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The Storm (Part IV)

Lieutenant Greenstein crouched on the roof of the six-floor tenement building, her rifle aimed at the corner of South 3rd and Kent Avenue. A cold wind blew off the gray East River, sending a chill through her bones, despite the ample weight of her police uniform. She had been like this for the past two hours, waiting for the gangs of Hasid to come to where they based their illegal water-hoarding operation. It had come to this: New York’s finest perched in decrepit windows of abandoned warehouses, esentially snipers. Guilty until proven innocent, and even then no one was ever innocent. Fuck this, she thought. She’d rather be at home, with Scott, protected by the Rockaways, a place of New York that still hadn’t been affected by the storm. She was one of the lucky ones, though, even if she did have to spend eight hours a day in the fucking dregs of the 18th precinct, trying to maintain order in a city that was falling apart at the seams. She stood up to stretch, and turned around, looking back at Brooklyn. It was then that she noticed the door to the stairwell was closed.
“Fuck,” she said, putting her gun down, and walking toward the door. There was no handle on the door, as it locked automatically behind. How could she be so stupid, she thought, a hand against the door. Fuck fuck fuck. There would be no way to communicate, as the communication links had broken down with the first storm. She was stuck. She would have to wait for relief. She walked back to the corner of the roof when she saw it.
A dark cloud moved quickly across the East River, a thick, green mustardy smelling mass of smoke and debris. The Storm. There hadn’t been one in about six weeks, but here it was. She looked frantically around. There was no way out. The cloud moved even closer, directly towards the building. She tried not to panic, took deep breaths, but all she could think about was Scott and their house in the Rockaways, their dog, how she wanted to go home. She looked back at the door. “What the fuck,” she said out loud, “Fuck fuck fuck.” She was trapped.
She crouched in the corner, curled up in a fetal position, cradling the gun. There was nothing she could do. Closing her eyes, the Storm rushed over the top of the building, enveloping her. She could feel the weight of the gas against her uniform, her exposed skin, her dark brown hair pulled tight against her head. She could taste it on her lips. And worse, she could feel it entering her, and she reached a level of such terror that she thought her heart was going to explode and burst, carried off with the evil gas. And that’s what it was: evil. It was in her now. She was finished, would no longer be the same, would be doomed to wandering these fucked up streets for the rest of her life, in whatever guise the Storm infected her: drugs, drink, food, sex?
The storm passed, but she remained in that same position, her eyes tightly shut, her hands clamped around the rifle, balled up like a child on the corner of the roof. Her breathing by now was quick and manic, and she tried to focus all of her mental acuity onto the number of breaths. She had heard that the affects of the Storm were immediate, she had seen it happen in colleagues, saw their former selves be carried off by the mustardy gas of the storm cloud, leaving behind the shell of a human, a sick desperation that cast the world into chaos. She counted quickly, trying not to recognise that she was burning up in the police uniform, that her skin felt as if it was on fire, her body dripping in sweat. She wanted to tear the uniform off. There was intense feeling of absence, a craving for something in her to be filled. She was now shaking uncontrollably. She needed it, although she couldn’t quite figure out what it was, but then her thoughts were brought somewhere else, a focal point: hot, burning, wet and aching, that space between her legs. What she needed was cock. And this is where she passed over.
She had to get off the roof. It was imperative. It was the key to her survival. If she could get off the roof, she could get cock: a thick, hard, throbbing piece of meat that she could suck, and feel in her wet pussy, and shove in her ass. She needed to be filled. What she needed even more, she knew now, was the taste of cum on her mouth, something to take the pain away. She had to bathe in it, have it constantly. This was the key to her survival and it was that door- that fucking door- that was keeping her from it.
She ran to the edge of the roof and looked down. The street was empty. She was clearly in pain and could think of nothing, see nothing in her head, except for hard, throbbing cock. She tried to maintain her balance and, instinctively, reached her right hand down beneath her belt and the waistband of her slacks, touching her engorged clitoris with two fingers, slowly rubbing a circle. Her breathing increased with the rhythm of her rubbing and she was shocked- almost terrified- at the intensity of the feeling. She wanted something inside her, and she slipped both fingers into her hot, soaking wet cunt. In and out she pushed them, all the while applying circular pressure with the palm of her hand on her clit. The severity and quickness of the orgasm that caused her entire body to quake and her knees give out, collapsing her to the roof of the building, a writhing mess of nerve-endings and pussy juice, her carefully pulled up hair now falling out around her, and the screams- these fucking screams of passion, if that’s what it was- bouncing off the buildings around her seemed to be an announcement to the world, that-once again- the Storm had reduced another woman to her basic id: she now, literally, lived to fuck.
And if she could do this to herself, she thought, lying flat on her back, staring at the dark clouds passing above her, her breathing slowing down, wonder what she could do with cock.
I’m getting off this fucking roof, she thought, and she walked to the edge, more determined and confident than she’d been before. The orgasm seemed to give her a power that she was lacking before, a temporary boost in confidence. And, as if she willed it herself, she heard the shuffle of feet from the corner below her. She quickly assumed position, crouched at the corner of the roof, looking through the sites of her sniper rifle. They turned the corner and entered into view.
“No fucking way,” she said, lowering the gun, and looking at the three people- a man and two girls on chains- turning the corner. They were naked, the man carrying and automatic weapon, an M-16, with a round of ammo around his chest. The two girls were attached to small chains, around collars, and had on combat boots. They walked gingerly. She looked at the man- his taut, hairless body, rippling in muscle- and, more importantly, his cock- a semi-hard beautiful piece of meat. She sited it through the rifle to get a better look. It was enormous, maybe eight to nine inches when it got hard and had a breath-taking girth. She wanted it. Without thinking she jumped to her feet, held the rifle aloft and screamed, “FREEZE!”
The man motioned to the girls, who quickly crouched down like dogs on all fours and he held the M-16 aloft, clearly tentative about using it. He found Lt. Greenstein in his sites, but failed to shoot. She cautioned him down.
“If you fire that thing, we’ll all be dead,” she yelled down to the street. “I just need your help. Can you help me?”
He lowered the gun, but said nothing. She took this as a positive sign.
“I’m locked in. You have to let me out.” She was thinking about that cock. The man shaded his eyes and looked up. He stood there silently, motioning for the girls to stand back up, all the while not losing his gaze with the aching lieutenant.
“Please,” she shouted down again, surprised at the desperation in her voice. “I’ll do anything! Anything!”
The three strangers walked to the front door. She could hear it slam behind them. The aspect of getting cock excited her, but she was aware of the fact that she needed to look non-threatening: the uniform with the gun may be too much for a stranger to take in a fucked up world as this. And she didn’t feel like she could wait any longer. She threw the rifle down to the ground, undid her belt and holster, and unbuckled her boots, kicking them off quickly. Throwing them to the side, she shimmied out of the heavy, thick pants until she was in nothing but her thong underwear. The heat from her pussy was unbearable, and even as she lowered the navy blue panties, she found herself rubbing her soaking wet cunt again. She crawled to the edge of the roof, bending over, one hand on the ledge, the other busily preparing her pussy for the cock she needed to survive. She heard the metal door open and she moaned loudly. Without even turning around, her ass in the air as if an offering, her left hand rubbing her pussy to the peak of another orgasm, she screamed: “Please! Fuck me with your cock! Please fuck me with your cock!”
She heard footsteps and the quick fap fap fap of the man jerking his meat, getting ready to fill her up and before she could plead again for the stranger’s dick, she felt the head of the penis against the wet lips of her pussy and she grunted loudly, the echo carrying off the skyscraper condominiums. As he thrust inside her- first an inch, then two, then the full girth of the eight or nine inches filling her up- she supported herself with both hands on the railing, banging her hips against his with each thrust. She seemed to be in a continual state of orgasm, her body quaking and screaming in passion, a feeling she had never, ever came close to before. She concentrated on breathing, of feeling every inch of that beautiful cock, and revelled in the waves of orgasm that seemed to define her new existence. She was ready now, thirsty, aching for cum and she told him, the stranger who filled her up, a man she had not even seen the face of, that she wanted it.
“Cum on my face,” she ordered. “Cum on my fucking face.”
This is what she needed and as he pulled out, she twisted around, falling to her knees and opening her mouth. She still didn’t look at him, only focusing on the throbbing piece of meat inches from her face, the full girth, the glistening head and the hand that worked it professionally and eagerly, and as the cum exploded she thrust herself into it, tasting it on her tongue and lips, her cheeks and nose and face and eyes and hair, wanting to drown in it, to soak up every single sperm cell of strength, to satisfy the craving of the Storm. She would never be the same, this she knew. But in a way, as the energy crackled through her body, and the hot cum dripped from her lips to the tarred roof, she wondered if she even cared.

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G.S.P. Chapter 4/13 The Question of Ownership

New York city is tormented by mysterious monsters attacks and no attempts to track the suspected aliens are successful. The government’s solution is to form an all new super hero team named G.S.P. to protect the city. The veteran heroes assembled know the hardship of being heroes and how sex might be an useful relief, but are they really prepared for what happens when an innocent (?) bystander hurt during one of their missions is something they have never encountered before?

Science-Fiction

The Champion’s Companion 18

Marcos went down the hall and found the Queen with Kaarthen and her girls drinking tea.
Marcos walked over to Mara noting the smell of brandy in the room and the women’s red eyes and blustery cheeks. “Here eat this.” He said offering the hair to his little fuckpet.
“You building a one woman harem Marcos?” Kaarthen asked. Beside her, the Queen sat up wondering what she meant.
“I travel a lot.” He said dismissively. “Besides that’s only the second one.”
“We’re watching you.” Kaarthen said drunkenly and fell back passed out next to the Queen.
“Can you do it on your own?” Marcos asked Mara ignoring them.
The Queen perked up again. “Do what?”
Mara stood. “This.” She dropped her clothes and stood unabashedly naked after changing into darkly tanned, robust, massively breasted, dark haired, and voluptous Duchess Clarin Perstavy. She studied her new body in wonder as Marcos inspected her behind.
The Queen looked amazed at the transformation. “That’s amazing! That’s how you got into the palace that night?”
“Mmmhhmmm.” Marcos muttered fumbling around whipping out his cock.
Mara dropped to it quickly and used her tongue to lift and gobble it. She tasted the other woman on him and continued even more frenzied relishing the mixed tastes of both their cum. After a moment, Mara was bobbing quickly using her own style to augment the Duchess’ more capable body. Marcos felt the difference sliding into her throat from Mara’s body and the one she wore now. The Duchess was bigger bodied and her throat was wider for him and her tongue was slightly more coarse, wider, and longer.
“Bend over Mara.” He commanded.
“Yes, Master.” She said turning and dropping to all fours.
Marcos shuffled behind her looked over to the Queen who was shifting around trying not to be obvious as she tried to masturbate. “Kaarthen’s right next to you.” He said with a grin making her blush.
He lined up and pushed slowly into the Duchess’ pillowy ass. Mara’s additional experience made the ride a dream just as he imagined. Her ass clenched him as he buggered her and he barely had to move as she tilted and worked her hips. Finally, she undulated in a quickening fashion that Marcos hadn’t felt before. Her tight ass seemed to spin on his cock as it raised and lowered chaotically.
Finally, he reached up to her shoulders and spewed into her. Mara leaned down and accepted the warmth and let it trickle deeper into herself.
“Wow that was…” The Queen said leaning forward and creeping off the couch toward him.
“Mom!?” The prince called entering the room.
The Queen shot up and moved around the couches and end-tables to intercept him as Marcos popped over to a couch facing away from the prince. “Hello! Aaa…honey. Did you want me to watch you with the horses?”
“Yes, please.” The prince practically beamed. “What happed to Aunt Clarin?” He asked looking over her shoulder.
“…Nothing to worry about…she’s just tired.” The Queen said stumbling for something to say. “She’s…just sleeping.”
“Oh. Well come on.” He said grabbing her and pulling her from the room.
Marcos noted with a smile how he handled her ass.
Turning back, Marcos got hard looking at Kaarthen sprawled out. Her legs were splayed with one up on the lounge’s arm and she had fallen over onto her side. The palace had found clothes for her and she wore a short linen dress that seemed like a shift on her tall busty frame. On the sides, her high pale breasts swelled out the armholes searching for release.
“Hmm maybe one more.” Marcos eased over and plucked a single white hair from Kaarthen before offering it to Mara.
She took it and smiled as she swallowed it.
Marcos dropped down into Kaarthen’s unwitting presence and hoisted her long pale legs to his shoulders. Her short dress fell away and flipped up to uncover her. Her hairless crotch was shinier than usual. Its contrasting purplish grey lips opened and pouted to him.
With a smile, he shoved into her just as the wetness drooled out. His wet cock did some of its own lubricating as it sunk into her. With a start, she opened her eyes. Marcos smiled at her
“Hey.” Kaarthen said clearing her throat squirming only slightly to get comfortable.
“Why, hello.” He replied thrusting into her gently.
The heavy weight of breasts pressed to his back surprised him.
Kaarthen’s doppelganger Mara moved over. Unlike the others, this version wasn’t her twin at all.
Without the magic of the Priestess ensuring an Amazon like appearance, Mara looked like a Drow, which wasn’t a surprise. Kaarthen’s almost transparently pale skin did little to hid the dark flesh underneath. In the absence of sufficient light, her pale skin failed to reflect and Kaarthen looked like a drow anyway sometimes.
Mara stood identical to Kaarthen in form, with the same incredible curves of muscles, Half elfish ears, and wide hips, but her breasts sat slightly lower and flatter without milk and her skin was completely black. Her eyes told the truth and were the pale blue of Mara’s real body. Her hair was also different, though similarly white, it fell freely since Mara hadn’t braided it as Kaarthen had started doing recently.
“Sexy.” Marcos noted and turned back to Kaarthen.
Marcos shoved into Kaarthen harder while looking back and forth between the two ladies. His hands tested Mara’s parts. He found her asshole was wet from his last spending.
Kaarthen pulled herself up and offered him a teat while pulling him in and wrapping her legs around him tighter. Mara drank from the other breast and pressed into Marcos from behind to help her along.
They clung together tightly rocking and squirming together like an odd three headed beast. The room creaked around them and the smell of brandy was everywhere. After several minutes, a grunt from Marcos in the middle of the tangle signified his release as he shot deeply in to Kaarthen.
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Kaarthen, Mara, and Ein discovered their own popularity with the ranks of nobles. Her name was Gerris Blacksail. Kaarthen was invited numerous times to her audience but never replied. Marcos told her to have a few drinks with her and just see what happened and tell him what they ended up discussing. He also got hard and smiled stupidly at the woman’s name, which put Kaarthen on alert.
Finally, the svelte blonde Noblewoman dropped pretenses and ‘found’ her way into their apartments. Ein and Mara were playing a game of Queen’s crux alone when she came in.
Posing her full figured frame against the door, she knocked after entering, and looked about questioningly. “Excuse me. Where is your Mistress this afternoon?” She asked watching their game intrigued.
Ein replied without looking up. “Our Mistress is inspecting a room beneath the stables. She is gong to recover the Dark Mother statues for the city.”
The noble woman eased over and sat across from them at a sofa. “Yes, we all love the Dark Mother. Perhaps you girls are bored of that game though. Oh? Is this brandy from Dar Delis it is my favorite. Don’t you girls like it too?” She said eyeing the brandy on the end table. “Come over here and let’s drink and wait for your mistress.” She patted the seats on either side of her.
In short, order the practiced Noblewoman had the two very drunk. Hungrily, she got them both onto her lap as she ran her hands under their body socks. Mara had helpfully cast off her robe and leathers as she got hot and lay back against her topless.
“Oh you sweet girls have big girl bodies mmmm.” She rubbed her face into the bountiful breasts.
“Yes, lick us here.” Mara said rolling back and opening her legs.
“MMmm yes my favorite.” She got over her and pulled off Mara’s pants.
Behind her Ein struggled out of her clothes. Drunkenly, she draped herself over the noblewoman’s back as she licked and slurped Mara.
The noblewoman groaned feeling the girl’s hands caressing all around her. Ein’s fingers and hands caressed her loins and bosom with the shared mind of Mara’s extensive knowledge and experience.
“You girls are so sweet.” The noble woman groaned under the carnal massage.
“Yes… cum for us…” Mara and Ein said in soft unison.
“Uuhh You girls… You girls are good…” The noble woman’s tongue slowed as her mind swelled in the warmth and pleasure.
“We know what you want…” They replied.
“Ya… You sure… You YOU Aaahhh… Ah ah ah aaaa.” The noble woman struggled into a climax and surrendered to it.
Together they push/pulled her up onto her knees between them. “Now let us lick you.”
Ein pulled away her dress exposing her curvy painted body. The noblewoman’s broad hips, shoulders, and thighs were decorated in pirate references. Women stood in the rigging staring out at the horizon across her ribs, or stood over her belly button in conquest, Mermaids poked out furtively from between her thighs, across her back defeated wretched looking men bemoaned their fate under the whips of Wave Mistresses.
“Aaahhh?” She muttered feeling Ein’s small hands reach around and caress her breasts as she leaned back into her.
Mara got in between her thighs and licked diligently sucking onto the flowing softness. She nibbled and sucked on the woman’s bud pulling it out from its hood into the maelstrom of her mouth.
“Oh wow!” The noblewoman moaned trying to lift herself of Mara’s mouth. Her sensitive parts were in the pleasure too intensely.
They noticed her pain and paused. “We’ll try this…” They said cryptically.
The noblewoman felt Ein pull her onto her back over her to lay flat on the couch. From behind she nuzzled and sucked her neck as her small hands rubbed her breasts and pinched her nipples. Mara stayed between her legs and gave her a look of smug mastery that scared her.
“What are you…?” She asked feeling something push into her. Mara shushed her as she moved in tighter. Her cock was starting out at only an average size of five inches since the tight noblewoman was a pure Sapphic lesbian who abhorred penetration.
Ordinarily Gerris would be repulsed but the corner of her mind that wanted dominance and refused to be taken was too satiated, too buzzed by the warmth. Her thoughts of disgusted abhorrence to penetration were muffled and confused by the seductive pair.
The musk of the aroused women kept the noblewoman’s dizzy mind sensitive and receptive to them. Ordinarily her kink pushed her to penetrate others, and only to help them climax, unless some kind of punishment or domination was necessary. The feel of their long hair, the knowledgeable soft mouth and its smooth cheeks, the soft feminine skin under her hands, being under the weight of soft breasts, and feeling the hot cock slide into her. In the back of her mind, the feelings and sensations rang with something instinctive.
“Drink of us…” They softly urged.
Ein shifted and sat across her face and held herself over the supine blonde waiting for her tongue. The noblewoman’s Sapphic urges were placated drinking in the Ein’s carnal slurry. Under her, Mara pushed in deeper and stretched her body in new ways. Womanly thrills tingled her loins as her body reacted instinctively.
She felt the pleasure growing and exploded. Ein’s pussy gushed over her almost sympathetically as she screamed into it. Inside her, Mara’s phallus anchored deep and a spurt, then a stream of heat spewed into her.
“Take from us…” They groaned pressing themselves to her.
For the first, time her body felt the impulse to open itself and accept the offering of its mate. She also felt the immediate urge to curl into herself and sleep. The warmth she had received was at the top of her mind as she slumbered peacefully.
Under the earth outside the palace, Kaarthen giggled quietly as she and Rinis polished the statues with Sister Dellin. Mara reacted instinctively when she wielded that cock of hers. She would allow Mara to keep her cock and have it retract in the form of her clitoris like her Sisters. Kaarthen felt her pleasure in her gentle subjugation and domination of the woman. As a six hundred year old former vampire sex slave she knew what to do to make the fully Sapphic lesbian whimper need fully for her cock. The new experience had lit a fire in the sex slave. She would have to be careful or Mara would become like Marcos, and fuck first and ask names later.
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Over the next few days, reports were made and sent off. Marcos purged a majority of the staff at the ambassador’s residence. The women Kaarthen rescued were sex slaves bought from various pirates and slavers. Seventeen women were found in the room. Few of the women could leave. Only three women knew where they were and where they were from. Kaarthen arranged for escort and got them out safely. Most of the other women were too messed up to function on their own immediately.
They were all very quiet and never spoke. They were all very skinny and pale. Most had dark hair and haunted expressions. Some covered their eyes in their hair and shut out the world. Kaarthen worried most because they seemed to have no problem reverting to sex and submitted at the drop of a hat. They fidgeted around men and lingered in their company. Marcos seemed to think nothing was wrong with the squirmy submissive women. If anything, he encourage the little ‘cum hoarders’ to eat.
Various problems developed dealing with the women and helping them heal. Kaarthen had to refer to Mara to understand. The women were very deferential to men as a result of their long captivity. They quietly submitted and offered themselves if a man even looked at them with desire. Mara explained a vast shift in priorities from their ordeal that led the women to associate sex, cocks, and cum with security, warmth, and food.
As a result, the women had to be cared for and directed by a firm hand that would protect them from the unwitting, or outright manipulative people in the palace. Marcos was more than accepting of the idea of bringing them to Mavvus. He knew a house that could take them, give them a job, and keep them protected.
Kaarthen knew he would send them to a brothel where they could be as free as they wanted. She also knew he was going to use them for more of his plots once there. Nevertheless, she was glad that his women would be able to protect them in Mavvus at the very least. One redeeming quality about Marcos is his approach to security. Despite being a complete and unapologetic misogynist, the exotic women he bred were trained and educated to be some of the smartest and deadliest creatures to walk under the sun.
Kaarthen was happy using a ship to get back to Menthino. She understood traveling with the large group would be too difficult. Every stop would become a nightmare of head counts, and sleepless nights wondering if one of the more active women had snuck out to feed an urge.
After another week, Marcos and his group finally left. Arrangements for Partez Rocert were made through the Senate in a series of unanimous votes orchestrated by the newly empowered Queen. The Senate and the Queen needed a political target and scapegoat and he was it. After the death count from ‘the guild house purge’ and the ‘palace massacre’ various heads of noble families and several nobles of high standing were missing. In order for Sellis to keep the satellite cities placated, his punishments had to be known in every corner of the realm, and leave know doubt of where all the troubles came from.
Reports came in on his movements as he made his way to the city. He fully expected to have the nobles in his hand, the guild at his back, and the Queen entangled in an awkward position. He was going to enter the city as the prodigal son of a failed embarrassment. Marcos laughed at the surprise he would get. The Queen had already picked the horse to drag him.

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the strange craft from mars part 2

I am Captain Jessica hiller I’m sitting on the old sofa in my living room after being debriefed by marine corps intelligence on the space craft. i pushed that to the back of my mind for now. I had work to do around the house and errands to run. I went up to my room on the second floor. Something was different, my room was painted purple and i had posters of half naked men on my wall instead of my normal swimsuit model posters. The bed was purple also to match the walls. i went over to my dresser and opened the top drawer to find a black lace thong on top. i grabbed that and opened the drawer to the right and pulled out a matching bra. ‘’The alien squid was right’’ i thought ‘’everything looks as if I was born a girl’’ i slipped out of her marine corps fatigues, and folded them up and set them in the corner and tossed my bra and panties in the laundry, i needed a shower badly my hair which had grown from a buzz cut to a haircut that went to my shoulders, was tattered and had a bit of cum in it still. i set my iPod Touch up so it would play music full blast and turned on Christian Kane’s- thinking of you set the device on the sink and hopped in the shower i took a warm shower and noticed to my great thanks her Axe shampoo had been replaced with two bottles one was shampoo and the other was conditioner
i lathered my hair up and started soaping my whole body up head to toe when i got to my new vagina i felt a jolt of pleasure shoot up my spine. i recovered and started rinsing off the soap and shampoo. i turned the water off and stepped out of the shower and started drying my hair off then turned the ipod down a little bit, and walked to my bed and threw it down on the bed. i laid down and started to examine my new body, i am about four inches shorter i guessed i only weighed 110 pounds and i had perfect c-cup breasts and a normal sized ass but it was my pussy that caught my eye. I had always loved the folds of my ex-girlfriends pussy but now i had my own. i rubbed it gently sending another jolt up my spine. i started to rub my new clit and was in heaven. my breath came in heaves as i inserted two fingers into my pussy and wiggled them. After 2 minutes of that I came all over her bed. Soaking the blanket, and pillows. i just lay there until i got up the strength to get up. i slipped on the thong and bra, and went back to my dresser and found a pair of jeans and a black midriff and put those on as well, and went downstairs to get some breakfast once in the kitchen i saw my car through the window it was still the same Honda civic but it was pink. i laughed a little because i loved the new color. As i sat there eating my eggs i wondered if i could really take the form of anything i wanted,
‘’ he did say anything’’ I said as I tried to call the squid guy with my mind. It worked and I told him I wanted him to take a human form and pointed to a picture of dan donegan from disturbed. He obeyed and then I said’’ can I really take the form of anything I want? Even if its something like a car ?’’
‘’you can only take the shape of something that big for a short time but yes’’ ‘’do people know about my ability’’ yes they do. In fact the marine corps did an extensive testing battery on you before you were assigned leader of the ‘’ hell fighters’’ and your power has saved many people’’ ‘’wow really?’’ ‘’yes we have vast powers outside our own planet’’ ‘’so if I will my body hard enough I can do anything?’’ ‘’that is correct’’ I willed my forearm into the shape of a katana and immediately gasped as I saw that I really could do anything ‘’holy shit’’ I said ‘’that is rad’’ with that ‘’dan’’ vanished. I decided since I could change my looks I would go crazy. I thought of my hair shorter and pink with purple highlights and thought of my body having tattoos. ‘’impressive’’ I thought ‘’I can even make tattoos’’ I suddenly got the thought to make sure my garage was how I left it. I put on a pair of converse and made my way out the door and to the garage ‘’thank god’’ I thought as I looked all over about half of my garage was a rehearsal area for my band the other half was full of locked clear cabinets stocked with rifles and pistols ‘’GUNS’’I shouted ‘’ I need to clean mine’’ I walked over to the duffle on the work bench and unzipped it to find all my gear from my last mission stowed away in it. Just at that moment my phone rang, I knew it was wraith from the ring tone, I answered it ‘’captain hiller here’’ ‘’captain its wraith’’ came the voice on the other end wraith sounded like she was in trouble ‘’ its tim I need your help he wont let me leave and keeps hitting me’’ ‘’ill be right over wraith’’ I dug through the duffle until I found my waist holsters that held both of my glocks all their ammo an my KBAR knives. I hefted the holster and wrapped it around me put on a jacket and pulled out my glocks loaded them up and put laser sights on them real quick. I hopped in my civic and sped off to wraith’s house, when I got there he was on the driveway with a revolver pointed at wraith. I pulled in the driveway and got out. ‘’hey asshole’’ I shouted. Which had the desired effect. The gun was now in my face. ‘’get lost bitch’’ he said ’’get back in that car and drive away’’ to which I replied ‘’you are holding a friend of mine at gunpoint and you think im going to leave?’’ ‘’I would hate to put a hole through that pretty face of yours so put your hands up’’
I knew this was my chance I was an expert in the Israeli defense form of Krav Maga so I faked him out I went to put my hands up but instead I took my right hand and grabed the gun, maneuvered it so it was pointed away from me and ripped it free of his hand. This made him writhe in pain as he held his broken trigger finger. All in one motion I took the gun and threw it in wraiths direction and pulled out my glock aiming it at his ball’s ‘’you must have a pretty big set of these to be so tough and bet your girlfriend’’ with that I dug the muzzle of my other glock into his temple ‘’please don’t kill me’’ he said as he burst into tears ‘’ ‘’oh not so tough now’’ I replied ‘’where is all that toughness now?’’ ‘’please! God no I will never hurt her again’’ ‘’not good enough’’ I pulled the trigger and watched him jump as he thought I blew his balls off ‘’you fucking moron’’ I said ’’the first round was a blank’’ wraith burst out in laughter ‘’listen dirt bag I wont kill you cause then ill be put in a military prison they arent fun but I will make sure you go to a nice home in jail. They LOVE guys who beat women’’ just then I heard sirens ‘’about time’’ I thought ‘’I called them on my way over’’ once the cops got there and took down our names and statements for their reports. They asked my what unit im in. they didn’t believe I was a hell fighter but they looked me up and found my record. With that all done we went inside for a round of beers.
We sat on her sofa and when she stopped shaking i leaned in close and started to snuggle up to her which made her a little shaky ‘’have you ever been with a woman before?’’ I asked ‘’no I havent’’ ‘’well I will show you how much better I am than that asshole. I pulled her close to me and planted my lips on hers giving her a passionate kiss. I took my hand and massaged her breast while my other hand reached her pants and unbuttoned them. I slid my hand inside her pants she wasn’t wearing panties I found her pussy and slid two fingers in wiggling and thrusting them in her pussy with all my might as I kissed her I felt her moans through my tongu. I took my thumb and rubbed her clit while I did this she orgasmed. Letting out an earth breaking scream of pleasure. ‘’that was the best orgasm of my life’’ she said, her breath coming in heaves. ‘’that was nothing’’ I said ‘’get undressed and lie on your back’’ she did just that as I watched her lovely tits bounce. Once she had undressed I got naked and sat on her face ordering her to eat me out. She had me in fits of orgasm when I got a nasty thought. I willed a cock to come out of my pussy and I felt it slide down her throat. I realized that it was a dumb idea and made the cock go away. I got up and told her to get on her hands and knees. she did just that and I envisioned a cock 10’’ long and 3’’ wide I pressed the tip at the entrance of her pussy and rammed in as hard as I could and heard a shriek of pain and pleasure escape her mouth. I was only half way in so I pulled out so just the tip was inside her and rammed in as hard as I could again. She let out a gut churning cry and I kissed her back as I began to thrust in and out of her. I was going as fast as I could when it happened. She did something I did not expect at all. she reached around and started to finger my pussy. That was all I needed I came so hard that my vision blurred for a few seconds and I collapsed on top of kim and we fell asleep together
When I woke up kim wasn’t there and she had covered me with a blanket. I got up and put my thong, pants and shoes, then put on my bra and shirt. After I was dressed I headed to the door. I figured kim was still asleep so I didn’t look for her. I got im my civic and drove back home. I remembered that ‘’dan’’ was supposed to be in a new room under my home. I got home and parked my car stuffed the keys in my pocket I had no idea how to get into the new room so I just imagined myself being there and it worked. It was brightly lit and it had walls full of women in cages and one wall had men bound to it by their hands
‘’ this is going to be fun’’ I said out loud

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Mind Fuck – Intro

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Steady, rhythmic slurping filled the locker room showers. The sound was pornographic and unmistakable to anyone who would have heard it. Had anyone been near enough, they would have immediately recognized the sounds of a wet sloppy blowjob in progress. Had their eyes borne witness, many would have been shocked. Because in the middle of the communal showers, the naked captain of the basketball team was passionately blowing another male student. This wasn’t just any student however. He was submitting himself to what some would describe as his mortal enemy, the person he had tormented from the first day of kindergarten all the way until last year, when he had punched him and left him with a black eye.
“Who’s the faggot now?”
“I am,” the jock replied, barely removing the cock from his glistening lips.
“Say it.”
“I’m a faggot.”
“You like sucking dick, don’t you?”
“I love it.”
“Look at me. Now say it.”
“I love sucking your cock.” As he spoke, his own engorged ebony rod – already throbbing with desire – gave a particuarly large jerk. The team’s captain hadn’t toucheed himself the entire time. In fact, his hands had been behind his back from the very start. It was simply the raw sexuality permeating the room that was holding his entire body under a hypnotic rapture.
“What are you going to do with my cum, fairy?”
“I’m gonna swallow it all.” His eyes hadn’t left the commanding gaze of the man he was blowing, and his erection gave another large bob. It was continually jumping to the rhythm of his accelerated heartbeat.
“I knew you were a faggot from the moment you called me one. Its called ‘projection.’ You take your own fears that you can’t face, and instead force them on someone else. But look at you now, huh? Butt naked, on your knees, sucking on my cock like its your last meal. Look at your dick. You haven’t touched yourself, but you’re dripping all over the place, ready to blow your load. You’re getting off on having me in your mouth, aren’t you? Just like you were meant to.”
It was true. The big ten incher dangling between the jock’s legs was drooling a steady stream of precum, the clear fluid pooling on the floor. The knob was swollen, shiny, and dark, the slit flaring open and closed. His testicles, normally heavy and drooping, had risen almost all the way up, eagerly awaiting the moment that they would jettison their heavy load. He was on the brink of orgasm, and even the slightest touch would be enough to set him off. A drop of water from his wet hair, a featherlight touch, a well-placed breeze –
“Don’t -” But it was too late. The captain needed his own release, and he needed it now. One of his large hands shot from behind his back and curled around his throbbing cock, combining physical stimulation with the sexual thrill of running his lips across the stiff flesh of another male’s sex organ. But what should have been the most powerful orgasm of the jock’s life went horrbily wrong when his meat deflated in his fist.
“-do it.” The jock tore his mouth from the organ in front of him with a mangled cry.
“What the fuck did you do to me?” he screeched. The sexual need was still there. The burning urge to unload his aching testicles still needed to be satisfied. Yet here he kneeled, still in shock, holding his long but flaccid – and most importantly, numb – dick.
“Its not what I did, Jerome. Its what you didn’t – and aren’t – doing. I told you; faggots don’t finish first. I warned you that if you touched yourself, you would be sorry.
“And I want to ask you a question. What were you doing when you got the grand idea to yank one off? Think about it, pussy. You aren’t blowing me, and you aren’t getting any pleasure. Seems pretty simple to me. Of course, what do I know, I’m just a faggot, huh? So, I guess I’ll just pull my pants up and find someone else to finish me off….”
Jerome stared in horror as the young man started pulling his pants and boxers back up, his spit-covered rod still erect. Horror that he wasn’t going to get to finish, and horror at the realization that he was right. Horror that his cock had no feeling. Horror that somehow, he liked sucking that thick fleshy piece of meat. Horror that he was actually eager to taste the semen. Horror that he needed that cock to cum in order to find his own release. Horror that now, there was no way that he could say, he was not a faggot. Because faggots got hard sucking dick, didn’t they? That’s how they got their pleasure.
“Wait.” Jerome’s voice was low and nearly inaudible. Part of him wanted to be heard; part of him wished that he hadn’t actually said anything. His tormentor slowed his pace.
“Did you say something?” The reply was slow, and filled with amusement.
“Please.” The dominant one smirked, confident in his superiority. The request was crystal clear. He almost wanted to make the larger boy say the words, but felt it unnecessary. Jerome had finally fallen. Both of them knew that.
“You know what to do,” the new master said as he stepped once more in front of his submissive. Jerome reached up with shaky hands and popped the button on the jeans. The zipper followed, leaving the still-hard eight incher to bulge out the front of the red and black boxers underneath. He pulled both down which allowed the stiff meat to dangle in his face.
“You’re fucking sick,” Jerome muttered as he wrapped his hot mouth around the cock.
“Yep. I’m sick.” The slurping was frenzied now. Jerome was practically fucking his face onto that cock, twisting his head left and right, pushing his tongue against the sensitive spots, trying to bring the beast down. He was a machine now, his own need for release driving him to give the best blowjob he could.
Brandon couldn’t believe it. Before, he had been getting off solely on the power he had over this self-proclaimed ‘alpha male,’ and his long overdue commuppance. But now, the suction alone was bringing him closer to the edge. Either Jerome had done this before (something he knew had not happened), or he was pulling every trick in the book that he could remember from having his own cock sucked. That mouth was powerful. It certainly wasn’t the best blowjob he’d ever recieved, but it was in the better half, without a doubt.
“Put your hands behind your back.” The submissive did as commanded, even going as far as to clasp his own wrists to prevent temptation. “Now look in my eyes.” He hesitated. “Do it now, fucker. Or you’ll regret it.” Jerome pulled his blank stare from the trimmed crotch and forced his eyes to meet Brandon’s. “That’s it, cum dump. Let me see your shame. Let me see your humiliation as you work for my load.”
It was there, painted on the big man’s face,. He had been an alpha male when he arrived here in every sense. He had the grades. He had the friends. He was the star player on the basketball team with schools tripping over one another to give him a free ride. He had a silver Acura waiting for him in the parking lot. He had one of the hottest girls on his arm, and sitting on his ten inch monster whenever he wanted. The very same cock that now stiffened between his legs, once again throbbing violently and ready to spew the contents of his ballsack at any moment.
He had fallen so far in hte past thirty minutes. Here he was now, knees aching as he knelt before this scrawny wretch who had somehow manged to best him without laying a finger on him. His lips, tongue, cheeks, and even throat were burning in agony from the repeated violation. His back, his body, and his mind hurt. But Jerome kept the powerful suction going because he was just that damn close. He was sitting on the edge of teh best cum of his life, and he knew it. Better than the first blowjob he’d recieved, better than losing his V-Card – hell – better than the first time his cock had pierced Danielle’s tight little starfish –
“I’m about to cum.” Relief flooded through the jock followed by confusion when the warm flesh was ripped from his mouth with a wet, slurpy pop.
“I’m gonna cum in your mouth, Jerome, and you’re going to swallow everything, aren’t you?” The jock nodded. “Everything you don’t eat, you will lick up, right?” Another nod. “While you’re eating my jizz, I want you watching my eyes. I want you to see what a real man looks like when he gets his nut.”
The younger boy stuffed his throbbing eight incher back into the hot mouth provided and began pumping. His hands were clasped behind Jerome’s head as he literally used the suctioning mouth to jerk himself off. Though the head was constantly pounding the back of his throat, Jerome kept his hands behind his back. He couldn’t believe it, but he was getting even higher off this merciless mouth rape. His piss slit was now wide open, precum flowing in a steady stream. His large balls were held tight against his body.
Brandon continued to hold Jerome’s gaze, and within ten strokes, the first ropes of cum began firing from Brandon’s cock. He resisted the urge to force himself balls deep into Jerome’s mouth, instead pulling out until only the head was resting on Jerome’s tongue. Being deepthroated would make things easy on Jerome. Brandon wanted him to taste his seed. One hand wrapped around his shaft as Brandon literally jerked off into Jerome’s mouth. Every throb, every spurt was heaven after forcing himself to wait six days for this one moment of revenge. And there was no doubt that it was worth it.
For his part, Jerome’s mind was nearly blank for the first time since the beginning of his ordeal. The moment that the first shot of semen was fired against the roof of his mouth, Jerome’s own cock began blasing rope after rope of his sticky fluid. His mind focused on three things alone: the mind-numbing, completely electrifying release of his orgasm, which was more than he could have imagined; eye contact with this Master, for he knew that he was the reason for the intensity of this orgasm; and not choking to death on this near-inhuman amount of cum flooding his mouth. Fat ropes were continually being ejected from Brandon’s root, and they weren’t slowing down. Jerome was swallowing it as fast as he could, but each rope was nearly a mouthful, and it had started spilling almost from the start.
His senses were filled with that cock and its life-giving load. Jerome could see at the bottom of his vision that chocolate rod extending from the groin and extending forth, disappearing under his nose and combining with the sensation of that meat stretching his lips and lying on his tongue, hot and shuddering and pumping out ropes of slimy liquid. He felt the goo slide down his esophagus and into his stomach, and could feel the excess flow freely from the corners of his mouth and down his chin, landing in sticky strings on his chest, stomach, and thighs. Jerome could smell the two aromas – both slightly chlorinated but very distinct – mingling together and filling his lungs. He could taste the salty, bitter, and slightly tangy flavor of the semen that coated his entire mouth and covered his pink tongue, still dancing lightly over the cock head in his mouth. He heard the hard, shuddering breaths from both of them as they endured their moments of ecstacy; heard every hard gulp he made as he sent another mouthful of jizz to his stomach.
After a good long minute, both orgasms finally died down. Jerome’s cock lurched one last time as the one in his mouth gave one final dribble before being pulled away. As the standing youth tucked himself back into his boxers and pulled up his pants, Jerome ran his tongue over his lips to clean up the leftovers. His cock gave a pleasurable throb as it slowly rose back to full mast, looking for all the world as if he had not experienced an orgasm at all. Jerome scraped, smeared, and finally outright began to slurp up the puddle of mixed jizz from the floor. His rapist turned back at the door and spoke.
“One more thing. If I were you, I wouldn’t think of trying to report me to anyone. No one’ll believe that a sturdy and capable young man like yourself got taken advantage of by a five foot seven, hundred and thirty pound wet blanket. So go ahead and save yourself the embarassment -” A particuarly enthusiastic slurp came from Jerome. “Well, more embarassment, I should say.”
Jerome heard and understood, but was too involved in riding this new sexual high to respond. He smeared as much of their mutual fluids on his cock and pounded his meat so a second powerful climax, shuddering hard as he collapsed to the floor.
Out in the darkened parking lot, Brandon Edwards horsed the engine of his 1978 Chevy Nova. Morally, what he had done tonight was wrong. Legally, it was rape. But he knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he would get away with it. There were no witnesses, and the only other witness would never breathe a word. Not from fear, Brandon knew, but from pride. People like Jerome couldn’t show weakness for fear of appearing to be weak. So he would suffer in silence.
Brandon had considered full advantage of Jerome, but ultimately decided against it. Brandon knew Jerome couldn’t have resisted, but after the act was finished, Jerome would have actually had evidence. It would have been too tempting for Brandon to simply force his way into Jerome’s rectum and leave behind a sticky deposit leaking from a ripped anus. Chances were that Jerome still wouldn’t have told, but Brandon wasn’t willing to leave evidence like that up to chance.
Brandon knew that he had changed the course of a life tonight. Jerome Sanders would never again experience the sexual pleasure he had that night, but he would spend the rest of his life on his knees, eating load after load of sperm in the hopes of finding it. It would kill the big man inside to do it, but he would do so anyway. Jerome would never be happy again, just as he had made Brandon’s life hell since the day they had met. No, Brandon had not changed a life tonight. He had ruined one, and he could not force himself to feel any sorrow.
‘Revenge isn’t always sweet,’ he thought as he eased out of the parking lot. ‘Sometimes, its salty.’

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