always looked professional. Not here. Her full tits were exposed, the strange bra that she was wearing seemed to support them without covering anything. Black stockings covered her legs. Her pussy was exposed, a neatly trimmed landing strip leading down to her lips.

It was then that Erica realized that she was also naked. She tried to cover herself with her hands, but someone grabbed her from behind, pinning her arms to her sides. She was forced to walk up to the stage.

Ms. Arthur was smiling down at her. “Erica. It’s good to see you here. You were always such a nice girl.” Her tongue ran over her lips as she considered Erica’s naked form. “Not this year. Something has happened to you. But don’t worry, we’ll make things right. Do you know how?”

Erica shook her head. “No?” Her voice quavered.

“We’ll ardahan escort just need to make a few adjustments to your attitude.” There was a wicked grin on Ms. Arthur’s face. She made a small gesture. “Don’t worry. I suspect that you’ll enjoy yourself. Maybe you’ll even learn something.”

Rough hands grabbed Erica’s arms, dragging her back. She bumped against something solid. Her arms were jerked up and secured. The same was done for her legs. When she was fully spread someone began turning a crank, and whatever she was strapped to began to move, until she was laying flat, spread eagled on an X shaped table. Two of the indistinct men were standing next to her, carefully going over her bindings. A rumble came from the far side of the room. Erica looked over, desperate to see what was coming.

Another of the men was pushing a cart. There was some sort of machine on it, a metal box with a long arm on it. A fat dildo sat on the end of the arm.

“Oh, god,” Erica said when she realized what was about to happen.

The man at the cart began to put the machine in position. One of the other men produced a bottle of lube, and drizzled a liberal amount on Erica’s pussy. He began massaging it into her lips, his hand running across her pussy, heat blooming where he touched her. Two of his fingers found their way into her steaming cunt. Erica’s hips jerked up as he penetrated her. She wasn’t a virgin, not since she’d fucked Jimmy Kowalski after that soccer game, but she wasn’t experienced. The feeling of this man gently rubbing lube into her most sensitive parts threatened to overwhelm her. She gasped when he withdrew, her head lifting up as she tried to see where he went.

What she saw was the fat tip of the dildo preparing to plunge into her. “Oh fuck,” She moaned. She didn’t know what was going on in this dream, but she knew she wanted that machine to fuck her.

She got her wish. It began slowly, a gentle thrust pushing the tip of the dildo past her lips. Erica moaned and lifted her hips, trying to get more of the shaft into her. She didn’t have to wait long. With every thrust the machine sped up, pushing a little deeper each time. It spread the tight walls of her cunt open, filling her perfectly. Soon it was a blur, pistoning in and out of her.

Erica was a moaning, sweaty mess. “Oh fuck! Oh god!” She couldn’t stop the litany of whorish sounds that were coming from her mouth. Her pussy was making its own chorus of lewd noises. Every thrust of the machine was drawing out more and more of her nectar, a slick river of lust running down the crack of her ass and dripping to the floor. She was grinding her hips, straining against her bindings as waves of pleasure poured from her pussy.

“OH FUCK!” Erica’s spine arched, her arms and legs shaking in their bindings, mouth open in a wanton scream. Her pussy flexed around the dildo, a torrent of nectar pouring from her lips. The world went black for a moment, and then slowly filled back in. The machine was still going at her, oblivious to her orgasm. Luckily for Erica’s sanity, someone noticed. The machine slowed, and withdrew.

Rough hands undid the bindings at her ankles. She thought they were going to release her, but instead they drew her legs back, until her knees touched her shoulders. Erica felt the touch of the dildo again, this time on her asshole.

“Oh yes. Do it. Please!” Erica had never tried anal. But here in the dream, she wanted it more than anything.

The machine pushed into her ass, moving slowly, letting her adjust. Its speed increased slowly, but increase it did. Until again it was a blur, pistoning into her with inhuman force. If anything, Erica thought that it felt better than it did in her pussy. She wished that she had a hand free, anything to rub against her clit. But the hands holding her legs back didn’t seem to have any interest in joining in. She struggled against them, legs shaking as mind blowing ecstasy coursed through her body. It didn’t take her long to cum, the unfamiliar sensation of getting her ass fucked pushing her over the edge in a heartbeat.

Erica screamed again, shouting out her lust until her throat was raw. Her head fell back as the orgasm finally passed. The metal of the table was cool on the back of her neck. She rested against it, barely conscious, as the machine was withdrawn from her ass and the bindings at her wrists loosened. She curled into a little ball once she was free, still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasms running through her. Ms. Arthur’s voice was the last thing she heard as she slipped away.

“That was a good start, Erica. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Erica awoke in her own bed with a sharp gasp. Her hips were thrusting of their own accord, the tail end of a climax rushing through her. Without really thinking about it, she thrust her hand into her panties, quickly finding the slick lips of her pussy. Her panties were soaked, as were the sheets underneath her ass. Erica didn’t care, quickly burying three fingers into herself.

“Ohmigod,” She said quietly, another orgasm rushing through her body. She continued artvin escort to fuck her sopping cunt, quickly drawing out another climax, and then another. She rolled over and screamed into the pillows as she came over and over, her pussy producing so much nectar that it was dripping off of her. She reached back with her free hand and pushed a finger into her asshole. The dual stimulation brought her off again. Erica fucked herself for a long time, both holes filled with her digits.

Eventually she rolled back over, gasping for breath. She kept grinding her ass down on the bed, pushing her finger deep into her ring. A second finger alongside the first added even more pleasure. She gently withdrew her fingers from her pussy. They were covered in her juices. Erica stuffed them in her mouth, savoring her own taste.

There was a light tapping at the door. “Honey? Is everything OK? I thought I heard a noise.” It was her mother.

“Yeah, mom. I’m fine. Just had a weird dream.” If Erica felt strange about fucking her own ass while talking to her mother, she didn’t let it come through in the sound of her voice.

“OK. Have a good night.”

Erica stripped off her clothes. She curled up in bed, avoiding the massive wet spot that she’d made. Two of her fingers returned to her asshole, gently thrusting as she drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep.

The dream stuck with her the next morning. It had been so real, so vivid. And what she’d done after… Erica blushed just thinking about it. She hadn’t known girls could have wet dreams. Heat blossomed in her belly as she thought of the way she’d used herself, her own taste on her lips, the way she penetrated her ass. She could still feel that last one, a tingling, not unpleasant ache that accompanied her all day as she got through her classes.

After final period she made her way up to Ms. Arthur’s office, for their now daily meetings. Zach was already there, waiting outside the door.

“Hey,” He said as she walked up.

“Hey.” Erica leaned up against the wall next to him. “So, do you feel different? Now that you’re taking medicine for your behavior?” She asked, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

He shook his head. “Not really.” He blushed, and paused for a moment. “I did have a really weird dream last night.”

“Me too!” Erica was about to tell him the specifics, but decided against it. “I don’t remember it very well, but it was so real. Crazy that happened to both of us.”

“Yeah, crazy. I don’t really remember it either.”

Erica couldn’t tell if he was lying. Zach probably wouldn’t tell her if he’d been fucked in the ass by a machine too. “I wonder what’s in these pills?”

“I don’t know.” Zach tapped his lips with a fingertip, trying to remember something. “You know, my cousin was in the Army. He said that, in Iraq, they gave all the troops some drug for malaria. It gave him really crazy dreams. Maybe this is something similar.”

“Maybe.”

Once seated in Ms. Arthur’s office, all five of them reported unusually vivid dreams. They were all equally non-specific about what had occurred in them.

“Interesting,” Ms Arthur said, writing in a notebook. “Realistic dreams are a known side effect of this particular drug, but to have all five of you report the same symptoms is unusual. I’ll have to let the manufacturer know.”

That night, another tiny white pill. Erica brought the pill into her room before taking it. She tried to settle into bed before she fell asleep. Maybe that would make the dream less intense.

It started the same. The same hallway, the same unknowable men leading her towards the door. Ms. Arthur was on her throne, her breasts and pussy still exposed.

But something was different. Cassie was sitting at Ms. Arthur’s feet, her arms wrapped around one of the counselor’s legs. She was naked, except for a slim leather collar that was around her neck.

Erica reached up and realized that she wore the same collar.

Ms. Arthur smiled at her. “Yes, I thought you needed a little bit of ornamentation. Something to show people that you’re in training.” She gestured down to Cassie. “You’re not the only one who’s done so well here.”

Erica couldn’t keep her eyes off Cassie. The other girl was so much curvier than she was, with full tits and a round ass. Erica felt slim and boyish in comparison

Ms. Arthur saw where she was looking. “Do you like how she looks?” She reached down and stroked Cassie’s cheek. The girl nuzzled her hand. “Good, you’ll be working together tonight.”

Cassie stood and walked down to Erica. She took Erica’s head in her hands and kissed her deeply.

Erica jerked awake. She was alone, covered in sweat in her own bed. She remembered everything. The feeling of Cassie’s lips on hers, the taste of the other girl’s pussy on her tongue. The way that Cassie’s fingers pierced her.

She reached down into her panties, trying her best to replicate that feeling. She fucked herself until she came, and then quickly fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning Erica brought herself to orgasm three times in the shower. bodrum escort Twice with her fingers buried in her pussy, and once while fingering her ass and blasting her clit with the showerhead. She had never felt this turned on before, this sexual. She was suddenly aware of her need, the deep hunger that lived inside. Erica had never really noticed it before.

Her skin was hot, her nerves felt electrified. Her fingers shook a little as she toweled off and went back to her room. For some reason she was compelled to reach into the back of her closet. She pulled out a tight halter top and a short black skirt. It was a step away from the jeans and t-shirts that she normally wore.

Her mother certainly noticed. “Honey, what’s going on with your outfit?” Sharon Smith had never been the type of parent to shame her child into acting or dressing a certain way. But seeing her only daughter dressed so differently concerned her.

“I don’t know,” Erica said with a shrug. “I just thought I might try something different.”

“Ok,” Her mother said. “But don’t get upset if any boys stare at you.”

Boys didn’t stare at her, or at least no more than usual. But Cassie did. Erica first noticed it at lunch. They had different groups of friends, so Erica didn’t even see her at first. But a few minutes after she sat down and started to eat, she felt someone’s gaze linger on her body. She looked across the cafeteria, and there was Cassie. The other girl’s face was pale, her eyes wide and locked onto Erica. She didn’t notice Erica looking back at her at first, but when she did her cheeks blushed a deep red and she jerked her head away. Erica felt a tingle of arousal, and wondered what Cassie had dreamt of the night before.

She forgot about it until after their session with Ms. Arthur. They were leaving the counselor’s office when Cassie grabbed her hand and pulled her to the side. “I need to talk to you.” She sounded nervous.

“What is it?” Erica asked.

Cassie looked around, obviously uncomfortable. “Just, let’s go somewhere private.” She pulled Erica into a nearby bathroom. Cassie looked into her eyes. “You’ve been having the dreams too, right?”

Erica nodded.

“Was I in your dream last night?”

Erica’s breath caught in her throat. Her heart felt like it was trying to hammer its way out of her chest. “Yes,” She whispered.

“Good.” Cassie leaned in and kissed her.

When their lips met it a dam burst inside of Erica, unleashing a torrent of lust. They moaned into each other’s mouths, tongues dueling hungrily. Their hands were everywhere, grasping at an ass, squeezing each other’s tits, pinching a nipple through cloth. The clothes didn’t last long, flying to every corner of the room in their mad desire to touch each other. In moments they were stripped down to nothing but their shoes.

Cassie pushed Erica up against the wall. Her lips found the hollow of Erica’s throat, kissing and nibbling as she slowly moved down Erica’s body. With a wet slurp she sucked Erica’s nipple into her mouth, her tongue running tight little circles around the nub. Fireworks burst behind Erica’s eyes. She cradled Cassie’s head in her hands, pulling the other girl tighter to her chest. Cassie responded by opening her mouth wide, taking in even more of Erica’s tit, until her small breast was almost completely engulfed.

Erica’s pussy was on fire. “Please, please, please. I need you to fuck me. Please!” she trailed off into a desperate moan as Cassie nibbled on her breast. But her begging got through, and one of Cassie’s hands slid up her thigh until it rested against her sopping cunt. “Oh my fuck,” Erica moaned as two of Cassie’s fingers slipped into her.

Cassie finally pulled away from Erica’s chest and grinned at her. “God, so you are fucking wet. I bet you love this, you slut.” Her fingers were stroking against the roof of Erica’s pussy, rubbing against her g-spot.

Erica could only give a shaky nod.

“Say it.”

“Say what?” Erica was so close now, her pussy flexing around Cassie’s fingers.

“Tell me that you’re a fucking slut.” Cassie slid another finger into Erica’s steaming delta. Her thumb was rubbing little circles around Erica’s clit. Her other hand was tugging at Erica’s nipple, pulling just to the point of pain before letting go.

“Ohmyfuckinggod!” Erica’s legs were shaking, her pussy dripping around Cassie’s fingers “I’m a fucking slut! I’m a slut and I love how you fuck me!” She trailed off into wordless moaning. Cassie grinned and started fucking her harder. Erica had to wrap her arms around the other girl as she came. Her legs nearly gave out. A gush of girlcum poured out of her, soaking Cassie’s arm. Erica had to bite her lip to stop her screams from echoing through the school.

Cassie slowly pulled her hand away from Erica’s still twitching cunt. She held it up and marveled at the way Erica’s nectar coated her. Thick strings of the stuff stretched between her fingers and ran down her arm. “Wow, you’re a real juice box.” She licked up her arm, moaning as she tasted Erica. “Mmm, tasty too. Here.” She stuffed three of her fingers into Erica’s mouth. Erica’s eyes went wide with shock, but just for a moment. She closed them as she moaned around Cassie’s fingers, savoring her own flavor. She had tasted herself before, but there was something so erotic about licking her juices from Cassie’s fingers that she almost came again.

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I did this after class.. it wasn’t too hard. I turned invisible and snuck in when we all went back to our locker rooms. The locker room was NOT like most guys dream of it to be. There’s not naked teasing and kissing or much nudity at all. A few girls didn’t wear underwear here and there, but they weren’t too hot anyways, and they dressed quickly. But it doesn’t matter. Half the girls were hotties anyways, and I had a hard-on within 1 minute of walking in there.

I found my way to Adrienne right away, who was with her friends. She was still in her gym clothes, though. I needed a way to get her aksaray escort away from them! I weaved my way around the other girls to her. My dick was pointing straight out from under my gym shorts. Out of my boxers and everything. I walked over to her, and from behind, I just put my arms around her waist and slowly pushed my dick under her butt, pushing into her shorts, between her legs. I took it out quickly.

Initially, she turned around really quick, freaked out. But I think she realized it was me within a few seconds, cuz she smirked. After that, she kinda pushed her butt out a little, continuing talking to her friends, with that faint, cute smile still on her face. I pushed my cock into her butt again, giving her a little wedgy, and I ran my hands up her back… I could feel goosebumps on her neck. I stopped again, though. She told her friends she’d catch up with them later, and took her time getting undressed.

Eventually, there were only a few girls left in the room, so I walked back over to Adrienne, who was half dressed now. She was wearing yellow panties with little monkeys on them, and her upper-half was clothed with a low cut pink shirt, and she had a black bra underneath.

I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into the showers (which were dry, since they’re never used during classes), my cock bouncing up and down during the walk over. I pushed her against the inside corner of the shower section, so the few remaining girls wouldn’t see us. She lifted my invisible shirt off, looking happy but confused, since she couldn’t SEE what she was lifting off.

She rubbed her hands up and down my chest, laughing and smiling, saying “Oh, whoever you are, GOD, you’re hot!” She ran her hands through my hair, around my back, on my chest, all over! She got down to my cock and started holding it, and twisting amasya escort it around a little in her hands. She was smiling and giggling and her body was starting to do little convulsions against the wall. I peaked down at her panties and saw a little damp spot between her legs. Just the THOUGHT of doing me again got her all wet! YES!

“Ssh, there’s still a few girls left in here,” she said. “They’re whores too, they’ll spread this around the school in NO time.”

She then grabbed my cock again and pushed it between her legs, so she was sitting on it like strattling a bench or a pole. She held onto my waist and started pushing me back and forth until I got the idea. Just foreplay. Rub my cock against her pussy without being inside first. She took her shirt and bra off in, like, record time. Her tits flopped out, nipples not yet hard. I knew I had to take care of that right away.

I started licking her nipples, then pinching them and twisting them until they stuck straight out. Adrienne was moaning so hard, but in a whispering voice. I thought i was gonna cum in her undies right then.

“Take my panties off.. hurry, please!” she said, as her hands moved to take the place of mine one her breasts, as she began rubbing her own nipples. I squatted down and pulled her panties around her ankles, and she stepped out of them and kicked them against the wall. My dick was flopping in front of me as I stood back up.

“Lay on the floor!” she whispered at me, as her hands moved down to her pussy (which, by the way, she shaved) It looked delicious!

I layed down, kinda trembling out of giddyness and because the floor was so cold. I knew where this was going, and it couldn’t get there quick enough!

She strattled me, and held my cock in place as she lowered it onto her pussy. She started riding me fast and with circular antalya escort girations that made me just go numb. Fuck, it felt soo good. I grabbed her pefect tits and just held on for the ride. I didn’t know if any of the girls were still left in the locker room, but I didn’t care, and I don’t think she did, because just our naked bodies sliding around on the floor was making enough noise for someone to hear us.

Still bouncing her ass up and down, she lowered herself so her tits were against my chest, and her face was buried in my neck. She let out the longest moan I’ve ever heard right in my ear. I could feel her hard nipples burying into my chest. As we climaxed, she started sucking on my ear.. which felt great. I came, and I assume she came too, because her grip loosened, and she just layed on top of me for a minute, breathing hard.

“God, we have to do this outside of school. You need to come over my house sometime,” she whispered between breaths. She then told me her address… I knew right where it was, no problem! She then lifted her self off of me, and went to get up. Before she did, she reached her hand back down to my cock and gripped it again.

“Tsk, there’s alot of cum left all over your cock… ssh, I’ll just get rid of that for you real quick.” I layed on the floor panting, not believing she wasn’t done JUST yet.

She put her head over my cock and took a big mouthful, sucking the cum off my cock. She wasn’t exactly blowing me, mind you, she was literally just sucking the cum off my cock and swallowing it. She was literally licking me clean. She then blew on it a little bit (to dry it, I guess!), then got up and quickly fumbled for her clothes, got dressed, and left (another class WAS coming in soon!) I enjoyed the sight of her ass walking away as I layed on the floor. It really was the best ass I’ve ever layed eyes upon (AND have grabbed!)

I layed there, panting and sweating, with the image of Adrienne moaning on top of me, bouncing up and down and all around with such fury. I could masturbate about that alone for a month straight.

I couldn’t stop thinking… what else could I do with these powers?!

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