Reluctance

Master PC – Kyle’s Adventure pt4

Please shoot me your feedback & ideas! I have quite a few more chapters I’m working on now and would love some constructive feedback on this, and my future works. This story is built off of J.R. Parz’s Master PC Universe. Thanks for creating such a fun world! As to Chapter 3 – It needs a re-do here in the future. So, stand by for that!
Guessing I need to add this… if you’re under the age of 18, please stop reading now. All characters in this story are 18 years or older.

Teacher, Teacher chapter 2

It was now two weeks since the young teachers had returned from Mexico and they had yet to talk. In fact they hadn’t talk on the way home either. They mostly slept and tried to keep a low profile. When Sandy went through customs, the agent looked at her in her club wear and she knew he thought she was a slut. Then he opened her suitcase. Sandy gasped as there were no clothes in it, and it was filled with all sorts of sexual devices.

The Rape of Persephone

Inspired by the Greek myth of Hades (god of the underworld) kidnapping Persephone (goddess of the spring) and taking her as his wife. This story does not accurately depict all the events or facts that were in the myth, I just liked the idea and wanted to expand on it. This is my first story for the website so be sure to give me any suggestions you may have and be sure to tell me if its too tame. I wanted to write a story I would like, one with an actual plot with relationships and personalities between the characters, I didn’t want to jump right into the sex before giving a good build up, but if it is too tame tell me. 🙂

Baby-sitters Delight: Joyce

First in what I hope to be an ongoing series. Very little to no sex in this chapter, mostly just back story and set up for what comes in later chapters. Constructive criticism is always welcome.
Baby-sitters Delight: Joyce
Joyce Silverman ran out the door of the office building where she worked as an executive assistant, fearful she might miss her bus home and be late for dinner. Her long black hair streamed out behind her as she ran down the block. Reaching the bus stop with a couple minutes to spare, she stopped to catch her breath. As her breath returned, she caught sight of herself in the plastic side of the bus shelter. Staring back at her was a woman that could have been any other normal working single mother. The skin on her face was smooth, clear and firm. A fact she was proud of, as it made her look much younger than the forty years of age she was. The eyes that stared back with large and brown, what many would call doe eyes. They were bright and clear, unless one looked very closely and saw the weariness behind them.
How did it come to this? She thought to her reflection. Six months ago I had my own car, my independence and a healthy bank account.
You know how this happened. You wanted it to happen. Her reflection answered back with a small smile.
Yes, I did, but I never dreamed it would go this far, but this all encompassing. She looked at how she was dressed in her reflection. Her skirt was just a couple of inches too short to be proper for the office, but not short enough to draw comment. The same with the heels she wore, just a little too high to be working in all day, but not so high to be noticeable. Most of all she was aware of what she was wearing, or not wearing under her clothes. Her half-cup bra lifted her firm 36B breasts, but left the nipples bare to poke thru the silk of her blouse. Only silk tops for her, to stimulate her nipples and keep them stiff. Under her skirt she was bare, other than shoes, she was only allowed only article of clothing below her waist.
The bus came to a halt at the corner, the hiss of its airbreaks snapping her out of her thoughts. She entered the bus and paid her fare with the last two dollars in her purse. She found a seat near the front, and sat down with a heavy sigh, her mind going back to the events of six months ago.
She had just divorced her abusive alcoholic husband of 15 years and moved away to find a new life for her and her thirteen year old daughter. She found a two bedroom house in a nice suburban neighborhood, full of families. There was a good school nearby that came highly recommended by the neighbors. It would be a prefect restart to their life she thought. That was until the day she met Allison, her neighbor’s sixteen year old daughter and her world was turned upside down.
They had just arrived at their new house and were moving boxes in when she first saw Allison. Joyce had just grabbed a couple of boxes out of the truck and turned around when she caught sight of the young beauty standing on the lawn next door. Joyce noticed right away the cut off shorts the girl wore, and how they showed off her long, firm and tanned legs. The girl’s T-shirt was tight and Joyce could see she wasn’t wearing a bra, the girls nipples were visibly making small tents in the shirt. The girl smiled at Joyce, her brilliant white teeth standing out in contrast to the golden tan of her face. Joyce knew right away she was in love, well, more like lust.
Joyce had always harbored a secret attraction for teen girls. She loved their smooth firm skin, the fresh scent of their bodies and their sweet innocence. Most of all was the lure of such forbidden fruit. It was a desire she never acted on, not wanting to risk losing her daughter or going to jail. She did enjoy going to the mall or the beach and secretly checking them out, but that was as far as she went. She also had a large collection of stories and pictures she had downloaded off the Internet to help curb her desire to act out her fantasies.
“Hi!” The girl said cheerily as she approached Joyce, her shoulder length blond hair glowing in the warm sun. “I’m Allison, I guess you’re our new neighbors huh?”
“Hello Allison” Joyce dropped her eyes as she spoke. There was something about this girl’s presence that was intimidating. The boxes in her arms were starting to become heavy and she started to turn to put them back down in the truck “Yes, I guess we are. I’m Joyce and my daughter Elizabeth is around her someplace,”
” You have a daughter? Cool! How old she is?” Allison moved to block Joyce from putting the boxes down in the truck. She smiled in a friendly way. but Joyce could have sworn there was a hint of a darker intent behind it.
“Liz is thirteen” Joyce gave a nod towards the house “There she is now.”
They both turned to look as a young girl came running out of the front door. Her skinny legs flashing under the loose summer dress that flapped around them as she ran towards them. She looked much like her mother, long black hair and just a hint of her hips starting to fill out into womanhood. She ran up to the both of them.
“I love this house Mom!” she turned to Allison “HI! I am Elizabeth, but everyone calls me Liz, you can call me Liz too. who are you?” She said in a breathless rush.
“Hello Liz, I am Allison, a pleasure to met you and your mother.” She said with a smile.
Joyce turned and handed the boxes to Liz. “Here honey, take these inside. They go in the kitchen.” She turned back around, pushing a loose strand of hair out of her face, to find Allison had moved to stand very close to her. They both stood silently and watch the younger girl go back into the house, then Allison turned to face Joyce.
Allison looked deep into Joyce’s eyes and smiled again “You know Joyce, if you ever need a night out I would love to baby-sit for you, or just come over and hang out with you and Liz.” As she spoke Allison ran a fingernail lightly down the side of Joyce’s arm, sending shivers thru the older woman’s entire body. The fresh scent of strawberries hung in the air around the girl, clouding Joyce’s mind. “Well, I should get back home, but I am sure we will be seeing a lot more of each.” She gave Joyce a sly wink and walked slowly back towards her house. Joyce watched her walk away, admiring the teen’s bottom in the tight shorts. As she reached the door of her house, Allison turned towards Joyce and blew her a kiss, then disappeared inside. Joyce knew, in the pit of her stomach, this girl was going to be trouble for her.
The next couple of weeks passed in relative quiet for Joyce and Elizabeth. They spent their time unpacking and settling into their new house. Joyce started to find her way around at her new job and was making friends there quickly. Since it was summer, Allison had offered to hang out of Elizabeth during the day while Joyce was at work. Joyce was happy to Elizabeth wouldn’t be home all day by herself and had made a new friend.
Many evenings, as Joyce would be getting home from work, her teen neighbor would be out in her yard. It seemed that girl would purposely time it to be emerging from the house just as Joyce arrived home. Allison would usually be dressed in cut off shorts that showed a hint of the bottom of her butt and a small bikini top. On most occasions, the girl would approach the car and plant herself in Joyce’s way and block her from moving towards the house. Often the girl would stand very close while talking to Joyce and would frequently touch her older neighbor on the arm or shoulder. When Joyce would try to move away, the teen would move to block her again. At times, she suspected that the girl might have been flirting with her, but thought that was too much to hope for. It made Joyce a little nervous to be around the girl, not sure she could continue to fight her own growing desire. Nonetheless, thoughts of the girl would fuel her late night masturbation sessions.
At the end of her second week one of her coworkers invited Joyce to join a group of ladies from work for a girls night out. Joyce didn’t accept right away, but said she would have to see if she could arrange for a baby-sitter first. That evening, when she got home, she once again found Allison outside laying in a lounge chair sunning herself. Today she was wearing a tiny bikini bottom that barely covered her sex, and a top that was nothing more then some string and a couple of triangles of cloth covering her nipples, leaving most of her young breasts bare. Joyce remained in her car for a few minutes, unsure she would be able to control herself around this girl while she was dressed like that.
She finally screwed up her courage and got out of the car and waved to the young girl “Hey Allison, can you come here for a minute?”
Allison stood from the chair “Sure thing Ms. Silverman.” She jogged over to Joyce, her pert breasts barely staying in her small top.
Lord help me Thought Joyce as she watch the girl jog over to her. What I wouldn’t give for the string on that top to break.
“Something you need?” Asked Allison, standing in front of the older woman, her legs slightly parted, hands on her hips.
Oh yes there is, but I can’t have it Said the voice in Joyce’s head as she eyed the girl. “Yes, I was wondering if you would be available to baby-sit tomorrow night for me. Some girls from work are going out and invited me along”
“Sure! That would be no problem, I really had no plans anyway” replied Allison. She took a step closer, her thinly covered breasts lightly brushing along the older woman’s arm “Maybe, if you aren’t too tired when you get home, you and I can get to know one another better too.”
Joyce felt herself blush at the contact of the girls breasts on her arm “Y-yes, that might be nice.”
“OK, super!” Allison leaned in a planted a small quick kiss on her cheek “See you tomorrow then” She turned and walked slowly back to her own house. Joyce remained where she was, her hand on her cheek. Did she just kiss me?
That night was a near sleepless one for Joyce, visions of Allison in that tiny bikini floating thru her head, her cheek still burned where the girl had kissed it. She masturbated to several orgasms, all to the thoughts of her little teen neighbor girl.
The doorbell ring promptly at 7 P.M. the next night, just as Joyce was putting the finishing touches on her makeup. She came down the stairs a few minutes later to find Liz and Allison standing in the front hallway, talking about some TV show they had both watched the previous evening. She stopped when she saw Allison was in a short skirt, one that barely went past her bottom, and a thin T-shirt, The visibility of her nipples proving that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Wow! Mom, you look gorgeous!” Liz said when she saw her mother standing at the bottom of the stairs.
“Yeah, Ms Silverman you look hot.” Allison was eyeing her up and down. She raised her eyes to look directly into Joyce’s and gave her lips a very subtle little lick with the tip of her tongue.
Joyce blushed a little at this comment, and the sight of the tip of the girl’s pink tongue.”Thank you girls. Allison I don’t know what time I will be home, but Liz goes to bed at 11. There are snacks and drinks in the fridge.”
“Mom! It’s summer and besides its the weekend, why do I have to go to bed at 11?” Liz whined.
“Because… “Joyce was startled to distraction by the sight of what Allison was doing behind Liz. The girl was slowly licking her finger and lightly running it over her nipples that were showing clearly thru her shirt. Joyce struggled to not stare or let her daughter notice what she was looking at. Allison locked eyes with Joyce, licked her lips and smiled. It was a smile that said I know you want this. She was sure now this girl was trying her best to seduce her, and knew that it was working. That thought filled her with an equal mix of fear and excitement. With great effort she was finally able to tear her eyes off the teen beauty and turned to her daughter. “Because that is your bedtime, you know that. OK girls have fun and don’t cause any trouble!” With that, Joyce headed out the door.
Joyce spent the next several hours in a mental fog, not really paying any attention to what her coworkers were talking about over their drinks. Her thoughts were filled with images of Allison in various modes of dress and, to her shame and excitement, undress. Finally around 12:30, she told her coworkers she was going to call it a night, claiming to be tired and needing to get her baby-sitter home. Pulling her car out of the parking lot, she turned to take the long way home in an attempt to give herself some time to calm down. As she drove slowly home, her thoughts were solely of Allison and the things she wanted to have the girl to do her. She felt her panties getting moist with the hope that tonight would be the night her fantasy would come true. She finally admitted to herself, with some fear and even more excitement, she would eventually give in to the young temptresses flirtations. She pulled into the drive way of her home and shut the car off. Sitting there quietly in the dark car for a few moments, she thought over what she was about to do. She screwed up her courage to face what ever maybe waiting for her in the house and walked up to the front door and with a deep breath, opened it.
She stood in the front entry way, softly closing the door behind her. The hallway was softly lit by a light from the living room and she could hear the TV playing quietly. Standing there, her hand still on the doorknob, she didn’t know whether to be afraid or excited that Allison might still be up. She took off her coat, hung up it and walked into the living room.
She stopped in sudden shock and horror when she saw what was playing on the TV. On the screen, in living color, was herself, naked and tied to the bed, her ass was thrust up and a very rosy red. She immediately recognized the scene from a time she had been cheating on her husband with a younger secretary from work. That girl had turned out to have a very kinky and sadistic streak and it had turned Joyce on to be tied down and spanked and used however the girl wanted to use her. The volume on the TV was down but she could hear her imagine on the screen begging to be taken in the ass hard and calling herself all sorts of filthy names. As the full impact of what she was seeing hit her a small gasp escaped from her. which drew the attention of Allison, whose back had been to her.
Allison looked over her shoulder and saw her older neighbor standing in the doorway. She smiled and grabbed the remote to shut the TV off as she stood from the couch. She walked with a slow confident air over to Joyce and stood in front of her.”Some very interesting home movies you have Ms. Silverman”
“Where? How?” Joyce was too stunned to speak. She knew that an even darker secret of hers exposed. Ever since that tryst with the young secretary, Joyce was not only attracted to younger girls, she also dreamed of being dominated by them. In the deepest darkest corners of her mind she fantasized about being slapped, called names, and kneeling at the feet of a beautiful teen girl.
“Well, you see, Liz went to bed a little early, and I was bored. So I used your computer to check my email. Well, that didn’t take very long, so feeling very wicked, I decided to do a little snooping to see what you might have on there.” Allison reached out and gently lifted Joyce’s head by the chin so they were looking into each others eyes. ” You know what I found? A whole bunch of stories. Dirty, naughty stories of older women doing all sorts of dirty and nasty things to please younger girls. Some of them even a little underage.” Allison leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on the older woman’s lips. She continued to kiss her way slowly and softly up the side of Joyce’s face to her ear, where the young girl whispered “I read one or two of them and they made me hot.” The last word coming out in a breathless whisper. She raised one hand to grasp the older mother’s breast and started to squeeze it while rubbing up and down over the protruding nipple.
Joyce was in too much of a daze to speak. She tried, she opened her mouth but no sound come out. Allison’s hand on her breast was sending electric shocks straight through her body to her loins. At that moment she was ready to drop to her knees and do anything this young tormentor asked of her. Suddenly the hand left her breast and traveled light down her side and over her stomach. Pausing only long enough to unsnap and unzip her pants before it continued into them. Joyce knew she should stop this, that it was wrong from many reasons, but she her body had taken over and she slowly spread her legs to allow that hand easier access to her nether regions. A fingertip come to rest lightly on her clit and she let out a small moan.
“Please. Don’t.” Come out of her in a small whisper.
Allison only giggled at her whispered plea. “I was hot and needed to get off, so I went looking through your dresser, to see if you have any toys I could use. Well, imagine my surprise when I found this little home movie of yours.” As she spoke, the tip of her middle finger was slowly moving in small, light circles over the tip of the older woman’s clit.
“Please. Don’t” Joyce whispered again, even weaker this time. Her hand came up to grab the wrist of her tormentor. In her she mind wasn’t clear if she was attempting to pull the hand away or tighter into her.
“But Ms. Silverman, you seem to be enjoying this.” Allison’s finger pressed against the clit harder as it started to rub it faster.
“Please.” Her grip tightened on the wrist she held as she began to pant from the attention her clit was getting “Don’t”
“Don’t?” OK.” Allison said with a wicked smile and pulled her fingers out of the desperate woman’s pants. She held them up in front of Joyce’s face where they both could see how they glistened with wetness. She slowly slid the finger into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked on it. Releasing the finger from her mouth with a pop, she smiled at the cowering woman in front of her. “Ms. Silverman, you taste simply delicious.”
Joyce could only moan in despair. She glanced quickly at the stairs, desperately hoping Liz wouldn’t wake up and interrupt this fulfillment of her fantasies. She stared into the ice blue eyes of the young teen blonde in front of her, wanting to feel those fingers on her again. This young girl has so quickly drove to the heart of everything she had dreamed of that she knew she would never be able to resist. She wanted to say something but at the moment words failed her and all she could squeak out was a feeble “Please.”
Allison smiled and raised her hand to gently stroke the side of the face of the dark haired woman in front of her. With a sudden movement she turned and walked back across the room where she quickly ejected the DVD she had been watching and slide it into her purse. ” I think I am going to keep this and watch the rest of it later.” She gave one breast a quick squeeze as she walked past Joyce to the front door. As she opened the door she looked back and said “I will be home all day tomorrow. If you want to continue, you know where I am.” With that, she walked out the door.
Joyce heard the front door close with a soft click and fell to the floor. She curled up in a fetal position and burst into tears as her fingers worked furiously in her crotch.
End Chapter One.

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The Wrath of Gaia pt 5

I just can’t seem to make these parts any longer than this so I’m going to stop beating myself up over it. I just hope you all enjoy the parts from now on as they are.

Naughty Babysitter

OK readers, here comes a LONG story that I have been working on for a while. I don’t think this will become a series unless I get requests for it. Tina comes home early and finds a surprise in her bedroom, the babysitter masturbating on her bed. She could just fire the girl, but decides to punish her, while living out one of her fantasies.

New Neighbor: Part 2

New Neighbor Part 2
Thanks for the comments guys =] I hope you think this one is as good as the last =]
“BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!” blared the alarm inches from my head waking me, pulling me from a sexy dream. It was the morning after my first encounter with the boy next door and I was exhausted. The night before I had tossed and turned not being able to get the image of his shocked face out of my head and I couldn’t help wondering about how the wait at the bus stop would be the next morning. I grinned into my pillow as I went through what I had done the night before; it had made me feel so naughty. The boy, a boy whose name I didn’t even know, watched me dance around my room butt naked, and masturbate to an orgasm. How naughty could I get? I smiled as I rolled over to look at my ceiling. “I could probably get even naughtier,” I thought to myself mischievously.
I stretched out in bed and then finally sat up. Glancing over at the calendar on my wall, I remembered that I needed to wear my uniform to school today. I hopped out of bed and walked into my bathroom to get ready, putting on a little makeup and brushing my hair out. Walking out of the bathroom, I headed over to my desk, where my uniform was laying out and put it on. The skirt was short and a navy blue with a white stripe at the bottom and the top was cropped just above my belly button with the word CATS written across my chest. The cheerleaders at my school got in trouble with teachers all the time about the uniforms being against school policy but since the principal’s daughter was a cheerleader, the skimpy uniforms stayed and the teachers kept their mouths shut. I then pulled on my spanky pants and tennis shoes, before grabbing my bag to head out the door.
When I got to the bus stop, there was a slight chill in the air giving me goose bumps along my long legs and arms. I was rubbing my arms to warm myself, when I heard the front door of my new neighbors house open and close. Trying to keep myself from grinning, I looked over at the boy watching him as he walked down the steps of his front porch and towards me. He was just as cute as before even though I really couldn’t see his face. He was refusing to make eye contact with me by staring at the ground as we stood waiting for the bus. No longer being able to keep my grin off my face, I spoke up. “Hi, I’m Kayla. I live next door.” Like he already doesn’t know that, I thought my grin widening. He glanced up, his cheeks fire engine red and adorable, and said quietly, “I’m Brendon.” He didn’t keep eye contact for long before staring at the ground again.
“Where are you from?” I asked smiling innocently at him. This was too much fun, I thought. “Springboro,” he mumbled keeping his gaze away from mine. “Oh, so you didn’t have to move far. That’s not too bad,” I said brightly. He nodded, and then turned to watch the now approaching bus. The kid could act a little more interested, I mused. “What grade are you in?” I asked one last time at trying to get some sort of conversation with him going. “I’m a junior,” he said sounding relieved that the bus was there and he wouldn’t have to keep being embarrassed. I smiled again at him, “Same as me. Well that will be nice as we will probably be seeing A LOT of each other with all the school activities.” He got even redder at that and stared at me. I smiled innocently at him trying to keep from snickering at his reactions which were just adorable.
The bus was now in front of us and he climbed on quickly trying to get away but I wasn’t having it. He took a seat about half way back and I sat across from him keeping my back pack on the extra seat. Brendon kept his eyes forward and wouldn’t even glance at me. He was making this so much fun. As the bus started going the normal route, I pushed myself as far into the seat as I could so that the only person who could really see me at first glance was him. Because the seats were so long and narrow, it was difficult to look into a seat that was diagonal, and by pushing myself all the way against the window it was very hard to get a good glance without craning around the seat purposefully to look. I propped my back against the window and sat crossed legged on the seat, looking straight on at Brendon.
Still refusing to look at me, Brendon was now staring at his hands in his lap. I waited patiently, watching him, knowing that he would eventually look over. As I waited, thoughts of the night before started playing over in my head making me wet. Brendon was now a mere few feet away from me and I wanted to play. Letting my fingertips trail up and down my thigh, I continued to think about what could have happened if he had been this far away from me the night before, with no glass in between. Not being able to help myself, I softly stroked my thigh down to my wet pussy, and started to rub myself over my spankies.
Brendon glanced over (finally) and the look of shock on his face was ten times more than the one from the night before as I slowly touched myself under my skirt. He glanced to his left and right, at the kids that were in the seats in front of me and behind me looking slightly outraged that I was touching myself in such a public place. I did not care. Letting my leg fall of the seat and propping the other up, I gave him a full frontal view of my pussy as I pushed the spankies aside and started to stroke myself. His mouth dropped open slightly, and I could see the dilemma going on inside his head. Either watch the girl that was basically a complete stranger masturbate or tell her to stop, not that it would of made a difference.
I was putting on a show just for him, and it was turning me on like no other, as my juices soaked my spankies and tighs. I inserted a finger into my aching pussy, watching Brendon for his reaction. He was so cute as he tried to hide his now evident and straining erection. I licked my lips and added another finger as I started to slowly push myself towards orgasm. My legs were now shaking as I sped up the action of my fingers and I let out a soft whimper. Brendon’s eyes flew from my pussy, to my face, a look of lust and wonder covering his cute features. Biting down on my lip and closing my eyes, I could feel the flames in my pussy as the peak of orgasm was so close and I was trying so hard to quietly push myself over that edge.
When I opened my eyes, I saw Brendon’s hand in his pants moving slowly and it sent me over the edge. I bit down on the collar of my shell as the waves of the orgasm crashed over me sending me into convulsions. I couldn’t stop cumming, my hips bucking at my fingers while my legs shook uncontrollably. Finally, I came down from the orgasm and my body went limp. Brendon just stared at me, jaw dropped and eyes wide. I grinned at him, through heavy lidded eyes, now tired from my first thing in the morning activities.
Kids around us started to stand, slinging their backpacks over their shoulders and gathering their things. I quickly put my legs down and grabbed my back pack from the floor. Brendon, almost as if he was coming out of a daze, grabbed his bag and put his arms through the straps. As he stood in front of me, and we shuffled to the bus door, I stood on my tiptoes and whispered in his ear, “I’ll see ya tonight cutie.” He glanced back at me, a slight blush on his face, as he said, “Can’t wait.” Neither could I.

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Demonology; part 3

The warm light filtering through the tall windows warmed Amanda’s naked form. Stretching like a cat in sunlight, Amanda cracked one eye open then the other. Her husband’s still sleeping form was next to her in bed, his horns having gown exponentially in the last couple of weeks. At first it was something concerning for Amanda, but he assured her that it was perfectly natural and part of his final stages of development.
The Taipan demons, of which her husband, Balthazar was one, were the record keepers of the nine realms. They studied other species and wrote books on them. As a species advances, like humans, they take a more interested role, usually keeping to the shadows to avoid “cultural contamination” they called it. In instances like Amanda, cultural contamination can result in an advantageous situation. The Taipan females were growing to be infertile and the race was in danger of extinction. Balthazar’s marriage to Amanda was a test to see if a human woman could carry a Taipan child to term. The news was frightening to Amanda but she had no other course, she was already pregnant.
Once a week she was required to report to Balthazar’s brother Mikel for progress on the pregnancy. The incubation period for a Taipan child was about three months, so it was unclear just how long a mixed child would take and they wanted to be prepared.
Amanda got up, dressed and trudged down the hallway to Mikel’s lab. Entering without knocking she found him reading a book.
“Humans are fascinating creatures.” Mikel commented without looking up.
“How so?”
“In general.” Mikel looked up as Amanda sat in a nearby chair. “How are you feeling today?”
“Exhausted, hungry, tired, a little run down, did I mention sleepy?”
Sitting at his work bench with a stack of books around him, Mikel listened carefully committing everything to his memory. She never saw him write anything, just listen. What was eerie was that he was able to recall the smallest of detail with such precision, you’d think he was reading it.
“How much sleep did you actually get?”
“About nine hours. Which is about two more than I normally need.”
Mikel began searching his work bench for something. Amanda was still unclear of his purpose but Mikel was somewhere between doctor and mad scientist. She wouldn’t be surprised if he handed her a bottle of pills or a rat tail to carry.
Finding a small dram of a yellow liquid he handed it to her.
“Two drops on your tongue when you are ready to sleep. It should be fine for you to take. Now, about your world…”
Amanda sat back and answered question upon question about her world and what the people were like. More importantly what child birth was life for a human. In new territory herself, Amanda had to admit she knew next to nothing about it. The last two visits, Mikel had focused these appointments on her and her background and genetic information. He took some samples from her but never told her why. The change of topic from her to her old world made her sad. She missed her little house, missed her brother and missed her job as a writer. Her new world with Balthazar was fascinating, learning about his culture and their world history. She was still unsure about being a wife and mother and eventually a Queen. But, for some strange reason, she trusted Balthazar not to steer her wrong.
At the conclusion of her appointment with Mikel, she stood, taking her dram of liquid and started heading out of the room.
“One last thing…” Mikel stopped her, “I may need your help with a project. It’s one that I am sure Balthazar would not want you to be involved with but I require your expertise. Can I count on your help?”
“I need to know what I am getting into before I can make that kind of guarantee.” Amanda stopped and turned to face him.
“I need to harvest more of your kind to repopulate our species.”
Amanda stood quietly.
“Harvest?”
Mikel nodded. Amanda grew angry.
“You don’t harvest people, we don’t grow on trees.”
“Fine, acquire. I need your help.”
“With what? Kidnapping women for you to knock up?”
“I need you to guide me to a large population of females for selection.”
“You’re a pig.”
“This is from the King himself.” Mikel responded evenly.
It was hard to rile Mikel, but it was apparently easy for Amanda to lose her cool.
“I’m sure Balthazar would be very interested in knowing about this.”
“He already knows and he approves but requests that we ask permission first.”
Amanda stood staring at her brother-in-law, mouth open.
“We leave in two hours. Make your preparations.” Mikel turned away from the redhead and went back to his books.
Turning from his room, Amanda was shocked that Balthazar would agree to this sort of mass kidnapping. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. Wondering the halls without looking where she was going, she decided that she was going to go but only to prevent them from taking these women. Maybe she would stay in her world, terminate the pregnancy and forget that she was ever in a demon dimension.
A sudden pain caused her to double over. Her stomach contorted, as if something was moving inside of her. Amanda moved her shirt up to look at her stomach, still flat but with something clearly wrong. Staggering back to her room she hoped that Balthazar was awake to help her and to answer a few questions.
At her room, she was disappointed to find them empty, but the pain had subsided for now. In a foul mood, Amanda stripped her clothes off and headed to the bathroom to bathe. Underneath the faux waterfall, Amanda tried to rinse the morning off of her. Upset and confused about what she was doing and what she wanted, she began to lather her body. Rubbing her breasts with the soap, she found her nipples to be incredibly sensitive. At first surprised, she began to explore this new development. The areolas had darkened and spread while the nipples were now erect and slightly longer. The water on them created a very pleasurable experience, it wasn’t until she rubbed them that it caused a heighten state of arousal instantly.
As her left hand explored the possibilities of nipple tweaking, her right hand instinctively went south. It didn’t take long for Amanda to work up a sweat rubbing her clit. Closing her eyes Amanda stuck her first three fingers inside her and began to work out her frustrations on herself. She only served to work herself up but was having her usual problem alleviating it. Feeling a hand on her back bend her over, she looked back and saw Balthazar taking up position behind her. He entered her easily and began to rock gently. Amanda was thankful that he had arrived when he had but she was still mad at him. Pushing back against him with force, she took her anger out on his cock. Slowly she could feel his knot beginning to swell. For now it stimulated the opening of her pussy before it became lodged inside her.
When it was clear it was not pulling free from her, Balthazar pushed harder and deeper, feeling her muscles contract around him sent ripples of pleasure throughout his body. At the height of his pleasure his body convulsed and he roared like a beast filling her with his seed once more.
Now that she was pregnant and his body have sensed it, it took a few moments for the swelling in his knot to subside enough where he could dislodge from her.
Amanda stood and turned to face her husband, a goofy look on his face. Slapping him hard, she turned and grabbed a towel and exited the waterfall.
“Blast a peirol, what has gotten into you girl?” He exclaimed watching her towel off.
“Harvest women? You really want me to help your brother harvest female humans?”
The venom caused Balthazar to stare at her for a long moment before he could register what she had said.
“Recruit. I don’t want to force anyone.”
“But you would have me go?”
“I’m going too, I figured you would want to ensure the women was coming on their own.”
Amanda stormed into their bedroom and began to dress. She wasn’t happy with this idea but she was less angry knowing that he would be with her. Balthazar came stumbling out of the bathroom toweling himself off but having caught the towel on one of his horns.
“Amanda, having been taking prisoner by those people, I would not want to suffer anyone the same fate or worse. It is important to me that you know that.”
Amanda turned and began to laugh, seeing the towel. Balthazar’s brow furrowed.
“It’s not funny.” He said.
She laughed harder. Walking up to her he bowed his head allowing her to remove the fabric for him.
“I’m not used to them yet.” He ran his hand over the smooth black horn that was now about five inches long.
“I like them.” Amanda smiled.
Balthazar sighed and smiled too.
“I don’t like to fight.”
“Then consider it over.”
She kissed his check and started to get dress. Looking over her shoulder she saw he was lost in thought.
“What is it?” She asked.
“Nothing, just a bad feeling.” Turning, he walked to his clothing and began to dress as well.
***
A short time later Balthazar and Amanda were standing with Mikel and three other demons in a room Amanda could only assume was a ritual room of some sort. It was a round room with a stone floor and the center removed for the fire pit. Incense burned causing Amanda to become slightly dizzy.
“Do we know this is going to work?” Amanda whispered to Balthazar.
“No.”
“Isn’t this a little risky and hasty?”
“We are a desperate people.”
Amanda was nervous. Balthazar had said there was no way that they could go back. How could this happen?
As if waiting for her to think it, a light floated in the air on the far side of the room that dripped light to the ground. A rip opened up before them and a blinding light greeted them from the other side.
“Go.” Mikel instructed.
One by one the demons walked through the rip, disappearing from site. Amanda looked at Balthazar and reached for his hand. Taking it, he led her through the tear and into the unknown.
There was light everywhere. It blinded them, it stuffed into their ears making them deaf, it choked the air from them. Soon Amanda realized she had let go of Balthazar and she was alone. Frantically trying to move through the soupy resistance of the interdimensional light, Amanda was afraid that she would be stuck, lost between worlds and without her beast. Grasping around as if she was in the dark, she kept bumping into something that was grabbing for her. Allowing her arms to be taken she followed through and prayed that it was a friend on the other side.
The light continued to hurt her eyes, but it was receding , color and shapes were visible.
“Well, lookee here Marlon.” She heard a man’s voice say.
Turning towards the source of the sound she tried blinking the light away. Seeing the shape of a man before her, she looked around. The shapes were starting to come into focus, there were many people around. Turning every which way, Amanda realized she was surrounded. As her vision cleared she recognized faces and wished that she had remained blind.
“Lucinda, we have a visitor. Let’s make her feel welcomed.” The smiling man stated.
Amanda screamed and the group reached for her.
***
“I won’t leave her to them.” Balthazar hissed.
“You won’t. These are the people she saved you from?” Mikel asked.
Balthazar nodded.
“Good, we have our cattle.” Mikel turned and looked at the three other demons. “Don’t kill, we need them as healthy as possible.”
They nodded in agreement.
“Any objections to this?” Mikel asked impassively.
“Just let me kill the head male.” Balthazar growled as he watched the smiling man grab Amanda by her hair.
“He is yours.”
“We need a plan.” Balthazar said. “Follow me.”
Reluctantly he retreated to Amanda’s house to plan their attack.
***
The smiling man was standing in the midst of a circle of his people. His right hand holding Amanda by her hair, he looked at his people crouched in the dirt around him.
‘Peons.’ He thought as he spoke. ‘Not one of them worth what little power they hold.’
He paused. Looking at their faces it was clear he had said something they didn’t understand. Again. Disgusted he threw the woman in the dirt at his feet.
“She stole from us. Her body is forfeit.”
Turning, the smiling man walked to the picnic bench to try once again to decipher the book that he had been pouring over for months. The circle swarmed the redheaded woman.
‘Good. Maybe her friend will come to rescue her, then we’ll be ready.’
***
Amanda screamed as a dozen pairs of hands began ripping at her clothes, pulling at her hair and pulling her into a thousand different directions. A fight broke out over her and the two men were pulled away from the group to duke it out elsewhere. A couple of women took the opportunity to hold fast to a wrist or ankle, preventing her from getting away. An overweight man with thinning hair lowered himself between her legs and smiled. He could have been a doctor or an accountant but he was here, about to become a rapist. He looked at her breasts and ran his hand across her chest apprehensively. His smile grew to a broader grin and he began to lick and bite at her nipples. He jammed his fat fingers up her pussy, roughly moving them around in an effort to get her wet. It only disgusted Amanda.
Her left hand was suddenly free. Looking over she saw that an impatient man mounted the woman holding that hand from behind. In her ecstasy the woman let her go. Taking the opportunity, Amanda punched the man with her left fist. Not her strongest hand and never having punched anyone before, she was impressed with herself that she managed to knock the guy back. The rest of the group was shocked enough that she could free herself through kicking and scratching.
The smiling man looked up and gritted his teeth. Slamming the cover closed he walked over to Amanda and grabbed her before she could gain her balance. Dragging her by her wrist, he headed straight for the house.
Inside the house was dark and there was a pungent smell of incense with herbs. There was a haze in the air that made Amanda’s eyes water. Heading up the stairs, he continued to drag her behind him, stopping at the door at the far end of the hallway. Turning the handle the threw the door open.
Amanda was shocked at how strong the smiling man really was. She tried to hit his arm, pry his hand off her and tried punching him with her other hand, but he continued to hold her in a vice like grip.
The door opened revealing a darkened bedroom. Amanda struggled to free herself, found her voice and began to scream for help. Sighing a heavy sigh, the smiling man clamped his other hand over her mouth, kicking the door behind them closed.
Inside the room, he flung Amanda on the bed and locked the door, pocketing a key. Turning he crossed his arms and watched as she tried to find a way out of the room. Pulling back the curtains she found the windows had been boarded up. Aside from the bathroom, the only other door was on the far end of the room. Pulling those doors open she found a closet full of strange things. Backing away slowly she recognized it as a BDSM closet. Whips, crops, paddles, spikes, knifes, blindfolds, gags and a host of restraints were hung up and displayed proudly.
“Oh God.” She whispered.
Looking over her shoulder at the man she was so totally unsure of what to do that she sat down on the floor.
“Please don’t hurt me.” She whispered.
“Now, where would be the fun in that?” He asked walking towards the closet.
Amanda ran for the door but found that it locked from the inside by a key and remembered that he had pocketed it a moment ago. Turning to face the man she looked around the room for anyway that she could defend herself. She was totally vulnerable.
The man moved and brought her attention back to him. He reached over and lit some incense. Then rested against the wall casually as if he was waiting for something. Amanda stood confused for a moment. Blinking heavily she could not remember how long she had been standing there. No, she wasn’t standing. She was leaning. Against something. On something. What was going on? Shaking her head she couldn’t quite clear her head. It wasn’t until the crop hit against her bare ass that clarity came. She was shackled against a heavy wooden wall that was up at an angle. Her ass burned where the leather met her skin, causing her to scream at each swing.
“I considered using a gag, but I wanted to hear how you’ll scream later.” He leaned in close to her, pulling her hair back and hissing into her ear. “You’ve caused me a lot of trouble, little girl, I should have something to show for it.”
He reached over and hit a lever. The table fell forward and landed level. Turning a crank the shackles began to withdraw into the table and pulled her limbs tight. It was a medieval rack. Amanda gritted her teeth as the tightness of her muscles began to burn from the strain. The smiling man stopped cranking and locked the crank in place. He disappeared from her vision for a moment before returning with a wicked looking machine.
“I’m going to take care of some work, in the meantime I’m going to get you ready.”
He wheeled the machine behind her and between her legs. Unable to turn around, Amanda had no idea what was happening. The sudden whir of gears turning made her heart jump. The feel of something pressing against the lips of her pussy made her whole body jump. With a click, the machine pushed forward and began fucking Amanda’s body. Unable to move, Amanda struggled to get away in vain. The smiling man walked around, needle in hand, smiling at her.
“Soon my dear.”
He injected the liquid into her arm causing Amanda to fall asleep.
***
‘It smells like dog here.’ Amanda thought as she began coming to.
Opening one eye then the other she was staring at a dog looking at her from behind a chain link fence. She tried to stand up but found that she was contorted into an awkward position and held there with wood and rope. Bent over a wide wooden board which supported her stomach she found a second board prevented her from sitting up. On her hands and knees tied to the four posts holding up the boards, she could not move. The crowd of people stood outside the fence and watched eagerly. Amanda looked around to try and make sense of what was happening.
The smiling man stood on the outside of the fence, very calmly watching her. Turning to a woman nearby he said very clearly;
“Lucinda, release the hounds.”
The man nodded and walked out of Amanda’s line of vision. Her heart raced. She did not want to be ripped apart by hungry angry dogs. But the cold nose between her legs made her realized she was not dog food, rather she was to be a dog toy.
“Are you joking?!” She struggled against her confines as the dogs began to lick her inner legs and arms.
A roar startled everyone and caused the dogs to run from Amanda’s tempting body. Looking around, Amanda watched as people began running in all directions. Struggling, she could not wiggle her way out. Silently she wondered if the smiling man had been in the navy.
Balthazar and Mikel appeared in her sight line and was advancing towards her. Conferring for a moment, Mikel turned to go a different direction as her husband approached the fence. Looking at her with murder in his eyes, he stood silently. Cries and screams in the distance kept the exchange from being totally silent.
“What happened? Were you violated?” He asked, trying to keep his anger in check.
“Only by machinery.” She explained, trying to wiggle out of the knots again. “They were going to watch a pack of dogs have their way with me.”
Balthazar entered the pen and approached her slowly.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, I will be once I get out of this contraption.” She said, wiggling again.
Balthazar nodded but then stopped.
“What?”
“Do that again.” He asked her.
Amanda began trying to wiggle out of the ropes. Balthazar’s eyes glazed over.
“Oh no.” She warned.
Before she could explain the true danger they were in, Balthazar had already began licking her from behind.
“Stop, we got…to get….out of her….” She panted.
“We’re fine.” He said between licks.
“No…he’ll…ugh….kill…..you for you….power. Uh…” She moaned.
“No, he won’t.”
Balthazar gently flicked at his wife’s clit with his claw, catching it and causing it to bounce around and grow stiffer. Amanda’s eyes flew wide as the sensation grew more intense. In the position she was in, it served her ass up in such a tantalizing way, Balthazar could not help himself and smacked her ass hard. The stinging sensation of his hand on the welts from the riding crop sent pain shooting throughout her body and took her breath away. Another smack and Amanda began wiggling her ass. Another open palm smack. Balthazar was growing excited. Moving into position, he scratched up his wife’s leg as he impaled her with his cock. Both moaned at the sensation of penetration.
With great force, Balthazar plunged into his mate over and over again. The frenzy with which he attacked her pussy excited Amanda. Their quickies tended to be extremely pleasurable and usually resulted in something stationary breaking. This time, the only thing broken was a sweat that covered both their bodies. Grunting and growling, Balthazar suddenly pulled out and came all over her back.
Panting, Amanda sat for a moment before she asked to be released. Balthazar cut the ropes with his claws and helped her to her feet, holding her steady.
“Thanks.” Looking around she realized that the world had grown quiet. “What happened?”
“We’ve got what we came for.”
“But that man…”
“Is no longer a threat to you. He’s gone. Let’s go back to your house to get cleaned up. We have a few hours before we have to get back.”
Amanda wanted answers but also wanted a shower. Making their way to the house, it felt like it had been years since she had been home. Standing in her living room she realized that it didn’t feel like home to her. She had only spent a short time in this house. Climbing the stairs, she made her way to her bathroom and started a shower.
“You okay?” Balthazar asked walking in behind her.
“Yeah. I’m just tired.”
Balthazar nodded and disappeared from the room. The clomping of his hooves on the stairs indicated his direction. Amanda stepped into the shower and attempted to wash away the night from her body and memory.
As she came out of the bathroom drying her hair with her towel, she found Balthazar sitting on the edge of the made bed looking at a frame picture of her brother and his two kids.
“That’s my brother, Sam and his son Tom and his daughter Beth.” Amanda smiled.
“Where are they?”
Amanda began slipping on a pair of jean shorts.
“They are up in Charleston. Mandy, Sam’s wife died a couple of years ago. Complications from a surgery. It was a freak thing. Now it is just them. He does the best that he can.”
As she slipped her shirt over her head, Amanda realized she could still help her brother. Grabbing a piece of paper she began scrawling a note that left her house to her brother should something happen to her. Standing up satisfied, she took a last look around.
“I’m ready to go home.” She said softly.
Standing, Balthazar handed her the picture.
“Bring it with you.” He suggested.
Amanda looked at the photo and smiled, setting the picture down on the nearby table.
“I better not.”
Without a further word, Amanda left her house.
***
“So this is the flock you have culled from the masses?” The king asked.
Amanda, Mikel and Balthazar stood looking at the room with the five women chained to the floor.
“We can harvest…. acquire more later, father.” Mikel replied.
“That is to be seen.” Looking over at Amanda the king smiled. “How are you doing my dear?”
“So far so good.” Amanda smiled back.
There was something unsettling about the king that Amanda could not put her finger on. She had not told Balthazar about her uncomfortableness around his father.
“Splendid.” The king looked at Balthazar. “I hope for a granddaughter.” He replied softly.
Balthazar nodded as the king walked away. Looking at her husband she took his hand in hers.
“And if it is a boy?” She whispered.
“Then we hope that these females can produce.”
Amanda looked at the room with a cold eye. Had she not been attacked by them she may have felt some ounce of pity. Circumstances being what they were, she felt that they deserved a worse fate then the repopulation saviors they would be.
Mikel motioned behind him and five reptilian females entered the room, each taking up a woman and leading them from the room through a back door to bathe and prepare them.
“Ow.”
Amanda doubled over, the blinding pain came on fast this time. A tightness in her stomach that stretched her skin and made her feel full, bloated even. Standing slowly, Amanda realized that her stomach was slightly bigger. Looking at Balthazar, shock was written across her face.
“I forgot to mention, we are known for kicking in the womb, and with the hooves…” Balthazar smiled almost apologetically.
A second kick knocked the wind from Amanda. Mikel sprang into action.
“Tongue, stick out your tongue.”
Amanda obeyed and he placed a couple of drops from a small vial onto her tongue. The liquid was sweet tasting, almost like honeysuckle when things dimmed in her view.
“You’re going to sleep for a bit now, Amanda.” She heard his voice far off in the distance.
Wherever she was, she was floating. No longer needing to walking, she glided down the hallways of the castle. Her white gossamer dress flowing around her, her long red hair spilling like a cape behind her. She turned and faced a door to her left. Hand in front of the doorknob, it opened on its own. Inside was a group of humans having an orgy. They were dirty and tired looking but continuing with the sex anyway. Occasionally someone would hit, bit or punch another person otherwise the whole group moved and undulated like it was one organism.
Amanda floated out of the room and down the hall. In the next room on the right, she opened the door and found a bevy of females both human and reptilian frolicking around a small pond. A golden light shining over their beautiful naked skin. Floating towards the group, she dipped a toe in the water and felt the warmth. Willing herself lower, the dress dissolved in the water. The water felt slightly thicker than normal water and tasted sweet, like honeysuckle. A reptilian woman waded over and began suckling one of Amanda’s breasts. The sensation was amazing. She felt connected to this being, experiencing what pleasure the reptilian woman felt in addition to her own pleasure. Another reptilian woman and a human both came over. The reptilian woman took the other breast and linked into the pleasure chain that started with Amanda. The human woman lifted Amanda’s ass gently out of the liquid and began to suckle her clit. The electricity from the sensation acted like a battery for the other women in the pond. One by one they waded to the group and began to fondle, finger, suckle and caress each other. Soon a web of female bodies moved and undulated in shared and overwhelming ecstasy. There was no release but a slow and constant pleasure that was amazing and pure.
Slowly Amanda opened her eyes and realized that she was alone in the pond. She knew that she had absorbed these women but they chose that fate. Looking to her right was a lone demon female. She held her arms open to Amanda. Rushing to her Amanda wrapped her arms around the woman as well. There was a sense of urgency in her embrace. Pulling away, the demon woman began kissing Amanda deeply, creating a stirring between her legs. Reaching down, the demon woman spread Amanda’s lips apart, slipping a finger inside her. Using her thumb to rub Amanda’s clit, the demon woman worked her hand while she continued to kiss her with abandon.
Their coupling grew increasingly more intense. Leading Amanda to a nearby bed, the demon woman produced a double headed dildo from thin air. Sliding Amanda’s legs open gently, she inserted the dong and began to work it back and forth slowly. Amanda leaned back enjoying the sensation. Looking up, she wanted more, wanted to share the bliss. Pulling the demon woman on to the bed, she positioned the other head at her dark red and swollen lips and pulled her close. Amanda watched the face of the demon woman as she was filled. Their pussy lips touched with the dildo between them. Rocking back and forth, rubbing their clits against each other created a world of pleasures that they circuited between each other, driving the other to a more extreme state of arousal and pleasure.
The demon woman began to rub her breasts and pant and she rocked and undulated against Amanda. Her voice began to rise in levels as she grew closer to her climax. Watching the woman alone was enough to get Amanda close to climaxing, but the physical experience was almost too much for her to handle. Arching her back and thrusting her hips forward Amanda launched into her own orgasm. A second later the demon woman came, shuddering and shrieking.
Looking up, Amanda was alone on the bed and dressed in her white dress again. Rising above the bed she floated out of the room and into the hall once more.
The hallway seemed darker, like a storm was on the horizon. Floating into the next room, Amanda found herself in the dark. Falling to the ground she felt the cold stone beneath her and the presence of another in the room. A flash of lightning through one of the windows revealed she was in a minimally decorated room, with one fainting couch and a table in the room. Walking over to the couch, she sat down. The next flash of lightning revealed the smiling man in front of her, smiling.
Amanda screamed but felt powerless to move away, her body paralyzed with fear. The smiling man pushed her back on the couch and unbuttoned his shirt carefully.
“You’ve caused me a lot of trouble, little girl, I should have something to show for it.”
He began removing his pants when Amanda felt motion in her limbs once more. Trying to bolt from the room, the smiling man grabbed her easily, ripping her dress in the process. Throwing her back on to the couch, he felt under her dress and found what he was looking for. Not bothering to remove the pants, he thrusted forward and entered Amanda in a single motion. Running a hand into her hair, he held her tightly in his grip, slowly making love to her.
Amanda felt sickened and repulsed while her body reciprocated this feeling. The smiling man kissed up her neck to her face and before she realized it, she was returning his kisses. Wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his body she pulled him deeper into her. Raising his head, the smiling man began laughing and faded away.
Amanda sat up and locked around, instantly her body began to rise from the ground and she floated out of the room and back into the hallway. Looking the direction she was heading she noticed hundreds of doors in the hallway and she knew she had to go into each one of them.
***
“What is going on with her?” Balthazar asked watching his wife’s body thrash about on the bed.
“The child is in the growth state of development and her body is not able to keep up. She’s been experiencing the pain for a short time but chose to keep it concealed. It was only going to get worse for her. So now, we keep her sedated until the child is ready to be birthed. Otherwise the pain will come to such a point that she will beg us to kill her.”
“Why is she tossing and turning, is it the pain?” Balthazar asked frantic that he was unable to help her.
“No, she is dreaming. Must be scary monsters.”
Mikel turned and exited the room as Balthazar watched his wife, terrified that he would be losing her soon.
…to be continued.

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The Invasion II

Husband and wife wake up captured on an Alien ship with other humans due to an Invasion of earth. See story The Invasion for more context.