Adult Story

The Lady Who Picked Me Up

I’ve decided to start publishing as dark fantasy. Which now seems appropriate for Scott’s Chronicle’s. So that hopefully, I’ll no longer have to worry about, some’s, moral beliefs bringing on any kind of personal attack(s)… As well, I’ve renewed my profile, wanting to separate myself from those first attempts. Apologizing for how badly they turned out… I present, an improved canvas. Yes, these stories are fantastical, all the same, they aren’t fiction. As embellished true accounts, each one’s basis in reality varies. With that said, in the sake of protecting identity, some names may or may not be altered.

Modern Mage – Chapter 14

Sorry about the delay between chapters, working on a lot of things in my life so writing when I have the time to work on it. I hope those who have been enjoying the story so far continue to do so. Thank You all so much for reading.
I wasn’t kidding when I said I’d be laid up for a few days, the side effects of the electrocution were nasty. The healing took several days even with improvements I made to my body. First problem was the twitching, it wasn’t constant but that just made it worse. I was drinking a hot cup of tea when my arm twitched and then I was wearing a hot cup of tea in my lap. Then there was not going out to see anyone until the marks and friction burns healed as it would be difficult to explain the scarring that occurred and then disappeared to medical professionals like Sindee’s friends and parents. By far the worst of the side effects were when the nerves would just go dead and my arm or another portion of my body would go numb for hours. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad I lived through it but I’m going to have to craft a ward against electricity for the future. In the end I was in bed healing for a full week before the electrical burn scars were fully gone. In that time we had no further issues with the Tremere. Actually there didn’t seem to be anything going wrong. I took this as a bad sign of things to come; the proverbial calm before the storm.
The next three days went quickly as we spent them with Sindee’s parents on their last few days in town. It was nice to be able to relax and go anywhere in town with them and not be looking over my shoulder. Sindee’s mother noted the difference in my behavior and took a moment to speak to me about it. I still kept aware of my surroundings; I just wasn’t constantly on edge the whole time we were together. The one advantage about having a Nephandi as my enemy is that he had to hide his Magick just as I had to. Her parents drove out of town the second week in September and Sindee returned to work.
The first time I was alone for the whole day I went out to the construction site on the house. They were making excellent progress on the building having completed the basement and the framing of all three buildings. The house would be completed relatively quickly if they kept up their pace and I would be able to get in and start building the wards around it as a Sanctum. I got back to work on my investments to ensure that my clients and my own finances stayed in good order so I could worry about my new unknown enemy.
I knew from the time of my awakening that my life would never be simple again, however the events of recent months have brought me to the understanding of how complicated it would be. Only 3 months had passed since my arrival in Las Vegas and I’ve almost died 3 times as well. I knew that something could easily happen to me with what was coming. I could have run, taken Sindee with me and start a new life somewhere else that would be safer for both of us. While I could have done that, I wasn’t going to. I was needed here to fight in the ascension war, to stop what was coming this way. I could have left the fight to someone else, but that wasn’t who I am. The only way to protect Sindee and ensure no one ever came after her was to stop them from being able to do so. I’m not the heroic type then again I wasn’t being a hero. I was choosing to defend my home, my family; the result that I would be protecting the city and the world simply was a side effect of doing what I needed to do. I made a decision that could be the end of me so I had a few calls to make. I started with my lawyer, as an awakened individual he would be able to handle the instructions without any issues. I decided it was time to make out a will.
The legal matters were handled quickly with little fuss so that I could conclude the rest of my business for the day. The first order of business was to create a minor talisman warding against electricity. While I have only faced him once, the Nephandi was very quick to use the electricity as a combat spell making me confident in taking the time to ward against it. What I was making really wasn’t a true talisman. I was making an imbued item or charm that was limited in the spells used on it and the magick stored within; it still needs to be activated by any Mage who wore it. A talisman when created is imbued with its own power and abilities including a connection to the plane of Magick. Talismans can be used until their stored power is depleted and can be recharged over time while the charms can only be used until depleted and new spells must be cast to create them again. The final difference between a charm and a talisman is that anyone can use a talisman if they learn what it is including Mages, Vampires and Mortals alike. In order to make the Warding charm I did some research online and found out that the best conductor for electricity was silver which I would use to draw the power in, and then I found a Discover Magazine article about a super-insulator that could be used to store the power drawn into it. I gathered the materials I needed to make the charm and then I just needed to decide on the way I wanted it to work and which spells I would use. I could have made the charm from anything as it doesn’t usually matter with Magick at your disposal. I chose to use specific materials because it gave me an advantage in granting me more options with the material effects. What I had in mind was not just a ward against electricity but a capacitor that would store the energy and allow me to tap into it for my own spells. Another clue about the nature of Magick is that one form of energy can be changed into a different one. I used Forces and Matter to shape and craft the materials increasing conductivity and capacity for storage then applied Prime to change the electricity into quintessence or primal energy within the charm itself. The reason I did it this way was to allow the charm to last longer by feeding off the primal energy stored within. This isn’t a spell I tried before but it should work the way I planned; either way I’d find out the next time I fought with someone using electricity. I’d decided to make two of them which took up the rest of the day while Sindee was working. I made them both into watch bands to replace the ones currently on Sindee’s and my own watches.
I made a nice dinner for Sindee and we spent the night curled up together on the couch watching a few old movies we liked. I needed to accelerate her training as soon as the house was complete if she was going to be able to protect herself when I’m not around and I wanted her to get as much rest as she could before we started in earnest. We did work on little things like more sensory Magick to ensure she had a grasp of what things were before I taught her to start changing what and how they worked. The more she leaned about the nature of anything the easier it is to understand how to change them.
I had a lot to do in the next 6 weeks, training Sindee in all the sensory Magick while waiting for the house to be finished. We went to the construction site together daily because I wanted to check the progress and in the evening make some changes internally where the walls had been put into place. Since the changes couldn’t be seen or detected without opening the walls up so the effects were coincidental and therefore no backlash involved. I had decided that I was going to make this location both as secure and protected as I could as I was going to attempt the creation of a Node. A Node is a place where the tapestry of the Tellurian becomes knotted, becoming places of power for Mages and other beings. Nodes form naturally in the world, and I was going to try and create one. Nodes are one form of power the Vampires have no use for beyond denying them to their enemies. They are however unable to detect them for themselves so they can be kept secret from the kindred. Creating a Node is not a task that should be undertaken lightly. My choosing to do so was for multiple reasons that I felt make it worth the risks involved in the creation and defense of it. First and foremost the vision of a fight with a Nephandi gave me the idea to bring together a group to defend the city and the tellurian. A Node is an excellent place to form a chantry, a school for the awakened to learn and work to improve their powers. Were-creatures also use Nodes though as I understand it they have a different name for them. They seem to be a place where the Spirits they get their gifts from gather. I hoped to work with some of them in order to protect the place from all of the possible enemies we could face in protecting the city by sharing the node with them. If this worked and a Node forms I may not be around to know. I mentioned before that there were worse things for mages to suffer other than death. I’ve mentioned a couple and will explain more as they come but the one that had me worried the most was because what I was attempting was not a simple alteration of something within reality. What I was going to attempt was to alter the fabric of the Tellurian itself and that could put me into a Quiet.
A Quiet is one of the worst possible things a Mage can suffer, being turned into a Vampire and having your Avatar destroyed in a better fate. A Quiet is a deep state of psychosis in which the Mages reality is the only thing to exist anywhere. No contact with anyone or anything. A personal madness created by the Mages own mind that has destroyed more Mages than those that came out of it stronger on the other side. A quiet can cause a Mage to become what is called a Marauder. Marauders are the most dangerous and unpredictable beings that exist. They no longer suffer from paradox backlashes as their mind has become so fractured that they live in their own reality within the Tellurian. Who knows what twisted effects these demented minds will come up with. Think of a serial killer with the power to change reality to fit with their fractured views. I liked to think I would get through any challenge or trial I went through but the possibility of becoming something like that frightened me more than I will ever be able to put into words.
As far as I know, I’ve never met a Mage who has even attempted what I am contemplating doing. It needs to be done and I’m not going to pass the responsibility and danger of my idea onto another being. I had plenty to do in planning it. I needed to contact Seeker of Truth to let her know what I was planning and see if her pack or one she knew as friends may want to help protect it if the effect worked. I wanted to talk to Arthur at his club to see if he might be able to acquire some items I could use to aid in a successful casting. I had a lot to do before the house was completed and very little time relatively speaking to accomplish it. I called Marcus first to see if he could get ahold of Kyra to ask Seeker to meet me somewhere we could talk, I recommended the Existence as it was neutral territory. I also chose it because it would allow me to kill the proverbial two birds with one stone by allowing me to see Arthur while I was there.
I arranged to meet Seeker of Truth on that first weekend coming and decided to make a night of it for Sindee and me. We got ready and went out to the Existence for lunch so I could speak with Arthur before the club got busy. Something I didn’t mention before is the Chef who would look at home on death row is a true gourmet and should run a five star restaurant kitchen, any time you eat there it’s a delight. Just tell the waitress you’ll have whatever the chef wishes to prepare and you’ll never regret the choice. Once we arrived I asked Arthur if he had time to talk as I needed some information that he could be able to provide. Sindee was over by the bar talking to Elayna when Arthur and I sat to talk.
“I’ll come straight out and tell you what I plan to attempt and I’d appreciate any advice or information you can provide,” I stated as a way of opening our conversation.
Arthur’s expression turned serious and contemplating which I have no clue how anyone can show two expressions at once and replied, “I’m listening, however I don’t think I’m going to like this am I?”
“I don’t know and won’t guess how you’ll feel about it. I will tell you that I’m planning to try and create a Node.” I informed Arthur, the silence that followed was tense.
We sat staring at each other until he replied, “I think you’re insane if you think it’s a good idea to try doing that, but you aren’t the first to try it. Are you aware of the dangers involved in what you planning?”
“Yes, the dangers include my death, the destruction of my Avatar causing me to lose the ability to use magick, horrible levels of injury that would be worse than death, and most of all the possibility of a Quiet and the end results of that including becoming a Marauder and needing to be put down,” I replied in an even tone. I asked, “Did I miss anything?”
“That pretty much sums things up neatly. Before I give you any information, tell me why you want to go through with such an insanely dangerously stupid plan.” He said the last like an order not a request and I knew if I didn’t explain he wouldn’t aid me.
“I plan to create the node within a Sanctum and use it for several reasons. The first is because I had a vision in which the city had been destroyed and deserted. In this vision I had a battle with a Nephandi and came out of it with Injuries from the fight. I don’t know when this war is coming here and I know that the vision is as much symbolic as real but a dead and deserted Las Vegas is a bad symbol either way. My second reason is I want to use the Sanctum as a training facility to improve my abilities and to teach other awakened. I also plan to share the Node with at least one of the local Were-creature packs in order to help maintain and protect it; that is if they’ll agree to. Fate and Destiny are playing around with my path in life and as much as I wish it weren’t happening I have no choice but to prepare for what I feel coming and to trust my instincts to guide me.” I looked him square in the eyes and asked, “Now, you said that I wasn’t the first to attempt this insane course of action. How many have tried and were there any who succeeded? If anyone did succeed did they survive said twisting of the Tellurian itself?”
Arthur got a distant look in his eyes as though deep in thought. It was interesting to watch his eyes, the shift around the grey scale of color as he thought looking for all the world like a gray clouded sky, “There have been several attempts I’m sure; however I know of only 3 personally. The first two were abysmal failures. One killed the Mage who attempted it, he was trained in all the spheres but attempted something he wasn’t ready for. I taking hold of the fabric of reality he couldn’t handle the raw Quintessence that flowed from it to him and he was burnt to ash from the inside out. The second failure was from a powerful Mage who became an Archmage of the Correspondence sphere. His hubris was his downfall. He believed that he was powerful enough to change reality where he saw fit, his intent was to force ascension on followers that were barely beginning to understand what is possible and their disbelief put him into a quiet that he hasn’t come back out of yet, that was back in ’92. The one that succeeded was an interesting and unique case. He shouldn’t have had the power to pull it off, however he had prepared for it creating a ritual and having a firm grasp in mind of what he wanted to have happen. The planning and ritual paid off and a Node was created. It was a small Node, limited in power but a Node none the less. He was put into a quiet and managed to come out of it relatively sane. While this mage can still work with magick any spell he attempts is very limited in scope and power, he can’t focus on anything detailed or powerful any longer.” He poured himself a drink from an old bottle, took a good drink and continued, “Now that you know more about the dangers and end results are you still planning to try to do it?”
I looked over to where Sindee was talking with Elayna and took a minute to think before answering. “If I’m going to protect Sindee and by extension the city if not the Tellurian itself I must do this. I don’t intend to try it as a normal spell either. My intent is to create a ritual as your one successful Mage did. I was thinking that if I intend to alter the Tellurian the more representations of the truth of reality I incorporate into the ritual the better chances for success in creating the Node. To that end I am looking for representation of the factions, species and whatever classifications we use for different beings.”
“Sounds to me like you’ve thought this out and despite the dangers; you are intent on attempting it. When you say representations of the various supernatural entities, please give me specific examples of what you mean and I’ll see what I can do about it.” He sat looking at me expectanly, waiting for my response.
“In the simplest terms, I know as Mages we use Quintessence and the it has a physical form of Tass of which I have a little. From the Vampire who’s blood is both their source of life and the power behind their magic, I wish to get as old and powerful a sample as they are willing to part with. From the Were-creatures I plan to seek a truce and see if they will share the knowledge of their source of power and possible provide some for to purpose of making this node a reality. I know that there are Fallen Angels or Demons and Mummies as well as many Supernaturals I have no idea of what they are or their source of Power and Magic which is why I come to you. As you said, you’re something else and you know enough to be able to run this unique place. I think you may be able to assist me in this goal if you’re willing.”
“I may be willing to assist however there are some terms to work out between us. First is that if you are successful I have full access to the node for my use and for those I wish to have trained. Second is that we share information in this war you feel coming; you are not the only protector of this city and the world. Third requirement is that you will train those I send to you; I will not send many but those I do will also have a destiny upon them. The last is that either way; if you survive the attempt in success or failure you will owe me a favor at the time of my choosing, no questions asked.”
“I’ll agree to the first and second with no qualifications. The third is an issue, the Node will be in my home and Sanctum and while I am willing to train those who need be, I will want to ensure that anyone I train is someone I’ve met and come to trust before allowing the knowledge of the Node to spread to them. I have a plan for shielding its position from being sensed beyond simple wards. The last one is almost agreeable. I will owe you the favor but I will not do something that violates my ethics and code of honor, nor will I let the favor endanger Sindee or my family. Beyond that the condition are acceptable.” I waited for Arthur’s counter offer.
Arthur’s reply was, “We agree then on points one and two. For point three, you will train anyone I send to you for training; however I will provide a location for doing so until and if you come to trust them enough to take them into your home. The final point, I swear to you on all that I hold dear that when I call on you for the favor it won’t be lightly and it may put your family into danger, but no more than not doing what I ask of you will. I have been guarding this world and fighting in the multiple supernatural wars going on, the ones you know of and those you do not. This place is a bastion against those wars and will continue as such for a long time to come. Do you agree to my terms or not?”
I took my time to think this through carefully. I didn’t like all the terms, but I doubted I’d be able to succeed without his assistance and that would make things worse not better in the long run. I decided there wasn’t much choice, “I’ll agree with the caveat that if anything happens to Sindee or my family while I’m away that I could have protected them from, no power in the universe will stop me from seeking out all those responsible. Therefore I require that you arrange for the protection of those dear to me while I do whatever favor it is you call upon me for. If you find that acceptable we have a deal.”
Arthur smiled and while friendly it did nothing to comfort me, “I can live with that. Now while you have the meal you ordered and enjoy the conversation with your other guest today I will get started looking into what I can do to assist with collecting you ritual materials.” He nodded his head towards the door. I turned to see Seeker of Truth walking in the front entrance, Marcus and Kyra coming in behind her. “Go ahead and use my table here, looks like you’ll need the room anyway and no one will bother you while you sit there.” He walked into the back area of the club.
Sindee returned to the table as I stood to greet the new arrivals. I gestured them over to the table to sit. As we sat five plates arrived from the kitchen smelling better than anything I’ve had to date. The fact that there were five plates didn’t get past me and I now knew that Arthur had seen this coming before I spoke with him today. “Hello Seeker of Truth, let me introduce you to my fiancé Sindee. Sindee, this is Seeker of Truth.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Seeker of Truth. I heard a little about you and Andrew’s misadventures in the desert and am glad to meet Kyra’s grandmother. She is a wonderful young lady and a close friend to Marcus after such a short time.” Sindee’s tone was friendly and her words came from the heart.
“I am equally pleased to meet you Sindee. As for calling me Seeker of Truth, outside of the pack and our gatherings, please call me Talia.” She smiled and took a bite from her plate. The smile of contentment spoke volumes in silence about how good the meal was going to be. “Now Andrew, you asked to meet with me for a reason, why?”
“In order to answer that I need to ask what you know of Mages, Nodes and the Ascension War?” I replied.
She took a few minutes to gather her thoughts while we all enjoyed our meals be she answered. “In regard to Mages, I know you’re power is more about changing perceived reality by will and Magick. It was explained to me once that mortals and most other supernatural beings share a static reality. Everything we do conforms to a defined set of rules, while some of the rules are outside mortal normality they are still there. To Mages however the easier explanation is that their Perception is reality. They can alter the world to become what they perceive it should be, within limitation based on their own power and how much they try to change at once as well as witnesses to the changes. Is that about accurate?”
“A simplified version of things but very accurate none the less Talia,” Marcus answered before I could.
Talia continued, “Nodes are places of power to Mages and other supernatural races. They are knots or weaknesses in the fabric of the veil between planes where for Mages quintessential energy flows and for Werewolves and other shifters the spirits gather and crossing the barriers becomes easier. These places are usually full of life and are constantly fought for among the supernatural races. The Garou as we Werewolves call ourselves care for the grounds around and protect these places from the Wyrm. Currently my pack doesn’t have control of a Node as there are few in the area around Las Vegas with the major one being the Springs Preserve is under to care and guardianship of a pack of Glass Walkers and Bone Gnawers. They allow us and others in the area to use the area but a Pack is strongest when they have a Node for their totem spirit. Is that enough or do I need to know more about them for our discussion to continue?”
I replied before Marcus this time, “That’s plenty of knowledge of Nodes, and I appreciate the lessons of your people as well Talia. “What about the Ascension War?”
“The Ascension war is being fought between Mages of varying alliances and faction to impose your views upon the world, to bring a higher level or being or consciousness to the people or to deny it to them. This struggle is between the Mages, but is being fought for or against all living beings. We have our own struggle that reflects some of the Mages Ascension War. We fight to stave of the apocalypse, the end of all life. Our battle is with and for the trinity. Gaia is the mother of all and her first children are the Wild, the Weaver and the Wyrm. The wild is life is all its varying forms from mortal to Garou to Mage. The Weaver is the domain of constructs and the artificial. The Wyrm is darkness and strife, death and evil. All of these Aspects create and destroy and balance must be maintained in order to stave off the coming end.” She looked thoughtful, “Now for a question of my own. Why do you need this information?”
“I intend to create a Node instead of finding one.” Marcus’s jaw dropped and he stared at me wide eyed, the kind of look one gives when you offer up a truly bad idea. Seeing his expression, Sindee turned to look at me with concern in her features. Kyra just stared at her grandmother who sat there waiting for me to continue, so I did, “What I am planning is possible and has been attempted before. I have been told of three of these attempts. Two of these failed and the success was not total. I am planning to create a ritual as well as gather some things that may help me in succeeding. Why I asked you to meet in twofold to begin. Would you and your pack like to help care for this node and the land around it with the requirement of sharing it with Mages in the even I am successful? If not could you recommend a pack for me to approach with the same offer? The second thing I need to ask is if you will aid me in the ritual?”
Talia sat quietly eating, taking her time to decide how best to answer I suppose. The five of us sat there eating a wonderful meal waiting for her answer. “If I agree with this plan of yours, I’ll need to take it to the pack to see if they’ll agree to share it with a Mage and your allies. I may choose on my own to help you with it either way, but I must ask what you need from me?”
I stayed with the direct approach as thus far with Talia and Arthur it has worked for me, “In the ritual I’m planning I want to properly represent as many if not all of the supernatural races and power types, tying the fabric of reality and those together. I believe this will increase my likelihood of success and well as make a more powerful node as all of the world’s people will be represented. I’m not going to lie to you. If the spell goes wrong; or even if it goes right I may be out of the picture for some time or even permanently. In either case my properties including the land where the node will be crated fall to Sindee and her training to Marcus. If I am simply incapacitated they will be given custodial rights, in the event of my death it goes to Sindee with the exceptions of what I detailed with my lawyer for my will. My lawyer is awakened and has instruction regarding the Node and Land based on both contingencies. Now as I’ve pretty much dropped a bomb on all of you, I’m going to take my fiancé, play a song on the jukebox and dance with her while we talk about all I just said.” I took Sindee by the hand an led her over to the jukebox.
“Andrew, are you positive you need to do this? I mean we just found each other so recently and I don’t want to lose what we have.” There were tears in her eyes as she spoke, but they hadn’t started falling. It broke my heart seeing her like that.
I leaned down and kissed her, warped my arms around her pulling her against me. “It has to be done and I’m the one who came up with the plan so I have to do it. I have more incentive than anyone else to succeed as well because I have you and you have my heart.” We just stood there wrapped in each other’s arms while Talia, Kyra and Marcus talked at the table. “I’m not a hero Sindee and I’m not trying to be. I’m doing what needs to be done because I can do it and no one else is.”
“I know, it’s one of the reasons that I fell in love with you from the start. I read the intake report and got a copy of the police report to find out what happened to you when you weren’t waking up. Your brother’s and you own statement to the police said that you were injured defending your mother and father from the person who attacked you. It said that you risked your life to save them and that makes you who you are. No matter what you say nor what others tell you, you are a hero precisely because of the choices you make. I may not like the possible results but I would hate for you to change and lose that part of yourself. Do what needs to be done and come back to me.”
“There is something you missed in what I said. I want all of you there to help me, you more than anyone else. I want you by my side as my wife and partner in all things. You are yourself a mage, with all the power and responsibility that comes with that. You are far more powerful than me with Life magick. When you awakened it was probably the second greatest thing that has ever happened in my life. Meeting you and coming back together here in Las Vegas was the greatest.” We danced slowly to a couple of songs on the jukebox before returning to the table to see where the conversation was headed there.
I pulled my chair out to sit when I looked more closely at the table. It was about eight feet across, large for a bar room table. It was divided into a dozen edged panels of hardwoods alternating between a dark and a blonde wood. His seat faced the front door with the back directly towards the bar. It struck me as an odd design for a bar, though as he used it for conferences and to meet people who came into the place the size made some sense. “So, do you have any more questions for me?” I asked those gathered at the table.
Talia spoke up first, “I have one. When do you plan to do this and how soon would you need my answer?”
“In about five weeks or so, and I would need your answer as soon as possible in the event I need to search for a different pack to work this spell with. Marcus, do you have anything to add or ask?”
“I’m sure you’ve already been asked if you’re insane and know the possible ramifications of such an action so I have a request. Let me do it for you, explain the spell and ritual so that I can do it.” Kyra looked at him with a worries expression and I knew then that she had fallen for him and I already knew he was in love with her.
“Marcus, as much as I appreciate the offer, you know that I need to be the one to do this as this ritual is one I am creating. Your willingness to offer is more than enough for me. Any other questions?”
“Why do you feel that you need to do this?” inquired Marcus.
“I had a vision in a dream about a possible future in the Ascension War. In this vision, the city was dead and deserted and I fought a powerful Nephandi. I think it was less a vision and more of an attack via time, correspondence and mind by the Nephandi because I woke in this reality with electrical burns and other injuries I received in the fight. It falls to me to stand between this being and the city, my friends and those I love.”
Kyra spoke up at that, “Grandmother, even if the pack refuses to aid him, I will leave the pack to start a new one and aid them. They are more than worthy of the support of a Pack. Andrew’s intent is to defend all the denizens of the city and surrounding area, accepting that it may cost him everything without blinking. He has earned the support I offer him.”
I was pleased and humbled by Kyra’s words after Sindee’s earlier statement. When Talia spoke up I was overwhelmed, “You speak the truth young one and no matter what the rest of the pack decides I will support him as you have chosen to do so. If the pack chooses against this course of action, I’m coming with you and I’ll being any that wish to follow. The pack will need to find someone to replace me.”
“I haven’t the words to describe how much what each of you said means to me. Thank you isn’t enough but it’s all I have for the moment.” I couldn’t speak another word after that.
The rest of our evening passed quickly, we drank, danced and just had fun for the night because we were planning for a war starting tomorrow. Sindee and I were as inseparable as always, as were Kyra and Marcus. Talia spent most of the night speaking with George for most of the night whenever he had a few minute. It was dawn before any of us left and we stopped for breakfast on the way to our respective homes. Talia stayed behind to continue her conversation with the gigantic werewolf.
We met every week at the existence so I could get the information I needed from Arthur as well as catch each other up on what we knew was going on in the war. Arthur was able to procure for me many representations of the different supernatural members of society. Kyra and Talia did wind up leaving their old pack to start another. The split they say was amicable and the two packs would ally and work together, but that the original pack saw the Ascension War as something for mortals and Mages and believed that they weren’t involved in it. I can’t abide willful blindness to the truth but I won’t condemn anyone for it either. Talia said that she would move near the Node once we created it and Kyra was already living in the city so the living arrangements were going to be easy to make. A few members of the pack did follow Talia and Kyra, mostly younger students like her.
When the house was completed and ready to move in I collected the keys. We weren’t going to move into the house until after the node was completed and we had it furnished. Sindee was packing her clothes and personal Items, and the beds into storage. She was going to rent the house out to Natalie to save her some money and since she trusted her to keep the house in good condition.
The days passed quickly and on the last weekend before I intended to cast the ritual Arthur surprised me by coming to the building site I had chosen with most of the supplies he had been gathering. He told me there were three more items that he would bring with him to the casting and would act as a battery and stabilizer for the energy flow of the spell I was about to perform. What he was offering was a compliment and great responsibility. While he was acting as a flow conduit, I would be shaping the spell. In the end, whatever happened to me he would also suffer as a part of the spell. To perform the task he was offering our minds would be linked and he would be as susceptible to everything that I was as the Mage casting the spell. If things went bad he would suffer the dangers as well.
The day had finally come to create a Node. I had spent the entire night in meditation open to the flow of Magick, infusing every cell of my body with stored potential to create and alter all that exist. You feel like a true god when you have that much power within, and this is where most Magi fall to hubris. I knew I wasn’t god and rooted that firmly in my mind to keep pride out of my way in this casting. I wrote the symbols of all the spheres around the sanctum, I sank the etchings into the surface using matter magick. I placed each representation of the supernatural races around the spot in a close circle leaving the North, South and center positions open for the three items that Arthur was bringing.
The group gathered that evening, Arthur even closed the Existence and brought the core members of his staff to aid in what was happening. They all spread around the room, where the item representing their race or faction was placed they stood. Arthur entered the circle with me with a few items in his hands. In the North position he places a small black ball of crystal, perfectly smooth that had an oily evil sense to it. He said that it was Black 13, the most dangerous glass of the Wizards Rainbow. The item he placed at the South position was the sword that I had seen Sam wearing in the Existence that first night, this was a powerful weapon and some form of talisman. Not powered by Magick but by another source, the blood magic of vampires I believe. The last item was in a case when Arthur set it down to open it. I felt nothing special from it until the case was opened, the Magick and Spiritual energies poured from the case were like a sensory overload. Arthur withdrew the sword inside and held it before him, pointing skyward. This was not just a Talisman but one of the few Wonders of our world, created by a combination of Magick and Legend granted power by belief and epic tales. It was a one of a kind item that will never again be duplicated. Arthur turned it point downward and drove the blade into the floor. The was no sound of metal striking ground, just the sound of blade slicing through clean until it was buried to the cross guard. I reached out to each mind surrounding me and brought it into the spell, giving them just pieces of the overall to hold on to. I took my time to shape the spell and set firmly what I wanted to have happen in the end. I had to weave all the spheres into this to ensure that the Magick flowed easily here. I kept working the image and spell in my head as Arthur flowed more energy to me through the link between us. It was hours before I was ready to cast the final portion of the spell and bind the planes together here creating the Node. I gather all the power I had stored in my own cells and wrapped into it the flow coming from Arthur. I drove the energy through the nine sphered braiding the stands together in my mind, forcing the energy into the ground and across the planes. I twisted the Magick into the fabric of the Tellurian mentally knotting the planes together and released the Magick into it. I felt the power flowing through me in a strength I didn’t know was possible, it felt magma in my veins and silk across my skin at the same time. There was a bright glow in the room and then total darkness and silence around me……………

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The Murder of Dawn Priestly

A shift in the breeze told Samuel Bess that autumn had arrived. While he came to the park two blocks from his apartment dressed in a thin jacket that afternoon and expecting lower temperatures, the sudden cool wind was what officially signified the end of summer. In a few months the trees, grass, and sidewalks would be covered by a thick blanket of snow, and Sam’s weekend strolls to this park would become significantly less frequent.
Sam let out a deep breath as his dark brown eyes scanned the passerby’s around him. He was seated at his favorite park bench, reading over the New York Times while enjoying the last few days of reasonably warm weather.
He watched a cute couple laugh as they passed him by without notice. Their happiness was one he had never truly felt. Sam was pushing thirty-five and had yet to find a woman that would make him truly happy. He was certainly attractive enough, and had the wit and charm to win over the heart of a young woman if he put his best face forward, but Sam wanted something else from the woman he wanted. Something he knew he shouldn’t have.
The yipping of the light brown Yorkshire terrier interrupted his train of thought. The energetic young pup scampered left and right, twisting its leash around the legs of its master. Sam would have tried to ignore the incessant noise had his gaze not fallen upon the owner of the boisterous pup.
She looked about twenty-three, with shoulder-length auburn brown hair, and sweet, sparkling hazel eyes. She was dressed in a blue overcoat with black buttons fastened tightly around her slim figure.
Sam smiled as he watched her struggle to untangle the leash from around her legs. She appeared to be losing her balance, as she twisted her body about, all while keeping her feet mounted on a pair of black high heels.
After finally untangling herself, the dog raced down the pathway, prompting its attractive owner to tighten her grip on its leash.
Sam tried to remain incognito, keeping his face concealed behind his newspaper, but as the woman and her dog advanced down the asphalt pathway in his direction, it became very apparent Sam’s presence would not go unnoticed.
Although the young woman made an effort to restrain the energetic animal, soon the dog was at Sam’s ankles yipping vigorously.
“Snuffy! Snuffy! Get back here!” the young woman hissed, but the dog was persistent.
Sam lowered his newspaper and let his gaze meet the young woman’s eyes.
“Sorry,” the woman said sweetly. Her smile was broad and beautiful. Sam could not take his eyes off her. “He’s just saying hi.”
Sam had experienced many run-ins with dogs an their masters in his life, and found ‘he’s just saying hi,’ ranked right up with ’he won’t bite’ and ‘he’s just being friendly’ as the most common expression uttered by dog owners upon meeting strangers.
Sam elected to ignore the cliched greeting and instead address the opportunity that was now knocking.
Sam bent down and scratched the young pup behind its ears.
“Nice doggy,” Sam petted the dogs’ fur for several seconds before looking up at the face of the beautiful woman holding its leash.
“How old is he?” Sam asked.
“Picked him up at the shelter three years ago when he was a newborn,” the woman said. “Been my best buddy ever since. He’s my guard dog.”
She laughed.
“Yeah, I’d feel safer with this fearsome little fella watching over my place,” Sam said.
Sam growled playfully, prompting laughter from the young woman.
“I’m Dawn Priestly,” the woman said, extending her hand.
“Sam Bess,” Sam replied, taking her hand. Her skin was warm and soft. As the wind shifted once again, Sam’s heart skipped a beat as he smelled the aroma of her perfume.
“I’ve seen you here before,” Sam said. “You live around here?”
“Yup. I live in the apartments just across the street from Cider Lake,” Dawn said. “Been there three years, ever since I got little Snuffy here. My old place didn’t allow pets.”
“Quite a hike for you, isn’t it?” Sam asked. “That’s a couple blocks away.”
“I like the exercise,” Dawn said. “Helps me stay in shape.”
Sam could not deny that. Even through her coat Sam could tell Dawn had a fantastic body. Dawn looked at her watch and then back at Sam.
“Almost Five. I have to get going. Well it was really nice meeting you Sam,” Dawn said. “I hope I we’ll come across each other again soon!”
“Pleasure is all mine,” Sam said.
“Come on, Snuffy!” Dawn said as she tugged onto the dog’s leash, and they took off down the pathway. Sam watched as she walked away. She had a nice ass, Sam noted, and also a fine pair of legs. She must have been wearing a skirt under her coat, because her legs were bare. Sam kept his eyes fixated upon her until she and her dog were completely out of sight.
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“Dawn Priestly.”
Sam entered her name in the Google search bar as soon as he got home. To his disappointment, nothing promising came up. Sam took a sip of his beer, and set it aside. There had to be a way to find her. Something about Dawn Priestly captured Sam’s interest. Sam wasn’t sure if it was simply her beauty, her smile, or the way she laughed, but ever since his encounter with her in the park Sam had been dying to find out more about her. He wanted her.
Sam shifted through several articles, none of which seemed to pertain to the Dawn Priestly whom he was seeking.
“Jim Priestly and Dawn Meadows…”
“Roger Priestly’s Greatest Hits posted by user Dawn…”
“Christine Priestly’s MyPlace page Comments by Dawn Robinson…”
None of the hits seemed relevant. Although one did give him an idea.
“MyPlace,” Sam said to himself.
Sam was not altogether familiar with the social networking site popular among young people, but he had heard of it.
Sam typed “MyPlace.com” into the address bar and after being overwhelmed by annoying ads and popups, decided this may be a good place to start searching.
“Dawn Priestly” did not uncover any relevant results from a brief MyPlace search, but Sam knew there was a chance Dawn would not include her last name on her profile. The problem was, typing simply “Dawn” uncovered far too many results.
Sam let out a sigh and took another sip of beer. Maybe Dawn was like him. Maybe she was not “plugged in” to the trendy young, youth-oriented fads of today.
No, Sam thought. She is young; she is pretty, and likely popular. Sam was convinced Dawn was somewhere on this site. He just had to search more. A thought came to his mind.
He typed in “Dawn Snuffy” into the search bar, and lo and behold, a familiar set of hazel eyes stared back at him from his computer screen.
“Dawn Age 23, Location: Grand Blanc, MI, “pics of me and Snuffy at the Fourth of…”
“Bingo,” Sam said to himself.
Her profile was decorated pink with flying stars and hearts. A song by some popular male crooner played upon opening her profile, which Sam immediately shut off.
Sam spent the next hour reading Dawn’s profile up and down. He admired all of her pictures, although he was disappointed that none of the pictures showed her in the nude. She did include one photo of herself in a bikini, but only from the waist up. She was pictured with two of her friends, all her smiling and holding drinks. Of the three of them, Dawn had the nicest tits, Sam thought.
Sam stared lustfully at Dawn’s ample cleavage, and inserted his hand into his pants and began to play with his privates. As he became more and more aroused, Sam found himself typing another address into the search bar: “www.womeninpain.com,” Sam’s favorite pornography site. Sam found himself tantalized by the graphic images of naked women being tortured by masked men. He entered his personal password and opened a video depicting a young brunette, chained to a wall, and two men with hooks taking turns cutting the flesh from her naked body.
Sam put on a set of headphones and turned the volume up high to hear her screams. He used to play videos from this site on his speakers but the neighbors in the apartment next to his complained and filed a police report.
Sam watched as the men in the video ripped the woman’s throat out and her blood spilled onto their hooks. Sam climaxed as he watched the helpless woman take one last breath and collapse.
After Sam wiped up his mess, he clicked the back button back to Dawn Priestly’s MyPlace page. As Sam stared back at Dawn’s picture, her sparkling eyes and bright smile beaming at him, he couldn’t help but smile back.
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Sam had been lying awake in bed for three hours when he decided he was going to murder Dawn Priestly. It was not a simple decision for him. He had never taken the life of a human being before, but there was no doubt in his mind that he wanted to now. Having met her only hours earlier, Sam realized his feelings for her were so strong he was prepared to make the biggest decision of his or her lives.
He wasn’t sure how or when. Her MyPlace page said her birthday was December 29. Sam decided he would set that as his deadline, so he would have to find a way to kill her before then. As for how, he would need time to think. He didn‘t want her to suffer too much, but a little. He wanted to enjoy it, so she would need to be put under a bit of pain before he did her in. Sam imagined the grisly scenes he had witnessed at womeninpain.com, but Sam was not ready to commit an atrocity such as those. He didn’t feel he was ready. Sam decided Dawn’s death would need to be simple. A little sex, a little torture, and then he would end it. Nothing too complicated. No chickening out, Sam told himself, he was going through with this and there was no turning back. Sam had made up his mind, and the planning for Dawn Priestly’s murder was underway.
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Sam awoke early the next morning and began to write up a plan and a list of items he would need. Cuffs, he would need a way to restrain her. A weapon, preferably a handgun, mainly to coerce her into cooperating with him, not necessarily to finish her off. Knives of course, or other instruments to cause pain. He would also need a way to dispose of her body when he was finished, somewhere it would never be found. This one was tricky. Sam did not realize planning a murder would take so much work. December 29 was only three months away, and Sam began to wonder if that would be enough time. Sam realized he would need to start watching her. He would have to track her down, familiarize himself with her daily habits, find out where she went, and when. Sam would have to develop an acute understanding of every layer of Dawn Priestly’s life if he ever intended to claim it as his own. Sam shut his notebook, put on his coat, and decided to take a walk in the park.
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Jaime Evans stopped at Dawn Priestly’s cubicle as she waited for her to get off the phone. Dawn smiled and held up her index finger, mouthing the words “one moment.”
“Yes, I can have that ready for you,” Dawn said. “Should take no time at all. Thank you.”
Dawn hung up the phone, and looked up at Jaime.
“Yes, Jaime?” Dawn said.
“I looked over our progress, and, well, it looks like we might not have the Johnston Report done in time,” Jaime said.
Dawn turned her chair in Jaime’s direction.
“Okay,” Dawn said. “I’ll tell Ron. Don’t worry about a thing.”
“Psshh!”
Nancy Oakwood, who was busy working in the neighboring cubicle, tsked at Dawn’s remark. Dawn ignored her.
“Well, he’s on his way over,” Jaime said. “Hope he takes it well.”
Jaime walked away, trying to stay out of Ron’s sight. Dawn quickly cleaned up her work area as Ron Finley, her supervisor, made his way towards her desk. She straightened her papers into a neat pile, and as she reached for a nearby file folder, she knocked her coffee mug off her desk, spilling coffee onto her lap. She was wearing a short black miniskirt and nylon stockings, and while she avoided spilling the coffee onto her skirt, the coffee soaked her stockings all the way through.
“Damn it!” Dawn cursed to herself, and grabbed a napkin and began wiping herself off just as Ron arrived at her cubicle.
“Dawn! How are things with the Johnston Report?” Ron asked.
“Just a moment Ron, I had an accident here,” Dawn said. Dawn turned her chair to the side and began carefully sliding her stockings down her long, slender legs. Ron tried not to stare, even as Dawn pulled her skirt upwards so she could get better reach at her stockings.
“Sorry about that Ron,” Dawn said, as she opened her desk drawer. She could feel Nancy’s watchful eyes as she tucked her coffee-stained stockings into her desk drawer, only to remove a new, clean pair.
“The way things are going, it looks like we might not have that report done when you wanted it,” Dawn said, as she began sliding a new pair of stockings on. Ron tried to maintain eye contact but felt his glance continuously shift down to her legs.
“We’re working as fast as we can, but you have to be realistic, Ron,” Dawn said, pulling her stocking farther and farther up her thigh. “There’s only so much a few busybodies like Jaime and I can handle.”
Dawn ran her hands smoothly over her legs, and then looked back at Ron, who nervously shot his glance back towards her eyes.
“Not a problem, Dawn,” Ron smiled. “The project can wait a little longer. I know you’ll do your best.”
“Thanks, Ron, you’re a peach,” Dawn smiled, and Ron walked away. After Ron walked out of sight, Jaime came back around the corner.
“Nice save, Dawn!” Jaime said in relief. “You just saved our asses!”
“You got to learn how to talk to people, Jaime,” Dawn said.
“Yeah, ‘talk’” Nancy muttered.
Dawn peered into Nancy’s cubicle.
“Got something to say, Nancy?” Dawn asked.
“No, nothing,” Nancy said, and then coughed what sounded like the word ‘slut.’“
Jaime rolled her eyes.
“Don’t mind her,” Jaime said. “She’s just jealous cause she never gets any male attention around here.”
“Never occurred to me,” Dawn said. “Anyway, we’re gonna have to buckle down and get the project done ASAP.”
“Another late night, huh?” Jaime asked.
“I was going to do some shopping today, I guess I’ll have to do it on my lunch break,” Dawn said.
“I would too, but that’s my laundry time,” Jaime laughed.
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It was 12:05 when Dawn arrived at the mini-mart just one block from her office building. Dawn grabbed a shopping cart and pushed it down the aisles, quickly grabbing the essentials she would need to survive for that week. After filling her cart with various produce, she was browsing the fresh fruit when she heard a familiar voice.
“Pineapples on sale this week.”
Dawn turned around in surprise.
“Sam?”
Sam smiled.
“Nice to see you again, Dawn,” Sam said. She looked even more beautiful than the day he met her. Sam admired Dawn‘s blazer and miniskirt. She looked absolutely fantastic. “How you doing?”
“A little hurried,” Dawn said. “Doing shopping on my lunch break now.”
“It’s a shame its come to that,” Sam said.
“How so?” Dawn asked, grabbing a pineapple and carefully setting it into her shopping cart.
“Well, isn’t a lunch beak, for, I don’t know, having lunch?” Sam asked.
“In a quaint time in history, yes,” Dawn laughed.
“Seems to me we might all benefit from taking some time in our day to just relax, grab a coffee, you know what I mean?”
“Yeah,” Dawn said, glumly. “Unfortunately coffee time for me is behind the wheel of my car or my desk at work, pretty much.”
“Yeah, same here,” Sam said.
Dawn looked at her watch.
“Looks like I got to get going,” she said. “Sam it was really nice talking to you again, I hope I’ll see you again soon.”
“Me too.” Sam said.
Sam watched as Dawn pushed her cart down the produce aisle. He would have given anything to put his hands on her body at that very moment, but he knew such an act was not possible at this time. Soon though, Sam said to himself. Soon, she would be all his.
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By mid October the weather had dropped to unseasonal lows, and Sam no longer continued his weekend strolls in the park. He had not spoken to Dawn since their run-in at the supermarket, and now three weeks had passed and Sam’s plans for her were well underway.
In the weeks since their last meeting, Sam watched her on a daily basis, monitoring every activity she did outdoors. He had her route from her apartment to her workplace mapped out and memorized, and even knew what stores she frequently shopped. Meanwhile, Sam was doing plenty shopping of his own.
“That there is a .40 caliber Glock 22,” the store clerk said. “Favored by most police units around the United States, that sucker holds fifteen rounds and is considered the perfect pistol.”
Sam picked up the handgun and admired it.
“Is there a waiting period for this model?”
“Assuming you got no criminal record, it’s yours in three days,” the clerk said.
“Not a problem,” Sam said. “I’ll take it.”
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On November 1, Sam purchased a cottage fifty miles north of Grand Blanc. It was a cozy little getaway, in a secluded part of the forest, with no neighbors or troublesome police for miles.
“The previous owners installed an indoor Jacuzzi,” the agent explained.
Sam looked around the quaint house in awe. It had an old fashioned fireplace, solid oak siding, and a spectacular skylight overlooking the den.
“Does it have a basement?” Sam asked.
“It isn’t developed,” the agent said. “ Only concrete flooring, and brick siding.”
“I’d like to take a look,” Sam said.
The agent led Sam down a narrow wooden stairway. Sam felt right at home in the dark, dank basement. The agent flicked on a dangling light bulb and showed him around to several barren rooms.
“The previous owner didn’t use the basement for much. Just a wine cellar I believe.”
Sam kicked a dusty piece of wood lying on the floor.
“I love it,” he said.
Sam spent the next month renovating his new house. He build his own restraining hitch, a reclining bed fitted with sturdy iron shackles, and set up a weapons rack which he filled up with his favorite toys.
It took him several weeks to transport his favorite toys up to his cottage, being busy with his daytime job, but soon his new basement was now his personal dungeon, complete with knives, whips, spears, a branding iron, and even a room he filled from wall to wall with shards of broken glass. He doubted he would use all of these tools on Dawn, but he liked having all of them present for ambience.
When Sam flipped his calendar to the month of December, he circled the date of December 27. Sam swore to himself, that day would be Dawn Priestly’s date with death.
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Dawn Priestly was sound asleep on her couch when she heard a knock at her door. She awoke in a startle, and realized it was the middle of the afternoon and she was sprawled over her couch wearing only a t-shirt and panties. Snuffy stood in front of the door barking madly.
Dawn quickly pulled on a pair of shorts and opened her apartment door, and found herself face to face with a deliveryman holding a bouquet of red roses.
“Dawn Priestly?” the deliveryman asked.
“Yes, that’s me.”
“These are for you.” The deliveryman handed her the flowers.
Dawn was dumbfounded.
“Me? Who are they from?”
“Dunno,” the deliveryman shrugged. “The sender asked to remain anonymous.”
Dawn took the bouquet, and was at an absolute loss for words.
“Have a nice day,” the deliveryman said.
“I will.” Dawn said. She shut the door, and stared in amazement at her unexpected gift. Snuffy jumped about at her ankles, yipping at the aroma-laden flora.
“Down, Snuffy!” Dawn said.
She took a seat on the couch, and sifted through the flowers, until she found a folded letter. Dawn’s heart raced as she opened the card, and in the neatest handwriting she had ever read, saw the words:
“Dawn,
“Your beauty is greater than the loveliest bouquet I could send you. You are the light in my life, my greatest joy. I love you.”
That was it. No signature. No return address. Just a random bouquet of roses from a man who evidently thought the world of her, and she could not even begin to guess at his identity.
Ron? She thought for a second. No, no, it was definitely not him. Ron might have had the hots for her, but he wouldn’t do this. Even if her birthday and Christmas was approaching.
Dawn placed the flowers into a vase and set them on her kitchen table. It was a mystery that would be resolved another day.
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Dawn should have known something was awry, because Nancy gave her a dirty look as she walked into her office building the following Monday. Dirtier than usual, that is. since Nancy always made it known she did not care for Dawn.
Her question was answered when she arrived at her desk, and found a silver necklace placed on the surface, with an envelope tucked underneath.
Jaime approached behind her, having obviously already seen the gift and curious as to the identity of the sender.
“That is beautiful! Do you have a new boyfriend you haven’t told me about?”
“No!” Dawn explained, setting her purse upon her desk. “I got some roses at my apartment last Saturday too. I don’t know who’s sending me this!”
“Oh my God, you have a secret admirer!” Jaime shrieked.
“Jaime, please, you’re not in seventh grade anymore!” Dawn said, though she was a bit anxious herself. Dawn picked up the necklace and placed it around her neck, making her look twice as fabulous to Nancy’s disdain.
“Open the envelope! Open it!” Jaime said.
Dawn took a seat at her desk and opened the envelope. In the same handwriting as on the note that came with her bouquet, the envelope read:
“Dearest Dawn,
“Your eyes sparkle like the moonlight. I long to feel the breath of your kiss. I live every day to tell you how I feel myself, but that day will have to wait. With much love,”
No name was given.
“I don’t get it,” Dawn said. “Who is this guy?”
“Why are you fussing, aren’t you happy?” Jaime exclaimed. “You are so lucky, I want one too!”
“That’s because you’re not sleeping with the boss,” Nancy mumbled.
“It’s not from Ron!” Jaime and Dawn said at the same time.
“Whatever,” Nancy said.
Dawn walked over towards Nancy angrily.
“Hey, listen, I don’t know what I did to earn the title of Office Tramp in your eyes, but it wasn’t sleeping with the boss,” Dawn said. “I have never, nor will I ever have any involvement with Ron or any other manager in this office!”
Nancy looked up at Dawn.
“Then you’re very naive,” Nancy said.
“How am I naive?” Dawn demanded.
“Oh please! The way you lick your lips when he’s around, your short skirts and low cut blouses, the way you bend over so he can check out your tits and ass! Don’t tell me you don’t do that on purpose sweetheart, I wasn’t born yesterday.”
“You know what?” Dawn said. “I’m going to ask him. Right now, straight up.”
“The floor is yours,” Nancy said, and resumed typing.
Dawn marched down the hallway towards Ron’s corner office, and Jaime followed close behind. Dawn knocked briskly on the door, and entered.
“Yes, Dawn?” Ron asked.
Dawn dropped the envelope onto Ron’s desk, and held up her necklace for him to see.
“Ron did you send me this necklace?” Dawn asked.
“No,” Ron said.
Dawn looked back at Jaime.
“Really?” Dawn asked.
“Yes, Dawn what is this about?” Ron asked.
“You didn’t send me flowers on Saturday?”
“No! Dawn honestly, I did not!” Ron said.
Dawn picked the envelope off his desk.
“Thank you,” she said. “That’s all I wanted to know.”
Dawn and Jaime exited Ron’s office.
“Then who?” Jaime asked.
Dawn looked around the entire office and sighed.
“I have no idea.”
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Sam kept his face hidden when Dawn emerged from her office building. He waited around just long enough to see the silver necklace around her neck, and his business was finished. Sam kept his back turned as he took off in the opposite direction, smiling the entire way. She liked his gift! Sam’s pulse raced as he made his way down the sidewalk. Only one more week until his deadline, and Sam had all of his preparations in place.
He waited until 8 in the evening before he made his way to Dawn’s apartment building. A friendly neighbor let him into the building and soon Sam made his way down the hall to the outside of Dawn’s door. It was too soon for her to learn his identity, but that time would come soon. Sam slid an envelope under Dawn’s doorway and bolted for the exit.
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Sam did not sleep the night before the 27th. He still did not know for absolute certain that Dawn would show up at the designated location when he wanted. By morning he was in a sweat, with images of Dawn racing through his mind. All the preparations at the cottage had been made. Sam was certain that no one would ever discover her body or his identity.
He left his apartment at 5pm. His Glock was secured safely in his jacket pocket. He double-checked to make sure it was loaded and ready. Sam got into his car, and drove out of his apartment complex for his first and last date with Dawn Priestly.
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Dawn slid her slender body into a brand new black strapless dress. She examined herself in the mirror. Her dress was cut low, it showed plenty of cleavage, and was tight enough to complement the curve of her sexy ass. It even had a long slit up the side for her bare leg to peek through as she walked. Dawn applied another layer of lipstick across her mouth and made a kissing motion in the mirror.
“Well Snuffy, here goes nothing,” she said. Dawn placed the silver necklace around her neck before double-checking the envelope she found slid underneath her door the previous week.
“My Darling Dawn,
“I feel the time has come that I reveal myself to you. Just as I can no longer hold my feelings for you inside, neither can I conceal my identity. Please meet me on Thursday, December the Twenty-Seventh at six in the Evening at L’Olivier, and I will meet you at the entrance. You will know me when you see me. I love you with all of my heart.”
Still no signature. Yes Dawn knew that would make it all the more exciting when she finally came face-to-face with her admirer.
Dawn leaned down to pet her dog.
“Mommy’s got a date tonight, sweetie-pie,” Dawn said. “Be good.”
Dawn left an extra bowl of food out in case she did not come home until the morning. Snuffy yipped furiously as she made her way to the door.
“I said be good!” Dawn said.
Dawn stepped out of the apartment and shut the door behind her, with Snuffy still yipping as she left down the hallway of her apartment complex.
When Dawn arrived at L’Olivier at ten minutes to six, her heart was racing. Who was this guy? What if he isn’t the sweet guy his letter seemed to suggest he was? Dawn tried to put her fear behind her as she pulled up to the valet.
“Name please?” the valet said.
“Dawn Priestly,” she said.
“Oh yes, of course,” the valet said. Dawn was delighted at how far her blind date had gone to make this a romantic evening for her. Dawn emerged from her car and handed her keys to the valet.
It was only a few feet to the entryway. She carefully stepped towards the doorway, worrying her nervousness might make her slip and fall flat on the pavement. Dawn stepped towards the entrance, through the doorway, and into the restaurant.
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She was more beautiful than Sam had ever imagined she could look. When he saw her in her gorgeous black dress, her hair tied back into a stylish bun, Sam thought he might pass out from the shock. Their eyes met, and Dawns heart skipped as fast as Sam’s.
“Sam?” Dawn exclaimed.
“Hello Dawn,” Sam said. “You look absolutely stunning.”
Dawn was at a loss for words.
“You’re- you’re”
“Yes, it was me, Dawn,” Sam said.
Dawn stared back at him. Sam looked rather handsome, dressed in a rented black tux. Dawn didn’t know what to say to him.
“Sam, I-”
“Please Dawn,” Sam said. “I made reservations for us. Have dinner with me.”
Dawn took a deep breath.
“Okay,” Dawn said.
For Dawn, it was one of the most awkward dates she had ever experienced. She considered Sam to be far too old for her, yet with all of this effort, all this sweetness, he had done it just for her. Dawn decided she had to see this one dinner date out. She would decide how to handle the situation when it was over.
“How’s work?” Sam asked.
“Oh, it’s okay,” Dawn said. “You got a lot of my coworkers wondering about you when they saw that necklace.”
Sam smiled.
“Well, you’ll have quite a story to tell them tomorrow, won’t you?”
“Actually, I won’t be going to work tomorrow,” Dawn said.
Sam looked up in surprise.
“I took the day off,” she said. “Saturday is my birthday.”
“Oh I see,” Sam laughed. “How old will you be then?”
“Twenty-Four,” Dawn said. “And proud.”
“Hmm,” Sam muttered. Most women he knew lied or were ashamed of their ages. One more reason Sam knew Dawn was special.
“Well, Happy Birthday, in advance,” Sam said.
“Thank you,” Dawn said.
To Dawn’s surprise, she had a very pleasant dinner with Sam. Even though he was not her type by any means, she had to admit by the end of their dinner that she thoroughly enjoyed the time she spent with Sam.
The waiter brought the check, which Sam insisted on paying himself.
“Well, I’d like to thank you for dinner, Sam,” Dawn said. “You are a truly sweet man.”
With that, Dawn gave Sam a soft kiss. Sam felt his heart jump into his throat. Her lips were so soft, and so sweet. Their dinner was now over. Sam could feel the excitement stirring in his pants. Their real date was about to begin.
As they made their way to the exit, the valet brought Sam’s car to the driveway.
“Ready to go?” Sam said.
Dawn turned to Sam sadly.
“Sam, I’m really sorry,” Dawn said. “I had a really nice time tonight but I can’t take this any further.”
Sam felt his heart sink. He knew she should have expected this. And in fact, he was quite prepared.
“Dawn, please,” Sam said. “Let’s just go for a ride. Just you and me.”
“Sam, no,” Dawn said. He could tell by her face she was serious. Sam shot a glance back at the valet. He was busy going to get another car.
“Dawn, I have a special surprise for you,” Sam said.
“Sam, no more surprises,” Dawn said. “ I had a nice time but you’re not my type!”
Sam removed the Glock from his jacket and pressed the muzzle against Dawn’s stomach.
“Dawn, you’re coming with me tonight,” Sam said. “Get in the car.”
Dawn took one look at Sam’s handgun and her blood ran cold.
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“Sam, don’t do this!” Dawn cried. “Please stop the car, let me out!”
Sam pointed his gun at Dawn’s temple.
“One more word, I’ll blow a hole through your head.”
Dawn shut her mouth and Sam continued driving. Sam knew she would not be able to remain calm, so once he was out of the city, he pulled over to the side of the road and ordered Dawn out of the car.
“What do you want from me?” Dawn cried. “I’m sorry I can’t reciprocate your feelings, please, think this through!”
“Shut up!” Sam screamed. He unlocked the trunk of his car, and Dawn saw what was inside.
“Oh my God! Oh my God!” Dawn screamed.
The assortment of ropes, pliers and tie wraps laid out neatly inside Sam’s trunk sent Dawn into a crying frenzy.
“What are you going to do to me? What do you want, Sam?”
“Hold still!” Sam shouted. Sam took one tie wrap and bound Dawn’s wrists behind her back. He then placed a gag in her mouth and tied it shut.
“Get in the trunk,” Sam said.
Dawn gave Sam a pleading last look.
“I said get in, Dawn,” Sam said.
Dawn climbed into the trunk of the car, trembling as she pulled her body together into a fetal position. Once she was securely inside, Sam sealed the trunk shut.
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Dawn couldn’t tell how much time had passed when the car stopped moving. It seemed like hours that she had been crammed into the compact trunk. The chirping of crickets in the nearby forest were all Dawn could hear when the trunk finally opened.
Sam stared down at her. He was no longer wearing his tux, instead hew was dressed in a flannel shirt and blue jeans. Sam looked her over to make sure she was still secure. The tie wraps were still securely around her wrists, as was the gag in her mouth.
“Get out,” Sam said.
Dawn climbed out of the trunk, though she had a bit of difficulty having her hands tied behind her back and wearing high heels, but she managed, and dropped her high heeled feet upon the gravel driveway of Sam’s picturesque cottage.
Sam untied the gag from Dawn’s mouth. She took a breath before speaking.
“What is this place?” Dawn asked, panting.
“Somewhere where we won’t be bothered,” Sam said.
Sam kept his gun trained on Dawn, and with his other hand, unlocked the front door. He ordered Dawn inside before locking the door behind them.
“Welcome to my humble abode,” Sam said, with a quiet chuckle. He took a pair of pliers from his pants and cut the tie wrap binding her hands.
Dawn looked around the interior of the old-fashioned homestead. Sam turned on a light on its dimmest setting, and then ordered Dawn into the den. It was a pleasant little home, Dawn would have appreciated it more if not for the circumstances.
“Sit.”
Dawn took a seat on the sofa and waited for Sam’s next command. He took a seat on the easy chair opposite Dawn and kept his gun trained on her.
“Dawn,” Sam began. Dawn froze in terror.
“Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I wanted you. I’ve lusted after you for so long. Tonight, you are going to make my every fantasy come true.”
Dawn’s expression first went to shock.
“Sam, please!” She whimpered. “I don’t want to do this why are you making me do this?”
Sam rose to his feet and pressed the barrel of his gun to Dawn’s forehead.
“Here are the rules, Dawn,” Sam said. “When I tell you to do something, you will do it. If you don’t, I will hurt you, and I will hurt you very badly.”
Dawn tried to back away but her body was up against the backrest of the sofa.
She cried for several seconds.
“Dawn?” Sam asked.
“Yes?”
“Are you with me?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
“Please I’ll do whatever you want just don’t kill me please!”
“I’m not going to kill you, Dawn,” Sam said.
“What do you want me to do?” she asked.
Sam smiled, but only on the inside.
“Dawn, I think you have a beautiful body. It’s so shapely. So sexy.”
Dawn did not reply.
“Dawn, I would like to see your body. Fully naked.”
Dawn stared back at Sam, saying nothing.
“Is that okay, Dawn?” Sam asked.
Dawn nodded.
“Good,” Sam said. Sam backed away from Dawn and took a seat on the easy chair.
“Go on, take off your dress,” Sam said.
Dawn leaned forward and removed her heels. Her toenails were painted a deep crimson. The looked very pretty in Sam’s opinion.
Sam watched in excitement as Dawn rose to her feet, and carefully pulled her black dress up over her head and removed it from her body. She was wearing only a silky black thong underneath, and no bra. Dawn covered her ample sized breasts with her arms as she turned to face Sam, who watched in in pure amazement.
“You are beautiful, Dawn,” Sam said. “Simply gorgeous. Now take off your panties.”
Dawn took her arms away from her chest, and exposed her beautiful breasts. Her nipples were round and thick.
Dawn took hold of her skimpy panties, and slid them down her legs towards the floor. Her pussy hair was neatly trimmed, and the same color as on her head.
Sam grabbed his cock and gave it several gentle strokes as he watched Dawn stand naked before him in his den. She was still wearing the silver necklace he had sent her, but he decided to let her keep it on.
He ordered Dawn to turn her back so he could check out her ass. Dawn obeyed. Her cheeks were round and firm. Sam gave his cock a few more strokes, and then told Dawn to face him once again.
“Dawn, I want you to lie down on the sofa,” Sam said.
Dawn trembled as she took two steps backwards, and sat her bare ass onto Sam’s sofa. She lifted her legs off the floor and lay her entire body across the sofa. Dawn didn’t move. She remained motionless with terror.
Sam rose from his easy chair and approached Dawn. He stared down at her, passing his eyes over every inch of her naked body. Dawn squirmed uncomfortably under his leering eyes, and covered her breasts with her hands.
“Dawn, I want you to hold completely still,” Sam said. “And you have to place your hands on your sides.”
Dawn’s breathing escalated as she removed her hands from her chest, leaving her bosom exposed.
“What are you going to do?” Dawn asked. Nervous did not begin to describe her tone of voice.
“I’m going to bite your breasts, Dawn,” Sam said, and upon seeing her response, added, “no, no, no fidgeting, you have to hold still sweetheart.”
Dawn did her best to remain calm as Sam stooped to his knees. Had his hand not been securely around his pistol Dawn may have considered taking the opportunity to fight back, but being that he was well armed and in close proximity to her Dawn decided to wait.
“That’s it, hold still, hold still,” Sam said very slowly and calmly. “Yes, that’s a good girl.”
Sam leaned forward, and placed his mouth around Dawn’s right breast. Dawn shut her eyes tightly when she felt the wetness of Sam’s lips around her nipple, trying to block out this moment from her memory.
Sam took great pleasure in sucking Dawn’s tit. He sensually ran his tongue on and all around her nipple. Soon her nipple became stiff and hard, and Sam sucked it for several seconds. It tasted good.
Sam removed his lips from Dawn’s right breast and began to lavish his attention on her left. He did the same thing, licking her nipple softly and sensually for several seconds and then sucking it.
Sam then proceeded to chew on her nipple, very lightly, with his front teeth. Dawn’s nipples were very sensitive, and she began to squirm in discomfort.
Sam placed his hands on Dawn’s body, so as to discourage her from fidgeting, and he gradually began to bite Dawn’s breast harder.
“Sam, you’re hurting me!” Dawn moaned.
Sam opened his mouth farther, and gave Dawn’s entire left breast a hard bite. She screamed.
Sam pressed both of his hands against Dawn’s torso, all while keeping the gun trained on her head as well. Dawn grasped the sofa cushion with her hands, trying to find a way to tolerate the pain.
Even as Dawn’s screaming continued, Sam kept his teeth clenched around her breast, and sank his teeth even harder into her tender muscle.
“Sam! Please stop! Please stop Sam!” Dawn cried in agony. It wasn’t until Sam could taste Dawn’s blood against his lips that he decided to release his clasp.
Sam looked down at his work, and saw bloody teeth marks all around Dawn’s left breast, with her blood dripping down her underarm onto his sofa. Sam pulled a hanky from his pocket and wiped the blood from the upholstery.
“Are- are you done?” Dawn asked, panting.
“Nope,” Sam said, placing the bloody hanky aside. “Still got some bitin’ to do on righty, don’t I?”
“No, please!” Dawn pleaded. “Don’t bite me again Sam please!”
Sam placed his hands on Dawn’s torso once again, and placed his mouth around Dawn’s right breast. The swelling in her nipple had gone down a bit, so Sam licked it once again until he got it nice and stiff.
Sam then proceeded to bite the tip of her nipple, just enough to get a good grasp on it, and then pulled his teeth away to stretch it. Dawn attempted to lean forward, but Sam kept her upper body pressed against the sofa to stretch her nipple as far as he could get it.
He was only able to stretch it a few inches before it split and burst, causing her blood to dribble down her bosom once again. Dawn was screaming and sobbing, begging Sam for mercy.
Sam wiped up her blood once again, but his excitement at witnessing Dawn in all of her painful agony aroused him greatly. He briefly considered raping her right there on the couch, but decided against it. Dawn’s rape needed to be done where she could be properly restrained.
“We’re going to go down into the basement now, Dawn,” Sam said. He took Dawn by her hands, and pulled her to her feet. She stood very still, her sobs having gradually subsided.
“You go down first, Dawn,” Sam said. “Leave your clothes here, you won’t need them.”
Sam led Dawn from behind into a narrow stairway that led down to the basement. As Dawn descended the stairway, dank, drafty air brought out goosebumps all over her naked body. The wooden stairs were cold against Dawn’s bare feet, but the fear she felt at that moment was colder than anything else in the house. Sam kept his gun pointed at Dawn’s back as he followed her down the narrow stairway.
When Dawn felt her feet touch cold concrete she stopped. The musty smell of the old basement filled her heart with dread. Dawn mentally prepared herself for the very worst.
Sam flicked on the hanging light bulb, and Dawn gasped as she laid her eyes on the torture devices around her.
“Oh God oh God oh God oh God oh God!” Dawn whispered to herself.
“No, now, don’t worry dear,” Sam said. “I won’t be using all of my toys on you tonight. I would like you to step over to that restraining post and bend over as far as you can.
Dawn was shaking in her skin as she approached the strange wooden device in front of her.
She walked directly behind it and wasn’t sure what to do. She turned back to look at Sam.
“It’s a simple device,” Sam said. “Just bend over the top of it, the straps on the sides will secure your arms and legs in place. It won’t hurt; it’s just going to keep you in place so I can have sex with you from behind.”
Dawn trembled as she leaned over the side of the post, and placed her hands into the restraints.
“I’ll need you to spread your legs apart for me Dawn, nice and wide now,” Sam said.
Dawn did as she was told, and spread her legs to the edges of the retraining post.
Sam kept careful watch as he secured the restraints around her ankles, and then around her wrists. Once Sam was satisfied that Dawn was tied into place, he set his gun aside.
“Now then, let’s get started shall we?” Sam said. Sam dropped his pants, and simply admired the sight before him. Dawn’s legs were wide open. He could see her pussy lips dangling, just waiting to be fucked.
Sam walked up behind Dawn, and placed his palm against her hip. Her skin was so soft, he ass cheeks were so round and firm, Sam felt his cock erupt into a massive erection.
Sam stepped forward, and thrusted his cock into Dawn’s pussy.
She gasped upon the impact. Her pussy was so soft, so tight; he lost control of his body as he rocked his pelvis back and forth. Dawn couldn’t take the intense pain and screamed out in agony. Her pussy wasn’t wet enough, and Sam was having trouble getting pleasurable friction from her.
Sam withdrew his cock, and removed from a nearby tool box a bottle of lubricant. He squirted a bit onto his cock, and then, noticed Dawn’s round little asshole sitting open and waiting for him. Sam took the bottle of lube and inserted the nozzle into Dawn’s anus, and squirted a good amount up inside her rectum. He withdrew the bottle and carefully maneuvered his cock inside Dawn’s ass. Dawn screamed once again, but this time the feeling was much smoother, much more satisfying. Sam began pounding Dawn; fast and hard, rubbing his cock in and out of her asshole back and forth, and the feeling was immensely satisfying.
Dawn, however, was in considerable pain. She had never been fucked in her ass before, although many of her dates had tried to talk her into it. Dawn shut her eyes, praying for the experience to end. Sam showed impressive stamina, and managed to continue assbanging her for several minutes without slowing.
Dawn took a deep breath once she felt Sam finally come. He kept his dick firmly between her cheeks until he blew his entire load into her ass. He lingered inside her for several minutes, waiting for all of his aftercum to seep into her anus as he pondered what he wanted to do to her next.
He stared down at her bare back. Dawn’s helplessness was what made this so exciting. Sam felt powerful, in control. Sam ran his index and middle fingers up her spine, feeling the curve of her backbone. Dawn trembled in terror. She didn’t dare speak a word; instead she prayed that this nightmare would soon come to a close. Unfortunately for her, it would.
Sam zipped up his pants and retrieved his handgun. Sam had gotten everything he wanted from her. Everything that is, except her life. Sam placed his Glock against Dawn’s temple, and placed his finger on the trigger. Dawn screamed.
“Oh God, please, Sam no!” Dawn shook with terror. “Don’t kill me!”
Sam wanted to do it. He wanted to shoot her right there, blow her brains all over his basement floor, and give himself the greatest climax of the best evening of his life. But Sam had a plan already set, and this was not part of it.
“Dawn,” Sam said. “Do you want to live?”
“Yes!” Dawn said. “Please, please, don’t shoot me!”
“Then I need you to do something for me.”
Dawn gulped.
“Anything,” she said.
Sam smiled. He crouched down and began to unfasten her arm and leg restraints.
“I want you to take a walk with me,” Sam said.
Dawn was very sore from the forced anal sex, but she managed to pull herself to her feet and face Sam. Her eyes were stained with tears, and her face was still filled with fear, both of which excited Sam greatly.
“Upstairs,” Sam said.
Sam marched Dawn up the stairway and back to the main floor of the house. He led her to the front door and instructed her to open it.
“May I have something to wear?” Dawn asked. “It’s very cold out.”
Sam shook his head.
“Where we’re going is not very far. You won’t need any clothing there.”
Dawn fearfully opened the front door, and cringed as the cold air brushed against her still naked body. Sam pressed his gun against her lower back and thrusted it forward to keep her moving.
The gravel pathway stung her bare feet as she attempted to walk upon it. Sam pushed the gun harder against her back to keep her moving quickly. He led her away from his house and into the foreboding forest.
Dawn kept her arms wrapped tightly around her torso to keep warm as she attempted to navigate between the twisted and gnarled trees around her.
“How much father is this place?” Dawn asked, before cringing as she stepped on a pinecone.
“Keep walking,” Sam said.
Dawn began to lose track of where she was in the forest, not even sure if she would be able to find her way back to the cottage from where she was, but Sam apparently had the instincts of a dog, and pressed on unimpeded.
Dawn didn’t want to do anything to anger Sam, but her anxiety got the better of her.
“Sam, tell me, where are we going?” she demanded.
Sam held the gun to the back of Dawn’s neck.
“I said keep walking,” Sam said. Dawn trembled.
They pressed on. Dawn’s feet were now in considerable pain from stepping on pinecones and pine needles. Her naked body also accumulated a large number of scrapes from bumping into trees and sharp branches in the dark, but Sam remained close behind to make sure she did not stray from their path.
They continued to walk for several minutes, and Dawn was nearly exhausted. Sam’s pulse raced as they grew nearer their destination, knowing that his plans for Dawn were almost complete. As they made their way through the last clump of trees, Sam’s heart was pounding furiously as a clearing came into view.
“Here we are, Dawn” Sam said.
“What is this place?” Dawn asked.
“Go ahead, take a look,” Sam said.
Dawn stepped forward into the clearing, trying to make out what it was they had come all this way to see. And then she saw it. Lit softly by the dim moonlight, in the center of the clearing, was a large pile of dirt, with a shovel protruding from it. Next to it, was a hole in the ground, six feet deep. It was a grave. Her grave.
Dawn’s heart sank, and her face filled with terror.
“Oh my God!” she said, panic-stricken. “Oh my God, you’re going to kill me!”
Dawn stared at Sam in terror, who stepped towards her with his gun raised.
“Dawn,” Sam said.
Dawn tried to speak but no words could come out.
“Dawn, I’ve been obsessed with you since the day we met. Your beauty, your charm, it’s captivated me for months. All this time I’ve been wanting to make you mine forever. Tonight, you will be.”
Tears poured from her eyes as she stepped backwards, but Sam stepped towards her, keeping her little over an arm’s length away.
“Sam, please don’t,” she begged. “Please don’t kill me I’ll do anything you want. Anything, just don’t kill me.”
Dawn had never been more desperate in all her life.
“I’m sorry, Dawn,” Sam said. “But it has to end like this. I can’t let you live.”
“Please!” she screamed. “No one will know about tonight! I won’t tell the police, no one will know, it’ll be our secret, a special secret between to two of us!”
“No,” Sam said. “Dawn, I need you to get down on your knees.”
“No!” Dawn pleaded. “I don’t want to die! Please, please don’t let me die here!”
Dawn was now sobbing uncontrollably. Sam tried to find a way to console her.
“Dawn if you cooperate with me I will make it quick and painless,” Sam said. “If you don’t, I’ll make it very painful, now what’s it going to be?”
Dawn sobbed and shook her head.
“What’s if going to be, Dawn?” Sam repeated. “Do you want it to be fast, or do you want to suffer?”
Dawn looked Sam in the face pleadingly.
“What do you want me to do?” she said.
“Turn towards the grave, and get down on your knees,” Sam said.
Dawn turned to her side, and dropped to her knees. She held her arms against her chest and squeezed them tightly.
Sam walked up behind Dawn, and pointed his gun at the back of her head. His hand trembled. He could feel his pulse pounding inside his head as he prepared himself for what he was about to do.
“Don’t do this, Sam!” Dawn said. “Don’t do this Mother Mary Jesus don’t do this!”
Dawn began to whisper a prayer she had learned as a child. Sam kept his gun locked on Dawn’s head, his finger on the trigger. He had to do this.
A cloud shifted, and moonlight shined down, allowing Dawn to see the very bottom of the grave. The cold, dark dirt stared forebodingly back at her. She continued to sob.
Sam stared sadistically at Dawn’s trembling naked body. He thought back to her picture on her MyPlace page, and the rush he had gotten when he first concocted his plan to murder her. He imagined her screams, and the rush he’d gotten from kidnapping and raping her. He thought about how much he’d enjoyed marching her through the dark, cold woods, bare naked, to her death. He’d enjoyed every minute of it.
He was ready.
“Happy Birthday, Dawn,” Sam said. “I hope you like the present I got for you. I’m going to give it to you now.”
Dawn closed her eyes as Sam squeezed the trigger. The explosion rocked Sam’s entire arm as the bullet shot from the barrel and passed through Dawn’s skull, killing her instantly. Dawn fell face first onto the cold dirt, next to the gaping grave next to her.
Sam stood motionless for several seconds, shocked at what he had done. Smoke seeped from the barrel, and Sam could hear the sounds of frightened animals in the nearby forest fleeing.
He lowered his arm to his side, and stared down at Dawn’s body. She lay very still.
Sam dropped on his knees and held his fingers against the side of her neck. He could not feel a pulse. He had done it. Dawn Priestly was dead.
Sam placed his open palm against Dawn’s lower back. Her skin was still warm. Sam sat down next to her, took her hand, and held it for several minutes.
He rolled her over and stared at the front of her body. She still had plenty of body heat left in her. Sam rested his hand on Dawn’s thigh, and sat with her in the forest clearing for several hours.
When Sam was ready, he rose to his feet, and grabbed Dawn by her arms and pulled her into the grave. Her body dropped loosely down into the cold dirt. Sam did his best to straighten her limbs to make her look somewhat natural, and then took up the shovel.
“Good bye Dawn,” Sam said, taking one last look at his first victim. She was still wearing the silver necklace he had given her. Sam decided to let her take it with her.
Sam took a shovel full of dirt from the pile, and dropped it down on top of Dawn’s corpse. It almost hurt him, seeing his beloved Dawn covered in soil. Sam suppressed his feelings, and shoveled all of his dirt pile into the grave.
The sun peeked out over the horizon as Sam finally finished filling Dawn’s grave. He patted the shovel against the surface, and covered the dirt with leaves and twigs.
He took a minute to breath in the morning air, and carried the shovel with him back to the cottage.
Sam’s cottage looked very peaceful in the pale morning light. Sam placed the shovel back in his shed, before returning inside his cottage.
Sam felt like a new man as he walked in through the doorway. He kicked off his boots and made his way into the den. Dawn’s dress was still sprawled out over the couch, and her panties still lay alone on the floor, next to her heels. Sam picked up the two garments, and smelled their pleasing aroma. Although he didn’t want to, he would have to dispose of all of these garments if he hoped to get away with his crime.
Sam spent most of the morning scrubbing and cleaning. He washed up all of the blood he could find, and disinfected all of his instruments with bleach.
By midmorning he returned to his car for a long ride home.
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Sam thought of nothing but Dawn as he drove down the freeway back to Grand Blanc. As much as he now felt she was a part of him, there was still a bit of a longing. It hurt that he could not kill her again. Sam was starting to regret having disposed of her dress, but he knew it was for the better.
Feeling a bit of a hunger, Sam stopped at a small roadside cafe.
Sam entered the front door to find a cheery, well-lit restaurant, complete with the checkerboard tablecloths and the chalkboard with the day’s specials scrawled on it.
Sam took a seat in one of the booths and picked up a tall plastic menu that was tucked behind the salt and pepper holders. He could hear the quiet chatter of other patrons, and he peeked out over the top of his menu to see a pretty waitress quickly scurrying up and down the aisles with a small notepad. She was wearing a white blouse with a yellow apron strapped around her waist, and a short poofy red skirt. Although Sam only got a glimpse of her, he noticed she had shimmering blonde hair and fantastic legs.
Sam read over the menu, pausing every few seconds to peek up over the top to see if he could catch another glimpse of the blonde waitress. Every few seconds she would appear again, and attend to another table and refill the coffee cups.
Sam resumed reading the menu.
“Hi there, how you doing this morning?”
Sam looked up from his menu to see the blonde waitress standing at his table, smiling down at him.
“I’m doing great, thank you,” Sam said.
“I’m Heidi, I’ll be your server,” she said. “Are you ready to order?”
“Yes,” Sam said. “Yes I am.”

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The Fog – chapter 1

William Decker, a 19 year old college student, yawned and rubbed his tired eyes. The drone of his powerful V8 engine was humming him to sleep. The adventurous nature of the trip had sustained him during the first leg of his journey, despite 14 continuous hours of non-stop partying the night before. But, now the newness and adrenalin were wearing off. He opened a pack of no-doze and took two tablets. He shook the coffee thermos and found it empty. He needed to stop.
He blinked at the blue road signs as they passed, looking for a place to stay, or a place to gas his fuel-hungry 383 Malibu engine. He grabbed a large plastic bottle of Dr Pepper out of an open ice chest and held it in the crook of his arm. He opened the bottle while he drove dangerously using his bottle-ladened elbow. After a few daring swerves and swoops he drank from the bottle, once again cheating death in an attempt to assuage his thirst, and wash down the pills.
William sighed and reclosed the bottle. He had planned his trip to avoid New Orleans. He had been told it was a confusing mass of one-way streets. He didn’t mind, he enjoyed driving at night, but his choices for gas stations were limited. Most closed after ten. Mile after mile passed. A blue sign appeared in the distance. He watched it hopefully until the word “gas” appeared. With a slight grin he slowed and turned up the offramp onto to highway 51. The roar of his engine echoed off the trees and cement as he accelerated up the ramp.
William expected to see a gas station at the intersection at the top of the ramp, but was disappointed to find the area deserted. One pale yellow street light lit a coin-operated ice machine and a dirty telephone booth. He stopped in the intersection and looked both ways. He reluctantly turned north. He must find gas.
The pills were beginning to work. William drove for several minutes wide awake and happy. It was a nice night. He looked out his window at the full moon reflecting off the water of a swamp. It was beautiful. Frogs and crickets sang as he passed. The smell of growing things perfumed the air. He had seen lightning in the distance earlier, but all was quiet now. He hummed along with the music on the radio, while tapping on the steering wheel.
A distant object appeared in the road. At first he thought it was a light or fire, but as he drew closer he saw that it was a bank of fog extending across the road. The moonlight was playing tricks with the fog, it seemed to glow and pulse with a life of it’s own. William felt his skin prickle as he drew closer. His nostrils flared and the hair stood up on the back of his neck. Something was wrong, very wrong, as if he were sensing evil. How in the hell…
William entered the fog. He had a million fleeting visions of sex, murder, and debauchery. Naked, dirty, withering bodies touched his own. The stench of hell filled his nostrils, a sweet cloying, evil smell of death and rotting bodies.
William saw a beautiful woman approaching him through the fog, she was nearly naked. A thin chiffon gown flowed around her. He felt himself becoming aroused. She held a hand out in a friendly gesture of peace and friendship, or so he believed.
He was distracted by dozens of warm, slimy hands touching his body, stimulating and further arousing him. He knew they were sucking the life out of him, but he didn’t care. He moaned in passion and horror, giving the beautiful woman an imploring glance. He felt the creature, whatever it was, was using her. The woman seemed to exert a great force of will, screamed and melted into the road. He felt a immense loss. Amid the chaos and unpleasantness, he had felt a kinship with the beautiful woman. Hours seemed to pass. Bodiless faces appeared in the fog, and passed beneath the car, laughing insanely as they disappeared. The hands continued to touch his body. The horrible stench continued filling his nostrils with the stink of death.
For an eternity visions of sex with beasts, sex followed by murder, or dirty disgusting and perverted sex filled his vision. It was being forced on him by a will stronger than his own. He knew it’s purpose. It was trying to defeat his will to live. By giving pleasure, and associating it with guilt, it was waiting for William to give up in shame and despair. He saw what looked like a demon with a three foot cock fucking a woman to death, while she changed into many different screaming women.
William felt a mouth on his cock, even though he was fully dressed. Naked, wet bodies touched him. He felt many stinking pussies sliding up and down on his body, leaving a trail of wet slime wherever they touched. Something hot and hard was shoved up his ass. He screamed as it began pistoning in and out in time with the mouth on his cock. He came explosively. The mouth continued to suck, keeping him hard. The mouth broke contact and he felt his cock fill a warm void, either an invisible pussy or an ass. It was much too hot, burning his sensitive flesh. He started to scream an objection, but he couldn’t speak. He tried to pray, but he couldn’t remember the words. A chant filled his head. At first it was so low as to go unnoticed, but eventually it grew louder until it thundered in his brain. It was a friendly chorus of voices aimed at releasing William from his hell. He tried to plead with them, but they didn’t seem to notice. They continued their chant, growing ever- stronger.
All time stood still when William suddenly passed out of the fog. His car was just leaving the road. Two tires were treading on the short green grass of the shoulder. He swerved the car back onto the road while his wild eyes searched for signs of the previous horror and debauchery. All was normal. Had he gone insane? He could still hear chanting in the distance. A firm, authoritative type of chorus.
Panting for breath, he sat driving automatically, as mile after mile passed. His mind went blank. He did not think, nor did he sense the passing of time. All time seemed to stand still. He could still hear the chant in his head. Would it ever go away? Would it ever leave him alone to live a normal life again?
Then it did leave. A chill filled his soul where the chant had been. He blinked, suddenly aware of his surroundings. He saw a Shell sign and a collection of lights glowing in the distance. He gave a great, shuddering sigh, as if awaking from a horrible nightmare. He looked down at himself to find his clothes still neat, clean, and dry. He had been sure…
William pulled into Hammond at 1:13 in the morning. Forty five minutes had passed since he entered the fog. It seemed like weeks. He was surprised to find the gas station still open. It was at the edge of town. He pulled in and sighed in relief. He’d just made it, the gauge was on empty. William watched an 18 year old boy in greasy blue clothes put down a magazine and come outside.
“What can I do you for?” he asked tiredly.
“Gas, high test.”
“Gotcha,” he said, finding the gas cap and sticking the nozzle in with a clatter.
“Is there a hotel around here?” William asked, looking in his mirror at the attendant. He appeared to be thinking.
“No, not unless you go south to Norlans, but I wouldn’t recommend it until morning.”
“Where?”
“New Orleans,” he said slowly and patiently.
“I took I12 to avoid New Orleans,” William muttered.
“There’s an all-night restaurant,” the attendant said brightly.
“Where?”
“Other end of town,” he pointed, as if William didn’t know where the other end of town was. “There’s a park across from it, truckers stop there and sleep.”
“Thanks. Hey…” he stopped uncertainly. He didn’t want to look like an idiot, but something had happened. Something horrible, something supernatural. He wanted an explanation. He wanted to confirm his sanity.
“Have you seen anything strange in the swamp back there?” William asked, pointing behind him.
“No!” the man said rudely. William was looking at the man in the mirror, so he saw his face go pale. The man licked his lips nervously, giving William a guilty, fleeting glance.
“Really? What about a strange fog?”
The gas nozzle clicked, even though the car was only three quarters full. The attendant slammed the nozzle back into the pump and came up to the window.
“Seven dollars and forty six cents,” he growled with his hand out. William started to object, then thought better of it. He handed the man ten dollars.
“Keep the change,” he muttered.
“Thanks,” the man said reluctantly. He turned, then hesitated. “Hey, mister.”
“Yes,” William said hopefully.
“Don’t go back there at night. Stay in the park.”
“Why?” William asked, but the attendant was already gone.
William ate at the all-night diner. He took his time over several cups of coffee, watching the truckers come and go. One thing was consistent, nobody went south on highway 51. Everyone headed north. William slept at the park. He would not return to the swamp at night. The rest of William’s trip was uneventful.
Over the next few years William earned his Bachelors at UC Berkeley, then returned to Florida several years later. He never forgot that horrible night in Louisiana. No matter where he went or what he did, it was always in the back of his mind.
William slid his hard cock into the soft, wet pussy of Megan Gray. She was naked, bent over the back of an overstuffed chair. William huff and groaned above her silky smooth back. Her pussy felt so damned good on his cock. She was giving little kitten cries as he fucked her brutally. She liked it hard, and so did William.
William’s legs were growing tired. He pulled out of her pussy. She gasped in disappointment, turning to give him a desperate look.
“On the couch,” he whispered with a smile. She followed him to the couch. He laid on the couch and held up his arms. She climbed on top and melted against him, quickly repositioning her pussy and sliding down his hard cock. They gasped together. She began riding quickly and roughly, now in command of the situation. William didn’t mind. Megan was on the top of his list, in the little black book. She could have it any way she wanted it.
“Oh yes,” she gasped. She had her head thrown back, facing the ceiling. Her pussy was hot, very hot. He hadn’t felt such heat since… NO! He didn’t want to think about that now. Not now. Why wouldn’t it ever go away? Why had he compared every living woman on Earth, to the beautiful woman in the fog. He dated nobody who didn’t measure up to her standards.
“Oh yes!” Megan screamed, in the throes of orgasm. She clamped her legs tightly against his body and ground her pussy into his pelvis. He waited only a moment before his cock spasmed, spurting cum into her wet, steamy pussy. Megan continued riding until she brought herself to a second orgasm, just seconds before he grew too sensitive to allow movement. He held her in a rigid grip, gritting his teeth. She withered, moving too much for a sensitive cock.
As he waited William enjoyed looking at the slender, sleek form of his favorite girl. Her long brown hair bordered on blonde, due to the hot Florida sun. Her body was darkly tanned, her breasts nearly perfect. He had seen better, but they had been sculpted by a plastic surgeon.
Megan was still moaning in the aftermath of her orgasms. She sat facing the ceiling. Her neck was slender and perfect, the muscles standing out in relief. She finally looked down and smile. She laid on his chest and pulled his head into a fervent kiss. He closed his eyes and accepted her tongue as it entered his mouth. She moaned, pressing her breasts into his hairy chest and rotating to stimulate her nipples. Her cock-filled pussy moved gently.
She was the sexiest living creature William had ever known. She could give herself multiple orgasms, while he sat watching TV. At the moment she was sitting astride his wet and wilted cock, sliding gently in an attempt to bring about a third orgasm. She never quit, never had enough.
Her firm thighs were clamped against his body. Her pussy felt hot, very hot, on his wilted cock. When he opened his eyes, he was looking into a pair of slitted lizard eyes in a red, blotchy face. Her hair moved and undulated like a million snakes. She laughed into his mouth. He felt her tongue extending, filling his mouth, going down his throat. He started chocking and struggling in fear.
William threw the evil being off his body with a great heave. She screamed like an evil hag as she flew across the room into the wall. Her haggish screams turned to the cries of a woman. The face shimmered and returned to that of Megan. She was crying, giving him a hurt, outraged look.
“Why!” she screamed in pain and fury. “Why!” she screamed again. William had no answer.
“You fucking asshole!” she screamed. She grabbed up her clothing from the floor, cursing as she stormed out of his apartment. He knew she would never return. But his mind was on the horror he had seen. He would miss Megan later. He could never explain, even to himself.
“Megan,” he whispered in regret. He slugged the back of the couch three times violently, then wilted in defeat. It would never leave him in peace. This had been the first illusion. It would not be the last, he knew this.
The Southeastern Business Park in Gainseville Florida was small, in comparison to most complexes in the area. Stately pines lined an asphalt parking lot. Fruit trees bordered the parking spaces. Flowers separated the parking lot from the buildings.
Seven domed buildings were connected by a quaint covered walkway. Southeastern Business Park was an exclusive park, housing an insurance agent, a branch of the local bank, and an advertising firm. Last in the row of buildings was Brady & Associates, an architectural firm. In the last window on the right, belonging to Brady & Associates, sat a man on the edge of the desk, staring out the window across the parking lot. His eyes did not see the beautiful trees, flowers, the brown grass waving in the wind, or the crows screaming as they flew from one tree to another. His eyes were focused inward, on a fog which he had seen 17 years earlier.
Why were the visions haunting him now? Why, after all this time, was that night haunting him, ruining his life, trying to destroy him? Life had never been quite the same since that night. Some would call him lucky, he had conclusive proof of an afterlife. But he knew better. Part of him was missing, still trapped in that fog. And the fog wished to devour the rest of him. He knew it. He could feel it. It owned him, body and soul.
“I won’t go back,” William said viciously.
“Bill?” a familiar voice called from behind him.
“Huh? What?” he asked, startled.
“I asked you if you want to join me at the club for lunch. It’s steak and lobster today.”
“No, thanks Philip. Not today.”
“Something bothering you?”
“Yes, I… left something in Louisiana,” William finally said, coming to a decision. “I guess it’s time to go find it.”
“You have about seven years of vacation time coming, take all you need,” Philip said grandly. “Just be back on Monday.”
“I wish I could, but it will take some time to prepare. I can’t go in there cold. Knowledge is power.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Philip looked askance at him.
“Nothing. Just thinking out loud.”
“Hey, Bill, have you got an ex I didn’t know about?”
“Huh? Oh no,” William said, his mind already on other things. “No, not at all. It’s just an old fear I have to conquer.”
“Well good luck. Phobias can be a bitch. See you next week,” he laughed, then waved closing the door behind him.
“I sure hope so,” William muttered. He looked out the window, pulling on his bottom lip. He would start today. No sense in putting it off. He needed to learn all he could about ghosts and evil, and how to defeat them.
“Damned!” he said, remembering Megan’s face. “Dam, dam, dam,” he cried, slamming his fist down on the desk.
William turned North on highway 51. This time he was surprised to find that everything was different. A McDonalds, KFC, and Wendy’s shared space with a Holiday Inn and four gas stations. He ignored them all, heading North toward Hammond. The swamp looked less hostile in the daytime. He had no doubt that it was filled with poisonous spiders and snakes, and of course the ever-present alligators. But, these were natural enemies. He feared the supernatural. He studied the swamp until he spotted the shell station far ahead.
“Hammond had become an unbelievable metropolis. Even the Shell Station had changed. It was now a modern mini- mart without the previous garage. Hammond was more than ten times it’s previous size. As he passed through the town he recognized the all-night diner. It had been turned into a Denny’s at some time in the past. It was almost unchanged, except for the new siding and a new sign. A modern truck stop had gone in next door, dramatically reducing its popularity.
He climbed out of his Navigator and activated the alarm. Stretching before he entered the diner, a 2,000 year old amulet pulled out of his shirt, hanging by it’s chain on his chest. He quickly shoved it back inside, but not before several occupants has seen it.
“Nice jewelry,” the waitress said, while leading him to a table.
“It protects me from nosy people.”
“Good luck with that,” she snorted.
“Are there many nosy people around here?” he asked.
“Hundreds, and not all of them are residents.”
“Such as???”
“Now who’s nosy? What would you like?” she asked as she handed him a menu.
“What can I get that hasn’t been frozen?”
“Breakfast,” she said with a knowing smile. Not many people caught on to the fact that they warmed up TV dinner style meals and dumped them on a plate.
“Coffee, bacon, eggs, and toast. Over easy and white,” he said, anticipating her questions. She smiled and left. He looked out across what had been the park, 17 years before, now it was apartments. She returned with his coffee. She leaned against him with a slender hip, as she filled his cup. He gave her a winning smile. She was extremely young and fuckable. He wouldn’t mind a little diversion. She wasn’t up to Megan’s standards, but her southern accent more than made up for it.
“Been working here long?” he asked.
“Six long hours,” she gasped.
“No, I meant in years?”
“Naw, I just started two months ago.”
“Who has worked here the longest?” he asked, looking around.
“Millie. She’s been here since ’83.”
“Really?” he asked in sudden interest. “Is she here?”
“No, she’s on the midnight shift. Why, did you lose something?”
“So to speak,” he nodded.
“You’re not going to get weird on me, are you?”
“What?” he asked with a chuckle.
“You know, weird. As in ghost, devils, and UFO’s?”
“Why, have other’s asked questions?”
“Are you a reporter?”
“No, I’m an architect. I specialize in designing bridges.”
“Well there are plenty of bridges around here,” she said, still leaning against him. He lowered his hand and touched her leg, just below the knee. She didn’t move or cry out.
“If you’ve been working for six hours, you must get off soon,” he said in a low voice.
“One hour and 53 minutes,” she whispered in return.
“Is there a hotel around here?”
“Boy, you work fast.”
“No, I need a place to stay,” he turned red in embarassment.
“I don’t mind. Sure, about a mile on down,” she nodded past the truck stop.
“Can you show me?”
“You betcha. Just take your time over your coffee,” she said with a youthful smile. William was thrilled. He loved making new conquests, especially with girls 20 years younger than himself. But a nagging worry bothered him. His thoughts returned to Megan. He licked his dry lips, while following the waitress with his eyes. Why worry, it couldn’t happen again? His heart raced as he looked at the sexy legs beneath her ridiculous striped dress. Her pony tail swayed behind her when she hurried from one table to another.
What a girl, he thought to himself. He loved country girls, they were so… clean, refreshing. City girls went home after work, put on a pound of makeup, a bushel of clothes, and a load of bull. He had seen the same act, the same routine, as if each girl had rehearsed it out of some play book. Sure, there were some variations, but nothing new. He had seen it all. There were two primary acts, the black females who did a lot of head shaking and pointing, and the white females who did a lot of hair flipping and mysterious looks. Of course there were so-called strong females who tried to act like a man, and were just as desirable as one. They stood tall for women’s rights. Hell, women had more rights than men already.
“Hey, are you in there?” the waitress said, holding a pot of coffee in front of his face. She stood in front of William, looking down at him in concern.
“Sorry, I was thinking.”
“You want more coffee?” she asked, looking from his full plates, to his empty cup.
“Yeah, sure,” he said, glance at her name tag. “Jane”, it read. She filled his cup, winked and left. That was refreshing, he thought, no hair flip, no pretense, just coffee and a wink. Kind of like Santa.
The end of her shift came swiftly. William followed Jane home.
William helped take off her ridiculous dress.
“How can they make you wear those?”
“They say wear them or walk. Jobs are scarce, and most jobs in the country are for life. That’s why Millie is still there.”
“Oh yeah, I have to speak with her.”
“Well we’ve got 8 hours,” she said brightly.
“I hope it’s enough,” he laughed, pushing her back on the bed. She fell with a giggle. Her underwear was all white, it made her look virginal.
Her long black hair was spread out on the bed around her. Her firm, meaty legs were open and lifted. He pressed a hand over her cone-shaped breast.
“My god, you’re beautiful,” he said quietly. He meant it. She was so young it hurt, and he had come to realize that youth alone was beautiful.
“You must have seen plenty of pretty girls in Florida.”
“Sure. How’s that song go? You can comb my hair, undress me everywhere? That applies to most of the girls I’ve known back home. They are plastic. Plastic faces, fake blonde hair, plastic breasts. They all look the same.”
“God, it can’t be that bad,” she laughed.
“Just about. Take off your underwear,” he urged.
“You too, this ain’t a free show.”
“Agreed,” he said, undressing quickly. He watched her breasts as they appeared. Creamy white with pink, almost invisible areolas, and tiny little nipples. She was so young, he almost expected large, puffy nipples. He leaned down and captured one nipple in his lips, as he finished pulling off his pants and socks.
Jane slid out of her panties. He stopped and looked at her slightly hairy abdomen above a small clam-like pussy. He shook his head in wonder. Exquisite! Normally, he didn’t like a hairy pussy, but she was just hairy enough to make it look sexy. Her pussy was small and girlish. Very desirable.
He again captured her right nipple with his lips and sucked. His right hand snaked across her body and tweaked her left nipple, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her sweet red lips.
William decided to take it one step at a time. He would not fall for the illusion if it occurred again. He sucked gently, while his hand went down to her pussy. She moaned, arching her back, pushing her pussy against his hand. He watched, mesmerized by the changing emotions on her face, and wary of the return of an illusion. Would he ever trust his senses again?
William broke contact with Jane’s right nipple. He looked down at her sexy, compact body and shuddered. She was so young, so damned fresh and sexy. He didn’t deserve such pleasure. Scrambling backwards, he made his way beside her and dropped his mouth to her gentle mound. Pushing her leg aside to make more room, he gave her pussy a full-lipped kiss. She sighed and lifted her womanhood to meet his mouth. He sucked and tongued her young flesh urgently, wishing that he could crawl right up inside her and fuck her from the inside out. His tongue and mouth had her moaning and thrashing on the bed.
William stopped and rolled her over on her stomach.
“No, my turn,” Jane gasped, sitting up and pushing him down.”
“But I was just…”
“Too damned slow,” she said in his face. She leaned down and kissed him while she backed against his penis. Her pussy moved, trying to enfold his cock, slide it into her steamy depths. His eyes opened in horror. This is what Megan did before…
“What’s the matter, don’t you like girls?” she asked, looking down at his half-wilted cock.
“Oh God yes, I love girls. And you are one of the hottest girls I have done in a long time, it’s just…” he stopped, seeing the warning look in her eyes. He needed to think up a lie, and do it fast.
“I have to take a piss,” he said.
“Ok, I’ll put it on hold,” she said, rolling off his body. “That way,” she pointed with a dramatic “queen of the nile” pose. He followed her pointing finger, which rested on her bent knee, and saw three doors. He found the bathroom behind the last door.
He did piss, then stood looking in the mirror. Did he really know the man looking back at him? Was he the man he thought he was? He reached down and held the amulet, which was supposed to protect him from evil. What evil, new evil, old evil, the pit of hell kind of evil? In his car he had crosses reputed to be blessed by saints, holy water, chants and prayers, and even a voodoo object or two. With all that protection, he should be able to have sex undisturbed. It was his mind plaguing him now, not the evil.
“Get a grip,” he whispered to the face in the mirror. He washed his face and hands, then turned to find Jane standing in the doorway.
“You are one of them, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” he reluctantly admitted.
“When?”
“Seventeen years ago.”
“So that’s why you want to see Millie?”
“Yeah,” he said, leaning against the sink. He stared at her naked body and felt himself hardening again. She was small, compact and muscular.
“Is that why you are here? To confront that thing?”
“It is,” he admitted. “It’s ruining my life.”
“You aren’t the first, and probably won’t be the last. They all disappear, you know.”
“All? A lot of men?”
“Men, women, boys and girls. They never come back. That’s why I was hoping…” she turned away before she burst into tears. He started forward, but she turned back with a straight face and a brave smile.
“Well at least that still works,” she giggled as she pointed. He looked down to see his cock rock hard, swaying as he took a step.
“What is it?” she asked forcefully. “What makes a man so crazy that he has to come back, but so embarrassed that he can’t talk about it, and so excited that it gives him a hard-on?”
“Evil, sex, depravity, and suffering. Sadistic visions, perverted sex acts, all playing on your most basic of emotions, guilt,” he said, thinking as he talked. “Do you know what it is?”
“Some people call it the Collection, others call it Masey’s Apparition. Whatever you call it, it’s evil. I know there was a clan of people who lived off the swamps here almost two hundred years ago. I think Masey was the old woman who ran the clan. I guess they were all killed. Supposedly thirty some people disappeared in one night. Somebody said a French pirate used to live around here long before that. He and his crew disappeared too. It was all blamed on Indians, but maybe that thing killed them.”
“It could be. I got the impression that it was old, very old. Maybe since the creation of the Earth.”
“The locals never use that highway at night. Some people wanted the road closed down, but too many people wanted the business it brings in. The town would die without it. Other’s wanted to post warning signs, or close the highway at night, but they were laughed out of the meeting. So it stays the way it is.”
“And people die,” William said thoughtfully.
“Can you finish what you started?” she asked, looking down at his hard cock and licking her lips.
“I’ll try. I seem to be prone to hallucinations. I hurt the last girl because of them.”
“I’ll take my chances. I need a good fuck. I could tie you to the bed,” she said playfully.
“Like hell,” he said, hugging her close, then capturing a breast in his hand. They walked back to the bedroom that way. They fell on the bed in the middle of a kiss. When William fearfully opened his eyes he saw only Jane laying before him.
“Lay on your back and bend your legs,” he said, positioning her on the big bed.
“Why?”
“You’ll see. It’s a great position.”
William slid inside her bent knees and touched her pussy with his cock. She whimpered in delight. By moving slightly and pushing, she inserted his cock into her eager pussy. She rode gently against his cock, pushing her ass toward him while relaxing on her back. William reached out and captured a breast, from where he laid beneath her. She smiled and closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations.
William pumped his pelvis to meet her impatient pussy. The slick sound of his cock sliding in and out was noisy in the quiet room. Her moans were rhythmic and pleasant. William looked over her compact, sexy body and suddenly felt good, very good. He had been pursuing women for the past 17 years. In each and every case he found each woman to be unique, fascinating, and beautiful in her own way. There was nothing wrong about sex, nothing evil or foreboding. It was a part of nature. It was a part that William enjoyed very much.
“Oh yes,” Jane panted, growing hotter. William stopped moving. He allowed Jane to become desperate for a moment, then begin rubbing her pussy up and down over his impaling cock. He knew she was receiving and entirely new set of sensations. His long cock was now churning her hot cunt flesh like a stick in butter. The position allowed his cock to extend well up inside her pussy. He could occasionally feel her cervix strike the end of his cock. In each case Jane stiffened and hissed at the pain and stimulation it caused. She was getting hot, real hot.
William’s motives were self-centered. He wanted Jane to bring herself off in such a manner, because it generated less sensation in his own penis. He knew that she would come first, then finish him with her mouth. This is what William wanted, to see that sexy mouth sucking on his juice-coated cock. It was so erotic. He knew that any woman who would suck her own juice off a cock, was a potential lesbian. And William was fascinated by lesbians. Most men were.
“Oh… oh God,” Jane gasped, humping faster. Her breasts jiggled nicely. William again captured her left breast in his hand and rotated her nipple with his thumb. She hissed in pleasure, grabbed his hand and sucked his index finger into her mouth. She the released it and mashed her own breasts in her hands.
“Oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhh!” Jane screamed, stiffening with her back arched, her pussy grinding against his cock. He continued stimulating her breast, as he carefully watched her face. It was twisted and ugly, but thankfully this was due to her intense orgasm. She sat up explosively, grabbing his hip and pulling her pussy tightly against it. He leaned forward and captured her nipple in his lips. He sucked like a starving infant. She grabbed his head and held it to her chest. Slowly she relaxed. She gave out an exhausted sigh and fell back on the bed, with her hand still on his head.
“That was wonderful,” she sighed. “But you didn’t come.”
“You noticed?”
“Let me finish you,” she easily said the words that William loved so much. He rolled over on his back and opened his legs. She rolled between them and took his hard cock into her hand. She pumped it for a moment, then dropped her lips over the end. She sucked and licked for a moment, then sank her mouth well down on his shaft.
William gasped in delight. Her lips were so hot, so soft on the shaft of his cock. Through a vast amount of experience, he had learned that a black woman had the softest lips of all and invariably rated number one on his blowjob list, but any lips could feel heavenly when you badly needed an orgasm.
“You sweet little cocksucker,” he gasped, holding her head in his hands. “I love southern girls,” he cried happily, tipping his head back and looking at the ceiling.
“I’m glad,” a sweet southern voice said, chilling him to the bone. He fearfully dropped his eyes to Jane, but it was no longer Jane sucking his cock, it was the beautiful woman from the fog.
“Do not fear,” she gasped, before licking the head of his cock. “I am congenial, sir,” she before taking his cock into her mouth. She rose and sank several times, before her beautiful blue eyes looked up into his. “I have missed this,” she said with a note of sadness in her voice.
“You’re a ghost!” William squealed.
“So?”
William was at a loss. What could he say to that?
“I have a ghost sucking my cock,” he said emphatically.
“And?”
“You, you, you…” he gasped in confused concern, then closed his eyes in pleasure. Her ghostly lips sank over his long shaft with just the right amount of pressure and suction. She was good, much better than Jane.
“Let me finish this, then we can talk,” she said, lifting her body slightly so she could sink his entire shaft down her throat. He watched apprehensively as the entire length of his shaft disappeared into her mouth. Would she bite the damned thing off? Damned, she was good.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured. Her eyes smiled into his, but she continued his blowjob uninterrupted. He felt the fire building. The pressure intensified in his balls. He clenched his ass muscles and waited. He knew he was close. How would she handle his orgasm? After all, she was a ghost, he thought with a shiver running up his spine. Would his cum simply shoot through the back of her head? No, she was using the body of Jane. What would Jane remember?
“Oh God,” he said, reaching out to hold her head in his hand. He quickly jerked his hand back. Her warm smile heartened him. He bravely reached out again and firmly planted his hand on the top of her head. The illusion was so good, that he could see his hand ruffling her hair. He reached out and touched her cheek. It was warm and soft.
“Oh fuck,” he screamed. His balls clenched, then released their load into her willing mouth. She sucked frantically, drinking every little spurt and trickle, then more calmly as he slowed, then stopped. She milked his cock with her slender white hand, while sucking on the end to drain it. Slowly she released it and sat up.
“Ghost or not, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever fucked,” he whispered, as if afraid of waking up Jane. He saw her flinch at his words.
“Please, sir, do not be crude.”
“Pardon?” he asked, really confused.
“Do not use crude words to describe a wonderful deed. It was a very pleasant intercourse.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“Noted,” she said with a smile and a nod.
“Who are you?”
“I was Elizabeth Agnes Attenborough. I died in 1845 during an Indian attack. I can not remember the exact means of my demise, but I believe my husband killed me from behind to spare me the horrors of rape and torture. Little did he know…” she trailed off, a look of pain crossed her face.
“Damned,” he said. He saw her flinch again. He held up a hand in apology. “So why are you here? Why are you still around? A woman like you should have gone straight to heaven.”
“I am being held in this place by a force you can not understand. It is an ancient force, a living thing composed of many dead beings. I have heard it is composed of pure energy, but I would not know. It attracts and captures souls. You, sir, can release me. Of all the men who have tried, you are the only one who has a chance to succeed.”
“Me, I’m nobody.”
“You have an aura and strength which it fears, but at the same time it is enchanted by you. You seem to fascinate it, it wants to possess you.”
“Oh, wonderful.”
She nodded in agreement, misunderstanding his sarcasm.
“I have to face it,” he admitted.
“I know. It retains a piece of you, just as it retains all of me. Thanks to that piece of you, there is a ghost of you in the collection. Just as I am a ghost in your reality, you are a ghost in mine. I have grown to like you, even though we have never really met.”
“You are making my head hurt,” William said, holding his hands to his head.
“I am sorry. I must go now. I will first advise you. Go to meet the collection with strength. Have a priest bless you. Take your charms and magic, since you believe so strongly in them. But it is you who can defeat it. Not your body the person you are on the inside. I will help all I can,” she added as she faded out.
“Hey, where do I go?” he asked.
“What?” Jane asked in confusion. She looked down at his deflated cock, then looked around the empty room in fear and confusion.
“Who are you talking too?”
“Elizabeth Agnes Attenborough.”
“Is that a fucking joke?” she asked, blinking.
“I wish it was. I have to go,” William said, standing and stepping into his clothes.
“That’s it? Wham, bam, fuck you ma’am?”
“Unless you want to come along.”
“Where?” she asked, then flinched when he gave her a steady stare.
“No thanks. I’ll just chill out here. Call me if you live through it.”
“I will,” he promised.

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Skyscraper Spy Sex

Nigel is in the middle of a covert mission that ends up flying high in the throughs of passion. Any and all feedback appreciated – it’s been a while since I wrote!

Under The Weirwood Tree

In an alternate Westeros, where the Northern kingdoms have allied with the Wildling forces beyond the wall in the united hope of defeating the oncoming tide of the White Walkers, before King Robert journeys across the greater part of the wild lands to appoint Ned Stark as his new Hand, we find Ned’s sons, Rob and Jon, caught up in the whims and wiles of an entrancing wildling girl who wishes to see a Weirwood Tree.

Modern Mage Chapter 19

I woke up late in the morning with Sindee’s petite frame still pressed into my chest with our left hands intertwined. The feeling of joy and peace was still with me and I would have stayed in bed like that forever if it were possible. I refused to get up while she still slept. Her hair felt like silk rubbing between our bodies. The warmth of her body against mine filled me with wonder just knowing that she was mine and I hers bound by love and Magick. I knew realistically we couldn’t stay like this for eternity, but I was willing to lie here all day to preserve this moment. Once we got up again I’d have to get back to preventing the new possible future I had envisioned. My desire to protect humanity as I have chosen to aside, Sindee needed to be protected from what I’d seen as well. While she is becoming a powerful mage in her own right and will soon be more than capable of aiding in my goals I will protect her with every power and ability I have until my last breath. I continued to lie with her and watch her sleep.
Sindee’s breathing changed and her pulse increased a few min later. She started to move and rolled onto her where we could see one another. Her gaze sought out and focused on mine, a sleepy smile spread across her lips. I leaned down, gently caressing her lips with my one once, then again and a third time. When I kissed her the third time she reached up with her free hand, pulling my head down towards her and deepened the kiss. This amazing woman took my breath away simply by being here with me. I brushed her cheek with my right hand, slowly and gently brushing it along her skin; moving it down her neck, over her shoulder brushing down her ribs until I reached her hip. I pulled her closer to me, pressing our bodies together. As we continued to share our bodies, the Magick we both contained within us reach out for the other. We came together mind, body and soul; becoming one being instead of two. Everything beyond the two of us ceased to matter for a time. All that existed was emotion and pleasure; even time stopped as we lived an eternity in that moment.
When we were finally ready to start the day, we showered and dressed for a casual day. Sindee still had another few days before she was scheduled for work and while we were more than financially secure, she enjoyed her work helping people. I wouldn’t change anything about her as she was the other half of me. I had heard people speak of soul mates and other such poetic expressions regarding love. As much as I had been in love with Sindee and knew life was pointless without her, I never understood the truly profound effect of a true soul mate. As we went on through the day I continued to sense her presence, knew when she was focused on me. She seemed to do the same because whenever I looked at her she would lift her head and smile at me. She would laugh when she caught me staring at her and smile when I caught her doing the same. As new and strange as it was, I hoped that the newness and wonder never faded.
We made breakfast together, working as though we were one being instead of individuals. I didn’t feel awkward or weird because as attuned as we were to each other we still were individuals with our own thoughts and feelings. I just seemed that we were part of each other as well. After breakfast we headed out to make the rounds, visiting friends we hadn’t seen since the wedding and our honeymoon.
We stopped by the Existence late in the afternoon as our dated started late and visits were enjoyable, we didn’t want to leave even though we had other people to see. As it was still early the bar and club weren’t packed and there was no line. We walked into to see Arthur at his usual table, chatting with Jaq as they shared a meal. Arthur looked up as we entered and waved us over. As we neared the table they both stood to greet us even though we had seen them only two days ago when we arrived back from the honeymoon.
Arthur stepped forward, took my hand in has and pulled me into that half hand shake half hug between guys. As he pulled me in tight I felt a slight flare of Magick between us; he jump slightly as though surprised when this occurred. Arthur stepped back and looked me over, then directed his gaze to Sindee and she and Jaq were in a friendly embrace. Turning back to face me his eyes lit up and tears seemed to from in them; beyond the emotion in his eyes he betrayed nothing. He and Jaq switched places embracing us both fully.
We moved to sit down, Arthur pulling out Jaq’s chair as I did the same for Sindee. While it may seem old fashioned to some, chivalry is a lost art that should be fostered in the world and not ridiculed. We were barely seated when dinner for four was served with a bottle of wine that complemented the meal perfectly. Arthur may have been surprised by something but it wasn’t the timing of our arrival. I decided right then that I would someday get a straight answer from Arthur about what he really was. The last time I asked he said “I used to be a Mage, now I am something else.” I may want to know what that is someday; however, I am content to know that he is a friend and ally. Dinner conversation consisted of nothing more that the trivialities of everyday life, our honeymoon and Jaq and Arthur’s social life while we were gone.
After the meal and dessert we spent the evening dancing in the club. Arthur had taken the night off in the sense he may have been in the club but anything short of an emergency would be handles by Sam or Elayna. After the previous day, this had been a much needed respite along with being the first relatively ‘normal’ day Sindee and I had shared in some time. By the end of the evening, we were still sensing each other and Sindee caught me staring at her like a love struck teenager many time causing her to laugh. The behavior didn’t go unnoticed by Jaq or Arthur either.
As the night wound down Arthur invited us all up to his place over the club to relax and to spend the night. As we had been drinks, dancing and celebrating we took him up on the offer and closed off a perfect day with drinks and company in front of a fire in his place. Arthur sat on the love seat with Jaq beside him, her feet curled up under her as she leaned into his side with his arm wrapped around her shoulder. Sindee and I were in a similarly comfortable pose on the couch.
I looked them both over, “I’m glad to see how close the two of you have become. I’ve seen you in social settings, but never more comfortable than you seem to be now.” A grin spread across my face at the smiles they wore.
“I owe you a debt Andrew. If you hadn’t made the impression of Jacqueline that you did we most likely would have been in this city and never met. I can’t repay you for that,” I had never heard the amount of emotion in Arthur’s voice before. He sounded as though the weight of the world had been removed from his shoulders.
Before I could reply, Jaq spoke up, “We owe you that debt Andrew, as well as to you Sindee. “ She looked directly at Sindee, “After meeting Andrew, I wanted him almost immediately. He had a quiet confidence and strength under the young exterior that is attractive as you well know. If you hadn’t had his heart from the time you both met he may not have run abruptly as he had. It was his desire to get back to you by making sure things happened as they should that made him disappear, prompting my search. When I arrived and saw the love he had for you, I understood more about him. I wouldn’t have met any of you if it weren’t for the love you two share. From that I met Arthur,” she placed her hand on his thigh and leaned in to kiss him. “That meeting has opened my eyes and brought me a happiness I didn’t know could exist between two people before seeing you and Andrew together.”
I didn’t have a voice to speak from the emotion in her words and in her voice. Sindee was much better than me with words and replied softly, “You helped Andrew when he landed in a small town as a man out of time. You made sure he was taken care of for the few days he was there, ensuring that he could get back to me. He told me of the kiss and I was a little jealous; and extremely proud at the same time. I first met the sixteen year old Andrew after you met the man I had come to know. He was a patient who had gone into a coma after the trauma of losing his family. I had read not just the new articles, but also the police reports and anything else I could get my hands on. His brother has even told me first-hand what he remembered from that night. Andrew had tried to save his family from what, at the time, was a serial killer. His heroism at such a young age drove me to work harder to help people instead of going into medical research like my parents. If I hadn’t taken that path I would never have met him again the night he arrived in Las Vegas for the first time. If you hadn’t taken care of the man I came to know when he arrived in your town and what happened had been changed I wouldn’t have met him either. So as far as I’m concerned there is no debt and no jealousy, just mutual gratitude. Andrew and Arthur though similar are each one of a kind and need someone who is a match for them. After Ander told me the little her knew about you from your conversations and time together I had hoped that you and Arthur would find what Andrew and I share together. I am just happy to see that my hopes were not in vain.”
Very few times in my life have I been stunned totally speechless, but in that moment there were no words to convey the emotions I was feeling. From the looks on Arthur and Jaq’s faces, I think they were in the same boat I was. I dropped all the mental barriers or shields between Sindee and I and just let the raw, unaltered emotion flow between us. Sindee moved in closer to me and responded by doing the same.
Jaq had tears slowly running down her cheeks and the emotion in her voice was indescribable when she replied, “Sindee, I can now more than ever what captured Andrew. Thank you for sharing that with us.”
Arthur, like me, seemed unable to speak past the emotional lump in his throat and simply pulled Jaq closer to him. We sat like that for a few minutes before any of us were able to speak of anything. As we sat there speaking the level or quintessential energy continued to grow. This isn’t an unusual occurrence when several mages gather together for long periods of time as we attract strange and powerful things all of the time. It’s one of the reasons that Mages exists in the first place. If the people who had the potential to awaken in the first place didn’t attract an Avatar to them there would be no awakening. Quintessence, or raw Magick energy, exists in the world as all energy does. Everything has some of this energy and it is produced continuously. It is possible to strip objects, spirits and even people of quintessence but it is a brutal destructive act and most Mages won’t do it unless an emergency happens. Of those that do it even then most try to stick to objects as the act can kill a living thing. I won’t even train a Mage in this ability until they understand the fundamental nature of Magick. As the evening continued none of us tired and the additional energy continued to be converted for us. While this was unusual, it wasn’t unheard of. Around three or four in the morning we all decided to retire for the night and sleep a few hours for the next day.
Arthur had a spare room Sindee and me as well as a change of clothes for the morning. We got ready for bed and curled into each other falling asleep almost instantly now that we were no longer sitting in the room with all the energy. We were both content and happy being together anywhere. Nothing struck as strange about that night until about an hour later when I suddenly woke sitting straight up and a pulse of Magick flowed through the entire building. Sindee was sitting up next to me at the same moment as our eyes locked together. It hit me right then that while there were four of us sitting in the room, only three of us had Avatars to pull in the energy. Jaq had as much energy as the rest of us. I jumped out of the bed and threw on a robe before leaving the room. Sindee did the same and came out right on my heels.
We both ran for Arthur’s bedroom door as we felt the pulse of Magick and were concerned for both of them. As we got to the door Arthur was pulling it open; he took one look at Sindee and I in the hall and pulled us into the room. I have mentioned in the past that Awakenings were different for everyone. While mine was an explosive event caused by my need and desire to protect my family and stop the monster trying to kill my family, and Sindee’s was emotional caused by the trauma of seeing me dying and refusing to let me go; they were not the only way that awakening occur. Awakenings can be simple epiphanies about the nature of the world and what is possible, as many awakened as there are there are that many ways for it to happen. I can only guess at why Jaq awakened and how it occurred, but after talking it over with Arthur at a later time he agreed with my line of thinking. Jaq whose exposure to the Supernatural started of slowly with meeting me and putting together the clues to track me down began to understand that there were things that she couldn’t explain in the world. As a cop and then Federal Agent she had seen more than her fair share of these things in her career. She had tracked me down and seen the impossible without her mind breaking and refusing to see the truth. Since then she has spent more and more time around very powerful supernatural beings including two Mages and whatever Arthur was.
That night, the four of us spent the entire afternoon and most of the night together. We spoke of what happened to my family in a way we hadn’t before. Sindee’s explanation of how if it weren’t for both of their actions, neither of them would have met me as the man I am. The emotions and energy we were enveloped in during all of this was raw Magick and would draw all kinds of spirits and extra-planar beings to our gathering. After we finally laid down to rest, her subconscious mind would have continued to work on understanding everything that had happened and been discussed. Sometime during the night her mind must have come to some understanding of what happened that brought the four of us to this place, this night through a series of unexplainable events. She had an epiphany giving her the potential to become an awakened. As the energy had been there from out gathering there were spirits with the potential to be Avatars there as well. When you combine her potential with the availability of an Avatar you get a Mage.
While her Awakening was a good thing it also brought with it some concerns. Mages for the most part are rare. The fact that both Sindee and Jaq had connections to me and through me to Arthur and the fact that both awakening had occurred with me in the vicinity had me worrying about the implications for the futures I have seen so far. For the most part Mages do awaken near someone who will know what they are and can teach them how to use their new abilities. Having two new Mages awaken within such a small social group and in such short a period of time was something I hadn’t heard of before. While I wanted to believe it was for the better and that Arthur deserved the kind of happiness it would bring him, I was still concerned. Arthur could have extended Jaq’s life with Magick but using it on a mortal would present problems over time. The mind ages no matter what it done to the body of someone mortal. Mages can extend their lives indefinitely because of the changes made to the mind as part of an awakening. While my concerns for the future were more than valid, there was nothing I could do about them that night; and this was a welcome change. While none of us had slept for more than an hour the residual energy from her awakening and our own excitement of this change more than made up for the lack of sleep.
Sindee and I ran back to the house to get our tent and a few camping supplies as well as a couple days clothes together. I packed a few items that I used for teaching Sindee and others that Arthur planned to send my way to take with us. Once we got back to Arthur’s and parked the car had finished loading an SUV that he kept there, transferring the camping gear from our car to it. We all hopped in and headed out of town, just the four of us. Arthur told us he had left a note for Sam leaving her in charge for a few days and not giving her our destination. He said if he woke her up or gave the destination that George at the very least would be heading our way. Jaq, Sindee and I laughed at him for ‘sneaking out’ like that for a few minutes. When the laughter faded he explained that Sam is a little over protective and he can’t wait until she hears about Jaq. I laughed at the idea of a US Marshall being escorted or followed everywhere by someone like George. Jaq laughed until she realized that it was a distinct possibility as she had gotten to know Sam and her loyalty to Arthur while not in any way romantic was total and devout.
We took a drive out into the mountains of Wyoming avoiding the area near the cabin and Jaq’s home town as many questions would be asked that we didn’t have answers to. We picked up food, water and other items at a store before heading up into the mountains themselves. Once we parked the SUV, we spent the rest of that first day hiking as far from civilization as we could get. We finally settled on a campsite late in the evening and set up. After a good rest we woke in the early morning. We traveled out here for privacy so we could work with Jaq exclusively while hiding the fact that she’s a Mage from everyone for the time being. The reasons behind it were varied; primarily for her protection from what we faced. As we hiked and discussed this, Arthur stated that by hiding that she is a Mage will give us another surprise to interrupt the Naphandi’s plans. While I was viewing the possible futures and fighting to change them, he may not be aware of my visions in the here and now. The longer we can keep them and any other secrets from him the better for us and everyone else.
We spent three days doing nothing but work with and train Jaq using magick to give us additional time and energy to just keep going. In those three days we packed in at least a month’s worth of training. Jaq was an exceptional student and adapted to new information quickly. Sindee taught her about Life Magick, focusing on how to heal herself and enhance her physical abilities when needed. Arthur taught her about Prime, the control of Magick itself including how to counter all types of spells and how to shift the backlash when possible. We all spent time learning from one another as we trained Jaq and shared information. I worked with Jaq with a focus on Time and Entropy Magicks as having the ability to alter or control chance and probability and the ability to accelerate your body and slow enemies can be useful in her line of work. The most important thing we stressed in the training was how to blend your spells into reality as seamlessly as possible. The greatest secret of all types of magic, and more so the Magick of Mages is that while most people don’t believe in it, they will accept coincidence as a matter of course.
We headed back to Las Vegas with a stop in Wolf Creek. Jaq wanted to introduce Arthur to her mother as well as Sindee and I. Since it had been a few days and I hadn’t bothered shaving the slight change to my features was enough to mask the fact that I hadn’t aged. We ate a nice home cooked meal for lunch once we stopped. I had liked Jaq’s mother before and her open friendly manner was still the same as before. She took to Arthur quickly when she saw the way the Jaq and he looked at one another. She was gracious when we gave her brief and simple explanation of my disappearance by not asking for details. As a cops mother I figure she knew something wasn’t being said, but accepted that it didn’t need to be. She simply adored Sindee and threatened to adopt her so Jaq would have a sister. After too short a visit we got back on the road headed back to Las Vegas and Arthur’s confrontation with a pissed of Vampire.
We all knew that while Sam was utterly loyal and wouldn’t harm Arthur for all the power in the world, she had a temper that made the devil quake in fear. I told Arthur to ensure that we arrived during the daylight so that we could avoid her wrath until Sindee and I got out of there. He looked at me like I was throwing him under the bus and I said, “Arthur, you of all people know that discretion is the better part of valor. It’s not fear… Okay, it’s not only fear but prudence that has me wanting to avoid her temper.”
Arthur burst out laughing for a few minutes as we got closer to the city before replying, “Andrew, you are an intelligent mage, but you’ve missed something obvious in all the times we’ve worked together and visited.”
I sure a look of confusion crossed my features and I tried to think back and see in my memory what I missed in the first place. While I was searching my memory Sindee gasped and started a quiet laughter. I guessed that she figured out whatever it was I had missed and the laughter was at my expense. When Jaq started laughing as well, I knew it was at me. I finally spoke up, “I know I am missing something that should be readily apparent to me and I’m going to feel dumb in a moment but what am I missing?”
Before Arthur or Jaq said anything Sindee asked, “What time was our wedding ceremony?”
That was obvious to me as I would never forget the image of Sindee walking in from the front doors of the church. The sunlight shining in her hair and sparking of the jewelry making her eyes stand out more than ever as the cool grey color reflected the glint from the gemstones. “Is started at noon and the sun’s light was pale compared to your beauty to the point where Marcus had to poke me in the back and remind me to breath.”
Sindee smiled at me and laughed again. Jaq was also laughing only more and harder now. I knew I was going to be the fool here in a few minutes but I did it to myself by missing the obvious. Sindee got enough control to speak again, “While the compliment is appreciated, it has distracted you and not me from the topic at hand.” I blushed as she poked fun at me. I wasn’t upset, far from it really. I just couldn’t get over the embarrassment of being this oblivious. She asked her next question between giggles, “And where was Sam at during the ceremony?”
Easy question, easy answer. “Obviously right where she belonged with the other bridesmaids standing across from the groomsmen,” I quickly replied. At this point all three of them were laughing so hard that Arthur had to pull over to the shoulder and put the car in park. I still hadn’t gotten what it was I was missing. It was going to be a long time before I would ever live this down.
Sindee was smiling in gleeful and mischievous delight when she asked the next question, “And how did she get to the ceremony so that she could stand with the other bridesmaids?”
“She rode to the ceremony with you and the other bridesmaids around ten in the morning to make sure you all had plenty of time to complete your makeup and other preparations before ……” I trailed off there when my brain finally caught up why everyone was laughing at me. I completely deserved the laughter, more so because I had always been a devil in the details kind of person and it took me this long to notice the blindingly obvious. I hung my head for a few minutes during which Arthur got the car back onto the road.
Arthur looked into the rearview mirror to catch my gaze when I finally life my head back up. “Now that you’re caught up Andrew I’ll explain it better. Yes, Sam is a Vampire. Yes, the sun is dangerous and deadly to most Vampires. Sam is one of very few Vampires that are usually called a Daywalker. She is as different from the other Daywalkers as you are from a hedge wizard however. Sam moved beyond being a normal Vampire around the same time I became more than a Mage. It is not time for you to know anything else about either of our unique statuses as they have nothing to do with the Ascension War or the Nephandi you’re fighting. The good news about that is he knows nothing of what we are, as that is a secret held only by my inner circle of friends. You and Sindee are both becoming part of the inner circle as well. While I count you among it, it is for both our wars that I don’t explain anything else as secrets once spoken can be heard by those who were not meant to have them.”
Quiet reigned in the car for a few minutes before he spoke again, “Besides, if you think I would let you sneak off and avoid any of the blame while I faced the Wrath of Sam alone you got another thing coming.” He laughed, “At least she likes Jaq and Sindee so we should be safe from any harm that would deprive them of us for any amount of time.”
Sindee and I both laughed at that statement before I spoke up, “Arthur, you’re missing the obvious now.”
Arthur looked perplexed then just asked, “What is it you think that I’m missing?”
Sindee spoke up while I laughed, “Sam knows that I’m an accomplished and well trained Doctor along with being, and I believe the words you used were, ‘an exceptionally talented and powerful Life Mage’ Arthur.”
The look that crossed Arthur’s face at that moment was priceless; right up until the thought crossed my mind that my head was back on the chopping block with his. Arthur watched as the emotions flitted across my features before speaking up, “Not so funny when we think about it now. Perhaps we can go to your place for a day or two?” he asked.
Sindee and Jaq both answered at the same time, “NO!” and that was the end of that idea. Arthur and I dragged them out to the mountains so we were going to take out punishment from a Vampire like the men we were, or else.
We pulled into the spot at the top of the parking garage just a night fell over the valley. Sam was at the SUV and opening the doors for everyone before we even saw her coming. The emotions playing over her features were many and varied with a lot of them reflecting anger and concern. She checked Arthur over for any injuries before moving onto Jaq and Sindee finishing up with me. Arthur and I are both relative large and physically well-built men. Within seconds after she finished her inspection of us for injuries Sam grabbed Arthur and I both by the backs of our necks one handed and carried us that way into the common room above the club. I was too frightened for embarrassment or anger at this treatment. Looking over at Arthur, his features seemed to show the same. Here we were two reasonably powerful beings who could easily destroy any vampire we ran into and we were helplessly at the mercy of a woman who was barely 5’3” tall. Once she got us into the common room Sam went into a rant, chewing us out from here to hell about recklessly endangering not only Arthur but all four of us by taking off without telling her with no one to watch out backs in the event something happened. Leaving the city without three of the key players in the battles we were waging. A few of the guards and other staff members were in the hallway outside. JD and Guido were sitting on the other side of the room watching the ass chewing when as things continued that way.
Sindee started to move forward towards Sam when Jaq stepped passed her to get to Sam first. She stepped between Sam and the two of us, grabbed her shoulders and started in on Sam with, “Just you wait one minute Sam. They didn’t just take us against our will and both Sindee and I are quite capable of taking care of ourselves and them as you are.” Jaq removed her hands from Sam’s shoulders, bringing her right index finger up and poked Sam in the chest over her heart, “And another thing, as surprised as I am at meeting him and finding out about everything else in the world that I didn’t know before; I am handling myself quite well.” She poked Sam in the heart area again, “I also happen to be totally in love with Arthur and wouldn’t have met him if I hadn’t known Andrew so I’m not going to let you stand here and yell at them for the four of us taking a weekend trip together.” Jaq continued to poke same over the heart as she read her the riot act. “I like you Sam and can see you as a sister that I never had but I won’t put up…..” As Jaq was yelling, she continued to poke Sam. I’m sure we’ve all heard the saying about not poking the bear. I personally imagine poking a Vampire was an even worse idea.
Sam reached up and grabbed Jaq’s hand just as it poked her again. Her eyes flashed and her expression changed from anger to confusion at being yelled at, to shock over something. She looked across the room to JD and Guido and said, “Out.” It was one work spoken in and even tone. That word made my back tense as though I had a gun to my head. It had no less of an effect on the two of them as they were out of the room faster than I could track their movement. Sam then turned to look at Sindee, “Close and lock the door from the inside her then hit the second switch from the right.” Sindee complied as fast as the two who took off out of the room, then walked over to sit with between Arthur and I. Sam guided Jaq to a seat beside Sindee leaving them between Arthur and me. “Now, tell me when she,” pointing at Jaq, “became a Mage?”
Jaq, Sindee and I tried for blank expressions as though we had no idea what she was talking about. Arthur on the other hand had a ‘the cat is out of the bag’ expression. I’d seen the man play poker and knew he had a better blank look than I did. Jaq replied to the query, “What are you talking about?”
Sam’s features were exceptional at conveying her thoughts just by adopting certain expressions. The one she put on her face then was something between a ‘do you really think I am that stupid’ and a ‘If you lie to me again I’ll rip your head off’ expression. Her words were heavily sarcastic, “Of course you have no idea what I’m talking about. I’m only over five hundred years old and know nothing of the supernatural world.”
Arthur opened his mouth to speak and Sam cut him off, “No Arthur, not listening to you at the moment.” He closed his mouth right back up. She shifted her glance over each of us I turn before continuing. “I just so happen to like you as well Jaq and when you said you were totally in love with Arthur I reflexively used one of my powers to view your Aura and saw the telltale signs of a magic user in it. While there are many types of magic that mortals have the ability to use; they always leave a trace of evidence. You don’t smell like someone using blood magic which would be obvious to a vampire. You have not scent of potion ingredients that would indicate Wicca, voodoo or other hedge wizardry. More to the point, three known Mages took you on a sudden trip to the middle of nowhere for three days. I’d assume you were receiving a crash course in using and more importantly hiding your powers.” All four of us being lectured had out jaws hanging. “Now close your mouths and I’ll explain a little before you answer.” We closed our mouths, “First as to where you were, leave the cell phones behind. While you had not service in the deep mountain forest, the GPS chips still worked. Second, you all lit out of here with just a note when Arthur normally gives me detailed, annoyingly detailed, instructions about what he wants done. Odd behavior for him to say the least. So with the lack of other ways for her to have an aura that looks like the three of yours I guessed that she awakened. I wasn’t positive until all four of you needed to pick your jaws up off the floor there, but still an educated guess.”
I broke the silence that followed first, “Remind me never to play poker with you Sam.” The irrelevant comment made everyone laugh and allowed a relaxed atmosphere to enter the group.
Sam took one more look at Jaq, “As for you Jacqueline Dupree, I lover Arthur as though he were family and am glad that you two found each other and love each other as much as you do. However, the next time you poke me in the chest for any reason I’ll break the finger doing it. Other than that, welcome to our small but growing family.”
I don’t know if we were all more surprised by the threat or the instant forgiveness and end of the rant. Either way we took it in stride and didn’t poke the Vampire any further than we already had. We spent the rest of the evening catching Sam up on what had happened while we were gone. As soon as all that was complete, we called it a night and headed for home. Sindee had work the next evening at the hospital and I had more people to train. As I drove us home I could feel Sindee staring at me and was more thankful than ever that the bond we formed five days ago was as strong now as it was then.
We got back to the house grabbed ourselves hot showers, took care of things such as shaving our respective needs and dressing for bed. We curled together; I pulled her against my chest and took in the scent of her hair. We fell asleep from exhaustion barely seconds after lying down together.
After what felt like an entire to short period of time, I opened my eyes to find myself outside the ruined city……

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A Midget Porno Star

I’m a Midget (a short story)
Hello every one, my name is Lulu-Bell, a midget and this is my story.
I was born into a Circus family. My Father was the Circus Giant. He was seven feet four inches and weighed four hundred and five pounds. Surprisingly even to me was my mother was a Midget. They loved each other very much and I was born out of that love.
She was a great acrobat and a Clown comedian, very popular with our audiences. The Circus was a fun place to grow up in. With all the animals and circus people who looked out for each other you couldn’t ask for a more fun place. I did odd little jobs growing up. When I turned ten Mom started teaching me the tricks of the trade. Tumbling, acrobatics, and facial expressions which when you were made up added to your performance.
My body was fully developed by the time I was fourteen and this is where my story begins. At four feet two, from my crotch to the tip of my head I was like any other person, but my legs were very short and stubby like. My breasts were a 32 B cup and when I was sitting at a table you would think you were looking at a very nice looking normal person. I use to get a kick out of watching the expression on people’s faces when I stood up and began to walk. I had a butt that was a little large. Not fat but sticking out and made me look a little swayback.
My whole life changed the spring of my fourteenth year. The circus was in Chicago for the start of the season and we were all set up when a late northern storm out of Canada hit us. I was in love with the circus sword swallower, a handsome dark skinned Spaniard. I would follow him around and every morning I brought him a cup of coffee. This particular morning they had cancelled the show and everyone was sleeping in. Like always I brought Juan (that was his name) a cup of hot coffee. I knocked on his wagon door and he told me to come in. He was still in bed. “Hi Lulu-Bell you look cold. Why don’t you come over here and jump in bed with me and get warm.” I only hesitated for a moment. I was cold but the chance to be close to him over whelmed good since. I took off my coat and jumped in bed. He didn’t have any cloths on and I had only a cheap little cotton dress and panties with no braw. I faced away from him and threw my butt into his crotch, not realizing what I was doing. He put his arm around me and held me tight.
We laid like that for about fifteen minuets until I was nice and warm. He leaned forward and kissed me on the neck. A shiver went down my backside clear to the crack of my ass. Juan ran his hand up under my dress and up to my well formed hard tits. He began to massage them and rub my nipples with his thumb. I had never felt anything like it before. I was trembling and scared but I didn’t want him to stop. He continued to massage first the right then the left breast. I could not believe how good it felt. He continued to kiss my neck and ears while needing my breasts. I got a strange feeling between my legs and my pee hole became real warm. I could feel something real hard trying to slide between my legs so I reached around and took hold of this long hot thing sticking out in front of him. lifting my knee up I let him slid it between my legs right along my pee hole. I new next to nothing about sex. I had heard my mother and father grunting and moaning from time to time at night. I even peeked in on them a couple of times. The first time Mom was sitting on Dad and was bouncing up and down on his stomach. The second time Dad was laying on top of Mom and his butt was going up and down but I really couldn’t see what was going on.
When I felt Juan’s thing sliding along my pee hole a sensation flooded over me that I again had never felt before. My pee hole felt hot and when I reached down and felt there it was all wet. Inside my belly I felt warm and kind of strange. Suddenly I felt the point of it slip just inside my pee hole. I jerked away from it and Juan said “Don’t be afraid Lulu Bell you’re going to like my doing this. It may hurt at first but then it will begin to really feel good, and you will want me to do it all the time,” I said Ok, and scooted my ass back up against him as that big hard thing entered about two inches into my pee hole. I felt like it was stretching me down there but it felt kind of good at the same time. For the first time I realized how heavy I was breathing, as if I had been running. Juan slid his hand from my breasts down to my pee hole and began to rub the opening. I could hardly believe how good it felt and my breathing became faster and faster. He took his finger and inserted it into my pee hole making his finger go in and out of it. I squealed as a great sensation ran over my entire body. I said Oh Juan you make me feel so good. “I know honey and it’s going to get even better when my cock gets inside your pussy.” I said what are you talking about. He laughed and took my hand and put it back around his thing and said this is called a cock; and this, as he wiggled his finger inside my pee hole is called a pussy.
He held me real firmly and shoved his cock all the way inside me. I heard something pop and then felt a sharp pain run thru my pussy and stomach. It really hurt me. We just laid there for awhile until the pain began to subside and then Juan began to slide his cock in and out of my pussy. Oh god how good it felt. I felt that wonderful sensation flow over me again. I said Oh Juan what is that beautiful sensation I keep getting. He said, “You are having an orgasm, something women have when they have been well fucked.” But I have already had two, will I have more? Yes Lulu Bell we are just getting started.
Juan turned me over and spread my legs apart. I looked down and my eyes grew wide as I looked at his cock. It was at least seven inches and as big around as my wrist. I marveled how I was able to take something that big all the way inside me. Juan inserted his cock head into my pussy, lifting my legs over my shoulders he drove his cock all the way to his stomach. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh Juan that feels so good, don’t stop Juan I think I’m going to have another one of those orgasm. Yesssssssss, there, there it is Oh Juan I’m, yes, yes, yes I’m dooooooing it Oh god, Oh god Yessssssssssssssssssssssss. I just collapsed on the bed. I could hardly move or get my breath as Juan kept ramming my pussy with his big magnificent cock. In and out he went, faster and faster. Then he stopped and grabbed my ass and pulled me tight against him. I heard him groan just as I felt his hot liquid squirt inside my pussy. He just kept squirting and squirting Oh Juan you made me have another orgasm I cried. What was that you squirted inside me I asked? He smiled, that was my love juice Lulu Bell I came inside your wonderful tight cunt.” What’s a cunt I said? “It’s your pussy, vagina, twat, or cunt. They are all the same thing. He then began to explain to me all the different terminology regarding sex and fucking. Can we do it again Juan it felt so fantastic. “Sure, just give me a minute or two.
After about ten minuets he said, “If you want to speed it up take it in your mouth and suck it like a popsicle.” I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do that, especially since it had been inside my pussy. “Go ahead it won’t hurt you and I think you will enjoy it. I bent over and slowly put it into my mouth. It had a pungent smell but not offensive. A little of his cum was on the tip so I licked it off as I inserted him into my mouth. It tasted like weak custard and I realized I was tasting my own pussy juices and it excited me. He said, “That’s it honey suck it, move it in and out just like I was doing to your pussy.” He put his hand on the side of my head and began to force my head up and down. I could feel him slide his hard cock in and out of my mouth. Faster and faster I went. When it hit the back of my throat I would choke but I kept going. He grabbed my head and pushed his whole cock all the way in; pushing against the back of my throat and then I felt his creamy liquid splatter againt the back of my throat. He held me there even though I was choking and could do nothing but swallow that warm cum. I felt it ooze down my throat as he emptied it in me. I could hardly breath because I was choking on that huge cock. He said “I guess I’m going to have to teach you sword swallowing so you can take a big cock without choking. We were in the middle of my fourth climax when I heard my mother calling me to come in for lunch.
For the next two weeks we fucked at every opportunity. He taught me how to swallow a sword and to take a cock all the way down my throat without choking. He taught me the correct way to suck a cock by having me suck one of those rainbow popsicles until I became proficient. I had to suck all the juice out without showing any teeth marks. I becamet real good at it. One night about a month later we got careless. We were fucking in the big tent after the last performance for the night. We thought everyone had gone to their wagons. Suddenly Juan was jerked off me and his dick was whipped out of my pussy. I looked up and said “Oh shit” it was Dad. he picked him up like a rag doll and began to beat the crap out of him. Don’t dad I screamed it isn’t Juan’s fault, I wanted him too. He wouldn’t stop, he just kept hitting him. Finally a couple of our roust-a-bouts came and grabbed my Dad. I think my Dad would have killed him if they hadn’t gotten there when they did. Juan took off running bleeding like a stuck pig. Dad combed down a bit and grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and marched me back to our wagon. Every one was looking as we went.
Once inside he took me into their bedroom and thru me onto the bed. So you like to fuck do you? He screamed. I’ll teach you what it is to be fucked. He undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. His cock was huge, close to ten inches long as big around as a kids bat. My Mother said. “No Bill (that was my father’s name) you can’t, she’s your daughter. I cried please Daddy don’t do this, you’re my Father and besides you’re too big for me. He didn’t listen, as he took that big cock that had suddenly gotten hard and came over to me. Mom was hitting him on the back with a broom but it didn’t help. He spread my legs wide and shoved the huge cock into me. I screamed as he split my pussy open and I fainted. When I came too he was pumping his cock in and out of my pussy. I stopped screaming when the pain seemed to stop and I realized I was started to like it. I was amazed that I was able to take his entire cock into me, all ten inches. I was getting aroused and my pussy started to secret my fluids. About two minuets into his fucking I had a climax, then another and another.
Mom was still beating him with a broom but stopped when she heard me begin to tell Dad not to stop. I shouted “Oh Daddy you feel so good inside me.” That seemed to make him madder and he started hammering his massive cock into my by now completely wet and sopping cunt. Oh Daddy yes Daddy fuck me I cried yessss yessss Oh god I can’t stop Cuming. He was now fucking me like a jack hammer. Finally I guess he decided I liked him fucking me like that and there was nothing he could do about it except stop fucking. I think he suddenly realized he liked what he was doing, because he slowed down and began to give me long slow even strokes. It was then that I became aware that as he slid in and out of my pussy I could feel his cock up and down my pussy walls and I came again. We must have fucked for over an hour and I can’t count how many times I came. Finally he pushed my legs over my shoulders and drove his mammoth cock all the way in and I could feel him pushing against my cervix. He exploded straight into it. I felt that hot creamy liquid go into my cervix and up into my uterus and I came two more times.
Mom helped me clean the blood, cum and my own juices up. She handed me a pill and told me to take it. “We don’t want you getting pregnant do we” she said. I was soar and completely spent. I could hardly walk to my bed and I slept the sleep of the dead. The next morning Juan’s wagon was gone and I never saw him again. If I ever see him I will thank him for introducing me into the wonderful world of fucking and giving me the ability to take a large cock all the way. We did nothing for the next two nights but on the third night myy Dad came into my bed and after only a minuet or two of foreplay before he shoved that huge beautiful cock of his into my waiting cunt. I could feel every inch of it sliding into my wet pussy. I came within a half dozen of his strokes. I soaked that big cock with my cum. My Dad was using long easy strokes now, not like the previous time. I could feel every inch of him as he slid in and out of me. Oh daddy you feel so good inside me. You fill me completely, please never stop fucking me. I felt another orgasm coming and I moaned, yes daddy yes, don’t stop I’m going to cum. I felt that urge well up inside my pussy and I cried oh daddy I’m there, yessssssssss oh god yessss and my pussy exploded in hot cum all over his cock. He grabbed my ass and lifted me up and then plowed his enormous shaft straight down into my pussy hitting my cervix hard. He exploded his thick creamy offering directly into my cervix just like the first time. I felt his hot cum drain into it and up into my uterus. I started Cuming and couldn’t stop for over a minute and a half. My pussy finally subsided and began to return to normalcy. Because my Dad is so big It took awhile for my hole to close up.
My Mother came into my room after my Dad went to sleep. She was naked and she got into bed with me. I had never seen my mother naked and I felt kind of funny looking at her as she walked across the room. She looked like an older me except she had shorted arms and smaller tits. I asked her if she was mad at me for fucking Dad, She smiled and said no and whispered that she loved me and wanted to show me that love. She began to fondle my breasts; at first I was scared and didn’t know what to do, but as she kneaded and squeezed my tits I began to get hot so I took her little tits in my hands and duplicated what she was doing to me and began to squeez and rub her nipples. My pussy was getting wet as my Mother took my right breast into her mouth. She took her hand and inserted it into my pussy and proceeded to finger fuck me. I came when her finger began rubbing my clitoris. She really new what she was doing. Then she slid down between my legs and put her mouth onto the lips of my vagina. She spread my lips and inserted her tongue. Oh did it feel good. She had a thick tongue and she used it to scoop out my juices and run it over my clit. She was almost driving me insane. I began to wiggle all over the bed, raising and lowering my hips. I would grab her head and bury her face into my pussy hair every time I came. When she finally stopped I could see my juices all over her face and tits. I french kissed her and she kissed me back before slipping out of bed and went back to her own bed. I was exhausted and I laid there awhile thinking about what had happened and was happening to me. Finally I smiled, accepting it and went to sleep.
The following night Dad didn’t come to me. He got a little drunk and passed out. I hoped it wasn’t because he was feeling guilty. I wanted him to enjoy fucking his little girl without guilt. How ever Mom came to me almost as soon as Dad fell asleep. As she walked toward me stark naked I really gave her another once over. I noticed that when she walked her stubby little legs made her rotate slightly causing her little titties to sway. She had much larger areolas than I did. And her nipples were huge. Mine are big but Mom’s are huge. Her stomach was completely flat, even flatter than my Fourteen year old stomach. She jumped into bed and we immediately began to fondle each other. Squeezing and kneading each other. I beat Mom to the punch and started sucking her titties first and then slid down between Moms legs and took my fingers and opened her pussy lips wide. Her cunt was already dripping with her juices. She had a strong pungent smell. Not offensive just strong, musky like. I took my tongue and ran it up and down her pussy, savoring the taste. I flicked her clitoris with my tongue and felt her jump. I inserted my tongue into her pussy and proceeded to scoop up her juices. I was a little surprised how big Moms pussy opening was. I could put my face into her until her lips were on the sides of my cheeks. I licked and scooped and scooped and licked that pussy for about a half hour. Moms was moaning and squirming and each time she came she would grab my head and bury my face deep into her cunt. I started finger fucking her, first one, then two and suddenly I realized I could put my whole fist into her pussy. I began to shove my fist in and out of her hole like a piston in a car. She began to cum one after the other. She was shouting “Oh god honey, what are you doing to me? I can’t stop Cuming. Oh yessss, Yessss, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh christ yes. She shot her short stubby legs up in the air and collapsed sobbing like a baby. I was glad Dad was drunk because otherwise she would have woke him up. I’m not at all that certain that some of the circus people didn’t hear her.
Dad was fucking each of us at lease twice a week and in addition Mom and I were making love two or three times a week. One night Mom told me why she had never gotten upset about Dad fucking me. She told me that for the past few years my father would only fuck her once or twice a month, That it had become hard for him to get excited enough to get a full hard on. She said half the time he would fuck her when it was only half hard. But now he was fucking her at least twice a week and had a full hard on every time. She giggled and said that I really excited him and for that she was thankful because she was also getting the benefits from it. About a month after My Dad first fucked me I started having morning sickness. Mom couldn’t understand how I could be pregnant after taking the pill. She didn’t realize I had been fucking Juan for close to a month when Dad caught us. She took me to the Dr. and sure enough I was pregnant. While examining me the female Dr. commented that she had never seen a girl so young with a vagina that deep. She had put on an oiled rubber glove and inserted her hand into my vagina. Her hand and arm went almost to her elbow before she found my cervix.
The Dr. arranged for me to go to an abortion clinic the following week and I had an abortion. We never told Dad and because I was so soar from the ordeal Mom got Dad drunk three nights in a row to give me a chance to heal.
For the next four years Dad kept fucking me twice a week and Mom almost twice a week. If he ever skipped a time it would be Moms night. I think it was because Mom could not take all of him. She could only take about eight inches. I also started having an affair with the trapeze star. He was not near as big as Dad, but he would make love to me and he loved the fact I could take all of him down my throat. He must have mentioned my talent because his partner cornered me one day by the elephant hay pile and forced me to suck his cock. He had about nine inches and I swallowed every inch. I really enjoy the feeling of cum draining down my throat. Two of the elephant handlers saw us and made me suck their cocks too. I started meeting all three a couple of times a week between shows and I sucked all their cocks. The two handlers had six and a half and seven inch cocks. I don’t remember their names. One afternoon while I was sucking the trapeze’s seven inch cock on my hands and knees the guy with the six and a half inches pulled up my dress and started finger fucking my pussy, I got real hot and stared Cuming. He took some of those juices and rubbed it on my ass hole. I didn’t understand the significance of the act at the moment. He shoved his cock into my wet pussy and took half dozen strokes before pulling out and jamming it up my butt. I stiffened my butt because it really hurt. I almost bit the trapeze’s cock. He stopped for a minute or two and let my ass hole get use to having something in it and then began to move in and out of my ass. He fucked me like that for about ten minutes when I felt him shoot his hot seeds into my ass cavity. After that one of the guys would sit on a bail and let his legs dangle over the side. Then one guy would lie on his back on the ground and I would sit on his cock and take the guys cock sitting on the hay bail into my mouth while the third one shoved it up my ass. I couldn’t not take the larger cock up my ass because it hurt too much. I would really cum a lot when I was doing three at a time, but when the nine inch guy was in my pussy, the six & half inch guy in my ass and the seven inches deep in my throat was when I really came the most. The first time it happened I think I came for over two and a half minute’s without stopping. I had one of those “G” stream orgasms and flooded the guy I was sitting on.
My Dad died of a heart attack a few months after my eighteenth Birthday. He was only forty six. I was born when Mom was 22 and dad was six years older. He had a great funeral. The whole circus attended including many of the general public where we were performing. They made a parade out of it; the animals in their cages and the clowns and performers. He was cremated and his ashes scattered over the circus tent. Mom was devastated because it had come on so suddenly. When Mom finally settled down we went back to having sex and sleeping together. I remember this one night Mom had been kissing and licking my pussy for about half an hour. I was so hot my pussy was dripping wet and oozing cum all over her. She put two fingers in, then three and then the whole fist. She began to drive her fist in and out of my pussy just like I had done to her. I could feel her knuckles sliding up and down the walls of my vagina. I looked down and my Mom had her Short little arms buried clear above her elbow. When she took her middle finger and inserted it into my cervix I lost all control. As she shoved it up to her knuckle I began to vibrate and my ass started bucking an I shot a stream of pussy water out of my cunt and up into my mothers face and chest. I collapsed and was completely exhausted. We fell asleep covered in Pussy water mixed with pussy juice.
A number of times during those four years before Dad died several different movie companies would call and need some midgets for a movie. Mom and I would always volunteer. One such time I met a camera man who asked me if I would pose for some pictures. Over the next couple of days he took all kinds of pictures. I really liked him and we started to date. He was six feet tall and weighed a hundred and ninety pounds. I new we were only going to be in town for two more weeks so I let him fuck me. He took many pictures of me nude and talked me into letting him take a picture with his eight inch cock buried deep in my throat. Without my knowing it he took the pictures to a famous porno director. The guy liked what he saw and invited me to the studio. I was mad at first because I never gave his permission to do that. He said I could really make some big money if they liked what they saw, and that he would give me the negative and the pictures if I decided I wasn’t interested.
I was really nervous when I arrived at the studio. It was about three thirty in the after noon. The director made me feel right at home and we began to talk. He asked me if I would be interested in making porno films. I said I didn’t know I had never thought about it. Well you can make five hundred a day with a thousand dollars a week guaranteed. If you are as good as I think you can be based on your pictures you could double and even triple that. Let me think about it I said. When I got home Mom was crying. I said what’s the matter Mom? She said, “Things are getting real tight. What with your Dad dying and all, I’m just not making enough to make ends meet. I guess you will just have to go work honey. I already talked to the ring master and he is willing to hire you. Not a lot of money at first until you learn the ropes. Talk about timing, I told Mom not to worry I think I have a job making a lot more than I could at the circus. Doing what she asked? Modeling, I said. I interviewed for the job today and they are willing to pay me a thousand dollars a week. Why would anyone pay you that kind of money to model? Well from the waist up I’m very good looking and they like my face. They told me they model different parts of your body like lips, eyes, and hands I lied.
My first film I was just kind of an extra. While the two stars were fucking at a orgy party I was deep throating this guy with a seven inch cock in the back ground. The camera man was my friend who had submitted my pictures to the Director. He made sure that when he had a close up of the stars he got me in it. I guess it triggered a lot of mail asking who was gal with the cock down her throat. Enough so that in my next film I was the co star. I teamed with the star that was famous for his nine inch cock. He had been in films for years. When he fucked me I took every bit of him. I also was able to get his whole cock down my throat, right down to his balls. He told me after we were done shooting that I had given him the best blow job he had ever had in all the years he had been in the business; And that he loved fucking me because I was able to lubricate so well. I didn’t tell him that he had made me cum nine times and wasn’t faking it.
My next film is what made me a porno queen. They brought in this famous black guy from New York. He was featured as having the longest cock in the world. It was fourteen inches. Lucky for me his cock was not very big around. It took three extras close to an hour of sucking and jacking him off to get him real hard. The plot was set up for him to first fuck me doggy style, followed by fucking me standing up. It was kind of comical because I could just stand there with his cock up my cunt and he didn’t have to squat or anything. He would only squat down to bring it out and then he would straighten his legs and shove it up inside my pussy. We then fucked missionary style. What really got me the stardom was when I laid on the bed and put my head slightly over the edge and he stuck his cock in my mouth and shoved it all the way in. I could hear the gasps as he drove his whole cock down my throat. I could feel him in the edge of my stomach. I think the guy was in shock because he just stood there for a minute or so and then he became so excited his cock got really hard and he began to fuck my throat as if it was a pussy. He came within about five minutes. I felt his cum shoot directly into my stomach. I had learned how to breathe from Juan the sword swallower. The star told me told me it was the fastest he had come since he was a teenager.
I have made over a hundred and fifty movies and earn a quarter million dollars a year. My Mom quit the circus and we live in a nice home in Malibu. Maybe you’ve seen me?
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In this story i dont go into much detail about any of the people you the reader get to decide what they look like and so on

Can’t Rape the Willing 3

I awoke up with Rex lying next to me reading some kind of magazine, and rubbing his semi hard cock through his pants, as I tried to look to thee other side of me, I realize that my ankle was chained to the bedpost, I had some kind of device that was sticking out of my pussy and ass, and I had clamps on my nipple and my clit. Some how they had the clamps connecting to each other, I wasn’t sure how but all I knew is then I moved all the chains would moved with me so I had to be careful.
“I see that our little whore is a wake, are you hungry or thirsty?”
“Yes Master I am”
“Well why don’t you get me a blow job, and we will go get you something to eat and drink besides my juices?” Rex said taking out his cock and grabbing my neck.
I rolled over making sure that nothing was pulling or anything coming out of me. I put my head down on him and I started to lick his cock slowly. He reached under me and took of my nipple clamps, and starting tugging on the chain, that led down to my clit. Each time he pulled the chain my body would quiver. I rolled over in between his legs, grab a hold of his cock and started deep throating him. I was moving my head up and down as fast as I could, and at the same time I was stroking him and letting my saliva run down his balls. I felt his hands grab my hair and started pumping my face. This time he didn’t make my nose bleed. I felt his cock starting to pulse, I knew what was coming next, and I had to get my self ready for a full load. I tried to relax and open my throat as much as possible, but still there was going to be a lot of cum. I heard him starting to moan, he starting to push my head down his cock down as fast as he could and I felt his hot cum squirting in my mouth, and down my throat. This time I wasn’t bad, it was sweet, and not as thick as the first time. Maybe I got the two guys mixed up? I did have a blind fold on, and I was trying to get away from them.
“Make sure he is clean, we don’t want to waste any of your protein shake.” He said with a light laugh to his voice. I made sure that I licked his cock from top to bottom and round his head, to make sure I didn’t miss a drop. I sat up on my knees and watch him starting to dry him self off with an old shirt. Then he sat the rest of the way up and started to unhook my chains.
“Later we are going to pierce your nipples and clit.” I looked up in the air with a big old sigh, when he said that. I didn’t dare to say anything at this point, I was still chained to the bed and I had the devices stuck in me.
“Now it’s your turn to cum for your Master.” He reached over to the end table and grabbed some kind of remote. He started to laugh, and then he motion for me to lay back and spread my legs. He unchained my ankle, and switched me around so I was spread eagle in front of him. He turned on the devices with his remote, starting out slow then going fast. It was nothing I ever felt before, it was an electrical vibration, and it felt great. I grabbed my nipples and started tugging hard on them, then rubbing my body then my clit. That was a bad mistake he took out a pig whip out and slapped me with it. He started to whip my inner thigh, and followed by he slapped my clit hard.
“Don’t touch you clit or cunt again, with out permission, understand me?”
“Yes Master, I understand”
“Now I want you to have a hard orgasm before we go eat, lay back and let me do all the work.”
As I lay back, he started to crawl on top of me slowly; he never took his eyes off of me when he started to kiss my thighs, to my moist pussy. He started to flick his tong over my clit. Its almost he knew every particular spot of my body, that would drive me up the wall. My breathing was getting heavier and more out of control and he knew. He took my clit in between two fingers and started licking me harder and faster. I was tugging and pulling on my nipples harder and harder.
He whispers “Cum for me baby, cum hard for me.” He stops the device in my pussy and took it out, and drove his fingers up me. All I could do at this point is let him be in control of my body, I had to close my eyes and relax as he was going to make me have a hard orgasm.
He tuned the metal toy up my ass on high, as he was eating out. I felt him put his arms under me and grab my hips, so I didn’t fuck his mouth or get too out of control, he was in command and he wanted me to know it. I was started to cum, and he knew, so he stuck his fingers deeper in my pussy and started to play with my g-spot, that did it. All I could do is grab the bedpost, he drove his mouth harder in my pussy, I arch my back and cum.
“OMG” I screamed and moan “Please fuck me Master, please” I begged him while he was still eating me out after I came. Then I started pleading for him to stop, he was driving me wild up the wall. I couldn’t catch by breath, it felt like my heart beating out of my chest. “Fuck me please Master, please Fuck me.” I said between breaths. He stopped for me second, kissed my clit, and he watched me jump, he laughed, and crawled over my body and up to my ear and started whisper.
“Later! Now let’s get dress so we can go out and eat! We laid out some clothing out for you.”
“Yes Master”
He took out the sex toy out of my ass and laid it on the bed, then he handed me an old shirt to clean up with. He pointed to a chair over in a dark corner that had my clothing on it. I walked over and there was a pair of high heel dress boots, pair of black leather pants, black lace thong, socks, and a backless halter top.
“Before you put your clothing on, I want you to do your hair; there is a brush and other hair stuff over there on the vanity.”
“Yes Master, is there any way you want my hair?”
“Down”
He led me over to the vanity, sat me down and grabbed the brush. He tilted my head back and started brushing my long red hair. My long, wavy, dark red hair reached my ass crack. I knew he was in love with my hair, because he was playing with it when he was brushing it. The only problem I had with my hair being down was is was so thick and I was shedding like a cat. I hated it. At one point I wanted to chop it off and donate it to some salon. But my “previous” Master found out what I wanted to and beat my ass raw, I was told that if I ever thought about cutting my hair again with out his permission he (hire someone) would kill me.
“I guess we can tie it back in a low pony tie, I didn’t realize your beautiful hair was so thick and long.”
“Yes it is Master, and Thank you for understanding.”
Rex put my hair in a pony tail, so how he made look like there was no rubber band it in. After he was done doing my hair he brushed he wiped me down with a cool washcloth, and let me put on my clothing. Rex sat back in a chair and watch me put on my clothing. So I made sure that I put on everything slowly. I started with my thong; I snapped my g-string to make sure that he was looking and that it was in the right place. That got his attention. Then I starting to put my pants on, one… leg…at… a … time, slowly pulling them up over my cute, tight butt, I made sure that I wouldn’t lose his attention. I zipped and buckled my pants.
“Hold on before you put anything else on, I have something for you.”
“Yes Master?” He went in his closet and took out a lash, collar, and a nice belt. I had a worried look on my face. I was wondering what I did. Was he going to hit me with that metal studded belt or what? The small cat collar, was black, fine leather, and had small metal studs sticking out.
“Here I forgot to give you this belt to put on, and you are going to wear this collar and leash when we are out.”
“Yes Master”
He turned me around, my back facing him; I felt his cock pulsing through his pants when my butt was pressing against him. I felt a small hard yank, when he was putting on my collar, to make sure that it wasn’t too tight or loose. Then he wrapped his arms around me and started to put my belt on me. He turned me around and he started to kiss my nipples slowly and up on my neck; I reach his crotch and started to grab his cock through his jeans.
“May I please have a protean shake Master?” I said pouting
“Yes, get on your knees and finish was you started you bad girl. You should be punished.”
I got on my knees, I started to unzipped his pants, rubbing his cock through his underwear, looking him in his eyes. I took his cock out through the fold of is underwear and started sucking it fast. He grabbed my hair and started pulling and pushing, making sure that I got all his cock in my mouth. It seemed as soon as I started sucking his cock he came hard. He pulled my up by my collar, and gave me a deep, long, kiss with his cum still in my mouth. He started rubbing my breast with one hand and placing his knee between my legs. I started humping his knee; furthermore he turned me around again, and reaches down my pants and started playing with me. I felt so relaxed, I came quick and hard.
“That’s what I wanted to see, now get dress.” As I bent over to grab my top, he spanked me on my ass. “Oh, nice, tight ass, the boys will like you tonight!” He said with a sexy playful voice. I stood up and I started to tie the strings of my top; he grabbed the bottom ones and helps me with them. He snapped on my leash and started leading me down the hall way where we meant up with Snake.
“I need a Blow Job before we go if that’s all right?”
“Yeah that’s fine I have to get ready any ways. Here’s her leash”
“Get on your knees and start sucking.” Snake said while pointing to the ground
I wasn’t too happy but I knew if I didn’t do what he would ask me I would get in big trouble. I reached up and unzipped his pants. “Ouch that hurts, be careful” Oops he wasn’t wearing any underwear and I grabbed some hair and skin. I made sure that next time I unzip his pants I put my hand down there first to protect him. I pulled out his cock and started sucking it. It taste like he just took a piss, but that didn’t bother me as much as he grabbing my head and pushing his cock deep down my throat with out me relaxing and making me gag on it. I bit. He smacked, I bit a little harder, and he went limp.
“Don’t do that next time and you wouldn’t have that problem.” I said with laughter in my voice.
“Fucking whore.” He yelled, and he smacked me across the face
“No I don’t think you would be fucking me for a while, you’re a little small at this point.” I started laughing out loud
He throws his hand back to hit me across my face and missed. I tired to run away from him, but he grabbed my leash and yanked me back on my ass. I tried to reach up to unhook my self. But before I could Rex was standing right in front of me, stirring down at me with a pissed off look. He grabbed me by the throat and picks me up.
“Now you’re not being very nice, now I have to whip your ass before we go out and you’re going to be sore.”
“Please Master you Miss understood what was going on.”
“Look in that corner. See that black speck? That’s a camera, I saw and heard everything.”
“Oh shit.” I looked down at the floor and started to whimper.
“Now I haven’t hit nor did anything to you yet. Stop that fucking crying”
“Yes Master”
Rex grabbed a chair and sat down in it. He grabbed me by my loop of my pants, to make me back up to him. He started to unbuckle my belt and pants. I grabbed his hand to make him stop. But some how he over powered me, he let my pants and thong drop to the floor. He bent me over his knees and started to beat me hard with his belt. I felt the welts growing with every strike. He stops for a second and reached behind him again. “Spread your cheeks” I did what I was told, I spread my cheeks, as soon as I did, he stuck a big butt plug in my ass. I dare not the scream or whimper. I started crying harder. “For being disobedient this will be up your ass for the rest of the night. If you take it out, I won’t beat you with my belt, I will beat you with a wipe, to top it all off, I have a remote that controls everything. The butt plug will get larger, smaller, or vibrates.”
“Clean you’re fucking tears up and come over here and sucking my cock.” Snake snapped his fingers and pointed down the floor and holding his hard cock in one hand.
“Yes Master”
I got up started pulling up my pants, when Rex reach over and told me “no, leave them down.” I walked over to Snake got on my knees and started sucking his cock hard. He grabbed my hair again and forced his cock in my mouth farther. I stopped him by pushing him back with some force. Rex got up, walked over to me and told me to put my hands behind my back and keep them there. Rex took out a pair of hand cuffs and put them on me. Snake was in full control of me now. He was fucking my face hard, then I felt him load my mouth with his cum. I was starting to have problems swallowing it down because there was so much and so thick, but I did it; I leaned back over and cleaned his cock up with my mouth.
“Good little whore.”
“Yes Master.” I said with some tears streaming down my face.
“Sit on that plug for me please”
“Yes Master” I sat down and another bigger bump went up my tight hole. Then I felt Rex inflating the plug to make sure that it wouldn’t come out. I got up and Rex fixed my hair, wiped my face and helped me with my pants.
“I am hungry, let’s get going?”
“Yeah sounds like a good idea.”
I was having problems walking after that last beating and that toy up my ass. Snake open the house door for me I could smell the fresh rained; before I got out the door he grabbed my leash, and put a blind fold over my eyes again. They helped me down the stairs and in to their truck. They sat me in the middle on them and buckled me up. I could hear the doors close and Rex starting the truck. They started a few miles down the road when Rex said “Fuck it, take that dam blind fold off, its not like she knows where are anyways.”
I could see that we where in the middle of no where. We where driving down a dirt road in the middle of the woods. I was trying to figure out where we were. But I couldn’t. I didn’t recognize anything. We finely hit the highway after 10mines or so. Everything was glissading with rain drops and the sun was setting. All I had on mind at this point was getting this dam butt plug out of my ass, get the hell way from them and where the hell we were going.
We finely hit the point of destination, it was another big out on a lake that there was some sort of party going on. We parked in the road, Rex stopped the truck and we all got out. He patted me on thee ass to make sure that the plug was still in there. “If you are good, I will take it out. So act happy and smile or else.” He grabbed a hold of my leash and we all walked in side. Snake went his own way as we where stopped by some guy, which started talking to Rex.
“Is this her?”
“Oh Yeah and she is clean and primed” Rex said
“Good should I get everyone around?”
“Not yet, let me talk to a few people and drink a few beers.” Rex
“OK let me know when you are ready.”
“No problem.” Rex said smiling
Rex and I walked around talking to different people, and Rex let some people fondle me a few times. I was starting to get pissed off. I didn’t know these people who where grabbing me, and I wanted them to stop and I didn’t care if I got in trouble. The next person that grabbed me, I took a hold of his hand and yanked it away from me, and in addition I elbowed him in the gut. Oops I should have looked behind me; it was Rex and one of his best friends. Rex looked at me while holding his gut and dragged by me by the leash to a room upstairs. He throws me on the floor and starting to beat me.
“I am sorry Master I was sick and tired of people groping me”
“I don’t give a dam what you want. You’re lucky it was me that you hit and not another person, now strip.”
“NO!”
“Do it now!”
“Or what dam it.”
“You don’t want to find out.”
I grabbed a hold of my leash, and started running to the door and opened it, I ran down the stairs, “GRAB HER” Rex yelled. Someone was trying to grab but I slipped throw is hands and ran out the door a fast as I could. I heard Rex running down the stairs and out the door. “GET YOUR FUCKING ASS BACK HERE NOW, YOU FUCKING WHORE, OR ELSE.” I was still running with out looking behind me. I wasn’t paying attention to anything around me, but what was in front of me. Suddenly I felt someone grabbing me and knocking me to the ground. I looked back and I was Rex. “Fuck you, you fucking bastard let me go.” He reached in his back pocket and grabbed some hand cuffs out, and slapped them on me. “GET EVERYONE READY, I AM BRINGING HER IN BOB.” Rex picked me up and throws me over his shoulders again. I was kicking and screaming as loud and hard as I could. For some reason it didn’t bother him at all. He walked in the door and down to the basement, where someone put a blind fold over my eyes.
I suddenly felt Rex throwing me down on something soft, flipped me over, he untied my shirt, and then he started to undo my pants, till I started kicking him. I felt him hit me hard across my ass and making the butt plug go bigger.
“Please no” He acted like he didn’t hear my plea.
“Please no Master, I will behave myself, I will do anything to get my self out of trouble and pain.” He looked at me, waited for a minute, and started again with the butt plug.
“Master No” was starting to cry by now in pain and agony, he still looked like he was pissed at me, he throw the remote down, grabbed me by my throat, bend me over and starting to fucking me hard. I heard him moan as he came quick and hard.
“This was the last straw; no you’re going to get punished.” I felt his hot juices running down my leg.
“Master please.” I felt the butt plug going smaller now. Before it went down to normal size, I felt his hand grabbing the shaft of the plug and yanked it out hard and fast.
“NO, Please NO” I was in tears; I tried to curled up in a tight ball.
“Help me out Man” Rex said while someone was sitting on my back and grabbing my hair hard. “Open your mouth.” I did what I was told, but that was a mistake, I felt him stick the dirty plug in my mouth. “I this will shut her up for now.” I was trying to scream in my throat, and then I felt someone putting a strap at the end of the plug and around my head, tying it taunt making sure that it wouldn’t come out of my mouth. Then I felt the plug going bigger and bigger.
“Well we don’t have to worry about her biting any one.”
“Yeah that’s true, maybe she will learn to behave, and obey?” some man said with a deep voice.
“Hello Puppet, I see that you got your self in trouble again” Master Mark said, when I heard my “real” Master’s voice I know that I would be in trouble. “What did she do this time boys?” as he was grabbing my hair.
“Do you really want to know?” Rex said lifting up his shirt showing his bruise, that I just gave him. Both of my Masters were now angry with me now. I know I am going to get one hell of a beating, and they didn’t care if they hurt me or not. More the pain more the pleasure for them. I had to do something to get my self out of trouble, but I couldn’t say or do anything, I was now bound and gagged, all I could do is make some kind of noise out of my throat.
“Mmmmmmmmm”
“Well I guess its time to give an attitude adjustment again, I thought the first one was enough, and I guess not, she has to learn the hard way.” Master Mark said rubbing his cock
“Yes sir what do you have in mind?” Rex
“Letting the boys have their way with her after I give her a nice beating.”
Master Mark grabbed my hair and started dragging me by it. We went to an adjoining room where everything was going to take place. I felt my Master attach my bound hands and hook them to something. Then I heard a clicking sound, my feet were now off the ground. I felt my Master starting to pull down my pants and underwear. His hands where felling me up and down. I could feel him put a few fingers up my honey pot, and then taking them out and smelling them.
“Well I can smell that you just got fucked not to long ago, I have to have a talk to those boys. I will be back.” I heard open and close the door. I heard him starting to yell at the Rex and Snake because I wasn’t “fresh,” and they didn’t use protection when where fucking me, and for not cleaning me up after they where done with me. He was also pissed off for the fact that I had bruises and cuts on my face. Dam I am glad that they are getting yelled at, at this time and not me. I want to see them get in trouble; maybe I wouldn’t get punished as bad. But I also knew that I was going to get some kind of punishment, because I did bodily harm to someone else, with out cause. But I did have cause; I was being fondled by strangers, but that wasn’t good enough cause for my Master. I was starting to worry are crying. Because I knew that I was going to get a good beating. What do I do know? Take it or fight back?
“For what you two do to her, I am not going to pay you guys.”
“That’s fine we are going keep her and use her for our own personal use then.” Rex said calmly
“No you won’t, I am going to take her home with me and clean her up.”
“You know what agreement was, we keep her till you pay us off, or we…” Rex was starting to get a little pissed and started raising his voice.
“Fine I will pay you two off, but I won’t ask you to do any thing for me again. Here’s the money I owe you.” Master hands Rex the money with disappointment and disbelief
“Thank you. So what are you going to do now?”
“Clean her up again, punish her, fuck her, and have her used by everyone else here, before I take her home with me again.”
“You know where everything is; let me know if you need anything. Nice doing business with you.” Rex started to talk away, then he turned around, by the way boss, I have tape of everything that we did to her and what she did to us. Rex tossed the thumb drive to Master Mark with all the info on it. Master Mark look at it, look up at Rex and said thank you.
I heard the door open up and close again. The room seemed to be cooler then before. I was now in a cold sweat, I knew that I was going to get punished, but how and how. My heart started to pound out of my chest, my breathing more rapid. I was scared stiff. I felt his hand on my nipple, touching softly. What was going on am I going to get punished? I could feel his eyes looking up and down my body. I could smell his sweet cologne and body sweat, I could feel him breathing and leaning closer to me.
“You’re a very dirty and naughty puppet, what am I going to do with you?” he whispered softly in my ear, with his fingers on my nipple.
“I think that we need to get you all cleaned up inside and out?” I could his lips getting closer to mine, he slowly and softly starting to kiss me. His other hand reaches up and starts touching my other nipple softly, then I felt him starting to tug hard on them. I let in a big breath, and then I felt him starting to nipple and tugging on my bottom lip.
“What do you think my Puppet?” he whispers again, all I could do is nod slowly and moaned.
He started to unchain me and throws me over his shoulders. I heard a door open, he sat me down on the cold floor, and I heard him starting some water, and reaching over and closing the door. I felt him rub my face softly, I was pushing back on his hand, letting him know that was feeling good and I missed him.
“Miss me didn’t you?” I nodded
“Want me to take your gag out”
I nodded again, he reach over, and pulled off my blind fold off, and unhooking my gag. I tried to open my mouth so he could take it out, but he put his hand over my mouth letting me know that he wasn’t ready to take it out yet. I titled head at him wondering why he didn’t want that out, then he started to speak.
“I know what happened, I know what you did, and I saw and heard it all on my laptop. I am very disappointed with you young one, and you will get one hell of a beating, now I am going to take that gag out of your mouth and I don’t want you to say a word understand, then I am going to put in the bathtub and have your sit there for a while. I am also thinking about putting enema up you, for part of your punishment.”
I nodded my head, opened my mouth little by little. When Master Mark took out the plug from my mouth, my jaw started hurting from that butt plug being in my mouth for so long. I had that nasty taste in mouth from the dirty plug, and I was thirstier then hell. I had really bad cotton mouth. Master Mark looked at me. “I am glad I brought you your toothbrush, and other stuff, they really roughed you bad this time.”
I cleared my throat and tried to answer him, but I couldn’t, my mouth was too dry and my throat was raw from screaming at Rex for some long, so all I could do is nod.
“Need something to drink?”
I nodded yes, and had a tear rolling down my cheek. Master Mark handed me his bottle of Coke, and wiped my face with his warm gentle hand. I knew that he still cared about me, but I was still wondering why he hired those guys to raped and beat me. I took a swallow of the Coke, it burned all the way down. Yip it was good old fresh Coke, it burned all the way down my parched throat, but I didn’t care, I had something wet in my mouth.
Master Mark picked me up from the floor, and untied my hands, and helped take off the rest of my clothing, and then he helped me in the tub. Was water was soothing and warm. I sat down and tried to relax a little, I took the washcloth and ran over my body trying to clean up the grass and dirt that was on me. I looked beside me and I saw that my Master hanging up the enema bag, I swallowed hard and look back down in the tub, I had to get another enema today, dam. I said to myself.
“Get on your knees and put your ass up in the air.”
“Yes Master”
“Did I tell you to speak my puppet?” he looked pissed “Well did I?”
“No Master”
“Then get that dam ass up in thee air, you’re going to get cleaned again.”
I did what he said, I got on all fours and I put up my ass up in the air, trying to keep my head above the water. I felt a little playful slap on my ass and then he pushed me in the water, he put is under my pussy and was trying to push my ass up a little further. I felt him put his finger up my ass and started fucking me with it, he took it out, and I looked back and pouted. He gave me that playful but serious look. I look back down as I was still pouted.
“You’re a dirty little girl and you need to be cleaned out.” Then I felt him guiding the nozzle up my ass. I flinched a little, after he put the nozzle up me, I felt the luke warm water rushing in me, and then I felt him rubbing my pussy. I started to moan with pleasure; he put a finger up me. “I see this dirty little puppet is wet, I wonder way?” putting his finger a little deeper in me, I felt him starting to fuck me harder and harder with his finger. I felt my clit starting to tingle; all I wanted right now was his cock in me.
“Please fuck me Master.” Then I felt him put two fingers in my pussy, one up my ass, and one on my clit. He started fucking me harder and harder with his hand. “Master I want your cock in…” I felt my orgasm come on hard and strong, suddenly I felt him taking out the nozzle and putting in a small butt plug.
“Sit and be quite” reached in the bathtub and grab my washcloth, he put some soap on it and started washing me. He started with my back, to my shoulders, around to my chest; he lifted my breast and washed under them, then cycled my nipples. All I could is lean back and relax, my Master was washing my body like he used to. He then started washing and rubbing my belly, then down to my pelvic bone, he never reached my pussy, and then he washed my legs and feet.
“Bad girl, you are so dirty, what am I going to do with my puppet?” He started back up my legs and between my thighs; he slowly ran his hand up to my pussy. “Spread them” he pushed my legs open, and started washing my pussy and ass. “Dirty girl, I have to clean that filthy pussy and ass.” He shook his head and started washing my pussy a little harder.
At this point I was starting to have cramps in my stomach, I needed to let go of everything that was in me, but my Master had other plans. He pulled on my hair and started dumping bath water over my hair, and my body. He put shampoo in my hair and rinsed it out. “Get up” he told me with a firm voice “spread them” he reached behind him and grab a douche bottle, he stuck it up me and started sneezing, I took a deep breath, and the dam thing was cold. I looked at him and he was starting to laugh, “Cold?” I gave him that look… you knew it was cold… and he laughed a little harder. He reached up and grabs the shower head and rinsed me off with warm water. He took my hand and helps me out of the tub and dried me off.
I was starting to hold my stomach to let him know that I was in pain. “Oops” he said with a laugh to his voice “Bend over” Suddenly I felt him stick his hard cock in me.
“Oh god” I cried out loud, his cock felt so good in me.
“Now I know I didn’t tell you to speak.” He said sarcastically, so he starting to pump me harder and fast. I heard the water sloshing in my stomach
“I know that you will be clean after I am done.” He reached down and pulled out my plug and stuck his cock in as quickly as he could.
“Oh god Master.” I cried out.
“Dam your ass is tight tonight, what are we going to do with you, what should we do for your punishment?”
He started to pump me fast and harder over and over again. I felt his cock starting to pulse I knew that he was ready to explode in me, I braced my self against the tub as he was pumping, he took his cock out half way and jammed it back in, then he pushed his cock as far and hard as he could when came. Before he took out his cock, he reached down and smacked me hard on thee ass. Then he took out his cock and sat me down on the pot, and walked out of the bathroom to let me do my business. He left the room and left the door ajar.
“Mater I haven’t ate all day, can we get some food soon?” I thought the water was never going to end coming out of me. I was in pain. It almost felt like i was a water balloon and I had a leak.
“Yes I was thinking about us going to my cabin in the woods, it’s going to be a long drive, and I haven’t ate anything all either.”

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Please Release Me

I suppose I gave in for my cravings to want to cum no matter what the cost even though I had no desire for him any person of my sex whatsoever. I laid on my back and let him have his way with me

A Family Tradition 2

I woke to see Alexis’s smiling face. She was wearing a silk robe, her nipples still engorged and pressing against the fabric. Her hair was sweaty and wild and she glowed as only a well fucked woman can glow. She stroked my face. “Ahhh, you’re back, Diana. For a minute, I thought I killed you. Forty-five minutes, you’ve had a nice nap!” She sighed. “That was the best orgasm I think another woman has ever given me.” Her hand dropped to my breast, slowly circling my erect nipple. “Was it good for you, too?”
I tried to speak, but a little sob came out so I nodded instead. I felt weak and excited and wonderful and astounded…and full. It took a moment for me to understand and then as my pussy muscles flexed, I realized that I still had several inches of the thick dildo inside me. I swallowed and tried again. “Thank you,” I replied in a hoarse whisper. “That was…I didn’t know it could be like that with a…woman.”
Alexis leaned over and kissed me gently on the mouth, her tongue barely brushing my lips. “Well, I don’t think it was so much me as that well hung son of yours. Seeing him fuck Eve really aroused you.” She licked her lips and added, “A lot!”
I turned my head to look into the next room. Chad was flat on his back asleep. Eve was curled up against him, her head on his chest, a shapely leg draped protectively across his legs. His penis, half erect and shiny with her juices rested against her thigh. Eve was asleep, her body still shiny with sweat, her hair bed-tousled. She looked beautiful and I envied her to the point of hatred. I sighed and realized that the sight of my naked son was making my pulse begin to race again. My pussy muscles throbbed and flexed, sending an aftershock of orgasmic pleasure coursing through my body.
“Oh my god, I want to fuck my son!” I whispered, awed at my own frank confession.
Alexis kissed me again. “Yes, I know. I understand.”
I took her hand and squeezed it. “Alexis, you said you watched your son lose his virginity? You said it excited you?”
Alexis looked at me, an evil grin on her face again. “Oh yes. Doctor Claire was with me. I absolutely raped her I was so turned on watching my Louis fuck his chosen lady! She had to go fetch her favorite strap-on and she must have fucked me a dozen times before I tuckered her out.”
“Then you didn’t…I mean with your son… You didn’t fuck him?”
Alexis blushed slightly, but her grin never wavered. “Are you kidding? I walked out of here, down to that bedroom and I fucked his brains out!”
My pussy contracted around the massive play cock in my pussy. I could feel my juices flowing again. I wiggled my butt around, seeking the delicious friction a cock provided. “You did! Do you still? Are you and your Louis lovers?”
“Oh yes,” she sighed. “I still enjoy the occasional adventure here, but when I go home, I go home to my handsome son and his hard cock!”
Again a little orgasmic aftershock thrilled through me. I glanced again at my son and Eve. I so badly needed to be her…to feel my son’s cum in my pussy! I wanted it now. I wanted Chad’s beautiful, thick penis inside me…filling my womb, making me cum, making me a baby, making me complete!
Alexis laughed and took hold of the dildo, still slick with her cream. Slowly she began to ease it out of my pussy, saying, “I think you’ve had enough of this. I think it’s time for the real thing. Are you ready?”
I nodded and then began to squirm and shiver as orgasmic sparks rippled through me as my clasping pussy grudgingly surrendered the thick rubber cock. I closed my eyes as the pleasure made me dizzy and it was several minutes before I could open them up again.
When I did open them, Alexis was standing before me wearing a sheer robe which did not conceal her lovely, trim body. “Recovered enough to go visit Chad?” she asked.
I climbed off the lounger on shaky legs and looked around for my dress. Alexis laughed and said, “Just come as you are. There’s a direct route to their bedroom. No one will see you naked…which is a shame. You have a lovely body, Diana.”
I blushed as I felt her eyes roaming admiringly over me. “Thank you. You’re beautiful too!” I replied, feeling like a lovesick schoolgirl, fumbling words of admiration to a would-be lover.
Alexis gave me one last long kiss and then took my hand and led me out a door. True to her word, a short hallway that opened up into the bedroom next door. My breathing became more rapid as we approached the bed, my son and his first lover embracing and asleep. I glanced up at the huge mirror and wondered…would somebody be watching me. My mind felt giddy as I realized I was about to crawl naked into bed with my son. Was I brave enough, crazy enough to make love to my own son?
“Eve,” I heard Alexis whisper. Eve opened her eyes and looked upwards. Alexis put a finger to her lips and in a scant whisper said, “You were wonderful, Eve, but Chad’s mother will take over her son’s education now.”
Eve turned and looked at me, her eyes widening as she looked at my nakedness. She smiled at me and carefully disengaging herself from Chad, stood up. We faced each other, our bodies so similar that we could be twins. Apparently this situation was exciting her, as her nipples were swelling again.
“Oh, you are so going to love your son’s cock, Diana. Chad’s a wonderful lover!” Eve exclaimed.
I blushed more, convinced my skin was beet red as I stammered in reply, “Um, uh thank you! I just hope I can…um, be as great a lover to my son as you were!”
Alexis slid in and slipped an arm around Eve’s waist. “Eve was magnificent, but there’s nothing like a mother’s love!” She kissed Eve while her other hand caressed the dark haired woman’s hairy pussy. Then she crossed over to me and kissed me again. “For good luck,” she said and then she held up three fingers. “And here’s a little incentive, Diana. Imagine how good it will be when it’s your cunt cream mixed up with Chad’s spunk!”
She pressed her fingers against my lips. I opened my mouth in surprise and tasted my son’s cum and Eve’s juices. It was soooo good! I moaned as Alexis slipped her fingers out and sucked as much of the delicious mix off them as I could.
Alexis waggled her wet fingers at me and whispered, “Have fun!” and walked off hand in hand with Eve, disappearing through the door we’d just came from.
I stood there for long seconds after being left alone with my naked, sleeping son. I couldn’t take my eyes off his beautiful body…so much like his father’s when he’d been a young man. Muscled and stocky with a shock of my black hair above and below! Out of his thatch of black pubic hair, his cock emerged, thick and half erect and still bigger than most men erect! It made my knees weak and my pussy hot just to look at it.
I glanced once more at the large mirror and then didn’t give it another thought. I eased into bed, curling up against my son’s warm, firm body as Eve had done. I draped my leg over his upper legs, rubbing my hairy, wet thatch against his thigh. My breasts dragged against his skin, my nipples hard, rubbery and throbbing, aching to be taken in his mouth and sucked and bitten. Chad pressed back against me in his sleep, giving a contented sigh.
I slowly trailed my hand across his flat stomach and down into his pubic hair. Scarcely believing I was doing so, I wrapped my fingers around his cock, now slippery with a thick coating of his own semen and Eve’s pussy cream. My heart was beating so hard I thought it would explode. I was so excited and it felt so…so right to have my son’s penis in my hand. It was if it were meant to be! I could barely get my fingers around his cock. Slowly, I began to stroke Chad’s cock.
Chad sighed happily in his slumber. His cock began to grow in my hand, extending, becoming huge and long. My cunt muscles began to spasm…hungry for my son’s thick cock. I could smell my own scent now, mixing with the fragrant smell of Chad’s jism and Eve’s pussy.
“I love you, Chad,” I whispered. “Mommy loves you and needs you. Mommy needs your cock!”
Chad smiled in his sleep and mumbled, “Love you, Mom.”
I eased downwards…making my way to my son’s crotch, unable to take my eyes off his now towering erection! I felt compelled to get closer. My nostrils flared and my senses reeled as I inhaled the scent of sex…semen and pussy cream, a scent becoming stronger and stronger as my face neared my son’s hard penis. I couldn’t help myself. I flicked my tongue out and licked the shaft of Chad’s cock. The taste of sex just fed my lust. Chad sighed as I licked it again and again. I stretched out along side my son and took his swollen cockhead in my mouth, allowing my tongue to dance and flit over his spongy, but firm flesh. Chad’s cock pulsed in my mouth. I began to suck him, barely able to contain my desire for him. I wanted to possess my son in every sense of the word.
Chad shifted and moaned softly, “Mom! Mom, I love you.” I almost answered him, but couldn’t yet bear to release him from my mouth. Slowly I took more of him…old talents beginning to come back to me.
I started as I felt his hand grip my ass, pulling my crotch towards him. I groaned around a mouthful of erect penis as I felt his breath on my sopping wet muff. I sobbed as I took more of him down my throat and I felt my own son’s fingers ruffling through my hairy mound, sliding between my already blooming labia and slipping into my hot cunt. My body felt like it had caught fire as Chad’s fingers swirled around inside my creamy pussy!
Just as my lips brushed Chad’s pubic hairs and I was feeling immensely satisfied having successfully deepthroated my son’s cock (oh, how Charles loved me doing that to him!), I almost choked on his flesh as I involuntarily gasped as I felt my son’s tongue roll sloppily over my cunt lips and slip into my wet slit! Oh my god! My son had his tongue in his mother’s pussy!
I bucked my cunt up against my son’s face as I began to wetly and noisily sucked his throbbing cock. Chad had no experience in pussy eating, but he was an eager student and appeared to be listening to my muffled moaned and squeals as he sloppily lapped at my quivering, juice drenched twat, learning my magic spots
I felt an orgasm begin rise inside me and although I was enjoying his enthusiastic muff diving efforts, I wanted his cock inside me the first time my son would make me cum. I moved away, despite his protests and let his cock slip from between my lips…a string of precum stretching until it broke to splatter against my heaving breasts. I turned and gazed at my son, my hair down in my eyes. “Mommy needs her baby’s cock deep inside her!” I growled in a husky voice.
Chad started to sit up, but laughed as I put my hand on his chest and pushed him back. “Oh wow…Eve…you seem so much like my Mom!”
He didn’t realize Eve had been replaced with the real thing, but as I straddled him and my thicker, more unruly bush came into view and I hovered over his cock…my pussy lips trying to clasp and swallow his cock head, I think he started to realize it wasn’t Eve about to fuck him. I whipped my head around, making my long hair fly away from my face. Chad’s eyes widened as I lowered myself down on his thick pole. “I said, Mommy needs her son’s cock and I meant it…son!” I said as my pussy enveloped his cock. Despite being stretched by Alexis’s big dildo, Chad’s monster dick was tight inside my cunt, stretching my flesh even more to allow him to cram his meat inside me. As wet and open as I was, I could only slowly work my way down, amazed that for all the cock I took inside, there was more to accept.
“Mom? Mommy, is this a dream?” Chad gasped as he tried to fling himself upwards, trying to bury more of himself in his mother’s womb. His hands reached up and took hold of my heavy breasts, palms rubbing and teasing my erect, button nipples. “Oh Mom! I love you!”
“I love you too, Chad!” I replied, my voice rising as I worked more of his cock into me. “It’s no dream, darling. Mommy’s going to fuck her little boy and make him cum and cum!” My last words were a scream as my furry bush brushed his pubic hairs and I took all of my son’s long, thick cock inside me…the head pressing deep against my cervix. My cunt muscles pulsed and massaged the length of his penis. I wanted him. I wanted to fuck my son and I wanted his seed. I rolled my hips, beginning the oldest dance in the world…the mating dance of a man and woman. Suddenly I knew I had to have his seed. Suddenly I wanted my son’s child!
I ground my cunt against my son’s crotch and leaned over to kiss him, reveling in the sensation of Chad’s cock pushing deep into my womb as my heavy breasts dragged across his hairy chest. My lips found his and I sighed with contentment as our tongues danced for the first time. He wrapped me in his arms and continued to thrust upwards into my pussy while I sought to keep all of him inside my steamy wet snatch. We began to rock together as if we’d been lovers for years. We moved together so well, our bodies quickly becoming slick with sweat. I opened my eyes and found that Chad was looking at me. Our kiss ended with us both whispering, “I love you,” to each other.
I felt so incredible. As wonderful a lover as Charles had been, our son was something more. All those half considered feelings of the past few weeks now blossomed into full blown love and lust for my son. His cock filled me as I have never been filled, the sweet, erotic pleasure it gave me spread through my entire body. Orgasmic fire flowed through my veins, growing in intensity with each thrust of Chad’s lovely cock.
I sat up, arching my back as I dropped my weight on my son, feeling his erection slide upwards, scraping my insides, cramming me full of young cock. I imagine I looked like the very essence of incestuous, motherly love…my mouth open in raw, orgasmic pleasure, my nipples swollen and aching, my stuffed pussy on fire and flowing a river of pussy cream that thickly coated my son’s long, thick shaft.
A massive orgasm took me by surprise, wracking my body with shock after shock of erotic delight. I sobbed, “I love you, Chad!” as he added to my orgasm by raising his hands to my heavy, hanging breasts and began massaging them and pinching and squeezing my hard button nipples.
I gasped for breath as my orgasm waned. Chad paused and I shook my head quickly. “No!” I pleaded. “Don’t stop. Son! Mommy’s needed this for a long time!”
Chad grinned up at me. “Don’t worry, Mom. I’m going to be in you a lot from now on! I love you! This is my greatest fantasy come true!” For emphasis, my son thrust powerfully upwards as I was sliding down his cock, making me tremble with pleasure.
Our coupling became more violent now, more frantic! Our bodies slapped together with wet, smacking sounds as sweat and pussy juice mingles at our joined crotches. Chad’s thrusts become more rapid and he put more into each thrust, making me tremble with little orgasms each time I accepted his cock. I leaned over and he raised his head and began sucking my breasts…the sensation of his tongue rolling over my hard, throbbing nipples making me cream even more. Without warning, my son suddenly bit my left nipple, making me scream with pain and pleasure and amazement. His father used to surprise me in the middle of lovemaking the exact same way!
Another orgasm crashed over me, sending me into a frenzy of nasty bed talk as my body convulsed with the pleasure my son was giving me. “YESSSS! OH YESSS, FUCK MEEE, CHAD! FUCK MOMMY! BURY THAT FAT COCK IN MOMMY’S PUSSY! MMMM, BITE MOMMY’S TITTIES! OH GOD, MAKE MOMMY CUMMM! MOMMY LOVES YOU! MOMMY LOVES YOUR BIG HARD DICK, SON!” I was now bouncing frantically up and down on my son’s cock, swept up in orgasmic fury, seeking to get more and more of Chad inside me.
As my orgasm again receded, I became even more aware of the massive hard-on my pussy was clenched tightly around. Alexis’s words, “Your son has uncommon control,” came back to me. Chad had fucked his mother into two orgasms and showed no sign of reaching climax himself (although he had a beatific smile on his face as his mother massaged his cock with her cunt muscles). We smiled at each other, not speaking, our eyes alone conveying our love and devotion to each other. We savored the sensation of being joined together, cock, pussy and souls
Finally, my breath eased up and again I started to fuck my son. “Just lie back and enjoy this, son!” I said softly, my hands caressing his strong chest. Slowly, I began to ride Chad’s cock, easing myself up and down his erection, working my pussy muscles to massage his massive column of cockflesh. Up and down, always slow…agonizingly slow. Sweat poured off my aroused body as I rode my son. Erotic bliss waxed and waned inside me, each time bringing me closer and closer to the brink of unprecedented pleasure. Chad began to moan and sigh as I worked his cock. As I rode my son, I heard echoes of a rock song from my youth, “Slow Ride,” and I rocked my body in rhythm to that almost forgotten tune.
Sweet minutes that seemed like hours passed. Pleasure began to build again, reaching a peak and then going higher. I felt my own control begin to slip and I started to speed up. My pussy tightened around Chad’s cock as I slipped down on him one last time and like a dam bursting, my orgasm detonated. I began to cum, my pussy juices bathing my son’s penis in liquid heat.
Chad gasped as well and began to buck up into my womb and my orgasm went nuclear as for the first time my son flooded my pussy with his white hot semen and I mean flooded! I can’t recall ever receiving the gift of so much spunk at one time! I lost grip on the world then as everything went away except for my son’s face and his passionate cries of, “I love you, Mom!” and even that faded as pure orgasmic bliss of such intensity that I’d never experienced before took me away. If there is a heaven, this must be what it’s like.
I came back to myself eventually, discovering myself on my back and my son between my sprawled legs, still thrusting his cock into my cum drenched-semen soaked pussy. Finally, his cock slowly deflating, Chad slipped out of my clasping cunt and fell over to my side. We both panted words of our love to each other. As we both began to succumb to exhaustion, I noticed the lights dimming and almost felt modest enough to blush realizing that Alexis and maybe others had watched my son and I make love.
I woke to the feeling of fingers touching me, caressing me, exploring me. My son’s lips found mine and we kissed deeply like lovers always should. My hands found his cock, now impossibly hard again and I marveled at Chad’s recuperative abilities. My son shifted on top of me, spreading my legs and then lifting them to his shoulders as he thrust forward, guided by my hand, into my sodden cunt. In the twilight of sleep, my son fucked me till I begged him to cum in me…to give me his seed and make me a baby! He liked the sound of that. I realized that the idea of me swollen with his child excited Chad as he again flooded my womb with another massive load of his semen as I writhed in orgasm beneath him.
Basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking, Chad talked quietly of his long secret crush on me. “I’ve been in love with you forever, Mom! Even before Dad died, I’ve known I loved you.” Chad confessed that his father, my Charles knew how he felt. “Dad caught me masturbating to a picture of you in a bikini. He didn’t get mad or anything.” Chad squeezed my hand as he said, “Dad told me he was happy knowing I’d take care of you after he was gone!”
We both had tears in our eyes and I kissed my son’s cheeks clear of his tears and replied, “I know he loved us both and is smiling down at us right now!” It boggled my mind to think that perhaps Charles had this ending in mind when he first asked me to take Chad to Fulfillment…that even as he was dying, he was making plans for my happiness. And I was happy. Now in the arms of my son, his semen trickling from my pussy, I was as happy as I’d ever been.
My son and I fell asleep again only to wake up to the smell of bacon and eggs. A beautiful young woman clad only in a wispy apron was setting a tray full of food down for us. In a lyrical Irish accent, she said, “Compliments of Madam Alexis.” Both Chad and I watched her walk away, both of us appreciating the tautness of her firm butt. A tingle stirred feelings deep in my loins and I wondered silently what other hungers had been awakened in me by this place and by Alexis.
We ate ravenously and then my son and I began eyeing each other, anxious to continue what we had started when our hostess stepped into the room. Alexis was once again dressed, this time in a lovely dress that clung to her shapely form. She was carrying our clothes which had been cleaned and ironed.
“Good morning my dears,” she said smiling. She leaned over and kissed me, long and slow and then walked around the bed and kissed Chad in the same fashion. “Mmmm, your son is a wonderful kisser, Diana. He must have had a good teacher,” she said, offering me a wink. “I hate to say it, but it’s time for you to go home. Of course, I imagine things will continue on at home.”
Home! Suddenly all sorts of fantasies began to explode in my head. Fantasies of all the things my son and I could and would be doing as soon as we were home! We couldn’t thank Alexis enough, but she kept handing the credit back to us. “This is what this house is all about, dears. Fulfillment of what we need and desire.”
We dressed with Alexis’s help. Chad stood goggle-eyed as Alexis knelt and helped me with my panties, pausing to press her face into my hairy puss for a moment. He was then struck dumb when Alexis helped him with his underwear, taking a moment to lick his again hard cock and then saying, “”Ah, your mother’s creamy pussy cream, such a sweet taste on such a lovely cock!”
Alexis walked us out to our waiting car. She told us that she hoped we would return soon. “Chad’s membership is paid in full, Diana and you…well, you are always welcome here.” She kissed me again and then whispered in my ear as she deftly palmed my breast. “You make me wet, darling and you’ve not even tasted my pussy yet!” I knew immediately that we would return. That there were many more bridges to adventure left to cross.
Then we were gone, driving back across the Brooklyn Bridge. Chad and I could scarcely say a word. We just kept glancing at each other with the goofiest of grins. We were driving home to a new life and to fulfillment today and everyday for the rest of our lives.

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Modern Mage – Chaper 5

Another Chapter down, hope those of you who like the story are continuing to enjoy it. I got a little more character development done and brought another important player for the direction I have in mind for the story into play. I know the story is going slowly, however I’m writing that way because I want it to unfold properly and keep the quality of writing up. As always please leave feedback or Message me with questions. Thank you all again for reading.
I turned and put the envelopes into one of my bags before heading to the Valet with Sindee to retrieve my car. We drove back to Sindee’s and moved my bags in. Besides the two from my room there were 4 more bags in the trunk of my car. When I decided to move to Las Vegas, I packed up my clothes and personal belongings, sold everything else. Traveling is a lot easier if all you have to carry with you are 6 bags. We spent the rest of the afternoon getting my stuff organized and relaxing. My mind was on the letters sitting in my bag. I didn’t know which one worried me more, the one from my brother or the one with the old wax seal. I hadn’t seen or spoken to my brother since I was 16 until chance brought us together at the hospital a few weeks ago. We barely said anything to each other at that time either. It was unlikely that the letter contained good news.
The one with the wax seal presented a different issue. The archaic seal could have been used by almost any type of supernatural being or even a mortal with a flair for the overly dramatic. The first thing that concerned me about it however was that among the Supernatural races the ones most like to use such a seal were Vampires. While there are many younger vampires in the world; they are usually the foot soldiers and modern face of the species. The older Vampires are much more dangerous than the young lady I fought with. The older the vampire the more time they’ve had in order to gain in strength and abilities; and to make matters worse they have the patience to play the long game. Marcus taught me to avoid Vampire politics at all costs; to not reveal what I am to them. Thinking back to the night I fought the bloodsucker in my hotel room; I had yanked the curtains open to give me light to see by meaning someone could have seen the fight if they were watching her. There were too many possibilities; I needed to stop speculating and do some research.
I also had to tell Sindee about my world and soon before we moved any further in our relationship. If I was going to try to awaken Sindee to the greater reality I needed to prepare a few things and make a couple of calls. I wanted to make sure that if and when I did this, it had the highest chances to succeed without having a detrimental effect on Sindee. What scares me about doing this is simple to explain. Most Mages I’ve met are singular beings. While some Mages form cabals, basically a group of mages working together sharing knowledge, they are still disparate individuals. I have yet to meet a Mage is a relationship other than casual hook-ups. This concerned me when I first thought about why that would be and I came to an answer I didn’t much like. Because as Mages we had the ability to impose our will on the world, including on other people, we tend to do so without thinking about if we should do so. This idea bothered me because of what I did the first night here in Las Vegas. I didn’t actually change her mind as much as lower Sindee’s inhibitions leaning her in the direction of doing what she felt like over what she thought was best. I always saw the distinction as a gray area before. Now, if I knew a Mage or other supernatural being used a power on Sindee I would seek their destruction with the full measure of my abilities and willpower. It’s strange how emotional ties can alter ones perception easier than Magick.
The first call I made an attempt to get ahold of Marcus again. Many Mages, including myself, tend to stay on the move. It gives us more opportunity to learn and makes it less likely that someone will come to know us and accidentally discover our secret. The longer one stays in one place the more complacent and relaxed they become. The measures taken to keep our secret become lax. There are so many dangers in our secrets getting out that we are very protective of them. I’ve spoken of Hunter’s briefly before, I’ll go into a little more detail now. I had been staying with Marcus training for 9 months and was learning how to manipulate the Spheres at this point. Learning to Sense each of the Spheres comes quickly as once you understand that while they are each different, sensory magic is very similar no matter what you’re trying to detect. We had gone into the woods outside of town so he could teach me how to manipulate Life so that I could learn to heal myself and others. He was showing me how to speed up growth and regeneration on plants before we moved up to complex life forms. Never perform Magick on anything unless you understand what it is you are trying to do. While we were working a man stepped out of the woods into the clearing. He was around 6 feet or so, looked to be in his 60’s though he could have been older; it was hard to tell in the shade of the trees. He wore a pistol on his hip and had an old Winchester rifle aimed at Marcus. “Been a while Marcus, you aren’t an easy man to find,” he spoke loudly from across the clearing. “You gonna try to hide from me forever?” There was a trace of southern accent in his voice but I couldn’t place it exactly.
Marcus turned to face this man and spoke clearly, “I told you last time Jackson, stop following me or it will end badly for you.”
“That was 30 years ago, and I didn’t have a clue as to what you could do then. I know now and you’re going to pay for what happened.” I looked closer at Marcus closely when Jackson said this. Marcus looked like he couldn’t be older than 25, even when using my senses with the Life Magick we were practicing today I wouldn’t put him any older. Marcus stood about 5’8” and weighed in around 180. “You’re all abominations and shouldn’t be allowed to live in this world.” As he said this he pulled the trigger, I felt Marcus pull Magick and knew he was doing something. I immediately turned to dive behind the closest tree. As good as my reflexes were, they were no match for that old man’s speed with a rifle. Jackson worked the lever on the rifle as he swung it towards me; guilt by association I assumed. I was in the air as I felt intense pain in my left shoulder from the back. This being the first time I’d ever been shot, I was unable to focus past the pain to help Marcus.
“Jackson stop now or I stop holding back,” Marcus was back on his feet staring down the older man. “You have no idea what happened or why I left. It happened before you were born, and all you’ve been told are the memories of a bitter man.”
Jackson swung the rifle back at Marcus firing as soon as he was lined up in the sights, “You’ve been too long in the world and it’s time for you to die!!!!!!” he screamed as he worked the lever firing 4 shots in quick succession.
They each stopped about a foot in front of Marcus as though they hit a wall. I felt and saw Marcus throw a crackling bolt of Prime energy itself at Jackson. He screamed and fell to the ground curled in pain as Marcus walked over to him. Marcus tossed Jacksons rifle and pistol away and placed his hand directly on the man’s forehead. I had no idea what Marcus was doing and couldn’t concentrate enough to read the Magick he was performing. A few minutes later Marcus stood up and walked over to me. He placed his hands over the wound on my shoulder and I felt the flow of Magick. The pain ceased immediately, but the shoulder started to itch as I could feel the wound start to close. The itching came for torn flesh and tissue stitching back together. When it was finished even the skin of the surface showed no sign that it had ever been damaged in the first place.
When we stood up and I looked around, Jackson was gone along with his weapons. Marcus looked like he was in pain, his joints were creaking and his movements were slow. I understood then what the Prime energy he threw at Jackson was. It’s one of the first active spells of Prime mages learn. It makes you feel as though all of your bones are rubbing against each other, grinding into dust in the body. Nothing is actually happening except the sensation is excruciating to the subject. Because he actively threw the effect it caused a backlash for Marcus. Marcus would be suffering similar effects as Jackson. Marcus could have avoided the backlash by casting the spell in a way that if blending with reality instead of breaking it. The more seamlessly our spells blended into reality and were acceptable to everyone the less likely or severe the backlash. There are other ways to reduce the likelihood or severity of backlashed but those take time and power to learn. I had known Marcus was a knowledgeable and power Mage, I now knew he was a Master of at least the Sphere of Life to be as old as the conversation hinted at.
“Marcus, how old are you in years, not body,” I asked.
“I’m a little over 80 years old and have been a Mage for more than 60 of them. I told you when we met that most Mages don’t die of old age or natural causes.” He smiled, “It’s up to each mage to learn how to extend their life on their own because there are many ways magic can do so. We aren’t immortal as you just learned the hard way. I had known his family before my change and shared my secret with them after. His father was a friend as kept wanting me to bring his the same kind of power I had, not willing to believe that I couldn’t do so. Mages can’t just be made at will. While a mortal can be awakened to the greater reality, it is rare that this becomes the Awakening of a Mage. When I explained this he accused me of betraying him and his family and tried to kill me. I was forced to stop him and it put him in a wheelchair the rest of his life. I didn’t have the knowledge to repair the damage I’d done. That’s what started my wandering. Now you know my sad tale as I know yours. You’re ready to continue on your journey Andrew, as I need to continue on my way.” With that he handed me a simple card that had a phone number on it, “That is so you can try to get ahold of me if you need to. It’s not a direct line, but a point of contact that I check from time to time. Leave no details, just a way for me to get back to you.”
We left the woods shortly after that and parted way at his home. He took a few bags out to his car and headed north as I did the same and headed to the west. We haven’t seen each other spoken since, the only contact we’ve had were the deposits I made into his accounts from the investments we made together. That was the first encounter I had with hunters, there have been others but Jackson was the only “Witch” hunter. Most hunters I have run into were Vampire hunters. I’ve seen many of them die because they were messing with things beyond their understanding. I’ve also seen groups of hunters that were very well equipped both with knowledge and weapons. These groups are the most dangerous as I’ve seen psychics and hedge wizards and others working with them as I traveled. I had a close call or two in my time travels but have so far as I know remained unidentified to them.
The second call I made was to the realtor to check on the purchase of the land and to get the architects number to schedule an appointment with them. I wanted to get the land purchased and include the mineral rights in the deed. I also wanted to get with the architect as a lot of design went into a Mages home. We needed to have all the usual amenities that every home had, but also needed some space to build a Sanctum. A Sanctum sounds so mysterious and I know you just pictures a dark stone room with an alter and strange symbols carved into the wall, or something similar from literature or movies and while some magic users; hedge wizards and Mages alike; go for that kind of gothic or dramatic look as that’s how they were taught a Sanctum doesn’t need to be that. A sanctum can be as small as a closet however I do prefer a little more space. What takes a sanctum and turns it into a Mage’s Sanctum is the time and power expended to place Wards all around the room. Again, I’m not speaking of carvings or spells written in blood or other such materials, wards are protections from each Sphere imbued into the physical construct. When you have a room properly and powerfully enough warded you can practice all forms of magic in there both coincidental, the blending of magic with accepted reality to hide it from sleepers, to what would be called vulgar magick, spells that break the fabric of accepted reality. A good example of this would be if a mage had to fight in the open and had no choice but to resort to using fire to stop their enemy. While a mage of even moderate power could easily throw a fireball down the street after an enemy everyone who saw it would create such disbelief that the backlash could easily kill the Mage as the spell backfired on them. A smarter mage would look for a way to make it blend into reality to be possible, like as the person was running past a utility box or near to maintenance access, having a gas line burst, engulfing the target in a ball of fire. While unlikely this is more acceptable to the masses and the mage may get away with no backlash at all or one of minimal effect on them. Even when there are no sleepers around outside of a properly warded sanctum, Vulgar spells usually cause some form of backlash as it is the break in reality not just the witnesses that cause this.
The next item on my list was to get registered as a student at UNLV. I was already an Investment Broker and Councilor as a profession, that had nothing to do with taking a couple of classes while here in the city. Students have access to the colleges’ library including any special collections related to the classes they take. As I have said before what a mage can do is limited to the Magick they could draw upon and knowledge of what they were trying to do. You’ll find that if or when Magick becomes acceptable to the general world that most of the Mage’s are students of some kind, always trying to increase their knowledge there by allowing them to cast many more spells based upon that knowledge. I still had to choose other classed, however I chose economics as 1 class as it dealt with my profession in the event anyone did look into my while I’m here in town. More than anything I was hoping to find some other Mages to share knowledge of the city with; it was a long shot but still possible.
The next week flew by as I waited to hear back from Marcus and started my first class. Sindee and I didn’t see each other as much as we did before I moved in and I was missing the time we spent together. Between my classes and meeting with the Architect during the days and her working night shift at the hospital we only saw each other in the early mornings when she got home and sometimes for dinner before she left for her shifts. I know I was getting depressed by this, as I wanted to spend more time with her. I decided to surprise at lunch this evening. I picked up dinner from one of the restaurants I knew she liked and took it in to her at work so we could spend sit and talk. We laughed and talked and all too soon she had to return to work. When I left for the evening, I felt better but all the more urgent about trying to arrange for her to be awakened. I didn’t want to lose her, and while that could still happen, it would if she didn’t know about my world and how to protect herself from it when I wasn’t around. I went back to the house after we finished and pulled out the letter from my brother. I’m not going to go into what was in it other than to say two things. My father was still ok, and it wasn’t good news that could bite me in the ass down the road some. Basically, it was for the most part what I expected as well as something I didn’t. We’ll come back to this in the future, say at the time that it bites me in said ass.
When Sindee got out in the morning it was the start of her weekend. We both decided to get some sleep before going out for the day. We took Sindee’s car and went out to Lake Mead, spent some time on the water with rental jet skis. When we arrived back at her house there was someone sitting on the trunk of my car, mostly hidden in shadows. I told Sindee to pull up along the curb and stay in the car. I hit the power locks as I got out of the car, “If any trouble starts call the police on your phone and drive away.” I closed the door before waiting for a reply. I moved sideways into the yard, putting distance between Sindee and I, yet not moving closer to the person sitting on my car. I called out, “Can I help you with something?”
The figure shifted, sliding of the trunk still standing so that the face was still covered in shadow. I called out again, “If you’re here looking for trouble you’ve chosen the wrong place. It that’s your intention, leave now or else.”
“Strong words from someone so young,” was the reply from our shadowed visitor. There was something familiar about the voice, but I was sure I’d never hear it at the same time. Then the figure stepped out of the shadows into the light, “Is that how you talk to all your old friends when you called them, and they drop what they are doing to come see you.”
The young man that stepped out looked to be around 14 to 16, he had short trim black hair, was about 5’6” and I couldn’t give you weight but he looked healthy, not heavy or muscular but he wasn’t skinny either. I was about to tell him I didn’t know who he was and we weren’t old friends when I noticed his eyes, those I knew. You know how they say the eyes are the window to the soul, in some ways it’s true. A person’s years can be read in their eyes if you know what you’re looking for, additionally, even as your appearance can change though many means, the eyes don’t unless you intentionally cover them. “Marcus!!!” my surprise at his appearance filled my voice at first, “How nice to see you again.”
Marcus laughed at me, “that’s at least a better greeting between old friends. Who’s the young woman in the car, and what does she know?”
“Sindee is the reason I called you as she doesn’t know anything yet.” I turned to wave Sindee into the driveway smiling as I did so to reassure her nothing was wrong. I walked over and opened the car door for her. “Sindee I’d like to introduce you to Marcus, he was a neighbor before I moved her. Marcus, this is obviously Sindee.”
“It’s my pleasure to meet you ma’am,” was Marcus’s statement and he took her hand. His body jerked a little as he had to stop himself from kissing the back of her hand. Something of an old fashioned gesture for someone appearing as young as he did.
Sindee took his hand, “Nice to meet you as well Marcus. Please call me Sindee, ma’am makes me feel like an old lady. So what brings you to Las Vegas?”
Fortunately she was looking at Marcus as I’m the look on my face revealed that I had no idea what to tell her. Marcus on the other hand was apparently better at thinking on his feet this evening as he replied, “I’m getting ready to start classes at UNLV. I’ll be staying in dorm on campus; however the room won’t be ready until tomorrow, fumigation. Andy there had sent me an email when he moved into town and then again when he moved here. I can’t check into a hotel, they won’t allow minors to stay alone even if they graduated high school at 15. I came hoping to ask him to get me a hotel room for the night.”
Thank god for Marcus’s brain and Sindee’s heart because her response. “Nonsense Marcus, you’re staying here tonight, and you’re welcome to stay a few days to visit if you’d like. I’m sure Andy would like the company.” She smiled as she called me Andy, so did Marcus as he knew how I felt about that particular nickname.
“Thank you Sindee, I appreciate that. Tell me how is it you know Andy please.” Marcus picked up his bad from beside my car as we continued the conversation.
The rest of the night passed with Sindee and Marcus getting to know each other. Her relating the tale of how we met and then came back together while Marcus told her, and by extension me, about his current back story shortened to match a 16 year old genius instead of the man he was last time we saw each other. I planned to talk to him at length and find out what happened to him soon. Sindee and Marcus hit it off like old friends, which would make things simpler having him around considering their age differences, both their visually disparate ages and well as the years that separated their actual ages.
We all spent the next day together just hanging out, introduced Marcus to some of Sindee’s friends and got him settled into his dorm room. He wasn’t kidding about setting himself up as a current student at UNLV. I still hadn’t had the time to talk to him about any of the many issues I was juggling at the moment, nor about what happened to him when we left him at the dorm that evening. We were leaving the campus when a feeling passed over me that I can’t properly explain. I know it came from my connection to the Magick but had no idea what it meant. My life was getting to be way to interesting even for me. We drove back to Sindee’s, the whole way that feeling becoming more and more oppressive. It didn’t feel like I was being watched either directly or by Magick as I would have felt that; not being able to identify the feeling was putting my nerves through the wringer to the point that I was unable to keep my face from showing some concern.
“Andrew, you look like someone stepped on your grave. What’s bothering you?”
“I’m not sure, you ever just get one of those feelings that you can’t explain? The kind that you know there’s something wrong or coming but you have no idea what it is?” I replied without thinking. “I just got this sense of something …..” I trailed off as I realized two very important things. First, I was very close to talking of Magick and my gifts with Sindee, and second I remembered when I felt something similar to this; the night it woke me up a little over five years ago.
As I went quiet, Sindee looked over at me and immediately pulled over. She put her hand to my neck checking my pulse, “Andrew, you’re very pale, is everything alright?” I didn’t know how to answer that one, my heart was racing at the thought of losing Sindee like I had most of my family.
I knew my heart had to be racing and I didn’t want Sindee to decide I needed to go to the hospital. I focused on my breathing and slowing my heart down. “I’ll be fine Sindee, just an Anxiety attack for some reason. Let’s just get home, have a glass of wine and relax. You’re the only doctor I want to see tonight.” I was sure about the feeling but didn’t know what it meant. Did it have to do with a new Mage awakening, was it something to do with another attack like back then. My heart rate was starting to pick up again so I looked over into Sindee’s amazing eyes and slowed my breathing. I used her eyes for a focus in meditating, thinking of the time we’ve spent together, the stories she told me of her growing up. My heart slowed and my breathing became normal after a few minutes.
Once I had calmed down Sindee reluctantly agreed to drive back to her house and not the hospital. The feeling faded as we moved closer to the house and I was able to relax more, it was still in the back of my mind but felt more distant. It still concerned me a lot as I didn’t know the meaning behind it. Sindee and I decided to go to bed early, after lying down I feel asleep easily with her in my arms but the sleep was restless. I dreamed of the night I awakened and lost my mother and sisters. Dreams and memory usually fade with time; however one of the Mind Magick spells I used on myself was to improve my memory giving me total recall. A very useful gift in most situations but when you have to relive the worst night of your life in horrifying detail, seeing things that you didn’t process at the time like the blood pooling out on the floor from my father’s skull or the look of pure terror in my mother’s eyes when that man grabbed me by the neck. Every second in the dream felt like an eternity and even though I knew it was a dream I couldn’t wake myself. I finally snapped awake after reliving the entire attack, Sindee was leaning over me looking at me face. She pulled me against her and held me tight after seeing the look of anguish on my face.
I’d not dreamed of that night since shortly after getting out of the hospital that first time. After reliving it in such detail I felt raw and drained, like I went through a wringer. Sindee just continued to hold me and whisper soothingly into my ear that I would be ok, she was here for me. I pulled her tight into me wrapping her tightly in my arms and just let the tension leave me. It had been a half hour before Sindee fell asleep. I already knew I wasn’t going to sleep the rest of the night between the strange sense I’d had earlier in the evening and the nightmare of my Awakening. I got out of bed careful not to wake Sindee. I walked into the other room and got a small case out of my suitcases. The case held what Mages call Foci, object used for focusing our Magick. Mages who belong to the organizations that specialize in different Spheres are trained from the beginning to use Foci. Those Mages are unable to cast spells safely without their Foci, the tradeoff for them was that it made learning to cast easier. I never learned about Foci until after I learned to cast. I kept the Foci in the case for use with certain spells and effects. I looked through the case to the Foci I used for Correspondence, the Sphere related to distance and space. I pulled out the little charm I had given to Jamie and brought with me when I left home. It was a gold infinity loop on a necklace. I had to reasons for giving it to hear, first as I used it for focusing my spells I had a connection that would allow me to find it over great distance. The second and more important reason is the infinity loop was a representation of my feeling toward Sindee. Somehow looking at the Infinity Loop I knew we were meant to be together.
I took the necklace and charm in their little box out of the case and put the case back in my luggage. I looked at the clock and knew Sindee’s alarm would be going off in about another hour. I decided to make her breakfast in bed, I know it’s not a grand romantic gesture but I’ve also come to know it’s the little gestures at the right moments that most women remember with the most fondness. I’m no chef but I can cook, so I made her a nice fluffy omelet with sausage, cheese and salsa. A glass of Orange Juice and the all-important cup of coffee as well as some toast completed the meal. I threw a robe on and quickly snuck out back to pick a rose for the tray. I found a small almost dead rose plant poking over the fence. I pulled a bud that hadn’t bloomed from it and went back into the kitchen. I focused on the flower and my feeling for Sindee into the flower. The dry stem turned from brown back to green and thickened as the Magick gave back the life that the desert had been pulling from it. I slipped the stem into a thin vase allowing the stem to pull in the water. The flower itself started to grow and open revealing a perfect white rose, as the spell came to an end a single petal of the rose turned into a copper red color like Sindee’s hair. I carried the tray in just as her alarm went off. Sindee reached over and hit the switch killing the alarm. She reached over to her side finding the bed empty I heard a mumble that sounded a lot like my name before she sat up in bed and looked around the room.
I walked over to her side of the bed when she looked around and spotted me, “Good morning Beautiful, I thought you deserved to be pampered this morning.”
Her eyes lit up as she changes positions letting me set the tray down in front or her, “Thank you Andrew, you know you didn’t have to do this.”
“Yes, I knew that, and you more than deserve it. Last night was hard, and probably would have been impossible if we weren’t together. I have no idea what I’d do without you. I have something else for you as well.” I pulled the little box with necklace out of my robe pocket and handed it to Sindee, “That was something I gave to Jaime when she was six, I told her that the infinity loop symbolized forever and that was how long I would love my little sister. I love you and want you to want you to know that love is also infinite.” I stopped talking and could see the tears in her green eyes as I said all this.
Sindee lifted the tray off her lap setting it to the side on the bed and stood up, “I love you too, I was afraid to say anything about it because we’ve only really know each other for a few months and didn’t want to scare you away.” She stopped talking and stood on her toes as I leaned down to kiss her. This was a slow gentle kiss, with all the passion and attraction we felt for each other tempered by the emotions we shared. I felt something strange in my connection to the Magick, but it felt right, not like the sensation from the night before. When we broke the kiss, Sindee pulled the necklace out of the box and handed it to me. Reaching back behind her head, she turned to face away from me and moved her long silken hair out of the way so I could put in on her. We sat down on the bed and shared the breakfast I made for her. We both wanted to stay in for the day but Sindee had an early morning staff meeting at the hospital today and I had to meet the architect again to work on the plans. Even being a Mage with an affinity for Time Magick there sometime weren’t enough hours in the day to do what you wanted.
Sindee and I got ready for our days, she had her meeting and lunch with the girls before needing to come home and sleep for work that night. I needed to see the architect then needed to go find Marcus and get the real story of what happened to him. Last item on my list was perhaps the most dangerous. I planned to do a Seeking…..

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this is the first time I have written a story some of the a were different ages so had to make a few changes to the ages which messed it up a little bit also constructive criticism and helpful advice would be appreciated for me to become a better writer if u do t like it don’t comment no Bs about bad it is just stay quiet imma be blunt but other then that I hope u enjoy

Champaigne Super Nova

Nothing but rain for a week getting depressed neause I’m so fucking bored. Sitting at home wondering what the fuck is next when am i going to get laid again it’s been like 2 weeks. I sit down on my bed again and continue kicking ass while I play street fighter committed to unlock all characters but not really caring at the same time. I decide to roll another joint and sit back and relax. I roll the best joints, crosses, tulips and so on pack of zig zags and a few grams of chron and i can make a peice of art that’s a shame to smoke. That’s how i got my name, Ziggy. I’m about 6 ft, 180 athletic build with a 7 in cut cock and thick. Brown hair blue eyes and give the best head I can whenever I can.
In the distance echo of my room I hear my cell phone ring and it’s one of my many straight friends mike. Almost all my friends are straight or bi curious i don’t have many gay friends that i hang out with often. I’m not embarrassed by them I love them, I just don’t fit in with them, they’re so Femi allot of the time with elongated sentences and you can’t have a good conversation with them. I’m gay because I like men real manly men who like cars and rock music and so on. Back to Mike; Mike is basically the definition of what I want in a man, he gets laid all the time, loves great cars and heavy rock music. He’s about my height with black hair and brown eyes. Greater body build more muscle and a bit hairy chest which I hate. But he’s a great friend. I invite him over to have a few drinks, when he shows up it stops raining and the sun comes out. It Gets hot fast and humid.
Mike shows up and we start drinking and playing video games and talking and hanging out. He’s 17 and I’m 19 but he’s a great friend like my little bro. after a few drinks of whisky and vodka mixed with juice we were hammered. He’s so hot; I’ve wanted to fuck him for ages. He’s been my best friend for life, since kinder garden really, I’ve seen him nude several times. When we go swimming at the lake by my house, no one else around we just go skinny dipping. It’s so much better but I always get so hard, swimming around in the lake nude with a friend I’ve always wanted to fuck so fucking hard. Taking any chance to get a glance at his big 8 inch cock that just screams SUCK IT! I can’t take this anymore I needed to fuck him.
After a few more drinks it begins to get hot and we take off our shirts and pants so we don’t have to sweat our asses of in them. I look over at his ass while he takes him pants off. He’s wearing designer boxer briefs, a sexy red with white trim outlining his hot ass and big friend. I roll another joint and we sit back on my bed and get baked. The playlist on my computer is on shuffle, Champaign Supernova comes on by Oasis. We sit back and relax, start talking about sex. Best sex, worst sex, hottest girls, greatest blow job and so on.
I reach over to my remote and turn on my TV. Not realising I left it on playboy, oops. I’m about to change it and mike tells me not to. Baked as fuck and watching weird positions hardcore porn. Sitting in my boxer briefs with this massive budge and getting bigger, I just say fuck it and just start rubbing my dick threw my underwear. I look over at him he he’s rubbing his but shyly. I look to him and just say: “just go for it man we’re both men don’t be afraid whip it out and jack off I don’t care”
Mike: I don’t know man it just feels kind of weird, (SIGH) I really want to get laid right now.
Me: Ya man two nights in a row you could of almost but the one girl was taken and Kristen had to go home last night.
Mike: I know man it’s killing me, fucking cock tease weekend
Me: well I don’t care about you I’m horny as hell and this is good porn I can’t pass up.
I pull out my cock and start jacking off holding my thick heavy dick trying to enjoy every moment of it but it got odd fast because he stopped. I knew he was staring at me. , staring at my dick as I jack off not to the movie any more but him watching me jack off. I look over at him again, I reach over and start rubbing his thigh getting closer and closer to his crotch. I just look at him
Mike: OK just this one time but we never mention this ever again to anyone
Me: Dude it’s alright this isn’t gay at all, it’s completely asexual it’s just one person helping a friend relief some tension.
It worked as I reach over and rub his massive cock threw his tight boxer briefs. I slowly slide my hand down beneath the elastic band, right down to the bottom of his balls. His cock was like half the size of my arm. I pull off his boxers and his cock Springs right out. It’s bigger than I thought I and he had massive balls. I start to rub it’s slowly, giving him the best hand job I have ever gone.
Mike: Suck it man I don’t care just suck it.
Me: ok man I’m going to give you the best head I’ve ever given, enjoy it.
I lower my mouth over the head and slowly suck the tip teasing him a little. I take my tongue and lick it up the back of the prick from the base to the tip. I take it all in my mouth and start going down further and further deep throating my best friend. He put his hand on my head as I go down again and all I hear is him moan and groan in satisfaction. I knew I’m doing great; I’ve wanted to suck this dick for so long. All those long sweaty summer days down by the lake and now I’m finally getting my wish.
Mike: omg man this is so good I never knew a guy can give head like this.
Me: Ready for the next part man, like we’ve already gone this far might as well get the whole experience.
Mike: damn man like head was one thing but fucking?
Me: well why not man have you ever been fucked or been fucked up the ass?
Mike: No man, never crossed my mind.
Me: Honestly man might as well try it, you’re already getting your dick sucked by a dude, and plus you never know you might like it.
Mike: fuck it, already this far.
Me: Lay down on your back
As he lay down I suck his cock a little more get him back in the mood. The porn still playing in the back and we’re both still fucking, fried from the weed.
Mike: omg man you are so good at this.
Me: Thanks man
I Pull his legs up and lube up his hot ass, I take a little on my hand and push my finger up his tight hole. Mike groans in a little pain while I stick my second finger up his hole and finger fuck it a little I tell him to completely I relax his muscles as hand him a joint for a second. He takes a huge haul and passes it back to me. I take a haul and put it down while I lube up my hard already dripping cum cock. I slowly push my massive rod up his ass and get about half way stop and let him take a breather. He Tenses up so much around my cock its feels fantastic. I’ve never fucked a guy with this tight a hole.
Mike: Oh my god man that is so fucking intense I don’t know how you can deal with this. Oh my god it feels so fucking good though, holly shit!
Me: just relax man it gets better.
He calms down for a second and the fucking ram my dick up his ass as far as I can get it. He screams in pain, screams of XTC. I fuck in again harder and harder never taking it out for an instant. Our sweaty bodies rubbing up against each other, I fuck him harder and harder. I take it out just for a second give him a chance to breath. I flip him over and pull his ass up into the air and I go at it again harder, fucking him doggy style. I was lost in my dream come true, finally fucking him I lost control and fuck him harder and harder, again and again. I stop, I’m about to cum and don’t want to in his ass. I want him to taste his first man cock, and enjoy it. I rip off the condom and stand on the bed.
Mike: What are you doing man?
Me: Sit up man
Mike: omg man that was fucking epic awesome, awe shit it hurts so much but it’s so good.
He turns around and see’s me standing on the bed, my dick at eye level with his face.
Mike: I guise it’s my turn isn’t it?
Me: it’s only fair man, like I already sucked your cock.
Mike: alright man sorry if I’m not great it’s my first time. Oh my god man your cock is so big I don’t know if I can take it all. I’ll try my best.
Me: Omg man that feels so great, suck it. Mmmmmmm
It honestly felt like heaven, for this being the first dick he’s ever sucked, it was one of my top 5 blowjobs in my life.
Me: omg man, suck it, take it all. Awe ya
I grab his hair and thrust my cock down his throat, face fucking him harder and harder.
Mike: How’s that Ziggy? You like that don’t you?
Me: My God man you suck cock like a pro. Fuck man suck it, take it all I’m going to cum. YES that feels fucking awesome man.
In an instant I lost myself again as pure desire takes over my mind. Losing all control of rational thoughts, a sense of pure Ecstasy possesses me. My heart beating faster and faster and my dick throbbing in delight as mike delicious moist mouth massages it with his tongue. I take it out again and he kisses and licks the head. With his tongue he slowly licks the shaft from the balls to the tip, sending bolts of electricity up my spine. I take his head one more time and ram my cock down his throat chocking him a little.
Me: Holly fucks man I can’t hold it anymore. I’m going to cum…
He sucks my dick more viciously taking it deeper and deeper without gagging. I hold is head on my cock as far down as it can go. Deep into his throat.
Me: I’m Cumming be rea… Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Awe awe yes suck it.
Fuck man huff huff Mmmmmm. Swallow it or you get it in the eye (Golden rule of blowjobs)
I get down on the bed and grab is head again and start kissing him. Full fledge make out getting a bit of taste of my own cum at the same time. I didn’t care, I love this guy. Mike flips me on my knees and spits on my ass to lube it up. He takes his huge 8 inch cock and shoves it up my ass. I scream in pain as he rams his huge rod in me.
Mike: My turn now bitch!
Me: Fuck me! Fuck me hard than anything ever!
He didn’t hold back, fucking me harder than I’ve ever been fucked in my life. I’ve had thicker cocks but this was different, it was amazing nothing like I’ve ever had in my life. I tense up to make it tight around his cock. It felt fantastic for both of us.
Me: holy shit man, huff huff this is fucking amazing. Fuck man harder.
Mike: ya you like that bitch, lol, oh god man this is so tight.
He fucked me harder and hard, faster and faster with his monster cock. It’s hurt so much but felt so damn good at the same time.
Mike: oh god man I’m going to cum
He screamed as he pulled his cock out of my ass. His huge muscles he flipped me on my back and sat on my chest, slapping my face with his cock.
Me: cum on my face man, paint me with your dick.
Mike: oh fuck man I can’t hold it in anymore… aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh fuck yaaaaa, Mmmmmmmm fuck aaah huff huff. Fucking like that bitch. Like it all over your face.
He must have shot the biggest load of white gold I’ve ever seen all over my face. I like my lips and taste all the cum he shot. It was so good, nice and warm, tasted well than anything I’ve ever tasted in my life. I wanted more so bad. I get up and take his cock in my mouth and suck out anything extra. Anything that got left behind in that monster cock.
Mike: Ha ha ha ha man that was awesome thanks again i needed that bad.
Me: fuck man that weed was crazy.
Mike: ya man we have to hang out again soon. What are you doing Saturday night I get off at 4?
Since then we’ve been the closer friends than ever before.

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