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Awakening pt. 5 (2)

After a couple of weeks at school Jess was starting to fit in. She’d made a few friends, and had become particularly close with Tyler’s ex.
Over the weeks I hadn’t exploited my powers as much but today, (after Jess’s request the night I’d had my fun with Hannah) I was planning on testing my limits.
Tyler’s ex was called Rebecca; she had wavy brown hair and blue-green eyes. Her angelic face was framed by her hair and her 34D boobs were incredible for her age and her body was the only one boys talked about when it came to girls.
Rebecca wasn’t a slut but she used her looks and, according to Jess, was a sure fire lesbian (or a Bi, at the very least), she just needed some encouraging.
That’s why Jess had signed up for netball practice and, I would be staying behind (invisibly of course,) to do a little encouraging,)
The lessons sped by and as the bell rang at three ‘o’clock I stepped into the boys toilets, flicked my switch, and stepped out to watch them practice.
At first, I was content to watch from the side of the yard they were on, but after a while I remembered my promise to jess, to let her know I was still there.
I floated up to the roof of the adjacent building, and picking my chance, I angled the ball someone had just thrown, and sent it flying into the Netball teacher’s face, it ricocheted with such force that it easily bounce up the side of the building and with a little encouragement, the ball managed to reach me and with a little flick a sent it spinning on the tip of the roof.
Some of the girls were pointing at their teacher, some had followed the balls path and jess was behind them all, trying to restrain her laughter. She struggled to wave at me but I got the message, I let the ball roll back down the roof and onto the court.
The teacher managed to carry on with the activities and I waited on the opposite yard as they walked down the slope towards the girls changing rooms.
I gently placed my hand in Jess’s to let her know I was still there but she kept a hold of it.
We walked down the yard and jess stopped, pretending to tie her lace, as she bent down I followed her and she whispered,
“You can come in if you want,” she muttered under her breath, grinning as she stood.
I kept a tight hold of her hand and followed her inside the forbidden area of school, where no boy had stood before.
I let go of her hand and settled myself into an empty corner of the room.
My gazed wandered lazily across the room examining each girl with a near expert eye, (with all the practice I was getting.)
First I examined the only twins in the school, both had auburn hair, long and tied behind them in a ponytail, they had both just relieved their bodies of the upper clothes and were both wearing white almost paper thin bras, with laces hanging from in front of where the tits would have been.
Second was Lucy, she was the most athletic person in the school and was taking part in the Y11’s cross country she was that good. She had a tight arse and small, but full breasts, she was hot in some ways but she treated a lot people around school like shit and I didn’t like her that much.
So, when she had unbuttoned her top to reveal her kinky black bra made of thin laced material, I wasted no time in popping the clip on her bra and sending it fluttering to the floor.
And, to my utter surprise she let it. The bra simply fell to the floor and she didn’t even attempt to stop it.
Instead she turned around and giving me a perfect view of her erect nipples she glanced around for something,
“Shit,” she groaned, “Had anyone got a spare clip, mines just friggin’ snapped?”
The girls around her said they hadn’t and she giggled, “Guess I’ll be going without then eh?” she grinned, her tits were seriously hard now and as she lowered her sport-skirt I saw a darker patch among the black material of her panties.
Watching seven girls strip around me was sending emergency messages to my cock, and in my invisible state I pulled out my cock and slowly started to massage my throbbing tool.
The other girls weren’t of much note. Not really any boobs of such, and simple full-panties, (Leaving pretty much everything to the imagination.)
Last dressed, and last out of the changing rooms were Jess and Rebecca.
Rebecca was still struggling with her bra and an almost naked Jess wandered across the room to help her.
“So why d’you split up with Ty?” she asked innocently undoing the twist in Rebecca’s strap.
“Oh, no reason, just got bored, y’know?” she sighed regretting something and jess poked for something more.
“Bored with what?” Jess asked grinning,
“Oh shut it you!” laughed Rebecca, sitting up straighter.
“So did he actually show you then?” Jess asked. I knew this was pretty painful for her, asking about the prick who’d tried to feel her, but she was putting on a brave face.
“No,” Rebecca sighed, “But I showed him, as a dare,” the grins returned on both girls faces.
“Really?” Jess asked, enticed, “Everything?”
“Noo,” grimaced Rebecca, “Just up top,” she sighed again,
“And . . .” Jess left it hanging,
“He didn’t seem that impressed,” Jess nearly choked,
“What!?” she coughed; “You’re kidding me right?” Jess was incredulous.
“No, he just kinda nodded,”
“O. M. G.” Said Jess slowly, “Your boobs are massive,” she finished untangling her friends bra and undid the clip, removing the bra and placing it on a bench.
“Look at them!” Jess cried, still behind Rebecca. “How could anyone not be impressed with that? Hell! I’m impressed with them!” Rebecca laughed,
“Really?” asked Rebecca shyly
“Are you kidding!? Porn stars would give a fortune for boobs like them!” they both laughed and jess sat down beside her friend, undoing her own bra.
Sat side by side jess looked down.
“Look, see. Your boobs are massive,” Jess said a final time.
“Yours aren’t the bad,” commented Rebecca, turning to get a proper look.
By now I had started pumping some seriously horny thoughts into her head and the two girls were sat very close together, with only their panties on.
“Really?” asked Jess drawing her friend on.
“Yeah, look,” Jess’s friend cupped her hands and held up both her breasts, “Look, nice and firm, not too big or too tiny, they’re great.”
Jess leaned into her friend, causing the pressure against her tits to increase, and cupping her hands under Rebecca’s boobs she looked into her friend’s eyes.
“I think you’re perfect,” said jess, leaning even more,
“I think you’re perfect too,” replied Rebecca closing the gap, their lips touching for a fleeting moment before jess snapped back.
“Not here, come back to my place.
Rebecca nodded and dressed, following her all the way back to the hostel.
I flew home and get back before them, I’d just settled myself on her desk when the door of Jess’s room flung inwards and the two giggling girls skipped in.
“You really think I’m perfect?” Rebecca asked, shyly.
“Of course I do!” Jess snuggled up to Rebecca and cupped her breasts again, “For god’s sake Becky, look at yourself, you’re beautiful.”
“Aaaaw . . . thanks Jess, you’ve been really nice to me since we met,” Rebecca pushed Jess back so she was lying on the bed, “And If I may say so, I think you’re perfect too.” The teenage girls giggled as they flirted with each other and Rebecca went to straddle Jess.
“So, Rebecca, you gonna show me your goods or what?” asked Jess, “So I can see if I was right or not,” she grinned,
“Of course,” nodded Rebecca slowly moving to unbutton her school shirt, “But you’ve gotta show me yours too,” she confirmed, hands stopping below her first button.
“I promise Becky,” Smiled Jess, “Now come on and get those buttons off!”
Rebecca wasted no time and soon her bare chested form had been pushed back and spread across Jess’s bed.
Jess sat beside her lying friend, grinning as her hand traced slow, lazy circles across her tummy and under her breasts,
“Oh Jess,” Rebecca moaned as the tingling began in her crotch, “Get a move on!” Jess leaned across her friend and placed a hesitant kiss on each nipple, looking up; Jess saw her friend nod her approval and carried on.
While gently pinching, tugging and twisting her friend’s right nipple, Jess set about twisting her tongue around her left.
Rebecca groaned as the tingling in her lower reaches increased, and Jess increased the speed of her administrations.
Flicking her tongue around and across Rebecca’s left tit, nibbling the odd occasion, and suckling gently; her free hand crept down towards her friend’s trousers and began to undo the clip.
Her right hand twisted and pulled the surrendered nipple with evermore pressure and speed.
As her friend opened her mouth to release another groan, Jess broke off her tit-teasing efforts and thrust her tongue into her friend’s mouth.
All other actions slowed to a halt as two best friends engaged in the most emotional kiss either of them had ever had.
Their tongues danced around each other as the two girls writhed around on the bed, kissing like no tomorrow.
Finally, after almost five minutes of rolling and kissing the girls fell apart and lay side by side on the bed.
“Becky?” said Jess, breaking the silence.
“Yes?”
“Y’know Tyler, did he ever, y’know touch you, down there like . . .?” Jess stuttered through the embarrassing question.
“No,” Rebecca answered, “Why?” she added, slowly.
“D’you want me to?” jess asked, sitting up and gazing into her friends eyes.
“What, like . . .” Rebecca stuck out her tongue slowly and wiggled it a bit.
Jess nodded, “Yeah, like that.”
“Mmm, I dunno,” Rebecca seemed hesitant and as I watch jess slowly stripped herself completely and began to do the same to her friend.
“Trust me, you’ll love it!”
“Oh, go on then!”
Jess finished stripping her friend and as she drove down on her friend’s innocent pussy I couldn’t help but admire her perfect round butt.
I watched in fascination as Jess ate out her friend. Tongue flicked over clit, labia and the shaved mound were her pubes would have been.
The tongue flickered across the surface of Rebecca’s sacred hole.
The speed of her flicks increased until Jess tongue was swiping across her friends opening furiously.
Suddenly, without warning, Jess dove deep into her friend’s cunt, licking and slurping she attempted to suck her dripping friend clean.
Jess’s unrelenting attention brought Rebecca to a climax outclassing any thoughts that she might ever have had of sexual pleasure.
Her juices flowed freely from her cunt and jess continued against hope to like clean her friend’s cunt.
“Oh, my, god!” panted Rebecca, “That was amazing!”
“Told y’ so,” said Jess smugly.
“But, I feel kinda guilty leaving you like this,”
“It’s okay, honest!” said jess leaning over her bed, “look,” as she opened her bedside drawer she revealed to both me and her friend a huge, veined, and battery powered 8 inch dildo.
“OH MY GOD JESS!”Rebecca gasped, almost screaming. “How do you get all that in?”
Jess just shrugged, “Practice, mostly,” she grinned, oh yeah, do you wanna got out with me?”
“What?”
“Do you, Rebecca, want to go out with me, Jess?” Rebecca paused for a moment,
“Wouldn’t that, like, make us lesbian?” Jess nearly choked right there.
She stopped for a second, then, looking down, Jess ran her tongue up along her friends still leaking cunt, over her belly button, up between her breasts, and stopped just below her chin,
“I dunno,” said Jess, “Are we lesbians?”
Rebecca laughed, then on a more serious tone, “But wont we get bullied ‘n’ stuff?”
“Nah,” my best friend, Ryan, he’ll K-O anyone who picks on us,”
Rebecca was silent for a moment, “Was he the guy that, head-butted Ty?” Jess laughed,
“Yeah, that’s him,”
Rebecca nodded,
“Okay them, I will go out with you, but lets take it easy, at school at least,” Jess nodded,
“Of course.”
I decided to leave them then, as they began to lick each other clean, and once again, I found myself staring across a grasy valley, down to a temple, and a shrine to Aphrodite.
Hope you enjoy, any comments are always welcome and if anyone wants to add them to the story just let me know, 8 – )
Next one in the pipeline, = )

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Queen Yavara: Chapter 13

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Catfish -Chapter 3-

Ella spent almost every day for the next few weeks talking to Ben. They told each other everything about themselves and were dangerously close to becoming more than friends.
Eventually, having to get on the computer to talk to each other was too much of a hassle, and they were both spending way too much time hiding in their rooms.
Ella’s mom had gotten her a cell phone with an unlimited texting plan, and Ella assumed she’d never use it. But when Ben asked for her phone number so they could text each other, she realized it was a very good present from her mom.
After this, they just began talking more.
Ben was 19 as well, but he was in his sophomore year of college at the University of Illinois. He had lived in Illinois with his family his whole life. He had two sisters, and he had a brother, but he died the year before. Ben would hardly talk to anyone about losing his brother, but talking to Ella about it made him feel better. She was the only person who didn’t make him feel ridiculous for still being sad.
Ben was majoring in psychology; he wanted to be a psychiatrist. Ella often talked to him about her relationship with her mother. She still wasn’t sure how much she wanted Jenna in her life, even though she was putting herself in a pretty permanent position.
Ella couldn’t convince herself to forgive her mom. What she had done to Ella wasn’t fair. She lost most of her life as a kid, and had to grow up way too fast.
Although Ella was very grateful for her mom sending her to college, and buying her a phone, and providing her and Abby with a house that Ella didn’t have to constantly be working to pay off, she was still hesitant about her.
What if she decided to leave a week before Ella was supposed to leave for college? What if she changed her mind and decided not to spend thousands of dollars on Ella’s education?
With Jenna, Ella never knew what to expect. She didn’t expect to come home one day three years ago to a note saying that Jenna was just gone. She didn’t expect her to show up randomly like she did a few months before. Ella most definitely didn’t expect that her mother applied her to the college of her dreams, and the offered to pay for her four years there.
So far, Jenna hadn’t done anything to make Ella doubt her. She was keeping up with the bills, all on her own. She was going to work every day, and cooking dinner every night. She took care of Abby, and she did everything a mother was supposed to. She and Jimmy were trying to make this the perfect family, and they were doing a pretty good job. But Ella was just scared that something could go wrong, or just change suddenly.
Talking to Ben about this helped; he made her see that Jenna was really making an effort, and Ella should try to meet her halfway. It was obvious that he was right, but Ella was still hesitant. She was doing as best as she could, she just needed time.
It was July 5th. Ella was counting down the days until she left for college; 52 more days. She and Ben were getting more and more serious. That day, July 5th, something changed.
Ella couldn’t deny that she had feelings for Ben. But she didn’t know what to do about those feelings. Ben didn’t know who she really was. He didn’t know that she was a year younger than she had said. He didn’t know that she didn’t live in Florida. He didn’t know that she didn’t go to school there, and that she hadn’t even started college yet.
Sometimes, she considered just cutting off all ties from him. She had almost done it a few times; she could just delete his phone number and change hers. It would be that simple.
But for some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She knew that she owed him more than that, and she didn’t think she would be okay without talking to him every day.
Before Ella could do anything about it, Ben took the matter of their relationship into his own hands. It came out of nowhere and Ella was not expecting it at all. They were talking about something completely irrelevant when he said it.
Ben: I have to tell you something.
Ella’s stomach clenched. The first thing she thought was that he knew. He knew she lied and he hated her. She tried to brace herself for him saying this.
Ella: Okay… what is it?
Ben: I like you…
Ella let out a deep breath as she read this. He didn’t know… and he liked her? What was she supposed to do now? Could she date him? If it didn’t go anywhere, it would save her the humiliation of telling him the truth, even though he deserved it. But what if it did go somewhere? He would eventually want more from her, and she wouldn’t be able to give it to him. She couldn’t give him a picture of herself. She wouldn’t be able to talk on the phone to him, or Skype him, or ever meet him face to face. But it would be really hard to tell him that she didn’t like him, even though she did.
Ella: I like you, too…
She didn’t know if this was the best thing to do, but she couldn’t deny that her feelings for him were too strong to let him slip through her hands.
After this, their relationship changed. They weren’t exactly dating, but the way they talked to each other was different, almost like they were dating. But eventually, Ella realized she was right, and that Ben would want more.
There was now only 24 days until she left for college, it was August 3rd. Ben was starting to get curious, and Ella could tell that they didn’t have much time left together. She had decided that she was going to tell him the truth. She didn’t know when, and she didn’t know what she would say; only that she had to do it. She owed to him to be honest, even though she knew that that would be the end of them.
She wasn’t planning on doing it then, but one day, the guilt got to be too much for her. Ella was almost in tears just thinking about what she was doing to him. She was leading him on, and making him believe that they were going somewhere, when he didn’t even know the basic things about her. She told him that she had to tell him something, and that she was really scared to say it. He got really worried and had to practically beg her to say it. He had no idea what it would be, and she was acting really strange.
Ella: I hate that I have to tell you this. I wish I had never done it, but I did, and now I have to deal with it. I lied. I lied about where I live, how old I am, and what I look like. I never thought that our relationship was going anywhere, and I thought my life was so boring that I just made stuff up. But now the problem is that I’m falling in love with you. I know I’ve led you on, and lied to you about such stupid things. And I know that you most likely won’t want to speak to me after this, but I just thought I owed you the truth so that you can just forget about me and move on.
For the next few hours, they argued back and forth about this. It turned out that Ben had lied too, but only about his age. He wasn’t in his sophomore year of college; he was actually just about to start college, just like Ella. But that was all he lied about; everything else was the truth.
Ella told him the absolute truth about everything. She didn’t leave anything out.
He was really angry at first, but he eventually calmed down. He told her that he was really upset that she didn’t trust him enough to say who she really was. And her saying that she didn’t think their relationship was going anywhere is what hurt him the most.
After a while, he told her that he could forgive her if she promised to never lie to him again. Ella was so happy, she was in tears. She couldn’t believe that they were okay; he still wanted her. She was so sure that this was the end, and she was going to lose him forever. He told her the reason why he forgave her was because he had lied too, so it wasn’t fair if she forgave him, but he didn’t forgive her.
And also, because he was falling in love with her too.
So, their relationship changed, yet again. They were closer than before, because now they weren’t constantly feeling bad about lying to the other.
Now that Ella actually saw them being together as a real possibility, she wanted more. She wanted to talk on the phone, and Skype but she wanted nothing more than to see him face to face.
On August 16th, when there were only 11 days left, Ella realized something. She had gotten so caught up in making up with him that she didn’t bother sending him a picture of what she really looked like. She was very nervous; Ella didn’t understand how beautiful she was. She thought that if she wasn’t blonde and a cheerleader, boys wouldn’t like her.
When she sent it, she had tons of butterflies in her tummy, and she was terrified that Ben wouldn’t think she was pretty.
She was wrong.
When Ben saw her picture, he couldn’t believe how beautiful she was, and that she would want to hide it by pretending she was blonde. He had never particularly liked blondes, but hadn’t ever thought a redhead could be so gorgeous.
He sent her a picture of himself, too. He was very nervous sending it, even though he knew he was a good-looking guy,
Ella was surprised by how he responded to her picture; telling her that she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She was even more surprised by his picture. She knew he had dark hair, but that was pretty much all she knew about his looks.
His picture showed just from his shoulders up, which Ella was thankful for. It’s not that she didn’t appreciate a guy with a nice body, just that it was annoying when the only picture a guy would take was one where they were standing in front of the mirror with their shirt off, scowling.
In his picture, he wasn’t smiling, but looking off into the distance, like he didn’t even know someone was taking a picture of him. He had dark brown hair that was somewhat long and curly. His skin was tanned, and he wore a light blue shirt, which just made it look tanner. She could see a necklace around his neck; a dog tag. Ella remembered him telling her about that, the one he and his brother had matching ones of, and after his brother died, he rarely took it off.
The thing that stood out most to Ella in the picture was his eyes. They were a deep green color, similar to hers. But against framed by his dark skin and hair, they stood out so brightly, and Ella could hardly look away from them.
Ella considered this a milestone, and she was happy to pass it. The next one was talking to him on the phone, which wasn’t nearly as scary as she expected it would be when it happened.
They were talking one day, just like normal, when Ella decided to take the next step.
Ella: I wish I could hear your voice…
She said this, hoping that he would catch on and feel the same way. He did.
Ben: Why can’t you?
Ella didn’t know what to say, but a few minutes later, her phone was ringing. She hesitantly answered it, but let out a deep, relieved breath when she heard, “Hi, beautiful.”
His voice was deep, and she found it extremely sexy. She hoped her own voice didn’t shake too much as they spoke.
After they hung up, she checked that off of her imaginary milestone checklist as well.
Another time, when they were talking, Ben did another thing that she wasn’t expecting.
“I wish I could kiss you…” He said, and she bit her lip. Just the thought made her tummy flutter.
“So do I… I can’t wait until you can,” She replied.
“Mm, me too. I can’t wait to feel your soft lips against mine as I hold you close against my body…” Ella was close to tears. She didn’t want to wait. She could hardly stand the anticipation.
“Yeah…” She said, hearing her voice break just slightly as she spoke. She hoped he didn’t hear it, but he did.
“Ella? What’s wrong? What did I say?”
“Nothing… It’s just that I don’t want to wait anymore. I want to see you, and kiss you and hug you. I want to hold your hand. I just want you to be mine.” She tried to steady her voice, not wanting him to hear her cry.
“Ella, I’m already yours. There’s no one that can make me feel the way you do. I want to see you too, and I’m so sorry it makes you sad that I can’t be there right now.”
Ella took a deep breath. “I’m yours, too Ben. I love you…”
“I love you, too Ella.”

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Sins of the flesh chapter 2

“Mmm… that’s it Rolo, move yourself…yes…like that..”
Hands gripping the young assassin’s waist, moving them in time with the thrusts that were pushed into him, their skin meeting with an audible slap with every thrust.
“Ah- that feels so good Rolo, don’t stop…”
His husky voice, laced with lust and pleasure sounded like the most beautiful sound to the younger boy as he moved, driving the hot, hard length even deeper into his body, throaty gasps and moans leaving Rolo’s own parted lips as pleasure coursed though him, and he could feel his climax approaching.
“Ahh…Nii-sama…”
“Yes Rolo…come for me…”
Rolo woke up with a gasp, his body shuddering from the aftermaths of the orgasm that tore through his body. He found himself quite breathless, his heart beating hard against his chest as if the encounter he just had in his dreams were real.
“God…”
These dreams really had to stop.. It was hard enough as it was facing his brother in the morning ever since he had started to develop these feelings, and these erotic dreams didn’t make things easier. He looked down in dismay at his wet pyjamas and hoped it had not soaked through to his sheets, but…it had.
Damn it damn it damn it…
The teen slid out of bed, sighing as he tugged the sheets off his bed, glancing at the clock. His alarm clock hadn’t gone off… He was fretting about where to put the sheets when he heard his brother coming up the stairs and panicked, rushing into his en0suite bathroom taking the offending sheets with him, closing the door in time to avoid Lelouch letting himself in after a brief knock.
“Rolo! You’re going to be late for school…oh.” Lelouch found his brother’s bed was empty, and looking a little ruffled as if the boy had got out in a rush. He sighed, smiling a little to himself as he made the bed properly, realising it was sheet less. What in the? “Rolo…are you alright?” he asked, speaking toward the closed bathroom door.
“Yes…I’m fine Nii-san I didn’t notice the time…I’m sorry I’ll be right down!”
“…alright then. I’ll be downstairs okay?”
“I’ll be as quick as I can!”
Rolo breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the older boy leave, and could hear his steps descending the stairs. Thank god. He peeled off the damp clothing, wondering what in the hell to do with it. He guessed he would worry about it later as he turned on the shower and stepped in, washing all traces of the dirty dream from his body. This was all so unlike him, but he couldn’t seem to stop it. The more he tried to fight it, the worse it got, like he was trapped in quicksand, sinking rapidly,deeper and deeper into the obsession that was Lelouch.
However, it wasn’t such a bad thing, as Rolo had started to realise. His brother did indeed love him, from the bottom of his heart, Geass or not and that was all the assassin could ask for. It was happiness, of the normal, regular kind that a lot of people took for granted. Having family who cared for you unconditionally, simply because you were related by blood. He was aware Lelouch would probably never feel for him beyond that of a brother, but it didn’t matter.
Blood is a strange substance.
It was a bad idea from the start- Rolo didn’t like the sound of it the moment he heard it. “Babylon tower, Nii-san?” he asked looking up from his breakfast that fateful morning, after having rushed his clothes on and bolting downstairs. “It’s dangerous there…”
“I just need a lift- Rival is busy till evening, and by that time I want to be back here…”
“…B…but..”
“You don’t have to come in, just drop me off…please? I know I’m a bad brother for asking you, but I don’t see any other option…”
“…F…fine Nii-san…” It was Rolo’s weakness. He just couldn’t say no to his brother, even if all his senses were telling him it was a bad, bad idea.
“Thanks Rolo. I really appreciate it.” iThat/i smile again. The one that made the young boy’s heart slowly melt into an unrecognisable puddle. He knew somewhere inside he would do anything for that smile to be reserved only for him.
Anything
xXx
Of course, Rolo ended up following his brother into the damned overgrown gambling den, nervously looking at their surroundings, he felt like they stood out, black in a sea of colours- their uniforms too bold a colour, too prim, almost too child-like in this “adult” world to blend in.
He tried to tell himself it was because it was his job to keep an eye on him (It was, it was his mission) but in reality, it was because he relished any time he had with the former prince.
It was one more memory they would share, one more truth within the long intricate lie the world had woven for them- one Rolo had helped create, but somehow he had ended up tangled in it as much as Lelouch had. He disliked crowded places, they made him feel uncomfortable. he preferred it in the private of their own home, deep within Ashford Academy; Lelouch’s cadge, Rolo’s sanctuary.
Peeking into the main stadium, Rolo was quite horrified by the sight of the two Elevens who had been made to fight each other for the Britannian’s entertainment. It wasn’t really the violence itself that irked the boy- he was no strange to bloodshed, ofcourse not. It was that they were brothers… it gave him a chilling reminder of what he will probably have to do one day; kill the brother who had loved him, who he had fallen so deeply in love with, for the entertainment of Britannia. All so not to fail the mission. He could not be a failure. The thoughts were repeating themselves in Rolo’s mind when he felt an arm around his shoulder. He looked up slowly, his light violet eyes meeting his brother’s darker ones.
“You shouldn’t watch things like that if they upset you.” Lelouch said gently “You’re kind, Rolo, so I know these kinds of things get to you. Come on, let’s go elsewhere, it’s not the most tasteful sport in the world, too primitive and barbaric but then you would expect it from the nobles and the like who hang around here…They are all mindless animals.”
Kind? Only Nii-sama would call him that. His thoughts as he leaned in a little into Lelouch’s arm, seeking comfort and showing affection, something that now came naturally rather than the forced act he had to put on the first few days. Most other people described him as detached, aloof, distant. Unfriendly, unlovable, cold-hearted. He could honestly say, he could like himself a little more when he was Rolo Lamperouge. He would never be as popular, charismatic or intelligent as his brother but he still could say for the first time in his life he could like himself, just a little bit. A small smile started to play on the blond’s lips, his hand that was in his pocket gripping the small heart locket, his precious token of love from his brother. He felt like somehow, nothing else really mattered as long as their bond existed. It was supreme security, and Rolo revelled in it.
Unconditional love. What a strange, amazing thing.
xXx
“Get him!” The moment the dark skinned Mafia boss had barked those words toward the teen, Rolo’s reflexes had sprung up from their dormant state. He would protect his brother no matter what- or so he would have if not for the violent explosion that rocked the building, making him not be able to activate his Geass. Before the young boy knew it, a girl had grabbed Lelouch’s hand and was making a fast get away with him.
So they have come for Nii-sama. To take him away.
I won’t let them.
The soft jingle of the small bell attached to the heart locket he always touched for strength and luck rang across the room as Rolo’s right eye glowed the familiar shade of red. May he would be lucky enough to escape death from using his cursed gift this time. Enough luck to have the strength to protect his brother from those who wanted to use him. Black knights or Britannia- they were both the same. They both wanted his brother for their own selfish needs. And he wasn’t going to give Lelouch up to those people.
Never.
Moments later they were running, tearing past people, (past the Knightmare frames, including the one which was trying to invite the older boy in. No no, he wasn’t going to give Nii-sama back to those terrorists) and before they realised, they were closing themselves into the back area of the tower. At least it looked safe here. “Don’t worry, we’ll get out. I’ll make sure we will.” Lelouch’s words and ithat/i reassuring smile made Rolo nod, and somehow it felt like maybe they really would get out of here safe, out of reach from those terrorists and Britannia. Back to their home inside the school grounds, safe and sound. Maybe be scolded by that annoying Shirley, but that was something bearable.
Until that gunshot fired.
Until his brother did what he shouldn’t have; Protected him.
I’m just a tool.
Disposable.
A failure.
Why would you protect me?
Is it because you think we are connected by a bond, one of blood?
Rolo frantically fired his Geass, even though he knew it was futile. His power couldn’t stop the force of gravity, and Lelouch’s fingers slipped from his own,and everything seemed like it was in slow motion.
“Nii-san!”
Is this the end now? Is this where I wake from my dream?
The slumbering prince was finally awoken by the witch’s kiss that day- Finally opening his glowing red eye, rousing from the induced sleep, breaking free of the spell he had been put under, he looked around the web of lies that had been spun around him. He could see it all clearly now.
How they had all tried to trick him.
And as the prince stood, he vowed revenge. He would play them at their own game, put a spell upon them, as they stood, unaware.
The perfect sky was slowly turning a stormy grey.

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The Slavery Series: Chapter 2

I awoke feeling groggy and unsettled. I had woken up many times during the night to punish my new slaves, and I would punish them greatly for disturbing my sleep. All night Michelle had screamed, hoping in vain that her calls would escape the sound-proofed apartment, and so I had to repeatedly wake and beat her until she quieted down. Amanda had cried and whimpered all night, not screaming for help but crying to herself, also requiring several beatings to shut her up.
This morning I was exhausted. I had forgotten how much work goes into training one of these bitches, and this summer I had two to deal with. Amanda and Michelle laid on the wood floor, Amanda in a skimpy black thong and bra and Michelle in only a large t-shirt, huddled together for warmth. I reached my hand down without looking and grabbed hold of a leash, unclipped it from the floor hook, and gave a sharp tug.
I heard a startled cry and Amanda popped up next to the bed, looking flustered and scared. Good, I thought, I hadn’t yet violated Amanda. Michelle had received a brutal anal fuck, her first of many, last night because of her malice towards me.
I loved Amanda’s body, and I admired it for a moment before proceeding. She was a previously athletic girl who had gained some weight, so she had an interesting shape. Unlike lifelong fat women, who are just fat and disgusting all over, I could still see a great form in Amanda’s body. But this great form was carrying thirty or forty extra pounds in her ass, hips, belly, and mammoth tits thanks to a year of greasy fast food and beer pong.
I pulled the sheet off of myself and yanked hard on the leash, bring Amanda’s chunky body down onto me in a heap. I held the leash by the part closest to her throat and roughly pulled her until she was on all fours straddling my legs, her face hovering an inch above my boxer shorts. I flexed my hard cock, and the bulge in my shorts jumped and bounced off her face. Amanda didn’t move, she showed neither resistance nor enthusiasm, and I thought that she would likely be the easier of the two to train.
I held Amanda with my right hand and with my left I reached off the bed and took a firm grasp around Michelle’s neck. She gagged and gurgled as I restricted her air supply.
“Good morning slaves,” I said and loosened my grip on Michelle’s throat.
“Good morning master,” Amanda whispered up to me. Michelle was silent. I clamped hard on her, choking her and smiling as I felt her squirm on the floor. After a few seconds I released and let her cough and catch her breath.
“Amanda got it right, the correct response was ‘Good morning master’.”
“Good morning…. Master…” Michelle whimpered, still coughing.
“Okay, Amanda will be rewarded for being such a good slave. Amanda, I will let you eat my cum. If I ever feel either of you have been good girls, you will get this as a reward. Now, it occurred to me that you’re both here essentially because of your bitchy little mouths. Michelle, after treating your parents like shit, you had the audacity to give them a bitchy attitude. Amanda, after also taking advantage of your parents, you also embarrassed them by winding up on the internet with a countless number of cocks in your mouth. So I’ve decided your punishments should be specially tailored to deal with this issue. Your mouths, like the rest of your body, are my property, and right now I’m not very happy with either of them.”
With that I instructed Amanda to pull my boxers down. She did slowly, revealing my large and bulging erection. She tried to remain indifferent, but I knew enough to notice a sparkle of lust in her eyes as she inspected my cock up close. My left hand slid up from Michelle neck and settled on her lips.
“Open,” I instructed. Amanda did, opening her mouth wide and pushing her tongue out. I slapped Michelle hard.
“That meant both of you!” I said. Michelle reluctantly complied and only parted her lips slightly. I pulled Amanda’s slutty mouth down onto the head of my cock and held her there. I then roughly pried Michelle’s mouth open, eliciting a weak cry from her as I began rolling her tongue between my thumb and forefinger. In position, I told Amanda to start sucking me. She did, and it was clear quickly that she had sucked cock a lot. Her mouth was expertly working me right away, her tongue lapping at my shaft and massaging my head, and even her most conservative strokes took in half my length.
I pushed all four fingers into Michelle’s mouth, spreading it wide, and told her to keep it that wide open until told otherwise. I explored Michelle’s mouth with two fingers, poking and probing along her tongue, inside her cheeks, and around her teeth to let her know that I owned her little mouth. I did this while Amanda sucked my cock on her own power, I was starting out gentle with both of them.
After a few minutes of this I turned it up a notch. I pulled hard on Amanda’s leash, burying my cock up into her throat, and I felt the wonderful clenching of her gagging throat. I held her there, feeling her throat struggle with my cock and her now useless mouth just pour thick saliva down my cock. I watched as thick globs of throat yogurt trickled out of her mouth and pooled up on my balls. I grabbed the back of her neck to hold her steady and began thrusting up into her, pushing her face down on me at the same time. My fat cock was brutally expanding her throat, she winced and cried with each deep push, as my imposing girth opened her wider than ever before.
Meanwhile, my treatment of Michelle turned rough as well. I crammed my first three fingers into the back of her mouth and in her surprise she bit down.
“No biting you fucking cunt!” I cried, pushing down hard with my fist and gagging her. Her mouth opened some and I continued to plunge my fingers at her throat. I felt a tiny hole flex and tremble as I probed it and spread it. Michelle gagged and spit bubbled up around my fingers. I played with her throat until I felt her wretch, barely holding back vomiting. I eased off for a moment, not interested in puke, before continuing. Michelle eventually caved, accepting her helpless state, and her throat relaxed as I explored. My fingers probed her throat and played with her supple tongue. Throat fucking this whore is going to be rough, I thought to myself. Amanda’s throat had clearly accepted cocks before and she still was struggling to fit my mammoth shaft into her. Michelle felt tiny and tight, like her virgin asshole last night, and I imagined the first time I cram my cock into her throat it may very well kill her.
“I own these fucking throats! Understand you little cunts?”
I was getting rougher and hornier now, frantically pumping up into Amanda and forcing her face down as hard as I could. Still she couldn’t take all of me, her nose hadn’t yet reached my stomach, but by the end of the summer it would. Every morning one of these whores would receive a brutal face fuck, no questions asked.
I pulled Amanda up and off of my cock. She looked wide-eyed and was struggling for air. I sat up and spun her around, forcing her down on her back so her ass was on the edge of the bed. I unclipped Michelle and pulled her to her knees between Amanda’s legs, pulling her shirt over her head as I did. For the first time I saw Michelle’s perky tits, and I was very happy she had come to me this summer. Her tits were round and sexy, not large but mouth watering, and I looked forward to my fun with her. I then straddled Amanda’s face and commanded she open her slut mouth again. She did and I reinserted, her abused and stretched throat accepting me with a squishy sound. All of the thick, bubbly saliva that had leaked out and soaked my balls was now dripping down and onto Amanda’s nose, eyes, and forehead.
I moved Amanda’s panties aside and gazed upon her bare pussy for the first time. It was puffy, fat, and looked like it could take a pounding. I held Michelle inches from it as I slid my middle finger through Amanda’s fat folds. As I suspected, her pussy was soaking wet and my finger fell in easily. Amanda couldn’t hide the fact that she was aroused by my cock. I began forcibly fucking downward, burying my cock in her throat and stifling her moans of pleasure as I fingered her sloppy pussy. I kissed and licked her clit gently, happy to give this whore some pleasure along with punishment. I wasn’t all bad, I was perfectly willing to make these girls happy if they let me, and I hoped someday Michelle would enjoy some of the attention.
I dug my finger deep in Amanda’s cunt before pulling it out, shiny and soaking in pussy juice. I pushed it hard into Michelle’s mouth and watched her grimace at the taste of Amanda’s pussy.
“What’s the matter cunt, don’t like it? You’re gonna fucking like it. Eat her pussy until you fucking love it.” With that I pushed Michelle’s head down and slammed her face into Amanda’s sopping pussy.
“Eat it you fucking bitch!” I shouted, and Michelle began moving her tongue in and out of Amanda’s pussy. “Don’t lick it,” I corrected her, “eat it, with your whole fucking whore mouth.” I held her by the back of the head so her face was enveloped by Amanda’s pussy. Michelle began munching and eating, and Amanda’s juices poured. I turned my attention to Amanda.
I sat up some so I could get a decent view. Amanda’s colossal tits bounced and quaked with each hard pump of my cock. I loved watching her fat stomach jiggle as I abused her throat. I pulled her bra down harshly to get my first look at her bare tits. The mountainous things began shaking violently now that they were unrestricted and I began squeezing and kneading them, my hand looking tiny against her mammoth tits. Sloppy spit was bubbling up out of her mouth and rolling down her cheeks.
“What a fat whore you are. I bet you’re hungry you chunky bitch. Are you hungry?” Amanda just gurgled. Her wet throat had sufficiently squeezed my cock and watching her fat shake as I fucked her, along with little Michelle looking positively lost in her quaking pussy, had pushed my to orgasm.
“Yeah, eat this you fucking whore!” I shouted and slammed my hips down, bottom my fat cock out in her throat and feeling my balls smack hard against her nose. The first stream of semen launched from me with such force that I nearly lost my balance. I pumped my cock in her, keeping the pressure on with my hips to keep my cock deep inside. Spurt after spurt of hot cum rocketed out of me and into her throat. Amanda choked and gagged as I dumped my enormous load into her.
“Swallow you fat fuck!” I cried, grabbing the back of Michelle’s head to hold myself up. This served to plant Michelle in Amanda’s pussy and Amanda was bucking and rocking on the bed violently. The flood gates opened and my cum poured out, drowning this slut and backing up into her mouth. It poured out of her and rolled down her cheeks and I emptied my balls in her fuck hole of a throat.
“That’s your reward, don’t lose it, fucking swallow!” I commanded. I held my swollen cock in her there for long moments after the waves subsided, listening to the sweet sounds of her pathetic attempts to swallow, gag, and cough. I let go of Michelle but told her not to dare stopping, and she stayed buried in Amanda’s cunt.
I finally dismounted Amanda and looked down at the stream of cum that had escaped her mouth. I slapped her hard, and sticky wet slap. Her face was covered in cum and thick saliva. Amanda was spent, she looked dazed, and her body twitched each time Michelle’s tongue tickled her cunt.
I walked around the bed and told Michelle to stop. I pulled her by the leash to me, on her knees, and placed my swollen cock in her mouth.
“Suck me, gently, like you love my cock,” I instructed. Michelle’s eyes were filled with hatred, but her little mouth worked lovingly. She barely fit my cock, even as it was shrinking, in her and I knew this mouth and throat would take a lot of work. My cock finally softened and I pulled it out and told her she had been a good girl, and that good girls get rewarded. She began to sob, probably thinking that I meant she would receive a vicious throat fuck next. She wasn’t entirely wrong but I had different things in mind for this little slut.
I led Amanda and Michelle to the bathroom and instructed them to clean up and take care of any business. In the mean time I went to the kitchen and prepared a breakfast. Each girl’s parents had supplied a small bag of random clothing for them, mostly underwear as I’d instructed, and along with a simple breakfast I laid out new clothes for each in the living room. Amanda’s underwear consisted mostly of thongs, and I absolutely loved how the tiny string just disappeared between her fat ass cheeks, so I found a nice red one for her and a random t-shirt. For Michelle I laid out skimpy, tight, baby blue shorts of the same material as sweat pants and a black sports bra.
My slaves changed and sat on the couch next to each other to eat. I sat in a chair on the other side of the little table from them, holding both leashes in my left hand and aimlessly rubbing my cock and balls with my right. I admired them silently as they ate: I had two really beautiful girls before me. It’s such a wonderful truth that the beautiful ones are always the ones who feel entitled, who take advantage of people, and who think they can get by looks alone. Lucky for me.
As they finished their breakfasts I finally spoke. “So, slave girls, I have some questions for both of you. I think you already know how to answer and what will happen if you don’t.”
“Yes, master,” they both whispered.
“Good,” I started. “So, Michelle, before today, how many cocks have you sucked?”
“Only one, master,” Michelle looked away, clearly uncomfortable talking to me about any of this stuff.
I was surprised. “Only one? Bullshit, you’d better not be lying to me.”
Michelle looked back and said, “honest, master, only one. I don’t like it, so I don’t do it.”
“Well,” I said, “from now on whether you do it or not is not up to you, so you might as well learn to like it. But let me see now, only sucked cock once, I know you were an anal virgin until last night,” Michelle grimaced when I brought this up, “so what does that leave us? You aren’t a virgin, are you? You do like it in your pussy, don’t you?”
“None of your fucking business!” Michelle burst out before she realized what she was saying. Her face contorted and she looked frightened when she realized she had yelled at me. “I’m sorry, master, I’m sorry…”
I held my right hand up and she quieted down, still looking frightened and whimpering. I looked sternly at her. “Stand up,” I commanded.
Michelle did, continuing her apologies. “I’m so sorry, master…” she continued.
“Bend, at the waist, bend the fuck over!” I shouted. Michelle did, tears welling up in her pretty eyes. I dropped both leashes and stood up in front of her, her head level with my crotch, and grabbed a handful of her long black hair.
“Amanda, you good little slut, remove this whore’s shorts.” Amanda did without question, sliding the tight shorts down to Michelle’s ankles. Michelle whimpered in protest.
“Open you mouth,” I instructed Michelle. She did, looking up at me with pleading eyes. I grasped my thick cock firmly and placed the head on her tongue, pausing before insertion. “Amanda, take two fingers and insert them this slut’s asshole.”
Amanda did, gently sliding her fingers into Michelle’s tight ass. Michelle groaned, her mouth around the tip of my cock, as Amanda’s fingers broke her threshold and found the inside of her rectum.
“All the way, Amanda, to your knuckles.” Amanda did as told, reluctantly, and pushed until her two fingers were completely swallowed by Michelle’s ass. Michelle was squirming and moaning.
“Now,” I continued, “when my cock is in this cunt’s mouth you will fuck her ass, hard, with those fingers. When I pull my cock out to let her speak, you will stop fucking her but keep them in. Clear?”
“Yes, master,” Amanda said. With that I pushed Michelle’s mouth down, her lips spreading over my shaft and her eyes closing in concentration. She tried desperately to be wide enough for me, to keep her teeth from nicking my cock, in fear of angering me more. I appreciated the effort and decided to keep this to a forceful blowjob, holding back on the throat fucking unless she was further uncooperative. Michelle’s mouth was tender and inexperienced, but it felt warm and tight and wonderful all the same. Amanda was pumping her ass hard, as I’d commanded, and I was impressed that Michelle maintained concentration as her butt hole was violated.
“So,” I started, “I’ll ask again, are you virgin?”
I pulled my cock out to let her speak. “I’m not a virgin, master,” Michelle was hesitant to continue, knowing where it might lead. “Yes, master, I do like it in my pussy.”
I reinserted and forced her down a few more times.
“Okay, now we’re getting somewhere. How many times have you been fucked?” I asked.
Michelle gasped as I exited. “I don’t know, master, a lot.” I pushed my cock back in, not satisfied with the answer, and let Amanda punish her ass for a while before continuing.
“A lot of different guys?” I asked.
“No, master,” she said when I let her, “only my boyfriend, but a lot of times.” Amanda moved slightly, and Michelle groaned and squirmed as Amanda’s fingers wriggled deep in her asshole.
“Hmmm, well, you can forget about his cock,” I said as I forced mine back into her mouth. Amanda resumed finger fucking her ass.
“So, Amanda, on to you.” We kept violating Michelle as we spoke. “How many cocks have you sucked?”
“I don’t know, master, at least thirty, when I’ve been sober, but I don’t really know.” Amanda looked scared, afraid I might punish her for being such a whore. In truth I was punishing her for it, all summer, but at this moment I wanted her to tell the truth.
“Good girl, I appreciate your honesty. Now last night you said you’ve been fucked in the ass, so how many times? Did you like it?”
“Twice, master, and I don’t know. Kind of, but I don’t know for sure if I like it.”
“Well, I won’t even ask if you’re a virgin.” I laughed, and Amanda cracked a smile, the first I’d seen from either girl.
I continued guiding Michelle’s mouth over my cock and she had gotten accustomed to working my shaft. She would need a lot more practice before she could suck the cum out of me by herself, without me guiding her head like this and essentially just masturbating with her mouth instead of my hand, but she had proven that she could wrap her little mouth around me. After a few minutes my cum was boiling, so I pulled out.
“Michelle, while I’d love to cum in your mouth, you’re being punished. Amanda was a good girl, so again she gets the reward. Come her you fat slut.” Amanda pulled her fingers out of Michelle’s tight asshole and crawled in front of me on her knees.
“Open,” I commanded and she did, stretching her mouth wide and sticking her tongue out. I aimed my cock at her tongue and stroked it, calling Amanda a fat hungry cunt as I did. My cum sprang forth, coating Amanda’s tongue in one shot. Thick bursts pumped into her mouth while spastic blasts over shot and landed on her cheeks, nose, and forehead. My load poured out, mostly into her waiting mouth but also spilling down her chin and onto her shelf of a rack, soaking into her t-shirt. Amanda squeezed her tits together as I came, clearly enjoying being my cum dumpster.
I finished by stuffing my cock into her mouth and telling her to suck the last drops out. She did eagerly. I instructed Amanda to gather all the cum in and enjoy her reward, and I turned to Michelle.
“Stand up straight,” I commanded. Michelle did, looking at me in fear of further punishment. I moved in close, our bodies brushing together, and I could feel her trembling. Staring into her, I locked her in a kiss and pushed my tongue into her mouth. She resisted for a moment before caving and lapping at my tongue with hers. I kissed her passionately for over a minute and during I felt her body press into me instinctively. When I unlocked she still looked scared but also confused. I kissed her lips gently and pulled away.

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Savannah 2

The long awaited and highly asked for savannah sequel. There is sex but not a ton. Enjoy