Violence

“RUNAWAY” Chapter 7 “Dirty, Filthy Slut?”

Follow along as Holly, traveling by the name of Sammi Shepherd, hitchhikes across the country alone facing the dangers any attractive young lady might encounter and facing the horrific memories of the sexually depraved things Roger, her mom’s boyfriend, did to her, while she tries to establish a new identity and life for herself. You can find the other chapters as well as my other stories here: https://www.sexstories.com/profile269763/brokenwing

Brothers Love Ch 3

Fiction. Silas, age 23. Tall and slender, light brown hair. Muscular. Ian, his brother, age 18. Smaller, thin with darker hair and a cute face.
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JESINTA 7B – School Holidays (Gym)

My name is Jesinta Jovanoski. I am a 16 year old school girl, who is thinly built at (32-25-34); my breasts haven’t developed like most girls my age and was a B-cup. I am a brunette, with past my shoulder straight hair. Currently I have a live in arrangement with the school Vice-Principle aka Mr. Anderson aka VP. Also I have started experiencing a new relationship with my boxing trainer, Jim Broadbent aka Jimmy.

Nicky Bliss (A Shemale’s Journey)

Nicky Bliss (A Shemale’s Journey)
A tribute to the most beautiful creatures and most perfect humans that ever walked the earth.
My name is Nicky Bliss. I am a self-made millionaire and business woman. I don’t care for the money so much but I care very much for the industries that have earned it for me. You see by day I am a model of fine women’s clothing and by night I work as an exotic escort mostly to very wealthy clientele. It has not always been this way, I come from very humble beginnings which I will tell throughout my story but I have always been fascinated by the human body and from a very early age I have adored sex.
I was Born Nicklaus Shtick to father Berndt and mother Kira. I was born in the United States the year after they migrated from Germany. I don’t know exactly where as they have always refused to discuss it. My father was a high school Phys Ed teacher and my mother was a dancer trying hard to break into the big time. I enjoyed a fantastic relationship with my mother early on but I felt like an interruption to my father’s plans right from the start I guess.
The real story begins when I was 5 years old. My mom and Dad were hosting a fancy dress party for New Year’s Eve. There were around 50 guests crammed into our modest home and yard and they had not even stopped arriving yet. It was around 8 o’clock and mom had forgotten to put me to bed. I didn’t mind though, I was having fun snooping around in the background taking in all the sights and smells without being noticed. There was one other child there who I had started playing hide and seek with, only I had been hiding in the same spot in my parents’ bedroom cupboard for close to 40 minutes now and had figured he had fallen asleep. I was just about to step out when the bedroom door opened. Excited I quickly pulled back into the cupboard and pulled the door closed again ready for Edmund to find me.
Then I heard the door close and heard some strange noises began. There was heavy breathing and someone changing their clothes or something. Curiosity got the better of me and I opened the door just enough for me to see out. I saw a man from my mom’s dance school and mom was kneeling in front of him. We were not religious people at all and even if we were why would she be praying here in her bedroom in front of this man. The man now closed his eyes but instead of words of prayer I heard sucking noises. I opened the cupboard just a little more and could now see the front of my mom in the reflection from the mirror. She was putting the man’s penis between her lips and then sucking on his penis. She licked it like a lollipop and sucked it some more. I was amazed at the size of the man’s penis. It was so big, so long and so round. It fit just perfectly in mom’s mouth. She looked so hungry for it, like it was the best tasting lollipop in the world and he enjoyed it so much that is until some white cream came out of the end. He grunted a few times like it hurt a bit and then smiled a huge smile. My mom licked the cream and rose from her knees and they both went back to the party. Edmund never did come looking for me and I never forgot what I saw from that cupboard, it was to me the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
When I was 7 years old I found some clips on my Dad’s computer of himself and some of his students at school. There was a little bit of talk about sex by then amongst the kids in my year level so I kind of knew what I was looking at. He was sucking their small boobs and licking between their legs and of course they were putting his penis in their mouths. The girls were so pretty, I wanted to grow up pretty, and they sucked my dad’s penis so nicely. I hoped that my penis wouldn’t always be small and looked forward to pretty girls like that sucking it. There was something about those girls or pretty women in general that I adored and began to long for even at that young age. I convinced my mom to let me grow my hair longer and I started mucking around from time to time dressing in girls clothes. My friends at school were all girls and I had a couple of good friends that would love to have sleepovers and dress me up and stuff, it was our little secret. We got so good at it that one day the girls dressed me up and their mom did not recognise me and asked them to introduce me. It was so funny and even funnier when I left and said goodbye and Mrs Wilson (Lucy’s Mom) said
“Oh goodbye Nicky I didn’t even know you were here”
My Dad found me one day at home dressed up and went berserk. He had predicted I would grow up ‘queer’ from early on and blamed my mom and her ‘gay dancer friends’ for it. Mom was able to convince him it was for a school play or perhaps not convince him but give him a lie that he could live with. He made me cut my hair though and I was completely devastated. My friends Lucy and Melinda were good to me and managed to find some wigs for me to use at our ‘dress up’ parties that were really very ordinary but at that age it was enough.
When we were around 11 our interests started changing. We talked about sex and were very curious about the topic and decided to do some experimenting. One night at a dress up party the girls suggested we all take off our tops, so we did. They had both started to form cute little breasts, I knew this as it was visible in their clothing, but to see them naked immediately made my dick hard. All of a sudden I felt awkward, like a knife had been plunged into my stomach. I was so jealous of their breasts and their changing bodies. Lucy noticed and tried to comfort me
“Oh Nicky, you are beautiful. We love how you look and well… think of the advantages” She said looking at the bulge in my skirt.
“Would you like to feel them?” Melinda added
“I would love to, I guess. I mean, sure”
I touched a nipple each of the girls with the palm of my hand softly making them gasp. I began to squeeze and roll them around in my hands. They were incredible; they were all I had dreamt of. I spent a long time just rubbing and kissing them. When I stopped I looked at my own flat chest and then at theirs and began to cry.
“Aw Nicky look at the bright side, if you had boobs you wouldn’t have that gorgeous dick sticking up under your skirt” Melinda said.
It was the perfect thing to say. Reading each other’s minds we all shed the rest of our clothes and sat staring for a few minutes. They had very cute little pussies, all tight with a little tuft of pubic hair. I wanted to lick them as I had seen on Dad’s movies.
“C can we touch it? Lucy gasped looking at my dick
“Um…ok” I replied
By this stage in life I had played with it plenty and had even made myself orgasm but the feeling of someone else caressing it so softly felt amazing. First Lucy stroked it and rubbed it and then Melinda had a turn. My eyes rolled back in my head and I just wanted to die in that perfect moment. Just then I felt it coming and wanted to warn the girls but could not think of how.
“look out” i managed to scream.
Despite the warning my cum went all over the girls hands and a little on Lucy’s tummy. There was a knock at the door.
“Everything ok in there?”
“Fine mum we are just playing” Lucy yelled.
We fell over the floor laughing and decided that was enough for today so we all dressed and I went home. I had the most wonderful and emotional time but something still did not seem right. The feeling of someone else playing with my dick was incredible and had made me happier to be male for now. I went to bed that night with a warm feeling in my stomach remembering the girl’s soft hands on my penis and the taste and smell and feel of their soft delicious boobs. I very much looked forward to our next time and hoped I would dream about it as I drifted off to sleep.
The next time I was with the girls we jumped straight in and took things to the next level. I licked and sucked the girls’ pussies one at a time while the other sucked my penis. They tasted so delicious and I couldn’t get enough of exploring the depths of their vaginas. Lucy’s mouth around my cock was so wonderful that I accidentally came and filled her mouth. She choked and spat it out onto my stomach and then took me by surprise as she put her finger in it and tasted it.
“Hmm, not too bad, a little salty but I like it” she beamed.
Melinda bent forward and gave a big lick and just watching her made me want a cock of my own to suck. I loved the way the girls moved up and down on my hard dick, my dick was warm and slippery inside their mouth and their tongues danced around the surface of my cock driving me wild.
It was a couple of years later, on a hot summer night that I crawled out of bed in the middle of the night to get a drink to quench my raging thirst. I was just finishing up in the kitchen when I heard some noises coming from the lounge room. I peered around the overhead cupboards convinced I would see someone having sex. I was right; two of my Mom’s male friends Carlo and Mark were at it, one giving the other a blowjob. I had never seen anything like this in real life only on the net. I stood silently watching only a little surprised but quite intrigued and a little horny. I began daydreaming about myself being the one receiving the blowjob from both of these strong athletic men. I was quickly snapped out of my dream by one of them calling out to me
“Come over here Nicky”
I froze and looked away considering running to my room.
“Don’t be scared, come and sit with us”
With my heart pumping almost out of my chest I went and stood in front of them
“Why were you watching us Nicky?” Carlo asked patting the seat next to him.
“I um…well you…” nothing brilliant came to me.
“You liked it? Is that what you’re trying to say?”
“Uh… yeah” I answered nervously
“Would you like to try it Nicky?” Mark asked backing away from Carlos to let me in
“Oh wow, um ok” Prehistoric sized butterflies were going nuts in my stomach as I knelt before Carlo.
First I reached out nervously and grabbed his cock in my hand and jerked it nervously.
“Easy Nicky, like this” Carlo said grabbing Mark’s cock and stroking up and down a few times.
Mark moved closer in beside us.
“Now watch” Carlo said
He put the end of Mark’s cock to his lips and ran his tongue up the slit in the middle and then swallowed his entire cock. He closed his eyes and started sliding back and forth and rotating his head a little. I wasted no time and tried to mirror his actions on his own cock. I felt a little clumsy at first and then got lost in another dream except this time I was me but I was female. I stopped suddenly and gasped at the picture in my mind.
“You’re ok Nicky, you’re doing fine” Carlo said
“I was a woman” I gasped
“Uh…what?” Mark said
“I was daydreaming and I was a woman” I clumsily tried to explain
“What like a different woman or a shemale or something?” Mark asked
“Huh? Shemale?” I asked looking for clarification
“A chick with a dick, have you never seen one you little perv?” Mark said insensitively
“Mark, take it easy “Carlo said. “A man who has basically become a woman through surgery and treatment but still has a penis” Carlo explained
“Wow that sounds weird” I giggled
“Enough talking” Carlo said rubbing my cheek.
I resumed licking and sucking his cock briefly before my Dad burst in.
“Out of my house, fucking fags. Nicky… what the fuck are you doing. You are a disgrace”
“Easy, easy” Carlo said getting dressed
“I’ll kill you, you little poof” Dad said grabbing my arm and nearly twisting out of the socket.
Mark went to restrain him but Dad hit him hard in the face sending him crashing across a sofa. Carlo dropped Dad with a blow right between the eyes. Dad raised his head looked at me and said
“Get out the lot of you; you fucking queers are not welcome in my home”
By this time I was bawling.
“Come on kid, we will get this sorted” Carlo said reassuringly.
I left and stayed with them that night but did not sleep at all. I just wanted to be home with my Mom. I think I cried myself empty that night.
My Mom rocked up the following morning with suitcase in hand. She had left Dad and it was no real surprise to me. They had never been real passionate, or at least not with each other. After thanking the boys for looking after me we had a real good talk and mom assured me that whatever I went through in life she would be there to support me. This was good because I was a mass of confusion at this point but one thing stood out in my head, the term shemale. I knew I had to look into this. I had looked at plenty of porn on the net but I did not remember seeing any ‘chicks with dicks’ and it intrigued me.
For the time being we decided to stay with Carlo and Mark and Mom had her friend move into her room with her. Mom and Bianca had been friends for a long time, since they were in high school actually. I always thought it was funny actually, that Mom and Bianca were best friends but they didn’t have any pictures or anything. I mean, she must have been homecoming queen or something; she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I had always had a huge crush on her and now that I knew Mom and her were sharing a bed I was a little jealous myself. Dad hated her. For some reason he seemed jealous and pretended to be nice but Mom and I knew deep down he hated her.
One night Mom had a performance that restrictions stopped me from attending and she was stuck for a baby sitter. Bianca volunteered although she had never missed a single show Mom had been in.
“I’m so sorry B” I said to her.
“Don’t be silly gorgeous, we’ll have a great time together”
“Did you really mean it” I asked nervously
“Um sure Hun, What would you like to do?”
“No not about the great time, you called me gorgeous”
“Baby you take after your Mom, how could you be anything other than gorgeous. Don’t you like the way you look?”
“Well sort of, I guess” I responded. Inside I wanted the conversation to go on but I was afraid of how I felt. I was completely messed up.
“You know I love you Nicky, If you would like to talk about anything I will do all I can to help” she offered.
I pulled out some old photo albums and dropped them on the table and sat down next to Bianca.
“You read my mind only I feel like we are missing something”
“What” I asked curiously, but she was already on the phone ordering pizza and munchies.
As we flipped through photos talking and laughing about Mom and her school days I started to explain or at least try to explain how I was feeling, which I did not really know if I knew myself.
“B I have a lot of secrets I think for someone my age. You know my friends Lucy and Melinda?”
“Sure, they are a couple of cute girls” she said
“Well we have been having sex and mucking around and stuff” I said nervously
Seeing my nervousness Bianca tried to lighten the moment to make me feel ok.
“You lucky boy is everything going ok, or are there problems?”
“No, yes, sort of” I mumbled
“It’s ok Hun, I won’t judge you. Keep going”
“I get jealous and stuff”
“What of baby, they adore you?”
“Not of the relationship, of the way they look”
“You are beautiful Nicky; it is just different for men”
“Well sometimes I wish I was born a girl is all” I said looking at the floor with tears welling up.
Bianca hugged me tight for a long time while I sobbed and when I stopped I noticed she had been crying as well. Something in my head clicked and I looked at her and asked
“B why aren’t there any pictures of you and Mom together”
“There are baby, let me explain. When I was in high school there was a boy that didn’t seem to fit in with the guys very well and actually got picked on by them a lot. I couldn’t understand why, I mean he loved females and was highly attracted to them. I guess he identified better with them and spent more time hanging out with them, your mom in particular. This boy had a deep desire to be the best he could be and became obsessed with his physical appearance. Soon after he got the idea that perhaps he was supposed to be a female and started mucking around with girls clothes and make up with friends. He soon came to the conclusion that he wanted to look female, the only problem was that he loved being male during sex, he loved his cock and did not want to part with it. He started looking into a way to make this happen and ran into some friends who helped him find out about hormone therapy and surgery that would turn him into a female. He waited until he left school and then started his transformation. He became a woman essentially but kept his penis and generally prefers sex with women”
“Oh my god” I squealed. “I need to speak to him, umm her”
“You are Honey, and if you look closely at the pictures you can see there are lots of photos I am in. See this boy that is me or was me I guess”
I sat stunned for a long time. When I could finally speak I said
“You have to help me B; I want to be a woman too. I was meant to be a woman; I need to be a woman”
“Hey slow down tiger, we need to talk to your Mom is what we need to do”
If I had a crush on her before I had a major crush on her now.
“B, do you think I could… see you. I mean all of you”
“I guess that would be ok I mean you are already active and I don’t think your Mom would mind”
She stood and led me by the hand to her room with my heart racing but my head racing faster. My world had been rocked by the discovery of Bianca’s past and my Mom’s involvement. However I was sure of one thing, I knew exactly what I wanted to be and the sooner I started the better. My cock was painfully hard by the time I reached the bedroom. Bianca stood in the middle of the room and just let me do as I willed. Rejecting any thought of self-control I put my hand straight on top of her crotch. To my surprise she was already hard and gasped at my touch. I rubbed on top of her clothing in circles getting faster and faster.
“Ooh please get it out and suck it baby?” Bianca said with her eyes rolling back in her head.
She hitched up her skirt and I slipped it carefully out the side of the tiny G-string she was wearing at the same time as she sat back in the tub chair behind her. I knelt between her legs and grabbed a handful of her gorgeous shaft and moved the skin up and down as I marvelled at the large purple knob. Her cock was the largest I had seen and the most beautiful too. I licked and sucked her knob like it was the last supper and then started going further down on her a little at a time. She made the most delightful, sweet little gasps of pleasure as I clumsily sucked her off for all I was worth. I caressed her soft smooth sack with my cheek as I nibbled the base of her shaft. It must have been around 15 minutes before she came but it was way too soon for my liking. She aimed and fired all over her magnificent tits and I was only too happy to help clean them off with my hungry tongue.
“Oh B, that was a dream come true, or should I say cum true”
“I tell you now for a 14 year old you have way too much skill but I guess I know where that comes from” Bianca said.
“I finally now what I want to be and I feel good about it. Oh thank you B”
“We will sort you out Hun, don’t you worry”
She pulled herself out of the chair and backed me into it and immediately started sucking me off. She was gentle at first slowly taking me all the way in then pausing for a second before backing off. One time when she had hit bottom she slipped her tongue out passed her lip and ran it over my sack and I nearly cried it felt so nice.
“Oh B there can’t be anything more beautiful than your pretty face looking up at me with your mouth wrapped around my dick”
In response she sucked harder and faster. So hard in fact that I thought I might lose my dick down her throat, it actually hurt just a little. I gripped the arms of the chair with all my might and my stomach muscles tensed as my back curled forward and I came. Bianca sucked my whole load down like it was an entrĂŠe and she was in a hurry for main course.
“You have to teach me to suck like you” I said
“All in good time sweetie, there is one last trick”
“What trick?”
“Are you still a virgin?” She asked
“Well you know I’m not” I said a little confused
Just as I finished speaking she slipped a finger straight up my ass and smiled.
“Fuck” I screamed
“Yes that’s right, fucked…. In the ass. Now you get it”
“Well no I haven’t but………”
“What’s the matter?
“You’re very big”
“You know I’ll look after you kiddo, please, I have never been with a virgin and with you it would be so special” she said with pleading eyes.
“Of course but don’t break me”
“Why don’t I lie on the bed and then you can have control, you know set the pace and stuff” she suggested
“Ok”
I climbed on top and kissed her beautiful breasts and firm stomach down to her already stiffening cock. I slurped and sucked it to full mast and made sure she was very well lubricated. Next I squatted above her and fumbled around until her knob lined up with my virgin hole. I started to lower myself and only got to feel a slight stretch before I lost balance and impaled myself fully on her cock while I howled at the ceiling.
“You ok Nicky baby” Bianca gasped in horror.
“I’m not a virgin anymore” I said with a smile, ignoring my burning ass.
I sat still for a few minutes getting use to her big cock trying to split me in half and then started to enjoy it. I leaned forward and kissed her breasts as I began rocking back and forward. The pain was incredible but the pleasure was magnificent. I ached and I moaned, I puffed and panted. I looked at Bianca and knew at that moment my crush had moved up a gear and i had fallen in love. I tucked my hands under her shoulders and held her tight and asked her to fuck me senseless. I closed my eyes tight as she pounded in and out of my throbbing asshole and realised my cock was as hard as a rock and ready to go again. Bianca noticed as well as she grabbed hold of it and started pumping it like a bicycle pump. I knew I should try and hang on but in a moment of selfishness I flung myself backwards arching my back and leaning on my hands. I cried out and exploded with my cock still in Bianca’s hand and she directed my cum all over her tits, stomach and face. As I was coming down from my orgasm I felt Bianca’s cock pump three last spurts of jizz up my burning ass hole.
I rolled off the top of Bianca and flopped on the bed beside her panting.
“You are a natural kiddo” she said with pride.
Mom, Bianca and I sat down the next day and had a chat and to my disappointment agreed only on one thing which was the most important thing anyway. She would support my transition from male to shemale if that is what I truly wanted but she did not think 14 was old enough to make that decision. She wanted me to wait until I was at least 18 which frustrated me as she knew how Bianca struggled with it and that the extra years did nothing to change her mind. I was so sad that I ran away from home. Mom found me quite easily, stowed away at Lucy’s. I couldn’t stay angry at her. I knew she was just trying to be a good mother. She did allow me to research and start planning my transition and introduced me to some people that could help. I was so crazy to be a female I could not stand it. I read stories and reports about the transition length of time and money it would cost. I left school after another monumental battle with Mom.
I hated fighting with mum. In the end she did support me leaving school to find work. With a little help from my friends I scored a job as a junior in a nice fashion house. My mum frowned when I told her standing there in a nice little frock I had borrowed from Melinda with a long brown straight wig on. Then she fell on the floor laughing and so did the rest of us.
I loved getting dressed to go to work and I was doing really well. My boss Miranda was very pleased with the way I carried myself and went about my duties enthusiastically. I was so lucky to be working there with all the latest fashion at my fingertips. I would often break out of a daydream holding a dress to my face or something silly like that. Miranda offered a traineeship and told me I could go a long way in the industry.
I was at a party one night with Mom and Bianca when a guy came over and grabbed my hand to lead me away to somewhere more private. I looked at Mom for her approval and she nodded. Nathan must have been around 22; he was very polite and gentle as he led me to an empty booth. He left me to go and get drinks and returned with two big fancy cocktails.
“Wow” I said with squeak thinking I had overdone the female voice.
“You sure are gorgeous” he said looking me up and down. I just smiled and looked down as if I was shy. He looked handsome or ‘Hot’ I guess but I still hadn’t dealt with myself on the whole guy sex issue. I mean the experience with Mark and Carlo was good and I was enjoying anal sex now but I liked meeting new people and if he was going to suck me off it wouldn’t hurt to be seen with a guy as hot as him going down on me.
Just then I realised, he may not know I was still male. Right at that moment he leant across the table and asked
“So sweetie am I going to get lucky tonight”
I was sucking nervously on the straw in my cocktail and had to swallow a big mouthful to answer.
“Lucky? um maybe” I said sounding very amateur.
I swallowed the rest of my drink and felt the impact immediately which is what I wanted. I was so nervous for him to discover I was still male. Hell that sounded weird even to me. I didn’t look or feel male.
“Ok” he started. “I will be more blunt. May I suck your cock Naughty Nicky?”
“Oh yes, that would be great” I said with my head spinning as I flopped back in the chair.
With no hesitation he climbed under the table, hitched my skirt up and released my semi hard dick from my G-string. Immediately he gobbled it into his mouth and set about making me cum. I was so out of it from the alcohol I couldn’t concentrate but Nathan did a wonderful job of sucking me to completion and not wasting a single drop. He then spent a long time talking to me and I tried hard to listen but eventually dozed off to sleep. I awoke an hour later to Nathan shaking my shoulder.
“Come on baby, I’ll walk you home”
I felt a lot better after the rest. We chatted as we walked mainly about my wanting to be female and Nathan ended up giving me the name of some people who could get me started. It wasn’t exactly legal but I was desperate and very grateful for the contact. I suddenly felt I was being watched so I looked around and saw nothing. A couple of minutes later a man stepped out in front of us, a very shabbily dressed man that I barely recognised as my father.
“Oh Nicklaus my boy what have they done to you? My only son is now dead” He sobbed then turned and ran off into the distance”
My hope and joy turned into grief and despair but no regret. My anguish was that my Dad could never accept me for who I truly was. All he was prepared to accept was the male son that was born. He could not accept or support that I was different and just love me and encourage me to be and do my best.
I walked a little further then collapsed. I was bawling like a baby and then felt Nathan’s hand around my waist. He pulled my head into his shoulder and rocked me back and forth until I had settled a little.
“I don’t know what to say and I don’t even know what you want to hear but you need to pursue being the best you, you can be. You need to be happy about yourself despite of anyone else’s expectations or wishes. That is the only way you will be truly happy”
“You read my mind” I said feeling somewhat better.
The next thing I heard will never leave me. I hear four consecutive loud bangs from down the street. I started to run with a hopeless feeling in my stomach
“MOM” I yelled over and over again as I drew nearer to where we were staying.
I raced up the stairs and through the wide open front door just before police arrived. I ran to the kitchen and then to her room and dropped down on my knees next to her side. There was blood everywhere and it looked like Mom had been shot twice, in the shoulder and the chest. Mom was barely conscious and whispering “Bianca” over and over. Bianca lay across the room very, very still. Nathan checked her and shook his head. I shook my head to convey the message as Carlo appeared me by her side. She gasped as she clutched Carlo’s hand and looked intently into his eyes and said firmly
“You look after my baby girl, won’t you?”
He promised and with that she slipped away. I was inconsolable and once more I cried myself dry that night. My father was captured and imprisoned, my testimony putting the final nail in the coffin. I was made to dress as a boy for the hearing which only made me resent him even more. In the end I was glad to be rid of him. Now there was nothing in my way. I took a couple of weeks off work to get my head together and in the meantime Nathan set me up with some friends that helped me get started on Hormone therapy and I was finally on the way to properly being the woman I wanted to be.
I was very quickly but secretly at first taken under the wing of the transgender community. I worked at the Fashion House at day and started escorting at night. I learned immediately that a lot of important and wealthy men love a girl with a cock and will pay quite a lot of money to keep their little hobby under wraps. As the hormones kicked in and I started filling out my client base grew.
On my seventeenth birthday I signed my first modelling contract and did my first shoot that day. I began modelling women’s clothes. Two weeks after that I moved into my own house in the same neighbourhood as Carlo and Mark. I hired a live in bodyguard for a while that was not really a bodyguard he was just a boarder that was huge and made me feel secure plus he really knew how to give head. Although I still preferred and possibly always would prefer women I loved watching men suck my cock.
Up to now I had kept a really low profile on my transition but the physical signs were starting to give me away. I was so nervous to tell Miranda at work as she had been so supportive and so wonderful give a shy little girl an opportunity. I organised a meeting with her after work one day and got her a cup of tea and some of her favourite cake. I started nervously
“Miranda I want to thank you so much for giving this oppor…”
“Oh dear you are leaving me, I knew this day would come”
“I am not leaving you, unless you want me to”
“Why would I…”
“Please just let me finish” I said being the one to cut her off this time.
“Oh sorry dear, go ahead”
“Well I haven’t always been honest with you” I said
“How so?” she said looking very confused
“About who I am, I mean was. Oh I am not sure what I mean”
“You’re not making any sense Nicky” she said
I paused for the longest time and then clenched my fist and told her.
“I was born a male”
I expected a look of complete shock but it was more like surprise mixed with relief on Miranda’s face.
“Aren’t you angry at me?” I asked
“No, no love. I kind of knew or strongly suspected anyway” She said giving me a hug.
“But how?” I said in her ear as we embraced.
She held my hand against her leg and slid it up her leg until it came to rest on her cock. I pulled back and screamed
“Oh my gosh”
She looked a little embarrassed so I quickly tried to make up for my rudeness the best way I knew how. I sunk to my knees in front of her and asked quietly.
“May I?”
She smiled very sweetly and just nodded as she parted her legs. Without using my hands I took the tip gently in my mouth and slowly slid down her modest 6 inches. It was a nice comfortable size to suck. I struggled with anything past 7/8 inches in length. Miranda slid her ass forward on the chair and leaned against the back. She undid her skirt and it dropped to the floor. She smelt great, a mixture of berries and vanilla and she tasted great to. I adored sucking women who looked after themselves. I sucked for a few more minutes and then helped her shed the top layer so she was all nude except her jewellery and shoes.
“Oh Miranda you look like a porn star” I said
“You’re so sweet Nicky” she said blushing
I started kissing and sucking her breasts. They were soft and round and tasted great too.
“Nicky I too have a confession” She said
“Oh?”
“I have fantasised about you for a long time. Are you comfortable for me to see you? Naked I mean”
I didn’t respond in words but began shedding my clothes eagerly then stood before her. She reached out and grabbed my perky titties and said
“Oh my you have filled out well. Your titties look so tasty and gorgeous. Much better than that padding you used to wear” she said with a cheeky grin.
I loved the feeling of having my tits being kissed and fondled by men and women. Miranda lowered her head and took the bobbing tip of my hard cock in her mouth and sucked intently and then started sliding down to the base. I put my hands on the back of her head and let her know my appreciation
“That is soooo good”
I grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the sofa and she lay back in it and I climbed on top in a 69 and we immediately started servicing each other. It was not frenzied or intense we were exploring each other’s bodies with the aim of giving more pleasure than we got. Miranda’s experience made me confident I would cum first anyway. She swallowed my sack and slid skilfully up and down and around my cock. She was an amazing and considerate lover. She kneaded and massaged my tits as my cock slithered and slipped in and out of her mouth. I felt a climax building fast and barely had time to squeak
“Cumming” before I exploded
Miranda did not flinch she kept her rhythm perfectly and milked me dry.
“My turn” She said
She arose from the sofa and positioned me up one end, head down and ass in the air.
“No don’t tense baby, relax your ass. You will enjoy it much more”
I was so surprised to find that she was right. I concentrated with everything in me to keep relaxed and managed for 70 per cent of her entry.
“Oh Miranda, teach me a lesson. Fuck me like I have never been fucked.” I begged
“You asked for it girl”
She leant over me grabbing my tits tight in her fists and bit my back as she slid slowly out and then rammed it in hard. I squealed a little but she kept at it and I was glad. Several times she took me right to the edge and then tweaked a nipple roughly or bit me or slapped me to try and hold off my orgasm. While she pounded me senseless she demanded that when we came we get into a 69 again so that she could drink me dry.
“I can’t last much longer boss, I am sorry”
“Now” she screamed
She turned as I rolled over and straddled me perfectly as I grabbed her hardness and put it down my throat. We rocked and swayed and emptied our milk inside each other’s hungry mouth and then collapsed next to each other.
“Oh my god you have turned into such an amazing woman” Miranda said proudly.
“Am I? a woman I mean”
“What do you think, or more accurately what do you feel?”
“I have always felt like a woman I guess. But I can’t have children and there’s the small matter of my cock”
“Honey there is a lot of born women that cannot have children for one reason or another but you have done an amazing job with your transformation to the point where I think it would be very hard for anyone to believe you were not born female. Its how you feel and not anyone else so answer me Nicky, Are you a woman?”
“Yes” I said hesitantly and then paused for a second before blurting out “YES”
“Of course you are and one of the finest I have ever seen”
“Well actually, to be honest I see myself as more than a woman. I think we are the most perfect version of a human being there is. I think we are the most attractive and most functional as far as sex goes”
“You are my dear; you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. So what are your plans for the future doll? Do you think you may take a husband one day?”
“No no I am more likely to take a bride and maybe have a child or two. But that is a long way off. For now I want to be the most famous of our kind there is”
“You go girl” she said smacking me on the bare ass. “So is that your only bombshell baby? You are not leaving me or anything are you?”
“Oh no way. In fact I am looking at studying design. I want to design our own line of clothing one day. What do you think?”
“I think that is amazing and you will do a great job, I am sure of it”
We gave up the chit chat in favour of a second round of amazing sex and then I went home. Carlo was waiting for me. He had taken his promise very seriously and had kept close eye on me. We had become family I guess. He had split with Mark a while back, it was kind of messy, and Mark had cheated on him with Nathan of all people. I think he had an eye on Felipe my boarder to be honest but that was ok with me, I enjoyed seeing him and talking about Mom and stuff.
“Wow Hun, your Mom would be so proud of you bless her soul” He said beaming proudly at me.
“Hiya Carlo are you staying for dinner?”
“Who could resist an offer like that? I just hope dessert is included Sweetie” He said cheekily raising an eyebrow.
“Well you know I always have a lollipop around to satisfy your sweet tooth”
“Oh my god you are sexy. Do you realise I would be full queer by now if it wasn’t for your sexy ass?”
“That is good to hear, I have had a crazy day”
I made a low fat lobster salad and cooked up a steak for Carlo to have with his and we chatted and drank some wine that he had brought with him. Things had been so busy I realised it was three weeks since I had seen Carlo and probably a good 3 months since we had sat down for a proper chat. I told Carlo what had been happening in my life and he told me about his. He was a dance instructor now. I don’t really think he had the passion for dancing himself since his partner, my Mom had died but he had stayed in shape at least. After we had talked a long time I went to get some more wine from the kitchen and brought our glasses back out. Carlo took his and sipped looking at me very lustfully as I hitched my tight mini skirt and slipped my cock out past my G-string and dipped the head in my wine. I then pushed it up against his lips and he took it into his mouth and immediately began sucking me off.
He sucked for a little while and then stood and undressed himself and then me. He stood in awe at the changes I had been through.
“Shit I could never turn full queer after seeing that. You sure are amazing and I can see a little of the old you but I almost cannot believe it”
He leaned me against the dining table and sucked me until I came down his throat. Then he slid me back onto the table and laid me down and moistened my hole with some spittle and his finger. He couldn’t take his eyes of me nor me off him as he entered and started to rock slowly. He massaged my titties and kissed them.
“See you still like the titties, there’s hope” I said cheekily.
He retaliated by slamming in as hard as he could which made me gasp.
“That’s it, harder baby, now you’re getting it”
I held my tits now as they bounced viciously, nearly off my chest. Carlo wrapped a large hand around my cock and pumped it furiously as he slammed in and out of me. When he came we came together, he filled my ass as I squirted all over my tits and stomach. He licked me clean and then we got dressed. As he left he said
“What would you like to do for your eighteenth baby? Something special yeah?”
“Hell I have been working so much I totally forgot about it. Maybe just a nice dinner for the two of us at the fanciest place you can think of. That would be nice”
“You sure?”
“Absolutely” I answered
“Wow I would be honoured. Ok well talk soon hey and don’t work so hard”
“It’s easy, I love my work” I said waving him off.
Just as planned I had an amazing birthday dinner and some spectacular sex afterwards. The next bee I got in my bonnet was to be a business owner. With some help from my friends that had way more expertise in certain areas I was able to start 2 businesses. Carlo and I bought a club with specialised transgender appeal with a spin off to an escort service that I ran out of home all I had to do to be ok with my boarder was offer him more sex than he could handle and he was in. I took care of most of it myself. I guess I had the kind of confidence that made people believe in me and want to jump on my wagon of success. I knew I was lucky but I wanted my kind to not have to hide any more I wanted my success and acceptance to filter through my community.
So here I was 18 years old a business owner and co-owner, a home owner still working 2 jobs and wanting to study also having completed my gender transition. Something had to give; the only thing was I didn’t want to give up any of them.
Miranda had been looking into options and offered to pay my way through school. All I had to do is work for her for a whole year after I finished studying. This was an incredible deal as I wanted to work for her forever anyway. So Carlo had the bar under control, study and work at the fashion house was taken care of and I took on just a managerial role at the escort agency so that I could do homework at night. I still serviced a special few customers and still do to this day.
Things settled down for a while, well as settled as they were going to get yet I was restless. I had almost become the person I wanted but something was missing. I looked at myself in the mirror and it was obvious although I did not want to admit it. My perky little titties were nice and suited my physique but deep down I knew I had surgery ahead of me to truly look the way I wanted. I made an appointment and started the consulting process with a surgeon and despite the surgeons minor concerns went ahead with implants that would make me a nice D cup. I was very nervous as it was a big change and although I had the image in my head I was well aware that it may not be like that after surgery.
The surgeon did a truly amazing job. When I returned home I think I stared at my tits in the mirror for nearly 3 hours, striking pose after pose, touching them and kissing them. Finally I was able to suck my own nipples. I needed to show someone. I raced in to work to show Miranda. She was so excited for me.
“Oh god if you were not perfect before you surely are now. Really Nicky you are amazing she said. May I?” She said lowering her head to my chest.
“You know you don’t have to ask” I reminded her
She sucked each nipple gently then backed me up to and onto her desk. She removed her skirt and climbed on top placing her cock gently in the place between my tits. I pushed my tits closed around her rapidly growing member and she started to pump back and forward. I was hard as a rock, I was giving my first titfuck and it was amazing. Miranda’s swollen purple cock head disappearing then reappearing from inside my titty chasm was driving me wild. She noticed this and reached behind and started pumping my hard cock. She looked so gorgeous, like a cowgirl or something. Her hips thrusting back and forth while she leaned back to pump my cock, her breasts jiggling from side to side and a look of sheer bliss on her perfect face. I looked back down at the cockhead playing ‘peek a boo’ with me and took it into my mouth.
“Oah fffuck” she cried as she fired round after round of her sweet nectar all over my face and neck.
“Oh you wicked wicked girl making me cum early like that” She whispered in my ear. “I am just going to have to suck you off for that”
“No, no please don’t suck me o…..” I started to tease her back but was cut off by the warm moist feeling of her mouth sliding down over my shaft.
Miranda knew me to well and brought me to the brink of orgasm 3 times then backed off so that I was begging her to let me cum in the end and when I did it was the most exhausting climax I had ever experienced.
“What was that?” I said still reeling from my orgasm
“That honey was bliss, pure bliss”
I had been considering changing my name for a while and that just fit perfectly.
“Nicky Bliss. Oh thank you Miranda. That is the perfect name. Thankyou thankyou thankyou!”
“It suit’s you to a T, Tgirl” she laughed.
“Oh it does, it does. Oh I love you”
There was silence, awkward silence and huge butterflies formed in my stomach. As I dressed awkwardly looking at the floor but watching her out of the corner of my eye Miranda stood mouthing silent words and trying to find her voice and the right words to say. I grabbed Miranda’s pretty face between my hands and kissed her on the lips and ran from the store.
I walked toward home in a daze trying to remember the last time I told someone I loved them. I couldn’t. It seemed an unlikely expression considering my background. Mom and I hugged and kissed and stuff but did not express it in words. Did I love Miranda? Should I love Miranda? If I loved Miranda and she loved me back would I ever be a mother?
Suddenly a hand was over my mouth and there were two guys in front of me. They were both black as was the hand over my mouth. They looked to be part of a gang, I was terrified.
“So ladyboy, you like cock hey. Well bitch we got a treat for you here hey” the smaller of the two said
“Yo freak we are gonna split you in two aint we boys” came from the one behind.
I tried so hard to scream through the hand over my mouth to no avail. I was kicking and trying to pull out of the arm that had my arms pinned to my side and then bit two fingers as hard as I could. I crashed to the ground as I was let go and then felt a solid blow in my lower ribs and stomach twice as the other two boys kicked me. I tried to get up but the now recovered guy behind kicked me in the back sending me sprawling across the gravel next to the sidewalk. I looked around finally and saw the biggest person I have ever seen towering over me. He grabbed my hair and dragged me screaming through the gravel and across some lawn to an obscured area behind some trees and let me drop to the ground.
“Who are you, what do you want from me” I howled as they jeered and laughed.
“We is just some big ol’ horny niggas looking for some tasty white pussy”
“Yeah but then we saw your pretty little face and dem epic big titties and decided to step right out of that zone yo and give you a reemin”
“Leave me the fuck alone” I sobbed
“Well that’s dang racist bitch! Dude shut her up before I sink some of this steel in her ass” one of the boys said pulling a switchblade from his back pocket.
The giant pinned me down as the other two raped me orally and anally. They didn’t seem to care if I choked and died as they forced their long black penises in my mouth. I closed my eyes and just prayed would make it through as they kicked and sneered, laughed and punched and raped me over and over again. By the time it was the giants turn I was to numb and in shock to need restraining. He just knelt behind and pulled me by the waist up toward his cock and ploughed straight in. I felt my body break and the blood trickle down my body and drip of my cock but was unable to respond. As quickly as they had arrived my assailants were gone and I just lay there broken and unable to move. I lay hoping and praying that someone would come by for a few hours and then dragged myself up using a nearby tree. I found a stick to use as a crutch and began hobbling my way toward home. Just as I got to my street I heard footsteps running up behind me and I collapsed and curled into a ball thinking I would be beaten again. It was Carlo and he picked me up and ran home and rushed me inside and called an ambulance. Knowing I was on the way to help I gave in and passed out.
I woke up clean and wounds dressed, a very grown up Lucy was there holding my hand and Melinda was at the top of the bed running her fingers through my hair. I had not seen the girls for nearly 3 years. We did try to keep up but I guess it is too easy to catch up online rather than in person these days.
“Good morning sleepy head”
I was so delighted to see them both I cried.
“Hi darlings it’s so good to see you. Where’s Carlo?” I asked
“He went to work once we got here and your boss came by to see you. She said she will be in later”
I could feel myself go red. “Miranda came?” I asked gazing at the door
“Sure she did. Say is there something going on between you two?” Lucy said
“Of course not” I said a little indignantly “Why did she say something?” I said trying to not be obvious.
“There so is” Melinda said beaming “come on, spill”
I forgot about the shape I was in for a while as we chatted like old times about Miranda and myself and the whole state of affairs. Their advice was to be with her and to find a way to have children and each other and just make it work.
“Nicky look at where you have come from, all you have achieved and overcome. Nothing can stop you” Lucy said
“Besides she is hooked on you for sure, the way she talks is like you guys are married. You’re so lucky Nicky, she is gorgeous. Hell I would have her kids any day” Melinda said and then quickly put her hand over her mouth.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean…”
“Hey it’s ok baby, really. You just made me think, that’s all” I said
“What about?”
“A surrogate mother. It’s a great idea, thank you baby” I said giving her credit for it.
The girls and I discussed a lot of things. When I came home from hospital they would come and stay with me until I had recovered. They were both at Uni and on a break for a couple of weeks. So many friends were there to help that it was painful at times. I wanted a moment to talk to Miranda and I could see that she felt the same. That time did not come until the second day after I came home. She stopped in on her way to work for a coffee. I let her in and lay on the Sofa and she sat right on the edge next to me. She looked at me and said
“Did you…
“Yes I meant it!” I cut her off
“Oh baby I have loved you for the longest time” she sobbed with joy hugging me
“Oww”
“Oh sorry Hun. Those bastards bettered not have scarred that perfect body” she said easing her hand underneath my robe and onto my breast.
She ran her hand down my flat belly and onto my cock. It responded immediately and began to harden.
“Say it again baby?”
I let out a low groan of pleasure as her hand pumped my shaft. “I love you Miranda and I want to marry you. Will you marry me?” I asked
“Oh hell yes” she said leaning in to kiss my lips.
She kissed her way down my broken body carefully until she got to my cock and then carefully sucked me with long full strokes up and down until I came. Just then the girls came back in from the buying milk for breakfast.
“Oh Miranda” Lucy said “I am glad you are here. We want to cook dinner for you two and talk about some ideas. Is tonight ok?”
“Let me check tonight’s bookings. Um yes that will work, just 3 bookings and they are all outcalls we have the place to ourselves” I said
“Perfect” Melinda said “we will make a quick list and then it’s back to the shops”
“I had better head off to work now” Miranda said
“See you back here at 7?” Lucy asked
“7 is great” Miranda replied, smiled and left.
She closed the door and the girls giggled softly
“You so just got lucky didn’t you” Melinda said
My blushing was answer enough I guess.
“So what are you two up to? What’s with dinner?” I asked
“To celebrate you my dear and your becoming the world’s most amazing woman I have ever seen” Lucy smiled avoiding the question nicely.
“I have always loved you but I would have to admit Hun, you make a much better woman than a man, you are so hot” Melinda agreed
“Oh I thought you liked my little friend” I said rubbing my cock through my clothes.
“Hmm, your friend is not so little anymore baby” Lucy said
I coughed and held my aching side. “I am so glad you girls are here, thank you so much”
The girls went about their business setting up the dining room and the house while I rested. Just the events of the last few hours had boosted my spirits and made me feel a lot better all round. I was looking forward to dinner so much. If Carlo was there it would have made it perfect. I had many friends in the Transgender community and community on its own but I guess these people had become my family. I daydreamed about a perfect wedding and started working on ideas in my head.
I fell asleep and dreamed or had a vision if you will. I had put on a huge show to introduce the new line of clothes at the fashion house. There were two labels and two exciting ranges. First up was the ‘Miranda’ range, very stylish and elegant with a touch of mischief. Then came the ‘clothes by Nicky Bliss’ range that was much more daring and sexy. I saw the crowd cheering and our models looked amazing. It was a dream come true. For the Grand Finale a catwalk run by myself and Miranda wearing ‘Bliss Vs Miranda’ Bridal creations. As we neared the end of the runway a celebrant from the transgender community joined us on stage where in front of the entire crowd we were married.
I was awoken with a crash and then a head poked out of the kitchen
“Sorry Hun”
I was so emotional after the dream that I nearly cried. I rang Miranda immediately and told her about it and she insisted that I write it all down and that the wedding plans go ahead exactly as I had dreamed. I couldn’t wait and by the time it came to dinner I had paper and materials everywhere in my office and was so absorbed in my work I didn’t hear the first three calls for dinner. I quickly threw on the outfit I had selected earlier and checked my look in the mirror before heading downstairs. When I went downstairs Miranda had already arrived and was sitting at the candle lit table beaming and smiling at me.
“Hello gorgeous, I hear you’ve been busy”
“It’s nice to be feeling better and how was your day?”
“I’m not sure I was a little distracted” she said looking at the girls
“Well ok let’s eat” they said placing a very spectacular meal in front of us.
“Aw come on girls you know I can’t exercise of these calories at the moment” I whined
“Oh I think you can, I will help you with that” Miranda said cheekily and looked down at the table.
The girls looked at each other and grinned.
“Ok our aim is not to torture you guys” Lucy started “We know that you at least Nicky would love to have kids and we were wondering, Miranda how you felt about that idea?”
“Wow that is quite blunt and personal” Miranda said with a laugh “I would love to have a child, maybe two”
“Ok, so we have this idea right. We think you guys should get married and we would like to have your kids” Melinda blurted out
You could have heard a pin drop as we all sat staring around the table at one another. After around a minutes silence I responded with.
“Oh my god that would be awesome”
“You girls are so young. Have you really thought this through?” Miranda asked
“That’s the point. We are young and not ready to raise children of our own but when we are we do not want some anonymous sperm donor that we know nothing about contributing and I guess that is where we would like you to return the favour”
“Well listen this is all a bit sudden girls and well you kind of stole our thunder. We have some news of our own” Miranda said.
“We are going to be married” I screamed.
The rest of the night was a buzz of excited chit chat about weddings and babies and there was plenty of indication that the girls were prepared to get started immediately. I told them that I may not be up to it but after a little oral encouragement from Miranda decided I would be ok if I took it easy. I lay on the floor in front of the fireplace with Melinda riding me carefully and staring into my eyes
“Oh god I am going to miss your cock” she said
From across the room Miranda said “Oh there is no reason for that. So long as whenever you borrow my cock I get to borrow your pussy” as she pounded in and out of a very horny Lucy across the room.
Melinda’s nipples touched mine as she leaned over to kiss me. The grunting and panting from across the room told me the girls were in the throes of orgasm and drove me over the edge too. I pumped round after round deep inside Melinda and then rolled her over and kissed her stomach as if blessing it or kissing it for good luck or something. We swapped partners and I deposited my second load as deep as I could inside Lucy. Without even thinking about it I followed up by making love to Miranda and as we watched the girls with each other the penny dropped that they were a couple. I felt excitement for them and guilt for being so self-obsessed and not realizing but everything seemed to be as it should be.
The unveiling of the fashion houses ‘Nicky Bliss and Miranda” lines were a huge success and the wedding was every bit as perfect as in my dream. Carlo gave me away and Melinda was my best man. It was a different sort of wedding that’s for sure. My bride and I are only 4 short weeks off becoming parents now and looking forward to it a lot, that and whatever life throes at as next.

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When In Rome – 07

Author’s NotesI’m having difficulty doing dailies with all of the family stuff going on for the holidays. The story is far from over, and I’m still writing. I’m just having a hard time finding the time to write 6-8K words every day. Thanks for sticking with me :]
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CHAPTER SEVEN:
Scene 01: Cassius – Sex? No.
Scene 02: Callia – Sex? Yes.
Scene 03: Cassius – Sex? Yes.
_____________________________[u]CASSIUS[u]
He wasn’t a man to use the word “cute.”
But Callia, today, was the “cutest” thing he’d ever seen.
Everything was so new to her, so exciting. She flitted back and forth between the market stalls, speaking to everyone.. Touching everything. And he loomed behind her, the coldest, cruelest stare he could manage trained on the faces of any vendor that might consider telling her to stop. If anyone looked at her wrong, broke her mood – he’d fucking kill them. In the most creatively painful way he could think of.
Most of the vendors, especially the food vendors, were exceptionally friendly to her. Her charms had worked particularly well on the vintner, who had insisted that they try several of his best and make sure Lykos knew just how fine his wares were. Now she was teetering around in her sandals like a little lush, and the only thing keeping her balanced was the arm she’d looped through his.
He leaned over and pressed his lips against her ear. “What do you think?”
“Oh Cassius.” She breathed and her eyes focused intently on a sparkling stall filled to the brim with jewelry. “It’s better than I’d dreamed of.”
He laughed as he led her over the stall. “Come, meet Agnes.”
There were two people in Rome who stubbornly refused to fear Cassius. One was Callia. Agnes was the other. He swore that she had two spirits living inside her body; one was a sweet old woman with a kind word for everyone, the other a blood-thirsty savage who would cut your throat as soon as she’d shake your hand. She had to be at least seventy years old. She was the one vendor in the market that had never been robbed.
“Cassius.” Agnes beamed at him. “Now who’s this pretty little thing? Surely her father didn’t turn her loose with the likes of you.”
He laughed. “This is Callia. My sister.”
“Ohh.” Her eyes widened as she studied Callie. “Well, she is as pretty as the men all say. I didn’t expect her to be so.. Small. Pretty little runt, though. Hello, then, child. Enjoying the sights?”
Callia nodded politely, but she was a girl and they were in the middle of a jewelry stall. Her eyes were wide as she examined everything. “I’ve never seen the market before.”
“You should see this one, child. Look.” Agnes smiled at her and pulled a little ring off the wall and winked at Cassius. “The stone is almost the exact color of your eyes. Never seen a stone like this before.”
Cassius narrowed his eyes at Agnes. She was trying to be kind. Well, be kind and make a sale. She didn’t know that Lykos would never allow Callia to own anything, even something as small as a little ring. It pissed him off.
Callie gasped as she peered down at the ring. Agnes had been right. It was the color of her eyes, like it had been made for her.
“Well, try it on.” Agnes prompted, and Callie beamed as she obeyed.
“Let’s see.” Agnes snatched her hand over and inspected it. “Perfect fit. How ’bout that, eh, Cassius?”
Callie’s face was sad as she stared down at the ring. She chewed on her bottom lip as she held her out in front of her and inspected it in the light. She smiled at Agnes, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Its beautiful,” she whispered as she slid it back off her finger and held it out to Agnes. “But Father would never let me-”
“We’ll take it.”
Fuck Lykos. Callia had nothing. She didn’t have a bed, or one dress that she owned. She didn’t have a pair of sandals that were hers. Hell, her hair comb didn’t even belong to her. He could give her this.
Callia glanced up at him, and opened her mouth to protest, or speak, or something, but his hand was already in the pouch at his belt.
“Do you have a leather cord?” He asked as he dropped coin in Agnes’ hand. “One that will fit around my neck?”
She looked puzzled, but she nodded. She cut a length of cord about the right size and handed it to him. He looped it trough the ring and knotted it.
When he thanked the woman and led Callie away from the stand, he explained.
“I’ll hold it for you. Keep it around my neck until we leave here.”
She grinned and through her arms around his neck, and he held her close for as long as he dared.
They kept an acceptable distance as they walked slowly back to meet their brothers.
He heard the rustling in the trees along the empty path long before he saw the man stumble out from behind them, sword drawn.
“Where is she?” He voice was rough, like he’d been screaming. Blond stubble covered his face, and his clothes were dirty and wrinkled. “Where is my wife?”
Cassius pulled Callia behind him as he drew his sword. Slowly. Calmly.
“I don’t know who the fuck you are. How am I supposed to know where your wife ran off to?”
“His name is Titus.” Callie spoke up from behind him. “His wife is Julia. She was my friend before she got sold. She came from Britain like my mother.”
She leaned around him to peer at Titus, and he had to keep eyes on both of them.
“She’s gone missing?”
“Run along Callia.” Titus didn’t even look at her. “This doesn’t concern you.”
“Callia, stay.” Cassius pulled a dagger out of the strap of his sandal and handed it to Callie. “I don’t know who is in the woods.”
He watched Titus. The man was sluggish like he hadn’t slept. His eyes were ringed with black circles.
“I just want her home, Cassius. I won’t say a word.” His jaw clenched. “You can kill as many fucking whores as you want. Just let my wife go.”
Callia gasped, and Cassius stilled. “You think the man that’s been killing whores has you wife?”
“I think you have her, yes. I know who you are.” Titus’ body was shaking so hard he couldn’t keep his sword arm steady. He looked terrified. “If you don’t giveher back, you better kill me now. Because I will find whatever it is a freak like you loves and I’ll fucking take it from you.”
“Titus, is it?” He rubbed at his eyes, exhausted. He should just slit the bastard’s throat and fucking be done with it. “What makes you think she hasn’t just run off?”
“It was like when all the other men’s wives and daughters been taken. Rope on the bed. Blood and.. Blood and cum on the sheets.”
Cassius paused. “When?”
“She was gone when I came home this morning.”
She could still be alive. Some of the girls had been missing for over two weeks when their bodies were found.
“Put your sword away. I don’t have your wife.” He shook his head, irritated. “I’ve got to take Callia home. Meet me in the center of the market at midnight. I’m going to catch this bastard. Work with me. Maybe we can get him quick enough to find your wife.”
The man’s body sagged, but he sighed and nodded. “If this is a trick. If I find out you took her, I’ll kill you.”
“You can try.”
*[u]CALLIA[u]
She knew the look on his face.
He sat back on the bed, naked, arms crossed behind his head. His cock was hard, thick and delicious and curving against his thigh. Her tongue darted across her lips. She wanted him to force that big cock down her throat until she choked on it.
He watched his slaves bathe her, his eyes dark and narrowed. The tight set of his jaw was in complete opposition to the relaxed posture of his body. His eyes never left hers. His breathing changed, chest rising and falling quicker as he watched the girls later soap slowly over her naked body. His hips rocked almost imperceptibly as one slid her hand between Callia’s legs to gently wash her cunt.
He stared at her like a lion watching his prey; ready to strike at any second. She arched her little cunt against his slave’s hand and let her head roll back. His eyes narrowed, and a cruel smile spread slowly across his face. She froze. She felt like her heart stopped still in her chest. She knew that look, too. Surely he wasn’t..
The slaves paid no attention to the shift in her mood as scrubbed her skin with rough brushes. They soaped her again as her brother watched. Once they had rinsed her, they piled her wet hair on top of her head and began to drain the water as they worked the scented oil and lotion mixture over her clean skin.
Cassius pointed to the fireplace, and she stood there as she dried. The fire was so warm, but her knees were trembling. Her back had healed enough, she supposed, and it looked like her week off was over. He would beat her tonight. She knew it without him having to say it. She was afraid.
Her father had not been kind or careful with her punishment. There was nothing sexual about the violence she’d received at his hand. It had been hard for her; sex, arousal and the state of consciousness that came with it were how she’d learned to embrace pain. That was what Cassius had taught her after her first beating at the hands of some cruel client she’d never seen again. She had a secret suspicion that no one had ever seen that client again.
Her brother didn’t speak. He just crooked his finger at her and glanced at the floor beside his bed.
She bowed her head, and stared at the stones on the floor as she approached.
She held her body like she’d been trained: back straight, tits up, ass out to make sure she was perfectly pleasing to the eye. She knelt on her shins on the ground by his bed, just far enough away that when he looked down at her, he could see that every inch of her was displayed. Her shoulders were high, tits up in the air, legs spread open so that her cunt was offered to him. She wanted him to take what was his. Her. She was his.
She didn’t look up as he slid off the bed and walked a slow circle around her. His knuckles stroked her jaw, and when her eyes closed, he slapped her cheek. It wasn’t a very hard slap; it startled her more than it hurt but she couldn’t stop the sharp breath she inhaled.
“Keep your eyes on the ground like a good whore.” His hand wrapped around her throat, and he squeezed it. His fingertips dug into her flesh. “Don’t speak unless given permission. Nod if you understand me.”
She nodded.
“If I tell you to speak, you will address me as Dominus.” His hand closed tighter. “Do you understand? Speak.”
“Yes, Dominus.” She could feel her legs shaking underneath her. Her stomach tightened as he released her throat and allowed her to breath. She nodded as she gasped in a breath.
She struggled just to put one foot in front of the other as he led her to the apparatus he used to restrain her. She couldn’t look at it. He’d kept it covered with a bed sheet for the last week because of what she’d gone through. He restrained her hands and belted her waist to the board, and she tried to pull inside herself for the strength she’d gained over her short life. She tried to remember the things he’d taught her, the ways to get herself in the right frame of mind but she was drawing up a blank.
He stroked the curve of her waist, and a small part of her tension eased. Not enough.
Her chest heaved as he adjusted a blindfold over her eyes. She could see nothing but blackness, and she started to shake. The belt chafed against her trembling body.
She relaxed when he touched her again, but just barely. The handle of his whip traced her slit, prodded at her. He squeezed her ass in one hand. His fingernails dug in as he pinched and pulled at her skin.
She was barely wet when he slid the first finger inside her cunt. She could hear him breathing, could feel him inside her, and she finally relaxed into it. This was Cassius, and relief was apparent in her moans as she pushed back against his hand as much as she could. She wasn’t allowed words, but she could still let him know it felt good.
He heard his growl behind her as he worked a second finger in with the first.
His fingers fucked her little cunt in short, rough strokes. He pounded them inside her until she could hear the strokes and his shallow breathing. His thumb pressed against her ass hole and she smiled to herself as she remembered just how fucking big he’d felt, how hard he was inside there. Her nipples were hard against the rough wood, and her pussy was soaking wet around his fingers.
She whined softly as he pulled his fingers out, leaving her empty. Her body sagged unhappily; she’d live with him inside her if she could. But then he wrapped his hands around the outsides of her thighs and he dropped to his knees behind her.
She bit her lip to keep from whispering his name as his lips pressed softly against the back of her thigh. She cried out when his tongue danced across her slit before sliding inside her. He prodded his tongue inside her wet little hole, and her entire body shook when she heard him moan. She couldn’t see him as he pulled, or maybe pushed, her lower body away from the board. He’d turned around between her legs so that his lips could wrap around her little clit.
Every muscle, every inch of her body screamed as he sucked her clit, soft then rough, soft then rough. He pinched her clit between his teeth at the exact same moment as his thumb slid inside her cunt. She screamed, some incoherent language that didn’t exist – one that could only be understood by the two of them. She felt/heard him laugh with his mouth still pressed against her slit.
He moved out from between her legs, and she whimpered. She fought against begging him to come back, but then his body was pressed against hers and he was tilting her head.. To his mouth. She tasted herself on his lips as he kissed her. He held her so close to his body as his tongue explored her mouth, and hers tasted his. He pressed one last kiss against her neck.
“I’m going to whip you now.” His hand cupped her wet little cunt as his tongue circled the rim of her ear. She trembled just from feeling his breath on her neck. “Speak.”
This was it. Her first beating since.. But it was Cassius. She could do this. She could.
“Y-yes, Dominus.”
He stepped away, and left her there. She braced herself hard for the first hit, held her breath. Tightened her muscles. Everything the rational side of her knew not to do. But the hit didn’t come. He was silent and she couldn’t see. She didn’t count the seconds, but it felt like she hung there for hours, shaking with fear, anxiety, trepidation. She barely breathed.
The first crack of the whip sounded like lightening. It hadn’t touched her skin, but she cried out anyway; her legs buckled under her and only the belt and the ropes on her wrists kept her from losing her footing. Still he didn’t speak. Her stomach rolled with nerves and she hissed in sharp gasps. They mixed with whimpers as she hung there, helpless and restrained.
The whip sounded again, and her entire body tensed again to brace for the impact. The sound seemed closer this time, but there was no pain. He hadn’t hit her. But he would. She just didn’t know when. That frightened her more than knowing it was coming. She hadn’t even realized she was crying until she felt the heat on her cheeks.
Anxiety tightened in her chest. She could hear nothing but the sound of her own heart; could think of nothing but the sound of the cracking whip and the memory of what her father’s whip had felt like as it split the skin on her back. She felt her tears seeping into the blindfold.
When the third crack rang out and still did not touch her skin, she sobbed out loud. He’d commanded her not to speak, but that was alright because she couldn’t form words.
She lost track of the cracks that didn’t make contact with her flesh, until she could no longer hear them over the roar of her heart in her ears and the sounds of her sobs. She shook violently, the belt digging into her skin, until she could barely hold herself upright on her feet.
When his whip finally cracked her skin, it was almost a relief. The pain of reality didn’t compare to the pain she’d been imagining in her mind and she gasped in a shaking, ragged breath. It may not have been as hard as she was prepared for, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. Fire spread across her back in a razor thin line and she gagged as she remembered what she had felt like at her father’s mercy when she’d felt the first trickle of hot blood running from one of the cuts on her back. The room she was in should have smelled like soap, lotion, firewood and Cassius. But her mind refused to let her smell anything but metal and blood and sweat.
By the third crack of the whip on her back, the ropes around her wrists felt like metal cuffs.
By the fifth, she could smell the spicy scent of the perfume her father wore.
By the tenth, she was quiet and sagging against her restraints – numb, out of focus; living in a perfect recreation of what she considered her own personal Tartarus. It was all in her mind, and she was left there reliving phantom whip strikes long after the room had went silent. Long after she’d been untied.
Nothing made sense to her, if it registered at all. The soft thing beneath her body. The strong, warm things around her waist. That vaguely familiar voice talking to her from so far away.
The world was still black.
*[u]CASSIUS[u]
His hands were shaking as he laid his little sister on the bed. He couldn’t take off her blindfold – not yet. Because for all the tears in her eyes, there were more in his.
He felt nauseated.
He was sure she had thought he lost control. He hadn’t. Every second of what he’d done to her, the sensory deprivation, the fear, the mind-fuck of whipping empty air just because it would terrify her.. He’d done it on purpose. She was in her “dark place” now, something he’d only seen very few times because he’d quickly learned how to avoid it.
And today he’d used that knowledge to take her there intentionally. But not for the reasons she would think.
He’d been beaten. Dozens, maybe a hundred times. He understood it and he understood Callia. This trip, this.. Descent into her own world of personal torment was inevitable.
Tomorrow she would go back to work, and any man who could pay the price could beat her in any fashion they chose. Maybe it would be tomorrow. Maybe the day after. But eventually it would have come to this. And Callia would be in this helpless state, completely at the mercy of a stranger who didn’t see her as a girl, a person. Someone who saw her as a toy. This unresponsive, broken shell would more than likely enrage whoever paid for a willing slut. There was no telling what would be done to her then.
But if he was the one to take her there.. He could control how she was brought out of it. He could care for her, make her feel safe.[/]
He kissed her forehead as he untied her blindfold. She blanched, squinted up at blankly for a second before she averted her eyes. Her body tensed, and tried to struggle out from under him. He lifted his arms, watching warily to see what she would do. His chest ached as she stumbled to the edge of the bed, and he reached out to grab her, but he wasn’t fast enough.
She fell sideways off the side of the mattress and landed hard on the floor. Her little brain didn’t even seem to register that as she pulled herself up onto her knees. In a perfect little slaves’ pose.
He crept toward her slowly, so as not to startle her. He sat next to her and pulled her body into his chest. She didn’t fight him, but every inch of her body was tensed as he pulled her into his lap. He rocked slowly back and forth as he held her tight against his chest, pressed kisses against the top of her head. He whispered softly to her as he stroked her head.
“Where are you right now, Callie?”
The tiny modicum of relaxation she’d gained vanished. She froze. “Right here, Dominus.”
“Look at me,” he sighed, and tilted her face to his. “Who am I, Callie?”
There was nothing in her eyes, no light. They were flat, near dead. Blank but for a small hint of confusion.
“You’re my master.”
“No.” He rested his forehead gently against hers as he cradled her body. “Look at me Callie. See me.”
She frowned. “I don’t understand. Just tell me what you desire from me, Domi-”
He silenced her with his lips on his and stood up with her in his arms. He laid her back on his bed and climbed on top of her, resting on his elbows.
“Tell me my name, my love.”
She shuddered underneath him, and when she spoke he could hear the tears in her voice.
“Cassius.”
“Good girl.” He kissed her cheek, the curve of her jaw. He laid his head in between her shoulder and chin. “Who am I, Cal?”
“Um.” She swallowed hard and he felt her turn slightly towards his. When he felt her body relax against his, just a little, a bit of the tightness in his chest eased. “My brother.”
“Yes.” His fingertips stroked her belly, and her head lulled back. “Where are you, Callie?”
“I-in your bed.”
“In [i]our bed,” he corrected. He moved back on top of her. She was coming back. Slowly, but his girl was in there somewhere. He could see that fire, that curiosity in her eyes. “Our bed, Callie.”
The ring, the one he’d bought her at the market, hung from his neck and rested just between her breasts.
“I’m sorry, Cassius.” She looked away. “I got scared.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for.” He kissed her, and this time she kissed him back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Her kisses weren’t soft, they were hungry. She whimpered against his mouth as he bit at her bottom lip, and her hips arched up against him. He pulled her up and rested her back against his pillows so that she was almost sitting upright.
“Look at me, baby.” He pulled her legs apart and laid between them. His eyes met hers when his mouth was just inches away from her cunt. “Watch me, Callie. Like I watch you.”
Even from here, he could see the dried tears on her face. He kept his eyes locked with hers as he spread her legs wider and pressed his lips against her clit. He toyed with her cunt with his fingertips, but didn’t slide them inside. Not yet.
He trailed his tounge down from her clit to her hole and back up, watched her eyes almost close as her hips rocked up.
“Don’t close your eyes, Callie.”
He sucked hard at her clit, and heard her soft gasps. He watched her back arch as he finally slid a finger inside her cunt. She was always tight; her little cunt was perfect. Sweet and wet, and gripped his finger hard as he tasted her pussy. The taste of her cunt was something he couldn’t get enough of. He craved it. Now that he’d had her on his tongue he had no idea why he’d waited so fucking long to bury his face between his sister’s legs.
“Cassius?” She whimpered, her voice ragged as she pressed her hips up against his face. “I.. I n-need..”
He pressed a loud kiss against her clit. “Yes, my love? Tell me, sweet sister. What do you need?”
“I’m close. I’m.. Oh Gods,” she moaned out loud, her legs tightening against his hands. “I want to cum with your cock inside me, Cassius. Please. Fuck me.”
He sucked harder as she spoke, her words driving him half fucking mindless. She screamed as he slammed his finger inside her one last time. Yes, she was starting to shake for him.
He covered her mouth with his, catching her scream between his lips as he pressed his cock against her entrance. His fucking hand was shaking, body tight with the need to be inside her. But he teased her first, listened to her beg as he trailed the head of his cock up and down her slit.
“Tell me how badly you want it,” he teased, watching her tight little body writing underneath him.
Her eyes widened and she gaped up it him. “I love you cock. I need it. I want to feel it, Cassius, I want to feel it spread my little cunt open and pound inside. I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cum spill inside me.”
He slammed inside her before she’d even finished speaking, and she screamed as her hips back against him. She slammed up, meeting every single thrust. She slammed her cunt against him every bit as hard as he slammed his cock inside her, and it didn’t take long. Five thrusts, maybe six, before her words lost all meaning. She was still talking, but he had no idea what the fuck she was saying other than the occasional ‘please.’ He never slowed his pace. His little sister wanted his cock inside her when she came, and that was what she gave her. He drilled into that hot, tight little cunt even as it trembled around him, got even wetter than before. He tightened his grip on her hips to keep himself from following her.
When she collapsed back against the bed, he slowed his thrusts. Not to let her recover, but to let himself.
“Cassius?” She peered up at him through half lidded, confused eyes.
He buried his cock deep inside her and stayed there, barely rocking against her hips. “Yes, my love?”
She bit her lip and rocked her hips up against him with her little, freckled nose crinkled. What in the hell was she thinking so hard about.
Finally, the confusion lifted, just a little. “Well, I love cock.”
He couldn’t help it. He never laughed. No one ever made him laugh. But he collapsed on top of her, roaring. That’s what she’d been so confused about? He could feel her cunt squeezing around his cock, each laugh making him shake inside her. “Yes, dear sister. I know you love cock.”
“No, Cass-” She whined, and tried to stomp her foot – which was awkward and cute considering she was laying on her back. “Let me figure out what I’m trying to say.”
He was still laughing softly above her.
“Okay,” she blew out a breath, and rocked her hips against his like it was helping her think. “I know that you can love cock. You can love getting fucked. But.. Can you love a person?”
He froze, and every bit of the humor he’d seen in the situation melted away. His chest pounded, his stomach clenched tight with nerves as he stared down at Callia. He studied the quizzical expression of her beautiful little face.
“Yes, Callia.” He told her softly. “You can love a person.”
“Cass?” She pressed her hips against his and rocked them in small, satisfied circles. His sweet little sister stared up at him with his cock buried balls-deep inside her cunt and smiled. “I love you.”
Every muscle in his body tightened, hummed like a bowstring as he pulled out and pounded back inside her. His cock throbbed, ached, and so did he as he pounded inside her.
“Do you, Callia?” He didn’t recognize his own voice when he spoke. “How much?”
“Even more than I love getting fucked.” She giggled beneath him between her sharp cries as her cunt took his cock.
His hand wrapped around her throat as he drove back inside her, and he watched her choking and bucking under him as he slammed his cock inside her. He lost himself in the thrusts, putting the full weight of his body behind every stroke. Her body rocked backward with each stroke, her head hit the headboard every time his balls slapped against her ass. He’d never fucked her quite this hard, never felt quite like this – this full bodied abandon as he tried to fuck past her cunt.. To fill her entire body up with his. He let go over her throat, pulled her legs up over his shoulder and focused on nothing but her screams and the way her body gripped him. He wanted to make her cum again, needed to hear her scream those words as they came together.
It didn’t take her long; that sweet little body started to shake under him. He bit at her calf as he held on trembling foot in his hand.
“Tell me again, Callie. Tell me when you cum on my cock.”
She grinned as her hands found the head board behind her, and she locked her arms out straight, pushing her body towards his. He filled her, and when her legs started to shake and he watched his little sister come with his cock inside her, screaming that she loved him.. He fucking lost it.
He wasn’t silent when he came either, not this time. He collapsed on her with a long, low growl as he filled her wet, shaking little cunt up with his cum. He couldn’t keep his hands or his mouth off her when she collapsed on top of her body.
His lips pressed up against her ear, and he whispered softly words that only she would ever hear from his lips.
“I love you.”

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Summer Vacation part 3

Part 3 for my loyal readers. It takes a while to get to the sex here but if you’re just reading it for sex I’m sorry but I write porn with a plot.
I watch as my ‘mother’ brightens to my agreeing to spend time with her. All of us; Abigail, Bethany, Loretta and I; pile into her car and head off to take the girls to school. Loretta drops the girls off at the front of the school with the other students and Abigail smiles at me a little as she gets out of the car and heads to class.
“I do have a few errands to run,” Loretta tells me as we get out of the parking lot,” but we’ll get you to a mall today so you can shop some.”
“I want to get a tattoo,” I tell her from my hood, I’m wearing the leather jacket even in a hot Texas summer.
“I can’t let you get a tattoo, I’m already skating on thin ice with having you down here,” Loretta tells me while driving,” Besides you’re barely seventeen this year, you can’t get one till you’re eighteen.”
I shrug from my hood, money usually solves that problem with most things, Johnny taught me that one this spring. I relax in the car at Loretta’s first stop, some halfway house for teens. I nearly fall asleep waiting in the car when a knock at the window rouses me. It’s a girl a little older than me, kinda ratty looking white girl in some beat up clothes. I get out of the car and lean up against it closing the door.
“Are you Mrs. Delauter’s son,” she asks me.
“And why do you give a fuck,” I nearly spit the words out.
“Cause she’s been talking about seeing you for the past month, some of us wonder what the fuss is about,” She says walking away.
Wonderful, not only is Loretta a fucking saint to these girls but now I’m the biggest asshole on the planet. I get back in the car and after a total and hour Loretta finally joins me.
“Sorry you had to wait out here by yourself, one of the girls went missing in the building and we needed her to sign some paperwork,” Loretta tells me starting her car.
“Yeah, apparently I’ve got a fan club here,” I mutter back.
“Well I couldn’t contain my excitement for seeing you again after all these years,” Loretta says with some pride.
It’s a surreal feeling to be sitting next to her after all the years where I honestly thought she died somewhere and nobody noticed. I think that might have been preferred by me honestly cause when she said a few errands what she meant was ‘going to show you what a good person I’ve become so you’ll like me’. Another youth home and two rehab clinics later put us at just after noon with me still waiting to head to the mall and find a tattoo artist.
“I’m sorry this is taking so long. It’s the end of the week paperwork and check ins,” Loretta tells me as we leave the last place.
“I’ve got six weeks, this is one day,” I mutter.
“I know this isn’t what you were looking forward to today but we can go now if you still want to,” Loretta asks hopefully.
I let her drive where she wants which not surprisingly leads to Mr. Delauter’s workplace. It’s another stop in the parade of boring shit and I’m done. We both get out of the car but as soon as Loretta starts to head towards the office I turn and walk out of the parking lot and down the street. I’m not sure how long it takes her to realize I’m not there but I’m already at the first cross walk when my phone goes off.
“Guy where did you go,” I hear Loretta asking me over the phone when I pick up.
“Where did you get my number,” I ask her crossing the street.
“I got it from your father when you were coming down here, where did you go honey,” She asks again.
“I went to go do something else, I’m tired of wasting my time and being lead along by the nose,” I tell her trying to figure out where the hell I am.
“Honey just come back here and we’ll go to the mall or whatever you want to do I promise,” I can hear Loretta getting worried.
“Ummm, no done being lied to and force fed your crap,” I hang up the phone and continue walking.
I get another couple calls from the same number but ignore them, I use my phone GPS to figure out where
I am and where the damn high school is around here. It takes a minute but after the ‘out of normal area’ bullshit I get my bearings and head off.
The walk is hot and I almost regret coming out but after an hour of walking I finally hit school grounds. It’s about one thirty and I figure the classes will be till three so I calmly look around. Defiantly a football school, a lot of trophies inside and there is three fields all painted out for football with the best one having actual stadium lights and real stands for people to sit.
I do my wandering for about an hour when classes get out and I can see the students shuffling about for their cars and busses. A good amount of money here in the students, Johnny would make a killing. I leave that thought where it is when I see Bethany all decked in her summer cheer outfit, short orange and white skirt with a tight top and those damn shorts they wear over their panties. Her boyfriend if you wanna call him that is a black guy in jeans and a letterman jacket. I circle around them and keep just out of Bethany’s sight with my hood up.
Advantage of a new area is people don’t notice the jacket or that I’m wearing my hood up. It takes Bethany a little bit but finally she realizes she’s being watched and starts to do the whole searching the crowd looking for who could be there. I duck out of the area when her phone goes off and she says Dad.
Someone’s getting the troops together to try to mount a search. I head off across the campus and nearly walk past Abigail and some of her friends talking. Abigail’s on her phone but as soon as she hangs it up I creep up behind her and snake my arms around her waist pulling her against me.
“Who the fuck,” Abigail jumps away from me spinning around to see her ‘attacker’,” Guy how did you get here, you’re Mom and my Dad are looking for you.’
“Really, I’ve only been gone for a couple hours, I wonder what they’ll do after a few days,” I ask myself out loud.
I can see her friends wondering who the hell I am and what planet I came from; as soon as Abigail goes to make a call on her phone I snatch it away from her.
“What are you doing, I need to call your Mom and tell her you’re okay,” Abigail tells me reaching for her phone.
“Or we don’t call her and I get to have some fun here at the school with you and your friends,” I tell her looking at her two friends.
Both are Latino, one guy and one girl, the guy is about 5’8” and thin build in a white button up shirt and slacks, well groomed black hair. The girl on the other hand is 5’6” and a little chubby but in all the right places, c cup breasts in a tank top and capri pants, black hair done in a pony tail.
“He sounds worse than my brother,” the girl says eyeing me up and down.
“Abigail you should get a teacher if he’s not supposed to be here,” the boy says nervously.
“Really, get a teacher? Three days before the end of the school year and a teacher this close to not having to do shit for three months is going to just jump at the chance to deal with a teenager who isn’t even a student on campus,” I tell the guy staring from my hood.
I can see them back down a little when the girls look past me to someone else, I turn enough of my head to see six Latino males about my age of varying sizes but it’s the one dressed like the skinny kid that gets my attention the most. He’s about 5’10” and well built, sporting a black goatee and ponytail, dressed in a white button up shirt that’s open with a white tank top underneath and plain khakis.
“Who the fuck is this coming to our school and speaking to our women,” one of the scrawny guys spits out referencing me.
“He’s with my family, visiting my step mom from out of town,” I hear Abigail speak up from behind me.
“Hey Carlos, let me welcome him to our school,” I hear the scrawny one say again.
“Brother don’t he’s just new around here,” I hear the Latino girl behind me plead.
“Carlos man this fucker is eyeballing you man, let me teach him about shit around here,” I see the scrawny one ask again.
I watch Carlos shake his head at the scrawny guy but the dumbass still moves in. I let him place his left hand on my right shoulder, I bring my right arm up throwing his hand off and taking the palm of my hand deliver a straight shot to his throat. I watch his eyes go wide as he starts to gasp for air before grabbing his throat and dropping to his knees. I watch the others start to move but Carlos waves them off.
“Oh shit, Hector are you alright homes,” one of the hanger ons asks.
“I’m sorry, Hector is unable to answer your question right now but if you leave a short message or stay on the line he’ll get back to you as soon as he remembers how to breath,” I say out loud for everyone to hear.
I can see the faces of Carlos’s crew, either shocked or mad except for Carlos himself who is smiling. I watch him wave two of the others to Hector who help him up and sit him down in the back before he walks up to me still smiling.
“I like this guy, he knows how and when to fuck shit up,” Carlos says to his sister and boys before extending his hand to me.
I think for a minute and shake his hand and let him see some of my face, I can see he’s been through shit and knows how to deal with it too. I watch him take his boys and sister off towards one parking lot when I hear a newly familiar voice from behind me.
“Guy, what the hell do you think you’re doing,” Mr. Delauter yells at me from behind.
I turn to see Bethany and a couple jocks staring along with Abigail and her guy friend. I turn away from Mr. Delauter and start to walk away when he grabs me by the shoulder and spins me around to face him.
“You’re coming back with me you disrespectful little shit,” he spits out as he pulls me towards his car.
I can see the girls are already embarrassed by the situation and I don’t want to make any more problems so I let him drag me to his Mercedes and shove me in. I don’t even put my seat belt on and as the girls get in the car I can see the other student’s staring hard.
The drive back to the house is fast and quiet. As soon as we pull in and park I’m out of the car and through the front door and up to the room I’m staying in. I pass Mark Jr. and Loretta completely by without a word but I can see she’s concerned about what happened.
“Stop right there Gi and sit your ass down in the den now,” I hear Mr. Delauter order.
“No, you wanna say something I’m right here,” I reply pulling my hood back.
“First off I’m tired of the disrespect you’ve shown everyone in this entire house, second you run off and leave your mother worried then show up at my daughter’s school to scare and embarrass them,” Mr. Delauter yells at me,” and I’m done with it.”
“Okay, I’ll go pack,” I say calmly and start to head up the stairs.
“No you’re grounded,” Mr. Delauter tells me in a matter-of-fact tone.
“Wow, are you done? No I really want to know if that’s all you have,” I ask,” I was grounded when you put me on a plane and flew me thousands of miles away from everything I’ve known and loved. Now you want me to be grateful to you for that, are you really a fucking moron…”
What happened next I can only guess at but as soon as moron came out of my mouth Mark Jr. decided I was done talking and punched me in the side of the head. After that it’s a blur of me getting hit multiple times, high pitch voices and some deeper ones yelling at each other rounded off by crying and me being carried off to a bathroom.
I am pulled out of my coat and shirt and feel hands checking my face. After some peroxide on a new cut above my eye and some cotton in my nose I can see it’s Loretta patching me up. She’s shaken up and can’t even look at me. I stop her from helping me and push my way out of the bathroom. I can hear people arguing in the den when I push the door open Mr. Delauter and Mark Jr. stop and stare at me. My ribs hurt and my face is on fire but I still manage to just stare Mark Jr. down for a minute.
“You got your free shot in, now I’m going to take my coat and go upstairs, you figure out what you want to tell people cause I just got assaulted in your home and under your care by your son,” I tell Mr. Delauter still staring a hole in Mark.
“Guy please sit down and we can come to an understanding,” Mr. Delauter asks calmly.
“Understand this, your son is going to go to jail for assaulting a minor, Loretta is going to lose her visitation rights and I get to head home after being gone for about one day,” I tell him finally breaking my gaze off of Mark Jr.
“Listen you fucking punk, you sit down like my Dad said or I’ll finish kicking the shit out of you and you’ll spend six weeks in a hospital bed,” Mark Jr. growls at me.
I turn my gaze back to Mark and smile then hold my arms out so he can take the first shot. I can see him hesitating so I turn my back and wait for a minute. Loretta is there with a horrified look on her face. I turn back to address them both.
“You’re a coward and a bully, you cheap shot me and think I’ll just bow down for you,” I tell them both,” One in a courtroom and the other in a fight. I’m done here, and I hope your Daddy is a really good lawyer when you get to court over this.”
Mark Jr. storms out of the den past me and after a moment I can hear a door slamming shut. Mr. Delauter on the other hand is still offering me a chair to sit in and talk. I step in the room and close the door after me keeping Loretta out and sit down.
“Thank you, I just want to try to talk this out between us so we can all move on from here,” he tells me leaning forward.
“I plan to move forward and out of here,” I reply coldly.
“Listen, you want to get mad about being dragged down here then take it up with your father,” Mr. Delauter starts in,” Your mother has had a bad time these past few years, she’s been through all the rehab and counseling that you can take before you need counseling for the counseling. Now when she asked me to help bring you down here last year I figured there would be problems but I thought that you and your father were rational people who could listen to reason.”
“Okay now you are insulting me,” I stop him,” and you’re insulting my Father, you might wanna make a point before get mad and do something you’ll regret.”
“All threats aside your father told the courts that your mother was an unfit whore who had no place being around children,” he starts back in again,” All she wants is for you to try to see that she’s a different person now and maybe find some Christian values and forgive her. That’s why I agreed to have you down here in my home, not so you could scare my daughters and badger my wife.”
I let him finish before getting up calmly and exiting the den. I can hear crying from another room and decide I need some a council session with my people, more importantly my girls. Once upstairs I fire up the ol’ chat program on my phone and get Korinna, Katy and Mathilda on. I run over the whole situation with them. After the girls discussing it amongst themselves and me barely getting a word in edgewise it’s
Katy who says I should give Loretta a real chance to patch things up. Kori and Mathilda are skeptical about it but decide to leave the decision with me before wishing me love and signing off.
I rest up for a few hours on the couch in my room when I get a light knocking at my door. I don’t respond but I don’t really have to when Bethany comes in the room and closes the door behind her. I can see she’s got on a different night shirt but any underwear she’s got in is being covered by tight black leggings.
“Are you going to send my brother to jail,” Bethany asks quietly.
“Why shouldn’t I, he blindsided me in your home. And don’t pull a ‘well you hit Hector’,” I reply,” He came at me from the front and got off with a light warning shot.”
“I don’t care about Hector. My brother is really defensive about his family and you pushed him by insulting my Father like that,” I can see Bethany getting upset.
“Hey since we’re all asking questions here’s one for you, do you like that you get whored out to the football players,” I ask her suddenly.
I watch Bethany’s eyes widen like I just hit the mother lode. I thought it was a far off shot with all the guys hanging around but I hit the bull’s eye right on by her reaction. She sits down on my bed and starts crying a little. I get up and stand her up off the bed giving her a hug. I can feel her crying against my chest for a few minutes until she breaks her embrace and moves me to sit back down.
“I know you’re not the asshole my brother thinks you are but you are so damn scary and hot and sensitive and you notice shit and you make Abigail smile and,” it’s about as far as Bethany gets as she shoves me back on the couch suddenly and jams her tongue in my mouth.
The next few seconds are a blur of hard kissing, groping and moaning. I pull back hard cause I can’t breathe through my nose with the cotton and glimpse Abigail watching through a crack in the door. I start to say something but she gives me the ‘stop now signal’ and casually walks in the room. Bethany sees her and hops off my lap and backs away from me a few seconds before Loretta walks in the room.
“I didn’t know you girls were in here,” Loretta says walking in.
“Beth and I were just trying to talk to Guy but we’ll get out of your way,” Abigail says leading Bethany out and closing the door behind her.
“What did they want to talk to you about,” Loretta asks sitting down with me on the couch.
“The sucker punching jackass downstairs and me leaving I guess, didn’t talk much,” I reply.
“I’m not too happy about that either but I really want to talk to you about what happened today,” Loretta starts,” I just needed to get end of the week paperwork done then we were going to hang out and you ran off on me. I know you thought I was dragging you there to show I’m different but it’s part of what I do down here, Friday’s are just busy.”
“Whatever you need to tell yourself to make it better,” I reply with a little more venom than intended.
“I know you’re not happy here, I just want a chance to see who you are now and let you know that I’m not the piece of shit you remember,” Loretta says starting to cry again.
“Okay, you want to know me, let’s go over my life this past year,” I tell her as I begin to relay the events of the past year, from Heather and Derek to the girls and everything in between.
We sit and talk for the first time in years, I let her tell me about how she went around the country for four years all sorts of fucked up after the divorce. She tells me about how she met Mr. Delauter and getting sober nearly killed her. I show her pictures of my girls back home and she marvels at the little ball of destruction her boy has become.
“Do you really want to leave tomorrow,” she finally asks me.
“I don’t know, I miss my girls and family, I got ripped from everything and deposited in someonelses life and told make nice,” I reply,” I’m not that nice.”
“Considering you got Abigail to sleep with you in one night I’d say there’s some nice in you,” Loretta tells me smiling.
“Wait you know that,” I reply a little surprised.
“I don’t drink anymore which makes me a light sleeper, add that to hearing you two grunting in your room last night and the math becomes pretty easy,” She explains.
We chuckle about it for a few minutes before she tells me that dinner will be ready in an hour. I check my clock and see it’s only six in the evening. I decide to head back downstairs to Mr. Delauter’s den and see he’s got Mark in there again, both of them stop talking when I enter.
“I’m going to make this short, I’m going to try to be nice to everyone here but I’m not bending over backwards and kissing your ass,” I start with Mr. Delauter then turn my attention to Mark Jr.,” I get why you hit me but if you ever do that again I promise I will come back for you, I won’t stop, I won’t show any mercy. Do we understand each other?”
“Does that mean you’re not calling the police,” Mark asks simply.
“No it just means you’re going to be a great politician,” I reply chuckling.
I hear Mr. Delauter explaining to his son what’s going on with the situation but I don’t care what is said. I head back up stairs and knock on Bethany’s door, she answers and I see Abigail in the room with her.
“Okay, so here’s how it is, I’m gonna stay and try to give Loretta her nice time but you two need to know something. In six weeks I’m out of here, I’m not your boyfriend and I’m not going to stay. Can we all agree to that,” I ask them.
“Okay but you need to relax,” Bethany says sitting me down on her bed.
Abigail gets up and locks the door, then leans me back on the bed while Bethany undoes my pants. With less experience than I gave her credit for earlier Bethany finally pulls my cock out of my pants and gently starts sucking on the head.
“I’m amazed you got him in you Abby,” Bethany says before shoving half my cock in her mouth.
“One earth shattering orgasm and I couldn’t wait to feel it again,” Abigail says pulling her shorts off.
I take Abigail by the waist and position her over my face; I can tell she’s confused up until I bury my tongue in her pussy. Bethany on the other hand is jacking the base of my cock and bobbing her head on the rest. Abigail is gasping at my tongue on her clit and inside her pussy and Bethany is moaning on my cock as it bobs in and out of her mouth.
The scene must look hot as hell as I try to picture it in my head. Abigail on my face looking all sorts of cumming, Bethany’s head working my whole cock now with no gagging just sucking. I start circling my tongue around Abigail’s hole when starts shaking and clamps her legs on either side of my head and just holds it there shaking for a minute before rolling off. Bethany starts working even faster; I look down to see her pretty brown eyes staring at me expectantly. I’m so done with her stare that I rock back in orgasm; Bethany holds my hips in place with her hands and takes my whole load in her mouth. I relax and listen to my own breathing for a few moments before putting my cock back in my pants and sitting up on the bed.
“Okay, I think you’re calmed down enough,” Bethany says smirking.
“For now, I’m still gonna get me some pussy tonight,” I tell both girls.
“Let’s see if you can do both in one night. We’ll come to your room then you have to fuck us both,” Abigail says getting a wide eyed stare from Bethany.
“We’ll see if that happens,” I reply smiling.
I duck out of the room and head back downstairs and into the kitchen to watch Loretta cook, apparently she’s going for spaghetti tonight. We make small talk about some of the kids she talks to at the shelters.
Once we all get seated at the table things get creepy and quiet until Mark Jr. says he’s going to be taking a trip with some college friends. I think it’s bullshit but I keep it to myself as the girls ask all the standard questions. Dinner passes more smoothly than the rest of the day has, I hear the women folk plotting something I’m probably not going to like in the kitchen as I head up stairs to my room.
I decide it’s time to relax and for the first time use the giant ass TV in my room. I get a music channel on and text the girls to let them know what’s going on now that I’ve decided to stay. It’s another mixed response from all the girls but they are all happy to know that I’m not staying beyond the six week court appointed time.
I relax on the bed going through the TV channels for a few hours till I get I light knock on my door, I watch as Bethany slips in wearing nothing but a pink pair of panties and matching bra. I put the remote to the side and strip down naked as she gets on the bed with me.
“Abigail is out, she fell asleep and when I came to get her wouldn’t wake up,” Bethany tells me sliding up my side and stroking my cock with her hand.
I roll Bethany onto my lap and she straightens up then reaches between her breasts and undoes her bra. I reach up and roll her breasts around in my hands and get I light moan from Bethany. I trail one hand down and slide it inside her panties and feel I light amount of hair as I find her slit with my finger and rub gently.
Bethany is moaning louder as I keep working her breast and pussy with my hands, I’m getting hard. I slow down my hands to bring Bethany back to her senses; she stands up on the bed giving me a great view of her with the light of the TV at her back. I watch her pull her panties off and turn around giving me a view of her ass as she lowers her body back down. I let her straddle my hips as I feel her pussy rubbing against my cock. I grip Bethany’s hips with my hands and moan as she grinds the full length of my shaft.
“Can you hold out so I can cum first,” Bethany asks taking my cock and lining it up with her pussy.
I squeeze her asscheek a little and watch her slowly push half my cock into her pussy. Bethany is almost as tight as Abigail was last night but it doesn’t take as much effort for her to get most of me inside. Bethany keeps herself upright while riding my cock with short hard thrusts; she’s not letting half my cock out of her pussy.
Bethany stops bouncing and starts grinding and I can feel her pussy better, her ass is nice and meaty from all those cheer kicks and I get myself a good grip on them. I watch Bethany’s head rock back as she moans out her orgasm; I’m feeling good but not close so I take her start fucking her fast and hard from beneath. If I thought she was cumming before my fucking during her orgasm is making it harder as I feel her start soaking my balls. Bethany falls forward and holds herself up leaning away and bouncing her ass on my cock and with me fucking her pussy like this I start to feel that tingle in the base of my cock. I grab Bethany’s hips and slam my cock up in her pussy shooting my load as deep as I can. We lay there grinding out the orgasm when Bethany finally collapses forward and my cock pops out of her pussy.
“That… was… great…,” Bethany gasps from the foot of the bed.
“Yes it was, no offense but I didn’t think you’d be so tight from all the action,” I tell her rolling off the bed and heading for a towel.
“Well a great blowjob can keep me from having bad sex,” Bethany says smirking.
We clean up and Bethany gets her lingerie on and pushes me back on the bed. I let her crawl up on me and see her smiling.
“Tomorrow after you work out come by my room and give me some wake up fucking,” Bethany says licking my lips before she leaves.
I shut the TV off and pull myself under the blankets on the bed, day one all done and I’m just waiting for a less eventful day two.
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The Wish (Chapter 2)

NOTE: As a guy with a foot fetish, my stories all will have certain elements of feet in them, but I will try to keep it as little as possible, for the sake of those who do not happen to like feet. I’m going to be getting more into the sex soon, most likely in Chapter 3 or 4. There are some sexual elements in this chapter, however. Chapter 2 is an intro into Mike’s new power. Thanks!

The Redhead in the Killer Kollar

In order to save the life of a very interesting, naked messenger who showed up on his doorstep, W is forced to hold a demonstration party for his new Orgasmatron Ultra.
This is a BDSM techo-nerd adventure/mystery. There is a non-consensual Master-Slave relationship, and consensual participation in the demonstration of the Orgasmatron Ultra which does what its name implies, takes women to orgasm multiple times.

A Fortunate Rescue 3 – Samantha’s Story

If you have read the first two episodes you will be familiar with the story of Daniel, his wife Catherine and their two new friends and lovers Peter and Samantha.  You will also remember the escape that they had from the thug loitering in the underground car park.   This episode is Samantha’s story of what happened next….

“RUNAWAY” Chapter 6 “Discipline”

Follow along as Holly, traveling by the name of Sammi Shepherd, hitchhikes across the country alone facing the dangers any attractive young lady might face and having daydreams and nightmares about the sexually depraved things Roger, her mom’s boyfriend, does to her, while she tries to establish a new identity and life for herself. You can find the other chapters as well as my other stories here: https://www.sexstories.com/profile269763/brokenwing

When In Rome – 03

Author’s NotesBack to Callia&Cassius – although no one gets pregnant in this chapter, there IS mention of it. So, fair warning if that’s not your thing.
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CHAPTER THREE:
Scene 01: Callia – Sex? No.
Scene 02: Cassius – Sex? Yes.
Scene 03: Callia – Sex? Yes.
_____________________________CALLIA
It was her third, and probably final, bath of the day.
Callia could finally relax. Her day was supposed to be over, and it had been a good day. Every inch of her body had been used, and physically, she was exhausted. But her mind would not stop.
She’d slept in a bed. That had never happened before, at least not in the part of her life that she could remember. She’d woken up with Cassius wrapped tightly around her body. He was kissing her neck while he slept. He confused her beyond her wildest imaginings. Sometimes he did things that were so strange to her, so foreign that she couldn’t wrap her head around it.
First, his kisses. No man had ever kissed her before, but that didn’t confuse her that much. Men liked to have their mouths on her body, and they liked for her to have her mouth on their bodies. So it made logical sense that he could be aroused by their mouths touching. After all, Cassius was aroused by strange things. She accepted that as part of who he was.
Second, the fact that he would be angry about other men touching her. That’s what whores were for after all, but it made sense to some part of her that if men had to get his permission that meant he owned her. Men liked to own beautiful things. Everyone told her she was beautiful. Thus, it made sense that he wanted to own her.
Third on the list of “Confusing Things About Cassius” that she was composing in her head was that he’d wanted her to sleep in his bed. This is where things started to hurt her head. She understood that he’d wanted to use her body when he arrived home, but he could have chained her to his bedpost. He could have told her to sleep on the floor like she was supposed to. It had occurred to her that maybe he had wanted someone to catch her disobeying her father’s rules so that she would be punished, but Cassius wouldn’t have been home to watch her be punished, so what would he gain from that?
Fourth. He hadn’t used her when he came home. He hadn’t even woken her. He must have picked her up and put her in his bed, because she was positive she’d fallen asleep on the floor. She woke up in his bad with his arms around her, and he wasn’t inside her. He hadn’t been inside her – she would have felt it. She would have still felt it in the morning. This is what was really prying at her mind. It seemed strange to her. She couldn’t imagine that being huddled over someone else’s body could have been a comfortable way for him to sleep, or why he would want to share that exquisitely soft bed with anyone. He could have stretched out with all of the warm blankets all to himself, but instead he was rolled half on top of her.
That’s when she realized that she must have done something wrong. She must have moved in her sleep, gotten in his way. Maybe he had placed her somewhere else and she’d moved, and then she interrupted his sleep.. Except he hadn’t been angry in the morning. At least, not at her. He’d been preoccupied, but he’d kept her in bed and fed her from his own plate before sending her to Father.
She sank down under the water as she realized she was wasting her time. Trying to understand her oldest brother was an exercise in futility. The other four were easy to understand. So was father. She knew exactly what it was they wanted from her, and she’d been trained on how to give it to them. She also knew that her life meant nothing to them. Atticus liked to tease her about it while he fucked her, remind her that any day could be the day that one of them killed her. That no one would miss her. When she was younger, that used to make her cry. He’d enjoyed that. But now she was old enough to accept it as a fact of life.
/Do you think I’d let that happen?/
Would Cassius miss her when she was gone? Whenever she remembered his words from that day, her belly did something funny. It felt like, birds and butterflies dancing inside her. It made her smile. She didn’t have a name for that feeling.
Fear was when you thought someone might kill you, or hurt you worse than you could handle. Happiness was the feeling of having a cock inside you. Sadness was when the other slaves in the cells cried themselves to sleep. Pain was when you were being beaten. Sympathy was when you saw someone else hurt or cry.
Those were the only emotions she knew.
She didn’t have a name for what thinking of Cassius made her feel. And there was no one she could ask.
She stood to ask someone to dry her body, but before she could ring the bell, the door swung open. Galla, the old woman in charge of cleaning and prepping the whores for clients looked grim faced.
“Sweetheart.” She paused, and Callia was puzzled at the sympathy apparent in her eyes. “I’m sorry. Cassius has asked for you again. Come.”
The birds and butterflies in her stomach dive bombed, and she turned away from Galla to hide her smile.
Whatever this feeling was, she enjoyed it.
*CASSIUS
“Don’t bother chaining her,” Cassius instructed as he slipped back into his bath. “I don’t want to have to get up again.”
The tub had already had to be rinsed free of blood once. It wasn’t his blood. It had just been that kind of night.
Callia was clean and naked. When her hair was dry it was closer to blonde, but now it was dripping wet and looked far redder in the firelight. It felt down nearly to her tiny little waist, just where he liked to hold when he was fucking her from behind. He could see that she was cold, her slight little body trembled as she knelt by his bed. Her pink nipples were hard and pebbled. She kept her eyes on the floor like a good little girl.
His cock was throbbing, painfully hard under the hot water as he studied her, took inventory of the damage he’d done to her perfect skin. His little sister was far too beautiful to be at the mercy of his cruel hands. He was supposed to look after her. Protect her. He was her fucking brother. Instead he violated her, abused her, fucked her in a way that he knew was a aberration. But when she smiled at him, looked up at him with those big fucking blue-green eyes so full of trust when he spilled inside her.. Being with her felt like the only clean, pure thing he’d ever done.
She was fourteen years younger than he was; though she was old enough (by law) to marry, most good families would keep a girl her age home for a few more years before sending her off to her husband. At least until they were certain she could safely bear a child. The thought crossed his mind, unbidden, and he could feel the jolt of heat in his cock – just from the mere thought of her little tits swelling, her belly growing round with his son. It was something he’d never dreamed of. Something he never knew he wanted.
Something he knew he couldn’t have.
“Come, Callia. Sit by me.”
She kept her eyes lowered as she did, perched on the side of the tub, close enough for him to touch her. He stroked her thigh lazily and she stared into the water. He wondered what she thought when she was quiet, how her mind worked when she waited for him to speak.
“Are you hurt?” She whispered. Her voice was so low he almost didn’t hear her. She shivered as his fingers trailed the inside of his thigh, and he closed his eyes at the her soft little gasp as his fingers brushed her pretty little cunt.
“No, Callie.” He kissed to outside of her thigh. “It wasn’t my blood.”
Her shoulders relaxed. “Good.”
“Would it bother you if I was hurt?” He rested his face against her hip, chin on her thigh as he traced light circles on her slit with his finger tips. He could smell her skin, her soap, the lotions his slaves had rubbed on her body. He could smell her sweet little cunt.. His face was so close. Close enough to reach out his tongue and taste her, if that was something he desired. It was something he’d never done. Something he thought submissive. Distasteful. But more than once he’d found himself alone in his bed, fist around the length of his cock imagining what his sister’s cunt would taste like as she came.
“It would bother me very much.” Her voice was thick, and when he looked up at her, her eyes were wet and she was biting her lip. Confusion was apparent on her face, though he had no idea what part of that exchange had confused her. But then, Callia was almost as strange as he was.
She was quiet tonight. Well, she was always quiet. Tonight she was quieter than usual. She stared at him as she bathed him and washed his hair. Her hands slid gracefully over his entire body.. Everywhere except his cock. When she reached for it, he slapped her hand away.
“Not yet.”
When he was done and dried, he pointed to his bed. “Bend over the foot board, Callia.”
She ducked her head and obeyed, positioning her body so that her legs were spread just enough that he could see her tiny, pink cunt. She stood on his tiptoes, her ass presented perfectly. She looked.. Perfect. But not for what he had in mind.
“Feet flat on the floor. Grip the rail so you don’t fall.”
When he had her like her wanted her, tense, unsure, afraid.. He stroked her ass. Softly. He wanted her off guard. When she finally relaxed against his hand and moaned softly at the gentle touch, it was time.
He didn’t hesitate. He heard the sharp crack of flesh against flesh before he felt the hot, stinging pain in his hand. She cried out, in pain as much as surprise, as she sagged against the bed. She whimpered, and his cock jerked when the whimper was followed by a sniffle. He didn’t give her time to catch her breath. The next slap was harder; it just barely overlapped the last. His stomach tightened as he studied her ass, so perfectly round and tight. Her smooth, soft skin was still marred from the bruises he’d left with his cane, and now the left side of her ass was beautifully, painfully red from his hands.
He hit her again. And again. And again. Each time watching the red area get larger. He lost himself in his aching palm, it would probably be bruised tomorrow. He was hitting her too hard, and he knew it but.. Her cries stoked him higher, and when he crouched beside her to see the tears on her cheeks and the pain in her eyes, the part of the world he tried to anchor himself in started to slip away. He was losing his head.
He struck her again. He couldn’t stop. Every single inch of her round little ass was swollen and red. So were her thighs, her hips. In places the red was tinged with purple. He struck her again. This time his hand hit his baby sister’s sweet little cunt and the last modicum of control he’d managed to hold on to fell away when his palm came away wet. He shoved two fingers deep inside her pussy, his eyes open but unseeing when he realized that she was soaked. So fucking wet, for him, after everything he’d done to her. He gripped her waist in his hands, pulled her ass against his hips. He didn’t fuck her. He just pressed himself against her, hearing her breathless cries as his body ground against the raw, swollen welts on her ass.
He could feel the heat pouring off her skin, and he was losing it. He couldn’t see her, didn’t know what he-
“Cal. I need.. Oh Gods, I need to hurt you Callie. You need to go.” His words were frantic against her throat. He knew this feeling, this sick, uncontrollable lust to hurt, to break, to destroy. “When I let go of you, little sister, you run.”
He let go.
And she was gone.
He heard the click of the door, but the way his head was pounding it sounded so quiet.
When he opened his eyes, he realized that it hadn’t been the door at all. It had been his trunk. Callia was on her hands and knees, crawling back toward him. Caught between her lips was his whip. She raised up on her knees in front of him, offering him his favorite toy.. The one he knew she hated the most. Something inside him broke when he looked into her eyes. Pain and fear.. But trust shined through both – along with another emotion he refused to even let himself name in his dreams.
And it was over. The hazy cloud of killing rage, of blood lust, didn’t leave. It never did. But she, Callia, had pushed it back down to manageable. He wrapped his fingers around the handle of the whip and studied it as Cal released it from her teeth. He looked down at her, his Callia.. His girl.
He tossed it across the room behind him.
And then his arms were under hers and she was in the air, and in one more second she was spread out on his bed.
He took her feet in his hands, spreading her legs wider before he laid on top of her body. His mouth hit hers and he could taste the salt on her lips from her tears. He kissed her mouth, her sweet little button of a nose and then her neck. He bit at her collarbone until he felt her hips rock up to meet him.
Then he moved lower. He tasted every inch of his little sister’s body, her tight little nipples, the bottoms of her breasts. He trailed his tongue along the curve of her waist and dragged his teeth along her hipbones. His fingers slid between the lips of her little cunt and found her burning hot and soaking wet. He would taste her tonight. He would hold her little hips against him as he made her cum against his mouth.
He worked his fingers deeper into her hole, looking up past her breasts to see her watching him. She looked unnerved, completely unsure of how to respond and he fucking loved it. He kept his eyes locked on hers as he brought his fingers to his lips.
Her lips parted, and then her mouth dropped open as she watched him slowly lick her juices off his fingers. Her hips rocked off the bed, up towards him, but his eyes closed as his lips wrapped around the tip of his finger.
He jerked her legs open, as wide as he could get them, and stared down at her wet little pussy. He kissed the insides of her thighs, his cock pounding at the giggle she sounded when his cheek grazed her thigh.
“Tickles.” She whimpered and he smiled at her. His cheek was rough, he hadn’t shaved. He rubbed his face against her thigh just to feel her body tremble under his. He kissed her round, tiny little clit. It was wet against his lips and he licked them before he trailed his tongue up her slit. He could feel his own hands shaking against her thighs, and he pressed his thumb against her hole as his lips circled her little button. Her hips arched up to meet his face and he let them, savoring the taste of her teenage cunt against his mouth.
She writhed against him, but he held her in place. Pulled her legs over his shoulders and laced his fingers together over her belly, pinning her against the bad and against his mouth as his tongue worked inside her hot little cunt. She grinded against him, the same way she did when he was fucking her and when he heard that strangled cry – the one he’d come to crave, he knew.
He did not taste her gently. He sucked and he bit, slapped the hell out of her sensitive little clit while he fucked her with his tongue. He kissed her tiny little nub with more force than he had ever kissed her mouth while he forced his fingers in her wet, willing hole. And when he heard that cry.. he felt and he tasted his little sister cum, screaming, with his teeth on her clit and his tongue in her cunt. It was better than he’d ever imagined. His cock throbbed painfully, heavy and aching between her legs, and he didn’t -couldn’t- give her the second she needed to recover.
He was deep inside her in one hard, forceful stoke and he couldn’t stop. He gripped her shoulders, pulling her down to meet him as he drove inside her. He could barely see the blue of her eyes. She was begging like she knew how to speak only four words.
“Please fuck me, Cassius.” Over and over, louder. Crying for him, screaming for him as his body pounded hers. He ached for her. Her fingers nails dug into his back and he hoped that he would have marks on his body like she had on hers, reminders of this night. This night, he had almost lost control. He still felt like he was losing control.
And then his teeth were against her ear, and he hated the words threatening to spill from his lips. “Callie, I-“Don’t. Shut your fucking mouth. He wanted.. Her.
He gritted his teeth as he pulled away, leaving her sprawled on the mattress, her red-blonde hair wild around her face, her eyes half closed but focused only on him.
“My… m-my mouth, Cassius. Cum in my mouth.”
He shook his head as he watched his cock pounding inside her raw, pink little pussy. “No.”
No, tonight he would spill inside his sister’s cunt. Never mind the fact that he knew nothing could come from it. The tea his father gave the whores every morning would prevent conception. But tonight he would cum inside her imagining a day when she was free and he was too. He hadn’t realized it yet, but sometime tonight between the men he’d killed and the sister he loved he’d made a decision. She would not die here. And neither would he. Someday.. They would leave this place. Together.
He wrapped his hand around her throat, but softly, and sank on top of her body with his cock still inside her.
His words were quiet and soft against her ear, his balls heavy against her ass. “Would you give me a son, Callia?”
She froze underneath him and stared up at him with wild eyes. “You know – Father gives us -”
His cock jerked inside her. He was so fucking close. “No. I know. Not tonight.”
He kissed the side of her cheek as he barely whispered words that would have them both killed. “If I could get us out of here.. Would you go with me? Would you leave this place with me, me mine? Love me, Callia, bear my children? Would you have me?”
He felt her answer in her body, saw it in her eyes before she even spoke. She pushed her hips against his and her lips brushed his so gently he might have missed it if he weren’t so focused. He saw something flash in her eyes, a determined awareness. Enlightenment.
There was fire in her gaze when she nodded. “Yes.”
A tension he hadn’t known was there lifted and he dug his fingers into her little hips and felt her body tremble with his next stroke. She would cum for him again, this time as he filled her body with his seed.
*CALLIA
It had never felt like this.
She felt like every single part of her body was on fire as he filled her. Every nerve felt raw, and there were tears building in her eyes as she got ready to cum again. The first time had been against his mouth, with his tongue inside her, something no one had done to her since she was a child. Cassius had done it better. And now his cock filled her, rough strokes that ripped her body apart, but made her feel so fucking alive.
His lips covered hers and caught her scream as her body exploded around him. So intense, so intense that she felt herself crying against his cheek. He licked away her tears as his cum spilled inside her cunt. She felt it, felt him jerk inside her. She knew the sound he made, and the way his body tensed and she found herself shivering around him, thinking about the day when he would be hers as much as she was his.
He collapsed on top of her, and she tried to move out from underneath him so he could lay comfortably. His arms snaked around her and pulled her back against his chest. One of his hands snaked down to her still shaking, overly sensitive cunt. He slapped her pussy hard as he kissed her neck, her shoulders, her face.
“I wish you could sleep here.”
She tensed. She should ask what she’d done wrong last time. So she’d never do it again.
“C-” She whimpered against his ongoing assault of her clit. “Cassius?”
“Hmm?” He sounded sleepy, she grinned. A silly grin that she couldn’t exactly explain. She turned to face him, and just stared, smiling as she traced her finger down the bridge of his nose. She shouldn’t have done it. He should have slapped her hand away. But he didn’t. He just watched her through tired eyes. He looked.. Relaxed. It made the butterflies in her belly do funny things.
“When I slept in here, I didn’t mean to crowd you. I didn’t even know I moved.”
He frowned. “You didn’t move, Callie. You slept like a little rock.”
“But..” She scrunched her nose. “You slept on top of me. I thought..”
“When I left, I intended to come home and fuck you until you couldn’t stand up. But it was a long night. When I got home.. I just wanted to touch you while I slept.” He sat up and pulled her close to him, his face so, so serious. “Listen to me Callie.”
She tensed, trepidation building as she watched him.
“Nothing we said tonight can leave this room. You act like everything is normal. You be a good girl, like always.” His fingers brushed over her breasts and he leaned down to suck her nipple into his mouth. When he pulled away he took her face in her hands. “When they want your cunt, you give it to them. You fuck them, you take whatever cock is stuck in your face. You’re the perfect little whore Cal. Do whatever they tell you to do. And I will find a way to get us out of here.”
She nodded, trembling as he pressed his lips to her belly.. She felt her cunt tighten when she replayed his words in her head. Someday, her flat little belly with would be full and swollen with his child. Her tits would be tight and round and he would still fuck her, still fill her cunt with his cock, and everyone who knew them.. Everyone who saw them would know that it was his baby she was carrying. Perhaps they wouldn’t know she was his sister… but that didn’t matter. Not her.
Someday.

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