1 comments/ 13423 views/ 4 favorites The Coin.. By: MissClearmont An adult drama in three parts in which women of strong temperament and passions play a vital part. Act I Reign Of Irene, Empress Of The Byzantine Empire. Byzantium Late 797 AD. The island of Principo, Convent of St. George. Act II Reign Of Catherine The Great Of The Russian Empire The Russian Empire Summer 1750 AD. The palace of the Kremlin. Moscow. Act III In The Midst Of The Russian Revolution. Revolutionary Russia Autumn 1919 AD. Lubyanka Prison, Lubyanka Square in Moscow. Copyright © Miss Irene Clearmont. Act I Byzantium Late 797 AD the island of Principo, Convent of St. George. Part I -------- The cell was cold and nearly unfurnished. A simple wooden bed was pushed up against the rough stone wall of the cell, its thin blankets ruffled and disordered by the young man that sat there in total despair. Dressed in a simple white robe and with fetters on his ankles he passed a single gold coin from hand to hand in agitated apprehension. There is no betrayal of greater depth than the duplicity of a mother! In his hands was that single gold coin, a reminder of his status and of the depth of his fall from God's grace. One side carried the face of his mother, the Empress Irene, with the orb of the Imperator in her hands. The other side, the side that he was staring at, was his own face, bland and beardless, a second rank to the mother that held him in thrall. Emperor Constantine the Sixth. Imperator and arbiter of the mother church in Constantinople, holder of more titles than he could count on his fingers. Sitting alone in a cell. Awaiting his evil mother's judgement. Bronze chains were between his legs and he was wearing the flax robe of a simple priest. The two sides of the coin that he flipped in his shaking hand, the last of that treasury full of gold and silver, the last dregs of his affluence and power. Soon she would come, that treacherous mother of his. Her verdict would be his doom, her revenge would be his demise. He knew in his heart that she would blind him, that was a certainty. He would be left to suffer and expire, leaving her as the Empress of the Byzantine Empire. Constantine moved his legs to the chinking of the chains and waited as the sun rose and cast its light through the bars of the window. Outside the distant voices of the nuns drifted in, the everyday noise of work being done and tasks being completed. Time drifted and he forgot that he was hungry and cold, he just remembered the bitter taste of his betrayal. He remembered that he had cast the wife that Irene had chosen, Maria of Amnia, into this very convent. He supposed that the woman that he had subsequently chosen, Theodote, was probably also languishing in a cell awaiting the Empress Irene's judgement. The chatter in the real world, the gardens outside his cell, ceased and died away leaving just the sawing sound of a cricket and the occasional chirp of a bird. A sense of imminence filled Constantine's small world, a feeling that decision would soon come and grind his false hopes and aspirations to dust. The sound of footsteps sounded in the corridor outside. Hushed voices, women's voices. That was the fact that irked him the most. That women ruled his life! That his mother chose his circle of friends. She had chosen his wife from amongst a select group that she had decided would offer their chastity as their wedding gift. And the result? Maria of Amnia! A woman who was not in the least Constantine's idea of attractive womanhood. A lower logothete's daughter from Paphlagonia of all places! A peasant from the farm! She was plump in the wrong places, a female vessel of chastity in everyday clothes! A woman that his mother knew that he could never desire and who would never bear his heir and son. Worst of all a woman who, like his mother, wished to rule over the Emperor. Her tongue was a whip that chastised him from the first day. Disappointed in his lack of attention she had made his life a misery until he had discovered Theodote, the love of his life. The footsteps in the corridor stopped. Hushed voices and the rattle of bronze keys. After the loveless, indeed hate filled, marriage had come the impotent attempts to rid himself of this gynocracy. Thrashing like a fish on the deck of a boat, he had plotted and subverted to no avail. His mother had trapped him in an unending succession of futile political actions and ceremonial and it had ended here in this cell. 'What better or more ironic place to confine me than an abbey?' he thought to himself. 'Just another part of the world that is ruled by women!' The key turned in the lock and time seemed to stand still for the unseated Emperor of the Roman Empire in the East. Every chirp of the birds was stilled, there was silence as the door opened to reveal the three women that would now be in absolute charge of his life. Empress Irene. Resplendent in robes of woven gold, carrying the orb of the Empire in one hand and a whip in the other. A smile on her whitened face as she followed the woman that she had chosen for his wife. Maria of Amnia. A woman filled with hate and resentment. The woman who had been chosen as the bride of the Emperor, but had been rejected by him as unsuitable. Her corpulent figure filled the door as she entered. Wearing the light brown robes of the convent she swept into the cell with the hauteur of the righteous. Finally, Vergina, the abbess of the convent. Tall, slim and young. It was no accident that she and Irene were such close confederates. She ruled her convent with a rod of iron and fear. Iron and flesh. Iron and pain. It was well known in the capital that no word of misdemeanour ever came from the Convent of St. George on the Prince's Islands. For Vergine ran a convent that could be likened to a prison. A place where husbands could find placement for their unwilling wives. Where pregnancies disappeared as did the women who carried them and where unwilling concubines emerged as mannered slaves. This was the place where the nuns spent less time in devotions to God than they did tormenting their fallen betters. There was no better match for the unscrupulous Irene than this crow, who feasted on the sour leavings of family and love, lust and sex. With a thin smile and a stern mien she doled out punishments that became a personal pleasure for her. The ruthless woman who had become prosperous at the oppression of others. With these three malevolent female harpies arrived a man pulling a small brazier in which the irons were already glowing with white heat. Irons for the delectation of an unspeakable mother and a vengeful wife. Blushing pink and white hot for the use of the Abbess of the Convent of St. George. Part II -------- His hand clenched the coin, bending the soft gold slightly, concealing it from the three women who were about to achieve their goals by blinding their Emperor. Still, by law and by God he ruled the Empire. A power stretching from Istria and Sardinia to the borders of the Caliphate by the Euphrates. A man who had nothing remaining of all that power, but the coin in his left hand as they prepared to reduce his world to one of touch and sound. The executioner worked the little bellows under his forge of pain until the iron rods glowed a fierce yellow-white. Small flakes of black crusted the glow as the charcoal burned with a quiet fury and a slight sighing sound as if it regretted the task in hand. "Kneel," said Irene in a commanding tone. Her robes parted for a moment to allow her son to see her naked form. At forty five her body still had that magic spice that had enchanted Leo, the previous Emperor. Smooth skin, a dark bush of clipped pubic hair and alabaster thighs that were glimpsed, but for a second, as she closed the robe and flashed a triumphant smile at Maria, the wife who followed her like a slave. "Please..." sobbed Constantine. He was overwhelmed by the power of these women who had ruled his life and now required it as a gift to open the locks of Empire. "That slut, Theodote, the woman you would replace us with, is already serving as a tavern whore!" said Maria with a smile. "Now you will be no better, husband! A whore slave to Vergina and myself as you contemplate the low estate to which you have sunk. Your very mother has decided that it will be so!" Constantine shuffled on his knees and put his hands together as if praying to his mother and her evil consorts. The chains made the only sound, apart from the rustle of the stiff golden robes that concealed Irene's nudity. Irene nodded at Vergine who took a place behind the abject Constantine. She buried her strong hands in his thick hair and gripped his head as the executioner pulled a single glowing iron from the hot charcoal. Now that the moment was at hand, the moment that signified her ascension to the throne of Byzantium, Irene shivered with hunger. A hunger for authority and manipulation that was almost like lust in her loins. It took her with its force, the outward sign a shiver, the inward flutter of a climax was hidden in the shadowy folds of her mind. This was real power! The glowing tip of the metal rod moved forward. Close to the eyes of the victim. The heat, not the metal, brushed the eyes briefly to allow Constantine one last flash of his mothers naked body peeping from within its coverlet of gold and embroidery. His first sight as a newborn, his last as an adult, her naked form. Vergine allowed her fingers to slip from the mop of hair that would soon be a monk's tonsure. Her laugh rang clear in the stillness of the moment. A call of triumph and conquest. Now she was to have the Emperor as her slave, the highest was to become the lowest, in the entire Empire. Irene watched impassively as her son began to sob. There was no remorse, no penitence for what she had done. Empress Irene had done what she had to, the safety of the Empire and her own virtuous comfortable status were too important to lose because her son wished to marry the woman whom the Empress had not chosen! How dare he? The reign of the Emperor Constantine the Sixth was now over! The reign of Emperor Irene had now begun. The old ruler would be consigned to his vengeful former wife, and the new would rule from the throne in Constantinople, just across the azure waters of the Sea of Marmara. Now, at last, Emperor Irene could concentrate on the Arabs and their Caliph, Harun al-Rashid. She could sort out the disagreements with the church and iconoclasts. Best of all, she could return to the Porphyra Palace where her lovers waited and relax in the clasp of their strong arms and attentive, servile lips. The worthless son cried on the floor like a newborn as the mother swept out of the Convent trailing gold robes and silk train as well as a hurrying group of attendants who had to run to keep up with the new ruler of their world. Part III --------- Maria of Amnia sat on the side of the bed by her former husband. The blinding had so excited her that her thighs and legs shook from the reaction. The blind man who had humiliated her and married a mere household servant out of love. Love! Who could believe that a member of the lower orders could experience such an exalted emotion? The poets sang of love, it was for the owners, the users, the rich and the titled to experience that lofty sentiment. Theodote, the servant made wife was already disposed of in the Blachernae Gate brothel where she would serve the barbarian soldiers with her body. Now she, Maria, would snuff out that 'love' from the former Emperor's mind. She, who should have been the Empress. How dare he snatch that glory and power from her to marry some prostitute that he chose for himself? She would rape and punish him until in the darkness of his blindness he would acknowledge her as the arbiter of all his emotions. To that end she had the help of her friend and confidant, Vergine. The woman who had organised her convent as a place where women, and occasionally men, were sent to be broken down, humiliated and disposed of, for standing in the way of an aristocrat's enjoyment of life. Her heart swelled with excitement as she watched Vergine, the Abbess of Pain, stripping her silk robe and allowing it to fall to the ground. It would not do for the robe to be splashed with the blood of their royal victim! In her hand was a hazel rod, flexible but hard and sharp, that would take Constantine to a place where pain and subservience was the only mistress. When he was mewling with pain he would learn that his wife regretted their lack of congress over the last two years and wished to renew the liaison with him as the slave and her as the master. As the rod tore the first strip from his flesh, his hand convulsed and the coin rolled across the floor to draw a circle at Maria's feet. She looked down at the portrait of Irene, Empress of Rome, and thought to see the twitch of a smile on those stern lips. A thin smile that matched her own emotion of achievement. Her red shod toe kicked the coin out of sight. The victory might have been expedited by Irene, but the pleasure of revenge was only for Maria. Part IV -------- The months rolled by in the outside world as the Empress Irene struggled with the matters of state that required her attention. She never asked about her errant son, she knew that he was no threat anymore and that Maria would be extracting her vengeance in small but painful measures, day by day. In the closed world of the Convent there was a brief disturbance, like a pebble thrown into a pond. But, the ripples died and the new slave became a part of the scenery. At first he was used exclusively by Maria. She enjoyed the whippings arranged by Vergine, the Abbess of nightmare. She found that the surest way of coming to a climax was to witness her special friend using all her skill to destroy her victim. Just a touch of her own hand to her cunt and she orgasmed, as the whippings with strappados made her blind victim suffer the tortures of hell. But, then she left her victim alone with that ill named sister of God! Vergine too was addicted to suffering and torment, but she needed more than a hand that rubbed her to a climax. She needed to take her victim to a new place. The place between pleasure and pain, the unknown territory where all passion, love, hate and raw feeling merges to become a single emotion. The feeling of gratification fused with raw fear. She rode her Emperor. Vergine pushed his erection into her narrow cunt and climaxed as he struggled to both satisfy and escape the attentions of her tortures. He struggled and bucked with the pain as she rode him to her exclusive heaven and back again. In the darkness of his world and the narrow constraints of his experience, these sessions came to be the only contact that Constantine had with the real world apart from the hours of gloating that his former wife treated him to every day. The pain became a tonic and the sex became a release. Until at last the two women tired of him. The torment became stale and the anguish became routine. Part V -------- Vergine found a new victim in the beautiful daughter of a 'twice consul' who had refused to marry the Isaurian Lord that she had been sold to. She was so very delicate, with her flaxen hair, pale soft skin and slim body. Here was meat for the Abbess, a victim that was still sensitive to every malicious violation, a victim who would sob all night as the mistress of the convent abused her silken body. And Maria? She tired of her victim's lack of sensibility. No longer did he react when he was whipped. No longer were the taunts effective and no longer did he show signs of struggle. Constantine, former Emperor of the world's greatest empire was now a rag doll that his former wife could use to amuse herself with. But, a rag doll is inert. So he drew water from the well. He pushed the yoke that milled the corn. Constantine became the drudge by day that was used by all the nuns at night. They had their overweening desires and presumptuous needs. Sordidly and squalidly enacted on his flesh with whips and cunts. Not all of them, strictly Christian practices! The rag doll of the corpulent Maria became the night time slut of the Convent. He was fucked and used by those nuns and passed from one cot to the next like a toy. Pierced by the wooden simulacrum that the nuns often used for their own pleasures, he knew a new kind of rape. It was not often that they had a male victim, so they made him serve them in ways that only women steeped in wickedness and then chosen for service by a demoness like Vergine could envision. Until at last he faded. Fucked in the broad bed of the Abbess. The Emperor, Constantine the sixth, expired and breathed his last. There was a hand on his mouth and his thrusting prick in Vergine's cunt, as she ensured that he drew only just enough breath to climax. And no more. Act II The Russian Empire Late 1750 AD The palace of the Kremlin. Part I -------- The rustle of silk over the marble floors signaled the entry of the Queen and her ladies in waiting. Courtiers stood to the right and left as the small group slowly swept up the throne room until at last the Queen herself stood facing her throne. It was a magisterial progress, a moment for all to hold their breath and hope that they were not to be singled out for her very special attention in the next hour. For a moment she seemed to ponder the empty seat as if almost reflecting as to whether or not she should take her rightful place on the broad throne. This was a moment that she always enjoyed. The moment when she took her place, about to dispense justice to all the malefactors and miscreants that would be presented to her. This was the moment when she would administrate her vast Empire and meet the supplicants from neighboring states and accept their pleas and supplications. Catherine the Great, Queen, no! She was Empress of Muscovy and Mother Russia. Protector of the Orthodox Religion and mistress of all she surveyed. She was the arbiter of lives and status in all of her wide domain. What she decided brooked no rebuke. What she laid as law was final and irrevocable. Catherine the Insatiable, the woman who assuaged her lust for power over all men with a slight movement of a hand and a comment that could raise a favorite high in imperial favor or send them to the cells. Those places of punishment that filled the cellars under her fortress in Moscow with the sighs of the lost and the groans of anguish as they paid for slights real and imagined. Her hand strayed to the small pocket in her wide spreading dress and robes and touched the small gold coin that was her talisman, her amulet of destiny. A coin that bore the portrait of her predecessor in Imperial power, the Empress Irene of Byzantium. Her predecessor, because the rights and privileges had passed from the Emperors of the second Rome to the Romanov's of the third Roman Empire. A single touch of that cold gold awoke in Catherine the craving that she bore. The hunger to expose her supremacy and extend her jurisdiction. Coin between her fingers, concealed amongst the pearls and silk, she turned to face her captive audience. The fear was on their faces, the terror that they would be chosen by their Empress to serve, be punished or be destroyed at her whim. There were the old Boyars, the estated lords and their slatternly wives and mistresses. They held the power of life and death over their bonded peasants like she exercised it over them. The last of their class, they knew that she sought to bring them under her whip hand. The Coin.. Only a subtle balance of power protected them from her wrath. There were the new lords, the marionettes that she had created, whose whole focus was on interpreting her every move and word. They lived to please her and maintain their position in the ever anxious court. They were her creation. Her slaves who maintained their estate by careful maneuvering and courtly intrigue. They all bowed as she sat sedately on her throne, genuflected and looked down as her gaze roved the hall. She owned them all, she was goddess on earth and arbitrary demoness, the woman who made men flinch, die in agony and fill her capacious bed for nights of erotic nightmare. A small movement of the hand. Flanked by her maids of honor, her sluts in silk and pearls, she allowed the audience to begin. First the emissaries of the Kahzars. Dressed in fur and red linen they were the outliers to the south of her domain. Known now as the Kozzaki, Cossacks of the plains. They approached the throne bearing the gifts of their lands, salt and bread, earth of supplication. All three of them were proud and tall, but they bowed at every step as they came forward to lay the gifts at her jeweled feet. Catherine made a small, almost impatient gesture and pouted her lips. The habitants of her court could read her mood like they could feel the water when it rained or sense the chill of approaching winter in the late summer. Catherine was dissatisfied. Already they knew that her last lover, the Margrave of Novgorod had displeased her last night. The rumor had already made the rounds of the court that he had cried out once too often under the jeweled whip that she ruled her bed with. Now Ivan Illich Vassily lay in the cells under her rooms with the knowledge that his privileges were at an end. All his power and hopes were now confined to the cell where he was given time to realize how he had failed to quench the insatiable desires of his Empress. The audience continued. Justice was dispensed. Boyar Krillich was rewarded with estates in Poland whilst three rebellious Nobles from the south were consigned to hard labor in Ekaterinaburg. After an hour of displaying her Majesty for all the attendants of her court, Catherine signaled that the audience was at an end. Concealed behind her white makeup she did not betray the sudden feeling of lust that was sweeping over her body like a red tide. Her hand strayed again to that coin. Her body was trembling with suppressed hunger for satiation. Not the satiation of power that she had, with a flick of the hand, condemned seven to the attentions of her executioners. Nor was it the giving of estates and gifts to her favorites that satisfied her so often. This was the tingling, the prickling of desire that heralded days of aching lust. She knew the feeling well. It came and went as her cunt craved gratification. Her breasts needed pampering and her body needed a strong prick to fill her to the hilt. There was no denying this yearning except to gather her maids and minions and explore the nether worlds of her fevered creativity. A gesture and a word was all it took. The throne room emptied in a respectful bowing of fearful courtiers, women and attendants and Catherine was alone with her maids. "We need a day of rest," she announced to the remaining few. It was the clear signal that the Empress was hungry for gratification. She stood in a rustle of stiff silk. The chains of pearls that adorned her dress clicked and the gold of the chains around her neck sounded like falling riches in a treasury. With small steps, and slowly, she led her harpy maids to the apartments that no man hoped to see. The place where favor lasted as long as a rose took to rot. Where the bed was a playing field for games that had no rules but those that Catherine the Great invented on a whim and changed without warning. The corridors of the Kremlin echoed with her footsteps, the diamonds on the soles of her shoes clacked on the pavement of marble as she went through the wide doors of the throne room. A few guards, matchlocks at the ready, halberds dipped to the ground in respect, stood like statues as she went to the inner depths of that porphyry palace. Part II -------- Bed is too small a word for the playground that Catherine allowed to dominate the high ceilinged room where she acted out her games. Massive bog-oak, from the Pripet Marshes and a deep layer of raw silk in linen coverlet that offered sweet repose for Catherine. Soft and beckoning it seemed to her but it was a place where only the Empress gained gratification. For all others who participated it was by turn heaven and hell. Gold chains and fetters hung ready for use and bejeweled whips hung by phallic handles, ready to hand for her milk skinned hands. A man lay stretched out on this field of combat. Pinned to her bed like an insect ready for preservation he sweated with fear as the ladies of the court entered the room and took position around his fettered form. His body was marked with the stripes of a casual whipping that he had sustained, stripes of bruised flesh staccatoed with small cuts that the sharp gems woven into the braids of the whips had traced on his vulnerable flesh. A velvet bag with silken purple drawstrings lay by his head and a discarded flogger twisted amongst the gold woven sheets. Catherine swept into the room and smiled like the lioness that has caught a buck. Here was her entertainment for the night! Here was the man that would yield his all to Empress. Not willingly, but nevertheless eager to please her body. She noted with approval that one of her maids stood at every corner of the bed to tighten the gold chains should she call for it. Three others were prepared to divest her of her robes when she required it. Not always did she assuage her lust in the nude. Oft times she allowed no single peek as she took her due from her chosen victim. But, this time, this night, was one of the full moon. A feeling of lust overcame her at the powerlessness of her prostrated victim, the stripes of punishment left her gasping for more and the proud erect prick beckoned her to swallow him whole. For a moment she circled the bed, deciding whether to continue the flogging of the previous night or to follow a new course of action. A discrete motion and her maids came to her. Carefully avoiding touching her naked flesh they disrobed their mistress with practiced movements. Layers of silk and stiff corset fell from her like an autumn tree shedding leaves, until her full body was presented to all. Not perfect! But responsive! Already her nipples stood like puckered mounds, awaiting their contact and the slit of her sex was parting like an opening flower. A carnivorous rose surrounded by the stiff thorns of her pubic hair. The parted lips exposed a slick cavern that would swallow any man and spit him out after consuming his manhood. A word of command and a long tailed whip was placed in her right hand. The left was clutched around her talisman, the gold coin of Irene. Part III --------- Dmitry cried out as the first strike of the whip curled around his chest and neck. It left a roadmap of pain on his flesh and scored the delicate skin of his neck with a line of ruby pearls of blood. A slight splatter of that blood caught her breasts and nipples as she pulled the whip with a jerk to put the heavy leather band behind her back. Catherine laughed in joy. Dmitry had betrayed her with one of her maids. Now he was less to her than a serf on a distant estate. Less than a rabid dog on the lonely plains. Her laugh was not the pleasant ripple of laughter and enjoyment of a pleasant bon mot, but the giggle of a woman who is taking pleasure in the downfall of a rival or enemy. For that was who he was, her enemy. His name was forgotten by her in this moment of indulgence, but he deserved this punishment and he would deserve the fall of the headsman's sword after she had reduced him to suffering meat. The coin in her hand imparted its hate, encouraging her to excess and sexual frenzy as she lined up the next evil sting of the long whip that she wielded with such dexterity. One of her maids moaned in sympathy with the Empress. A sound of misplaced passion that urged her mistress to further overindulgence. The atmosphere was tense. Would Catherine splatter herself with the blood of her victim until he was but raw meat, or would she extract her just portion of lust from his sweating form? The whip cracked over his head with a snap that made him jump for fright and then the Empress was upon his stricken form. Her thighs closed over his face, forcing him to pleasure her as the maids pulled on the chains to allow him no chance to struggle. Catherine groaned with her lust as he serviced her from front to back, from ass to clitoris and then that tunnel that would consume him in a fury of desire. Her trembling form rode his face and mouth as she worked herself over him until he became faint with lack of breath. Finally she climaxed and once again struck him with the whip. This time it scored the inside of his legs with bitter fury at the moment that she fulfilled herself on his struggling form. But, his struggles were in vain. A line on his erection marked the passing of the braid and a single drop of blood perched halfway up his cock to balance in deep red uncertainty, before trickling to his thigh. This was the opening chorus of her need. Catherine dismounted and took up the silken bag. With a small gesture she tossed it to the maid who had previously climaxed at the sight and sound of the whip. The maid caught it deftly and waited until the Empress had dismounted from her captive ride. A quick pull and the bag was over his head and the drawstrings were pulled tight to trap him in a velvet prison of sound and darkness. Now at last Catherine could fuck him. The prick went deep inside her on the first move. Her hips opened and her hands spread to allow a maid to support her as she slid over the throbbing prick and down to his very groin went her thighs. A whispered word and a maid passed the knout. An evil short weighted braided whip that normally took the lives of the serfs who had tried to escape their masters. She kissed its leather braids and passed it to her maid to use on the man who had thought that the maid was his lover. Blessed and approved. The Empress Catherine relaxed, waiting for the performance to begin, waiting for the first strike, waiting to start the dance that would bring her to orgasm. The first blow was almost gentle, it created the first tick of the metronome that was a fuck to end all fucks. Catherine closed her eyes and slid up the prick until it almost left her body before the second blow left a savage stripe across Dmitry's strong chest. No cut, just a red weal that crossed from nipple to nipple, joining them by a line of agony. Every blow of the knout made him buck. Every blow came as she pulled almost free of the rigid cock. Every blow cost him a portion of his life but he could not but help himself. His prick strained to reach into her soft tunnel as his body was ripped by the lead weighted whip. On the fifth blow she opened her eyes to feast them on her unwilling and willing lover. Unwilling through the agony of their love making, willing as he strained to satisfy and climax. He strained to come and deliver an end to this parody of sex. Finally, at the tenth stroke he came in a surge and thrust deep into his Empress. Splashed and splattered by his blood she finally orgasmed, the stimulation of her hands, the agony of her lover and the supremacy that she was exercising, all combined in a rush of excess and satisfaction. For a moment she looked at his exhausted form. The features covered by velvet, the muscles of the neck constricted by the silken rope and the cuts and bruises that disfigured his muscular frame. Then she opened her left hand and beheld the coin that she gripped with an intense grasp. A gold coin slick with blood and sweat. Dmitry would be disposed of after her maids had had their pleasure. They were harpies, demon sluts, feeders on the sexual scraps that she threw from her table of plenty. History would not repeat her excesses to historians. They would be concealed from view as the curtain of time closed. She would be known as the Empress who fucked like a man and ruled like a man. Founded orphanages and extended the rule of Mother Russia to east and west. Her nighttime hobbies would be forgotten by history. She was the Empress. Empress of Russia. Empress of pain. Act III Revolutionary Russia 1919 AD Lubyanka Square in Moscow. Part I ------- 'Everything changes. Even my own name!' That was the thought that ran through the mind of Illona Petrayovitch Ekaterinova Romanov as she stared at the yellow brick front of the All-Russia Insurance Company in Lubyanka Square. It was certainly worth watching! Pure hate, untainted destruction and authentic show! A sudden smash of glass, and a desk arced out of the fifth story window to land with a crash and an explosion of splintering wood on the cobbles almost at Illona's feet. Not that she flinched. No, the woman formerly known as Illona Petrayovitch Ekaterinova Romanov, occasionally 'the Baroness' and now as just plain Illona Khotliykova was not one to flinch at anything, let alone a little personal risk. She had never flinched at pain, blood or death. Never! Of course the surname 'Romanov' was more than inadvisable in the present political climate. What, with a polemical and dialectical tension between the growing power of the Soviets and the supporters of the idea of a Duma with representative powers; now was not the time to stick the head above the parapet with a name like 'Romanov'! In Odessa she had been known as 'the Baroness'. A member of the Ohkrana, the brutal instrument of the Emperor of all Russias. But the Ohkrana had failed. It was a broken hope and its officers had joined in the orgy of destruction that was the red terror and mostly tried to change sides. But, changing sides in the turmoil of polemical political suppression and violence that knew no limits was not easy. Unless of course you had an brief and torrid affair with an representative of the Red Army political commissars at the right moment. So Illona Petrayovitch Ekaterinova Romanov, decendant of both Ivan the Second and Catherine the Great gave up the family name and joined the revolutionaries of the red revolution. She became simple Illona Khotliykova, a Polish-Ukrainian girl cast into the seas of history being made in Russia. The theory of dialectical materialism was in ascension and the violent uprising of the proletariat was going to sweep all before it in an incoming red tide, a tide of blood. Surfing this tide was Illona as she made her way to Moscow, the centre of the turmoil, the centre of the violence and the centre of opportunity. Now she stood, one hand on her hip and the other fingering the last heirloom of her past, the coin of Irene and Constantine, the Byzantine Empress and Emperor. Illona watched the All Russia Insurance building in Lubyanka Square being cleared of its capitalistic clutter to be prepared as the new head quarters of the Cheka. Under her new boss, Feliks Dzierzynski, she was to supervise the conversion of the cellars and underground rooms, a job for which she was more than prepared and willing. When the building had been stripped it was to become the hub for a Republic wide apparatus that would be designed to penetrate every corner of the society that was giving birth to a communist dictatorship. Feliks had vision. Illona could see where all of this was going to lead. It would lead to the cells of the Lubyanka prison overflowing within weeks as comrades Lenin, Trotsky and Stalin filled the new facility with the victims of their wrath. Another table was thrown from a window onto the cobbles of the square! Why? Because it was decorated with gold leaf. Because it had been used by capitalists. Because it was enjoyable to destroy and difficult to create! 'When I have finished with the cellars the occupants of my cells will curse the day that they entered my private vision of hell,' she thought. In Odessa she had been feared as 'the Baroness', here she would be more than feared, she would become a nightmare of dread in the darkness of the cells below this newly organised prison. She would satisfy lust for power and pleasure with the connivance of the state. She knew what real torment was. It stemmed from betrayed love and perverted sex. Part II -------- Illona surveyed her office and contemplated the files that lay on her broad desk. Now ensconced in the depths of the Lubyanka prison she had become one of the trusted servants of Feliks Dzierzynski as she worked to put his dream of social terror into practical effect. In charge of some of the rooms of 'special purpose', she organised the interrogation of miscreants, political and criminal, who resisted the new polemical ascendancy of the victory of the proletariat. Not that she agreed with all the philosophical claptrap that was now being spouted by the newly powerful cadres who used words, more words and violence to assert their superiority! But it allowed her passions free reign and it permitted her to indulge her whims in a way that even her position in the Ohkrana never had. She enjoyed the fear in their eyes when they were brought down to the cells. The shameful cringing as they were brought for questioning. The cries as the former overlords of Russia were crushed at her command. It was this control over others that thrilled her and made her tingle with the delicious feeling that she was the arbiter of life and death, of pleasure and suffering. But, it was dangerous here in this grey prison. Others strived to show themselves as faithful to the cause and in doing so they endangered and betrayed those around them. In the end Illona's security depended on her casual but intense affair with her ultimate superior, Feliks Dzierzynski. His need to submit to her ruthless dominance was inverted in his need to destroy others and make them pay for his weakness. So she flicked through the files with a dispassionate eye, picking victims and likely subjects from the mass of files with less concern for political correctness than finding those who would offer gratification and amusement. Her legs stretched out under the huge oaken plank of the desk as she looked at the three candidates that she had selected for treatment. This was a joy, to decide her victims and have a whole apparatus of oppression to make whatever decision she made not only valid, but just and correct. Pure pleasure! Each file was a buff folder with reams of badly typed accusations and 'evidence' tucked inside. All three were doomed to never see the sun again because of their connections with the old regime. Now she had to choose her victim! First off there was Kirill Romovich Shapko. Idly she flicked through the pages and enjoyed browsing through the life that she was empowered to end. Ukrainian and an officer of the feeble White Russian army that was on the run from one end of Russia to the other. The front page of the document listed his age and education so it was clear that he did not meet the criteria that she had set herself. He was basically just too old, ill educated and just not interestingly attractive. Taking a stamp she marked the file as 'complete' on the cover and signed over the red ink with a flourish. This was a part of her satisfaction, this cold bureaucratic ending of life, a stamp followed by a signature that ended a life as surely as a bullet. The Coin.. After a few minutes she laid the file to one side and struck the bell on her desk. A moment later the door opened and a young man in ill fitting uniform entered the room. "Comrade Piotr," she said in a level voice, "take this file to the special tasks desk and have the prisoner dealt with by the commissar." Piotr took the file and nodded. He knew the authority that Illona used stemmed from above and brooked no argument or disagreement. "Is the prisoner to be executed?" he asked. "Of course! He is a traitor to the Russian Proletariat and needs to be expunged immediately. Report back to me when you have passed him on to room one hundred." As soon as Piotr had left the room Illona moved to the next file. This one looked more promising. A female guest in the Lubyanka was a rarity and this one was certainly a superior example. Formerly rich and privileged, this daughter of a prince would face the special attention of the men in the Lubyanka. In fact she probably already had. On the other hand Illona had, at the moment, no interest in woman. There had been a time in Odessa when she had enjoyed breaking women as well as men, but those times were past. The women who had begged for release had all provided release of a different kind to the vicious but attractive Illona! 'No!' she thought to herself. 'Some of the commissars and officers of the Cheka would delight in 'interrogating' this former member of the aristocracy and they should get the chance to do so.' That left just Valentin Igor Fedorov, the last of the three. For a few moments she looked at the plain cover of the file and just enjoyed the tingling that spread from her thighs to her cunt. This man was going to be hers. He was just right! Her hand strayed to her tight skirt and pulled the hem to her waist as she shuffled in the chair. Fingertips touched silk. How very decadent was the feel of the silk stockings on her thighs! Luxury that the former upper classes had enjoyed, a delicate shiny web that smoothed the white skin and made her heart flutter. The hand slipped to the interface of silk and skin before smoothing over the already wet lips of her pussy. In her head she allowed the forthcoming events of the next few days to form a heady cloud of thoughts that made her shiver with anticipation. The neighbouring cell would be the place where Valentin Igor Fedorov would serve and be 'interrogated'. First he would be given hope that Illona was a woman who could possibly be his saviour. Possibly! There would be secret nightly assignations in which she would appear to have fallen in love with her victim. She would appear to be stricken with guilt and remorse that she was taking part in these sordid interviews. Valentin would imagine that she might be persuaded to relent and allow him to escape; or rather that they would flee together to freedom and the West. He would do all he could to please her mind and her body and she would drag him down to a level where he would see her as his chance of escape. Then would follow the period of doubt... That precious few days where the realisation that he had to obey if he even wished to entertain hope. Her body would be his shrine and she would reluctantly punish him because of her duty and her position. He would serve her like a slut, a male whore. Desperate for her approval he would abase himself at every slight dissatisfaction and strive to total perfection. These days would be precious because it would be the time when her victim would willingly sacrifice everything to please her body. Every inch of her would crave and receive attention. From lips to the soles of her feet he would fulfil her every whim until at last the realisation would come that she was using him for hewr own gratification without the slightest intention of letting him survive. Finally would come the end of all hope. He would admit to heinous crimes against the Proletariat and the Soviets that ruled factory and farm. Valentin Igor Fedorov would learn to obey the basest commands to avoid the torture, subtle and overt, that Illona would apply with ever more severity. As he became more disillusioned and lost his hope she would balance persuasion with threats and then threats with the application of pain. He would slowly give ground to her. Every orgasm that she enjoyed would be at the cost of agony to him. He would become impotent and helpless until the fear of her very arrival would shake his sanity loose from the seat of his mind. Finally would come that concluding triumph. The man would become a mewling slave to her. She would use him while she abused him before finally sending him to room one hundred for an end that he might well find that he longed for. He would have to plead for that end, entreat to die for her and implore to be released from her hands. As she dreamed of her coming campaign she dipped a finger into herself and rubbed gently on her clitoris. A swelling tide of gratification swept over her; finishing with a climax that was to be just the first of many that her victim would supply. Finally her thighs ceased their trembling and she was ready to act out her fantasies. That was the real pleasure; Illona had the power to make her fantasies real at the cost of the men that she chose. She stood and straightened out her skirt with an outstretched palm and headed for the cell where Valentin was held. In one hand was the gold coin, in the other was the unread file. It did not matter that her victim had done nothing, it did not matter that he was going to suffer just because she needed release. All that mattered was that he was going to feed her lust. ***** The cell was new, but oppressive. Valentin sat on the edge of the small pallet, still dressed in the uniform of the Red Army that the file said that he had betrayed to the Western Imperialists. When the cell door clanged shut he found that his interrogator was a beautiful woman of perhaps thirty years. He looked her up and down and decided that if he were not in the Lubyanka he would have thought her attractive in the extreme. Tight skirt and heels! Tailored jacket and pressed shirt. For a moment he hesitated and then he stood and saluted. "Valentin Igor Fedorov," said the woman who was going to vent her lust on this naive young man. "You have been accused of betraying the Proletariat and Peasant's army of the Soviet Republic of Russia." "I am not guilty," came the reply. "I am a scapegoat for my superior officer who sacrificed me for his own benefit and to escape the consequences of his own incompetence." He thought that he saw a slight tear in her eye. A trivial sign that this woman who held his future in her hands might be human enough to persuade that he was a faithful servant of Lenin. That he told the truth. That he was not guilty of the crimes that he was accused of. "Duty is what calls us all to fight the capitalist enemies of the state," she replied. "You will learn to serve the state if my decision is to judge you as not guilty of those crimes that you have been accused of." He could not but help seeing Illona as a savior. How could such beauty be false? "I will do everything possible to convince you!" "I know that you will!" Illona pushed her hand into her pocket and let the coin slip free of her fingers. This was how it always started. She looked at him, not hearing the voice, just seeing those lips that would soon be between her thighs, that tongue that would soon be searching to pleasure her clitoris. As she bent to kiss him she felt his ardent response. Genuine? It did not matter, he would be hers to extinguish! The End -------------- Copyright Miss Irene Clearmont 2011(Oct) A Brief Historical Note. The path and truth of history is dependent on the writings of those that decided to record the story! Oft times they had their own agenda and reason for writing and allowed those reasons to cloud the veracity of their writings. I have taken these histories and twisted them to my own use so do not expect exact concord between my fiction and the accepted history. Having said that you might perhaps wish to indulge in a little seeking out of the 'real' story. If that is the case then you can start here! Irene, Empress Of Byzantium Wife of Emperor Leo she had her son blinded and killed when he plotted to become the sole Emperor of the Byzantine Empire. She forced him to marry Maria of Amnia but he rejected her to marry a woman that his mother had not chosen. That was a final mistake that cost him his empire and life. http://www.roman-emperors.org/irene.htm Catherine The Great Of Russia One of the great monarchs of Russia, but not born a Russian. She was known for her sexual appetite and had lovers, selected from the court, until she was over sixty. Her reign came at a crux of Western modernization of the state and the leftovers of the Muscovite medieval state. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Legends_of_Catherine_the_Great Illona Petrayovitch Ekaterinova Romanov The character is half invented, the name certainly is! There was a woman known as 'The Baroness' who was supposed to have worked for the Okhrana (Imperialist Secret Police) in Odessa. She was known for sexual depravity and cruelty. Feliks Dzierzynski set up the Lubyanka prison and much of the Cheka, the Soviet secret police that later became the NKVD and the KGB. The Coin The mid-day rush of people frantically making their way to or from lunch swarmed around Kelly as she dodged along the wide, hot sidewalk. Her muted apologies (Sorry!, Excuse me!, I'm so sorry!) were smothered by the buzzing of conversations, traffic and the sound of the world around her. At a little over five feet tall and a tiny bit under 110 pounds, she felt like a (Duck? Water bug? Hamster in a hamster ball thing?) fighting the raging current of a monstrous river. She grinned at the thought of a hamster furiously scrambling in a floating ball before apologizing to a faceless stranger that accidentally elbowed her. The crowd thinned a few blocks later as she neared her favorite little diner. As was her habit, she glanced at herself in the large windows of the Macy storefront to see if anything was out-of-place. Skirt still where it should be? Check. No under-the-boob sweat spots on my blouse? Check. No toilet paper trailing on my flats- Kelly stopped and turned to look across the street. An old woman sat in a pile of clothes on the sidewalk across from where she stood. The woman looked proud with her straight back and gray hair pulled into a tight ponytail, slightly lined face staring impassively straight ahead. A small sign written in meticulous letters proclaimed, "I need no money - simply a little food, please." The lady sat cross-legged with her hands folded in the faded red fabric of her dress. Her eyes were a calm reflection of the few clouds that passed overhead. Kelly bit her lip while watching. Nobody looked at the woman and the woman watched nothing but the space in front of her. She turned back and continued down the block, turning a the small building squeezed between two skyscrapers. The little ding! ding! of the bell over the door greeted her. A large black man behind the small kitchen window yelled out to her, "Kelly, ma chere! Sit down, honey, and I'll bring you your sandwich." Kelly stood by the register in the front, relishing the sudden quiet and familiar smells. The world felt slow here. Looking through the old, dusty large front windows made the city outside seem like a movie playing at a drive-in theater on a warm summer night. Even the tiny motes of dust floating in the buttery yellow sunlight seemed lazy. "Make it two, Papa Joe. With soup, please? To go." An older, slim black woman in a crisp, pristine yellow dress looked up from the table she was waiting on. "That for that new man of yours, girl? I told you to bring him 'round so we can meet him. You hidin' him from us?" Papa Joe's deep chuckle echoed from the back. "Now, Mama, you leave her alone. You know I'm the only man for her." The men (all men today, she noticed) sitting around the small room laughed and Kelly blushed. Papa Joe winked at her from his little kitchen in the back. "Joseph Keller! You get back to your grill and mind your own business. No woman could stand you no matter how much you wink and croon or I'd have grandchildren by now. Couldn't even fit through the church doors for your own wedding even if you did fool some poor girl into marryin' you." The woman's bony hands flicked imaginary specks of nothing off of the tiny white flowers dotting her dress. A man at the table to her side raised his empty water glass up to her and she turned to him, slapping his hand. "Mr. Stockwell, if you think I'm gonna carry that glass over to fill it up, you have another thought coming to you. You wait till I come around with the pitcher like everyone else." The man took his glass back, momentarily chagrined at the rebuttal. He grinned, though, and his friends made fun of him while Mama walked to the next table. From the back, Papa Joe raised his voice in song, "Welllll, I remember the sound of the wind through the tree as I sat so young on papa's knee! Mama in her dress and..." Kelly turned away to look through the stained windows. She could see the old lady at the corner of the street, still in the same position. She wondered if she should've brought the woman into the diner. You couldn't be mad here, or unhappy, and she thought the other woman could use some relaxing in her life. Or something. But, another part of her worried that the old woman would fracture the idyllic peace of the place. There was a hardness around her that Kelly could see even from a distance. No, better to bring food to the woman. She closed her eyes, taking in the murmuring conversations dotted with Mama's sharp interjections and Papa Joe's fine, deep voice. Her body relaxed in increments as it always did when she was here. A gentle voice at her side woke her from her revelry. "Here y'are, child. Careful with the soup so they don't spill. And you don't mind me askin' after your business. I'm just an old woman that don't know no better and I just worry after all of y'all. Bring that man of yours in whenever you want and we'll cook up something for the both of you. And you watch yourself with that drifter 'cross the way. I don't like her. On with you now." The old woman turned her body slightly while keeping her eyes on Kelly's face. "I heard that remark, young Mr. Green! You can forget yourself having another glass of Coke. Callin' a woman like myself old. I'm addin' to your bill for that one, you better believe it and I'll be wantin' an apology, too." The little bell rang again as Kelly opened the door, the sudden flood of noise drowning out Mr. Green's "Awwww, Mama..." behind her. Everything was sudden too bright, too loud and too fast around her. She held the paper bag close to her chest while she watched and waited for a chance to cross the street. A bicyclist in advertisement-laden white Speedo and a large curved bike helmet zipped past in the bike lane, tires whirring as he passed. With the light changed to red and no cars turning right, the street was empty and Kelly scrambled across to the other sidewalk. She approached the old woman cautiously, unsure of what to do; she'd never met a homeless person quite like her. As she neared, the old woman spoke, her voice slow and gravelly, "I thought it might be you. Sit with me, little one. Will you share your food with an old woman?" Kelly paused, heart in her throat. She didn't sound crazy. Well, her words sounded a little off but they were put together. And that accent, she wondered, European? Russian? No, that's not right, nothing is just Russian any more, was it? It's all Bulgarian or Czechoslovakian or something, right? Now the woman finally turned to look at her. "Well?" She asked. "I... yes. Yes I'll sit with you." Up close she could see the woman's eyes and they were a mixture of green and brown and hidden golden flecks. Kelly sat a few feet away, facing the woman. "I bought some soup and a sandwich. You don't have any food allergies, do you?" The woman watched her closely. She sat as if she'd never move again, perfectly still. Nearly predatory. Kelly found herself having to remember to breathe now and again. The pressure of the woman's gaze was intense and she never seemed to blink. "No. I have no such things. Do you know? I have sat here since dawn. Here in this cluttered, noisy place. Never once did anyone offer their sympathy or their food. This food, it is not yours but I will accept it." Kelly tilted her head. "But, it is mine. I paid for it." "Yes, you've paid for it. It is not made by your hand nor from grains you've reaped or animals you've hunted. I will not fault you for it, child of the city. Thank you for the food you're sharing." The hands that reached for the wrapped sandwich were weathered but strong. Long, slightly stained fingernails tipped each finger. They weren't blackened by the grime of the city or... whatever homeless people seem to get on their hands - it was as if she'd spent the day working the ground. The woman herself had an earthy smell about her. But, deeper than that in some way. Things stirred in the shadows of Kelly's dreams and she shifted uncomfortably against the feeling. "You're welcome," she told the older woman. "May I ask? What's your name? I'm Kelly." "I'm-" the woman paused briefly. "It doesn't matter. The sandwich is very good, even if the woman in the store dislikes me. It is well made. Tell me of yourself, Kelly. Sit and talk with an old woman." "I... what do you want to know?" The old woman made an ambiguous hand gesture while her sharp teeth bit into the thick sandwich. Kelly swallowed and continued. "Okay. I'm 23 and I work at a bookstore a few blocks away. I like to paint - that's what my degree is in. Art. Basically. It's, well, basically art. I also sketch and draw and I get commissioned sometimes. Online, mostly. That's, I mean, the Internet. Where I get commissions. Sometimes. If I could bring myself to draw naked women, I'd be able to do a lot more commissions but I can't seem to do it. Wow. Wow, I'm just babbling, aren't I? I'm so sorry. I just kind of-" "Stop apologizing, child." The woman's voice was sudden and stern. "And? Is there a man in your life? Someone keeping you warm at night?" Kelly blushed. "There's... there's... yes. But, no. He doesn't live with me. We only recently decided to be exclusive. After four months. He asked but I wasn't seeing anyone else anyway. He's... he's a very nice man. I like him a lot. I've known him four months now. Wow, the time flies. Four months. Um. Um. We're going slow with things. Like... but... not... augh!" Kelly hid her face against her knees. Her voice was slightly muffled when she continued. "I'm shy. Sometimes I worry I'm too slow and dumb for him. My family was strict and I worry I don't know what to do. He's... he's my second boyfriend. And the first one dumped me after a month when I said I wouldn't sleep with him yet. Why am I telling you this? I'm so sorry." The old woman reached her hand out to place it on Kelly's small shoulder. "Because I asked you to tell me. And so you have. I would take you and teach you purpose and confidence but our paths lie separate. I will go now, young woman. You have my thanks and my blessing. May it give you strength." Kelly felt the woman's hand against her own and then something pressed into her palm. She peeked with one eye to see what it was and gasped to see a large, heavy gold coin shining brightly. Kelly gasped, eyes wide. "I can't ta-!" The woman was gone. There was an empty sandwich wrapper rocking slightly in the wind but no trace of the woman. Not a single sign that she was here and nowhere for her to go so quickly. A sudden searing pain bloomed in her hand and Kelly screamed, dropping the coin. Except, no coin fell to the ground. She grabbed her right wrist, feeling the hand pulse with pain but, when she turned her hand over, nothing was there. The palm of her hand was reddened but there was no burn and she could already feel the pain lessening. She clenched her fist over and over again as the nerves in her hand slowly stopped screaming. Opening her hand completely, Kelly caught faint white lines traced in a vague shape amongst the many creases crisscrossing her palm. Like a fancy optical illusion, the lines seemed to vanish into the wrinkles of her flesh. Kelly stood and immediately fell against the cold marble of the building next to her. Bright pins of light exploded in her eyes and the world darkened around her. The back of her neck broke into a cold sweat and for a brief, terrible moment, she wasn't sure whether she was still standing or not. Her ears rang with a loud screeching sound while she tried to tell if the surface against her side was the building or the sidewalk. Slowly, lights and sounds returned to her. She was standing and gasping for air, arms hugged around her slight form. The cold sweat ran from her neck to her legs and then turned warm before passing. She spent several minutes just breathing before she dared to move. The old woman left no mark, no disturbed dirt or trash or any trace of her existence other than the discarded paper from her sandwich. Kelly bent, careful of her balance, and cleaned up. Her own stomach roiled at the thought of eating her food so she took her the diner's paper bag with her as she threw away the bits of trash in the nearby bin. Her earlier good mood was gone, replaced with a strain behind her eyes and a dull ache near her ears. She caught herself nearly yelling at someone as they bumped into her and, instead, focused on her feet and controlling her temper. Once back at the book store where she worked, she gave muted assurances to her coworker's worries. It took her manager gently telling her to go home before she realized she was simply staring at the books rather than reshelving them. Her stomach was in knots and the pounding in her head was getting worse. Her coworker gave her a ride back to her apartment and she spent nearly the entire trip huddled into a small ball, gripping the seat belt. She couldn't remember if she said anything or embarrassed herself or simply said nothing and the walk from the car to her bedroom was dream-like. She finally collapsed into her bed, still dressed in her work clothes. Bright sunlight filtered through her cheap blinds, covering her in curving bands of light and shadows until sleep finally, mercifully took her. Kelly startled awake, gasping for air and then wincing at the pain behind her eyes. She was completely covered in blankets and it was dark outside. Silvery moonlight glowed around the edges of her closed blinds. Someone was sitting at the edge of the bed but she was having a hard time focusing her eyes. When she spoke, the words caught in her throat. Her mouth was completely dry -- lips stuck to teeth and tongue clung to the roof of her mouth. The form stirred and reached for her. "Hey, you." David, her mind told her. She relaxed, sighing, both pleased he was there and wishing he wasn't seeing her like this. His voice sounded warm and careful. "Hey," she whispered back to him. He brought his hand to her face, brushing a loose strand hair away from her eyes. She tried to shrink away from him but her body felt incredibly heavy. Instead, she closed her eyes and pushed slightly against his hand. His touch was comforting. "I went to your work to give you a ride home and they told me you were sick so I came here. I hope it's okay? I used the key you gave me last week. Oh, and Sally said you forgot your lunch in her car so I brought it. It's in the fridge. Can I make you anything? Or bring you anything?" She shook her head slightly. "No," she rasped. "Yes. Water. Please." Her small bed shifted slightly as he stood and she heard him clinking around in her kitchen - still a stranger to how she arranged her kitchenware. Eventually she heard her faucet run and then he returned, kneeling by her bed. When she tried and failed to sit up, she felt his hand work its way under her head and then slowly and carefully lift her. She could feel her own sweat against his cool hand. He tipped the water glass against her lips and she nearly choked on the first sip. With small gulps, she finished the entire glass. "Thank you," she told him. Her throat hurt. Her head hurt. He whole body ached. David brushed more hairs away from her face and she smiled at him. Or tried to. "Do you want me to stay? I could sleep on the couch and make you breakfast. Or hold your hair back if you have to throw up. Although, I charge extra for the clean-up afterwards." He chuckled lightly, tracing his finger along the side of her face. She rubbed back against him again. Yes, she thought, please stay. "No. I'll be fine. Just. Just need rest." Her breathing came in gasps. The effort of an actual conversation made her heart rate speed up. "You're surprisingly stubborn, Kel. But I'm the same way some times. I put your phone on your night stand in case you need to call and it's plugged in. Your left overs are in the fridge and I'll refill your glass and put it by your phone. Promise you'll call if you need anything?" She watched him stand and wished she could see the way his forehead creased when he was worried about something. She liked to count his wrinkles when he did that. She'd always tell him that he was like a tree, adding new wrinkles for every worry in his life and he'd soon look like one of those funny little dogs with too much skin for their own good. "Yes," she told him simply and even that took effort. "I will." She closed her eyes again and listened as he moved around to pick up and refill her glass. She heard the deadbolt click loudly before he spoke again. "Good night, Kelly. Call me? When you're better or if you need anything. You promised." She nodded even though she knew he couldn't see her. The door opened and then closed again and her body relaxed when David locked the deadbolt. Her lower back ached as if she'd been lying for too long and she couldn't seem to find a comfortable position. The blankets were too heavy and hot but she worried she'd freeze without them. Her short, auburn hair lay in sweaty clumps on the pillow around her. The pale light permeating the room blinked out as a cloud slowly obscured the face of the full moon. Kelly tittled her head to look over at the window, small, delicate cheekbones dotted with small beads of sweat. She held her breath as her eyes focused on the window. Mesmerized. Slowly, moonlight dawned again and her breath rattled out of her through suddenly clenched teeth. ------------ David stared at his phone for the millionth time. Three days and I haven't heard a thing. Do I call? Is that too needy? I hate this stuff. Why can't it be more simple? If I want to call, I should just call. Right? Dammit. But I told her to call me if she needs something. What if she's dead? I should just- His phone rang to sudden, heart-stopping life as his hand hovered over it. "Jesus fucking Christ!" David yelled. He answered the call with a frantic swipe when he saw who it was. "Kelly?" He could feel his heart hammering against his chest. "David! Hi! It's Kelly! Oh, but you already said that. Hello! I'm all better!" Kelly's voice was a raging torrent of enthusiasm in David's ear. He held the little phone out from his face but grinned while doing it. "Do you want to come over tonight for a little I'm-Not-Dying celebration?" "That sounds like a great idea, Kel. Is 7 a good time? I'm really glad you're doing better. I'll bring some cheesecake, yeah? And a movie?" Shit. Romantic comedy? Action? Drama? Maybe a romantic comedy. She likes them. I can suffer through some with her. Oh, right. The one. With the guy from Star Trek and Inception. Ummm... This Is War or something. That looked funny as hell and she'll like it. Kelly's laugh trickled through the phone and David felt a warm emotional rush from it. He loved the way she laughed - her face made little dimples and she hid her mouth while she did it. It was one of the most adorable things he'd ever seen. He'd always wondered what writers meant when they said someone's eyes sparkled and it took Kelly to show him. "That, sir, is a date but make it 6, okay? I may even give you a little kiss for your efforts. And the cheesecake. But, just a little one. See you in a few hours!" The connection clicked off and David cocked his head to the side slightly. He'd yet to see this playful side of her but he liked it because usually she was quite reticent towards sex and even intimacy. Still, his pulse quickened at the thought of a quiet evening with Kelly and a simple kiss at the end. ------------ David stood at the door in his faded blue jeans and simple brown t-shirt. Ignoring the doorbell (he always thought it was rude or lazy to use a doorbell first) he knocked three times and waited. He held a grocery bag in this left hand with two plastic containers of a cherry cheesecake and a plastic container with the movie "This Means War" inside. There was a muffled "Just a min-ow!" from inside the apartment followed by muttered, low grumbling. The plain white door (apartment 12, with the number '2' slightly crooked) rattled for a second. David heard Kelly mumble something under her breath before the deadlock clicked open and the door swung wide. The Coin He nearly dropped the bag he was carrying. Kelly, the shy and unassuming young woman he was slowly falling in love with, stood before him in a low cut, green top and a loose skirt. He could smell the subtle hint of some perfume from where he stood and he caught himself sniffing to try to catch more of it. She'd made herself up with light touches of coloring around her eyes and cheeks and a dark lipstick. Her small, nearly pearl white teeth seemed to flash brilliantly through the deep velvet redness of her lips. His eyes strayed to her breasts before shooting back up to her eyes. She was blushing and it only added to the effect. It took an enormous amount of effort for David to restrain himself from staring at how beautiful she was. The urge to take her in his arms, press his lips against hers and hold her against the wall was sudden and fierce. "I," he started, swallowing again to continue, "I didn't dress up. I. You look amazing." He'd known she was pretty but she hid herself well - something forced on her from her childhood. Something she was still struggling with. "I banged my elbow on the wall and forgot to unlock the door. Hi! And, oh, don't worry about dressing up! I- well, I wanted to try and we're not going out so I thought it would be safe. Don't tell anyone but I had to watch some Youtube videos on how to do my makeup." Her blush fled from her checks to the top of her chest and David's eyes followed its retreat, pausing to wonder at the way her shirt exposed the tops of her breasts. "I won't tell anyone. I promise. But why in the world, Kel? I mean, holy cow look wonderful but what's the occasion?" Her eyes flicked up to his and then down again. "A date with a handsome man." Looking down, he saw she was digging her toe into the carpet. "Am I pretty, David?" His throat was suddenly dry and his answer came out as a rasp. Thirsty, dying of thirst but not for water. "Yes. Very pretty. You've always been pretty to me, Kelly." He stood close, resting his hand on her side. She looked up and their eyes met. Such simple brown eyes, he thought. But, I could drown in them tonight. Hungry and wary and scared eyes. Kelly's lips parted slowly as her eyes closed. David leaned in, hesitating for only a moment before touching his lips to hers. He very carefully brought his hands around to her lower back and shoulders - safe areas for her at the moment. When he felt the tentative touch of her tongue against his lips, he almost pulled back but Kelly's arms were suddenly around him, holding him tightly. He opened his own mouth and their tongues met. Kelly moaned softly as her mouth opened wider for him. David mentally cursed himself - his hand was groping her ass and she writhed against the touch. He pulled his hand up and around her back, gripping her side. Her own fingers were gripping his short, curly hair. She turned and he followed, her back pressed against the doorframe. She moaned again as her body pressed slightly against him. Kelly reached up with her right hand, gripping the doorframe, arched her back. Before he could stop himself, David bent down to her neck, kissing her roughly, reaching down again to grab her ass through the soft fabric of her skirt. Her body shook against him and his teeth were suddenly on her neck, biting her only somewhat gently. Kelly's leg wrapped around his own leg and she used it to pull him even closer. "Yes," she moaned above him. "Yes, please." Her own fingers clawed at his back and hair, holding him hard against her. "David, please." Her voice was breathless. Needy. He could feel the heat from her chest, from the blood rushing like mad through her body. It took every ounce of willpower to push himself away and Kelly whined in frustration when he did. David stood in the hallway, panting, staring at Kelly. Her shirt was half off and he could see her plain white bra. Her lipstick had smeared at some point. She looked frantic but a cloud of doubt passed over her face. "Oh," she said. "Oh. I'm. I'm right here in the hallway, aren't I? We were- Oh." He'd thought she was blushing before but Kelly's face turned an incredible shade of crimson as she worked through what happened. "David, I'm... I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." "No, hey, no. It wasn't anything you did." Tears were forming in the corner of her eye. "It was, hey, no. It wasn't anything wrong. I just had to stop it. It's too soon, Kelly. God knows I want it but, Kelly, it's too soon for you." He reached for her and she came to him, so small now against his chest. "Hey, it's okay." David kissed the top of her head as he held her. Feeling her hot tears. Time passed before she could talk. "Thank you," she told him. "Thank you. I don't know what happened. I think... I think I should be alone tonight. I'm sorry. I ruined our evening. I wanted. I wanted a nice night with you. You don't hate me, do you?" David sighed against the top of her head. "Of course not, Kel. I know it'll take time. You'll call when you're okay to talk?" He felt her nod against him. "Good. I'm sorry about tonight, Kelly but I'm there if you need to talk." She nodded again and David decided it was time to go. Sometimes he hated her parents deeply for what they did. He pulled away from her and gathered up the grocery bag. "Here, I'll leave you the cheesecake like I promised. Be good." He touched the side of her face, feeling the warmth and the wetness of the tears. She closed her eyes and rubbed against his hand. With a last kiss on her forehead, he turned and left. Only when she texted later that night did David relax and the worry of whether he'd broken something left him. I'm all right, she wrote. I miss you and our evening together. I'll call in a few days. Sweet dreams, David. ------------ Over the next few weeks, David and Kelly restarted their relationship. Slowly. Carefully. On the third date after that night, Kelly wore the same outfit - outside of her apartment. At first, she refused to look at anyone around her but as the night wore on, she raised her head and started smiling again. When an older couple remarked on what a handsome couple they were, Kelly grinned with her teeth and pressed up against David, laying her head against him briefly. After every date, David walked Kelly to her apartment and stood carefully in front of her door. Some nights Kelly would blush and very clearly not look at the doorframe and other times she blush and wink at him as he kissed her (mostly) chastely good night. They talked a lot - a good bit about her parents and the near cult they were involved in that started with a group of born again Christians. She was sixteen years old when she worked up the nerve to ask a classmate for help. A government investigation was eventually launched and her classmate's parents took her in. Two years later, Kelly's family and the whole group moved to Arizona and set up a compound. She never heard from them again but she bore the scars still. The fact that she was still a virgin with intimacy issues was just one of the many lingering struggles she had to deal with. Nearly a month after the night of their canceled date, Kelly opened her door and then turned to look at David. She wore a long red summer dress with a pattern of white tropical flowers. Her lips were a new shade of red and she had her short hair held back, showing her neck and ears clearly in the bright overhead light. David's eyes traced the gentle curve of her neck and then up to her slight jawline. She smiled for him. "I think I could fall in love with you, David." And, with that, she closed the door. David barely remembered the walk home. All he saw in his mind's eye was the figure of her standing in her doorway as if she were a particularly sultry dame in a 1950's pulp crime novel. Her voice was husky as the hallway filled with a mysterious smoke. "I love you, David," she told him in his daydream, one hand on her thigh, slowly revealing more and more leg through the cut of her dress. Over and over. But, when he dreamed that night, it was just Kelly - just her smiling for him. His heart soared. David woke to a small flashing light on his cellphone. A short text from Kelly greeted him: G'morning handsome! Dinner at my place tonight? 7? David's finger hesitated over the virtual keyboard. A small part of him wondered whether it was too soon still, whether she was trying to push herself for him. In the end, he decided they would work through it like adults, and he would just try to restrain himself if they moved too fast. Gladly, he answered back. The day passed quickly for David. He answered emails from clients, negotiated a new software agreement with a school district and narrowly avoided being forced to have dinner with his boss to congratulate him on closing the sale. There was no humanly possible way he was missing his date tonight. Near 6 pm, David stood in front of the mirror, trimming his short beard and humming some random song from the radio. When his phone buzzed, he woke it and frowned at the text from Kelly: sick again don't come. David set the razor down, thinking. Kelly wasn't the type to make up an excuse and if she changed her mind, she'd just ask that they meet at a restaurant for drinks. She wouldn't just completely cancel for no good reason. Another debate waged war as he struggled with whether he would go to check on her or leave her alone for the night. Finally, he remembered how out of it she was and decided to go. With a quick stop at the store a few ingredients, he made his way to Kelly's apartment. The street lamp across from Kelly's apartment complex flickered weakly over David's car. He sat for over fifteen minutes doubting himself. Wondering whether it was right to go in to check on her. The moon hung fat and low in the sky, turning the nearby playground into a wasteland. A small child's swing creaked slowly as the wind pushed it back and forth. He watched it for a moment, mesmerized by the movement and the sound as shadows played across the old equipment. Solidifying his resolve, David got out, locked the car and made his way to Kelly's apartment. He shivered briefly in the chill night air and then entered the apartment complex, winding towards the back area where Kelly lived. David stood in front of Kelly's door with her spare key in his hand. When he pressed the key into the lock, a sudden noise came from within Kelly's apartment, followed by a crash and a door slamming. David paused. "Kelly?" He asked loudly. "Kelly? I'm coming in. Are you all right?" David turned the key and then opened the door carefully. All of the lights were out in the apartment and there was a strange musky smell in the air - a combination of sweat (as if from hard labor), a scent reminding him of the forest floor and other things. The bathroom door was closed ahead of him. He could hear a coarse, low sound coming from somewhere in the apartment. "Kelly?" He half-whispered, cursing himself for the pang of fear that shot through him. The voice that answered him was wrong. Muffled. He could tell it was Kelly but it was off. "David?" She sounded confused. "I said don't come. I'm sick. Just. Just go. Please. Oh god. Please. Go." David walked carefully to the bathroom door. "It's okay, Kelly. I had to help raise my little brother. I've seen all kinds of sick. I'm coming in, okay? You're... decent, right? I'll help you back to bed and get some hot ginger tea going. And maybe some chicken soup?" He opened the door carefully, watching the dark floor for vomit but was instead hit with a sudden intense wave of the musky scent from earlier. David peeked around the corner and saw the vague form of Kelly curled into a ball by the sink. "Kel? I'm turning on the light okay, sweetheart?" The world changed for David Williams the moment he flipped the light switch. He froze, unable to process what his eyes were telling him. Kelly sat naked on the floor in front of the sink, knees covering her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs. She had her head tucked down against her chest, hiding her face from David, and he could only see part of her front, the left side of her body and her back. He instinctively looked for her face and saw the slight tip to her ears - points she'd never had before. There was a light growth of dark hair on the tops of her shoulders that trailed down in a line to her forearms. Her entire body was soaked in sweat. The hair covering her shoulders lined her spine and down her lower back and up to the point of a stub of a tail slowly wriggling above her ass. David's mind screamed at him. It was wrong. It was all wrong. It was Kelly - her pale light skin and auburn hair. Her arms were more defined and her legs were thicker than he remembered seeing in the brief glances he stole when she wore a dress or skirt. As he watched, dark, nearly black hairs grew from her calf muscles. Kelly shifted, moaning in pain or pleasure, shoulders working as if she were releasing stress, back and down, muscles she'd never had in her back flexing around her shoulder blades. When she looked at him, her eyes were the color of sunshine filtering through a drop of honey. David sat hard on his ass in the hallway, blinking in confusion as his mouth worked to form a sentence. Her lips were dark black and split slightly at the top, showing her canine teeth and an expression of pain and confusion. Her jaw, so delicate before, was thicker. Her face looked slightly longer, a quarter of a muzzle. "Wha... wha.... Kelly... wha..." David sputtered, trying to form rational thought. The fingers of her left hand were larger, her whole hand bigger and tipped in thick black claws except for her thumb. "David. I told you not to come. I told you. I- What... what is that?" Kelly's voice was slightly muffled but still recognizably hers. She stopped, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. Small auburn and black hairs pushed through the skin of her cheeks and along her chin as David watched. He couldn't look away from her mouth. Beautiful white teeth against dead black lips. Her canine teeth were longer - she couldn't close her mouth all the way. Four of the teeth near her canines were nearly as long and as sharp as her canines were now. And, now that he noticed, he saw a bloody tooth on the ground near her sweaty body. Kelly sat up to her knees, still sniffing the air with her eyes closed. David couldn't help but look at her nakedness. Her hips were wider - he'd felt the curve of her body and there wasn't much there before. Now, the swoop from the side of her chest to her hips was noticeable. Her stomach was completely flat and muscular, leading down to thighs nearly as thick as his own now, larger than they were just minutes ago. Her vagina was completely covered by a thick tuft of fur that lead up to a line of hair leading to her belly button - a "happy trail." Her breasts were as small as he'd imagined, a small handful but perky with large, rock hard nipples that dented in slightly at the tip. The line of hair growing down from her chin ran to her neck, little hairs dotting out and around and then down the front of her chest and between her breasts, meeting the hair around her belly button. With another moan, one sounding nearly close to sexual, Kelly licked around her lips with a tongue too large for her mouth. "David..." She opened her beautiful eyes to stare at him. Her right hand was nearly as large as her left but there were no claws. She rubbed herself down her right breast, rocking slightly on her hips at the touch to her nipple and then down the new growth of fur on her stomach and into the thick hair around her pussy. David could smell her wetness mixed in with the other smells. It was intoxicating and his head swam from it all. Kelly made a slow circuit of her black lips with her dog-like tongue again, rubbing herself as she stared at David. And then, she leaned forward to fall to her hands and knees. "David," she moaned again. Her small breasts hung lightly in front of her as she held the position, again closing her eyes to sniff the air. The skin of her philtrum darkened and turned black above her lips. Kelly shook her head slowly side to side and whined slightly. The stub of her tail was longer now and completely covered in black fur. She arched her back up and then down, raising her ass in the air as hairs erupted around her back. She crawled to him, swaying her hips as she did. David was transfixed. One hand (clawed) and one knee, ass swishing and then the other hand (no claws) and other knee. Closer and closer until her head was inches away. Her eyes snapped open and she looked up at him. His heart was racing. The smell was intense. The smell of her wetness. The smell of her sweat. The other smells of her - the smells that made him think of the rich earth on the floor of a forest and exotic spices in a foreign market. Kelly lowered her head to his crotch, nearly purring as she nuzzled against him. Despite the scene in front of him, David was completely hard. He wanted to touch her but his hands wouldn't move. He watched as the little black and brown and honey colored hairs lengthened on her back, darkening as they did, growing down to cover her ass. She moaned, shuddering and nipping at his dick through his pants. She reached for his thighs with her right hand and he felt the tips of her claws cut into him. Looking down, he saw her already deadly looking nails turn black. It hurt where she cut into him but he still couldn't move. "Kelly," he said, uncertain. "Kelly, come back to me." Her heart shaped ass wriggled at the mention of her name and the tail flexed, growing longer. Finally, he reached down, gently holding her face and guiding it up. She closed her eyes and pushed against it, nuzzling his hand over and over. The heat from her body was intense and he could feel her jaw changing under his hand. She was so soft. With fur. He could feel the hairs that he couldn't see yet, just there at the surface and covering her cheek. "Kelly, no. This isn't right. This isn't right." He pushed back from her and her eyes cracked open again, watching him. David stood and grabbed a towel hanging near the bathroom door and reached for her. She stood for him and he was glad because he wasn't sure he could lift her. David wrapped Kelly in the towel. She was nearly as tall as he was now and the towel barely covered her body. When he gently pulled her hand, she followed and he led her to the couch in the living room. "Sit with me Kelly. I don't understand any of this but I can't just leave you like this. Sit with me." David sat at the end of the couch and pulled Kelly with him. She sat at his side in the middle of the couch and her eyes never left his face. She moved and the towel fell away, showing her sweat-soaked body. The fur lining her was matted with it and the smell was stronger than ever. He couldn't understand why it wasn't a bad smell. He'd had a dog as a child and wet dog smell was terrible. He reached for the towel to try to cover her again but she reached a thick-muscled right hand out to stop him. "No, David. It doesn't feel right any more. I don't want it." Her hand went to his thigh again, kneading at his flesh, scratching and massaging. David jerked under the pressure and strength and pain of it all. Her claws were like needles and he knew he had to be bleeding. "Kelly, this isn't right. This isn't you. Please. Please stop. I can't do this." She reached for his wrist and tugged him towards her leg, placing it there. His hand automatically rubbed along the smooth, hard surface of her thigh, reveling in the feel of the soft down of fur. She purred again, pulling his hand higher up her leg to her pussy but he yanked it away. "I can't. I can't, Kelly. I can't." She sighed and then moved, reaching her left leg around to straddle David's lap. "It's okay, David. It's me in here. It's me. Oh. Yes." Kelly's hips moved and he marveled at the weight of her - he was stuck while she grinded against him. David gripped his hands on the couch around him, trying to deny how incredibly turned on he was. "It's okay to touch me, David. You don't know what it's like. You don't know what this is like. Oh god. It feels so incredible, David. It makes everything so alive. Uh. Uh." She was pushing harder against him and he felt the cuts in his leg sting from the sweat coming from her body. Her breasts were directly in front of his face. Her small breasts on a nearly fur-less chest. He watched while her body rocked back and forth, muscles flexing as they grew and moved. The Coin The fur along her thighs grew even thicker but the sight of four black patches of skin along the sides of her completely hard stomach drew his attention. The skin puckered and twisted while he watched and tiny nipples sprouted out of her stomach. Kelly yelped and dug into the couch behind him, tearing and kneading at the cheap leather. The nipples doubled in size while the skin around toughened and turned into little areola and then out into small breasts. She pressed herself against his body, rubbing the new breasts against him. He felt the drag of all six nipples on his shirt and body. He couldn't breathe any more. She wasn't suffocating him but the smell and the sensations were too much. Time fractured around him. When David was younger, he dated a girl that smoke a lot of pot. He'd indulge every so often but he never liked how it messed with his short term memory loss. And, now, he was experiencing it again. He lived in chunks of time. His hands were on her ass now, large and so soft. Fingertips digging into her furry ass, spreading the cheeks and releasing the strong scent of her wet pussy every time he did it. Making it worse. Making time worse. (blink) Now his mouth was on one of her middle breasts and she was mewling as he sucked at it, ignoring the fur slowly growing in around it. Not caring how the hair got in his mouth as he licked and sucked at the slippery, salty nipple. (blink) Now she was panting and laying against him. So heavy. The room smelled heavily of sex and she was twitching. Her tail, longer and thicker now, lay against his leg. His shirt was off and he didn't remember taking it off. She was incredibly warm and soft against his chest. His hands explored the bumps and ridges of her strong back, taking tufts of fur in his fingers and twisting them gently. (blink) She was kneeling in front of him, tugging at his pants. Her four other breasts were half the size of her ... original? Tits. He laughed at the thought and then grimaced at the pain in his legs. The cuts burned. His hands were somehow on his buttons, trying to undo them for her. She smiled at him and her nose was black and pebbled, glistening wet in the light. Her teeth were nearly all sharp. (blink) Focus. (blink) Focus. (blink) FOCUS! He screamed at himself. And, he did. Time snapped back. He was completely naked on the couch and Kelly was still kneeling in front of him. His hands were in her hair, just running through the heavy strands over and over. Her ears crunched and grew around his fingers, lengthen to an even sharper point. She had a half muzzle now, and a full face of fur. His dick was in her hands. Paws. Thick black padding covered the bottoms of her furred paws and she was gently stroking his shaft, watching it as if hypnotized. "I neverrrr touched," Kelly rumbled at him. "I neeeverrrr touched one. Soft and small." She leaned forward and stuck her nose into the fold of his thigh and crotch. David jumped at the coldness of her nose. "You smell good. So good." Kelly's tongue rolled out of her muzzle and touched the bottom of his dick. Slowly, she ran her tongue up the length of him and around the tip of his cock. And then, almost nervously, she looked up at him. "Is that all rrrrright?" She asked. "Is it good?" David jumped at the feeling of her rough tongue sliding along the head of his dick but nodded, gripping her hair tightly. Pulling her back down. She went eagerly and her tongue nearly enveloped his dick, folding around his thickness. David reached down to idly scratch at the cuts in his leg but then he stopped. Hair. Fur. He looked down. Fur was growing along the cuts in his leg. Where Kelly had dug into his leg. Fur. On him. His fur. His - "Oh Jesus!" He screamed. Kelly had taken his entire dick into her mouth. She was incredibly warm and soft. She didn't even have to swallow to take all of him. Gently, she moved back and forth, sucking on his dick while David grabbed the side of her head, long wolf-like ears, hair and fur between his fingers. "Ah! Kelly! Oh fuck!" She stopped and looked at David anxiously again. "Is it good? Is it good, David?" He nodded, afraid to talk. He'd never experienced a blow job like it - it was a step away from the best sex he'd ever had. Her mouth was completely wet and soft and warm and she was so gently with her tongue. It rubbed and moved against him like it was alive. His leg flared up and brought him back again. It ached but not terribly. "I'm so hot, Kelly. I'm. Oh fuck, it's so hot in here. I'm burning up, Kelly. The window. Open the window. Please." He shook, panting to try to cool off. "David. Oh my beautiful David. You'rrrrre changing too. Look. Look at you, David." He looked. His dick was growing. Veins stood out and throbbed. The base of his dick above his balls ballooned out as his shaft grew and thickened. To either side of his cock, his legs had nearly double in size and his feet were cracking under the strain of his own change. He marveled at the lack of pain. Kelly whined and he looked up at her. She was rubbing herself hard while watching his dick grow up. "What... what is it, David? Seeing it like that... oh god. Seeing yourrrrrr... yourrrrrrrr dick. That knot. A dog's knot. A wolf's knot. Oh god, I want it. I want yourrrrr knot in me. I want it bad. Oh god. Oh god. I want you to fill me up. I want you to fuck me, David. I want... I want you to mount me. Rrrrrrrr." His dick was ludicrously large now. He didn't even know what size it was but if he bent over far enough, he could take it into his mouth. The knot at the base of his dick was the size of a tennis ball and, as he watched, fur grew in waves from his thighs to the base of his dick and around the thick skin under the knot. The head of his dick grew to a final, large point. Kelly was frantic, thick arms and padded fingers rubbing against her clit fiercely. He could smell her even more strongly now. Her need. "I... rrrr... Daarrrrrr... rrrrr...." Her mouth crunched and grew longer until it was a full wolf's muzzle, speckled with thick, short whiskers and auburn fur. His dick throbbed in front of her and she whined for it. David stood, unstead on his new legs. Looking down on Kelly. She arched her back, chest heaving and the skin around her top breasts grew, d-cups. More. Black fur grew from the new skin until all but her nipples were covered. She fondled herself as she rubbed her clit, pussy fur slick from sweat and her own orgasms. Two of his teeth fell to the ground but he didn't even notice as new fangs replaced them. "Show me yourrrrr ass, Kelly. I want to fuck you. I want to mount you." His jaw cracked around the words. She turned immediately and presented herself, spreading her thighs to show how wet she was. David stroked himself while he watched. The skin on the palms of his hands was rougher now but it felt good against his massive erection. He went to his knees behind Kelly and shoved his nose against her pussy, she was so warm against his wet, cold nose. His tongue, longer now, lashed out, tasting the thick wetness between her checks. He gripped her ass, pulling her cheeks farther apart as he sucked on her pussy, feeling her hips jerk and push back against him. He twisted his claws into her thick fur, feeling the way her proud tail swished against the tips of his ears. She moaned, growling low as his tongue penetrated her. She tasted like no other woman he'd ever had. He worked his tongue as deep into her as he could, feeling how soaked his face became from her juices. Feeling the wet, soaked fur around her cunt as she grunted from the way his tongue felt. He could take it no more. He stood again. Four tiny nipples stood at attention on his flat stomach, barely there until a wave of fur marched down his chest, covering all six of his small nipples. The sensation of the fur growing was as if someone was scratching deep into his body. It was almost sensual and he moaned quietly. Kelly knelt below him, completely covered in black and auburn fur, her human hair short and nearly lost on her wolf's head. Her ass was at least twice as large or more than when she was a human. Her entire body was far larger than when she was a human. Her long feet made for walking on the tips of her toes dig sharp claws into the carpet as she arched for him. Her heavy breasts rested against the floor and she turned her beautiful eyes to watch him. He knelt behind her. With his left hand, he held her ass cheeks open to him. With his right, he guided his massive cock to the jet black lips of her pussy. The clear, thick liquid around them gave off an intense, intoxicating smell that was now driving him mad. He pressed the head of his dick against those burning lips and they opened for him with a wet sucking sound. Kelly moaned, wanting to push back but waiting for him. She screamed when he pressed in, muscles never befire used for penetration now opening for her mate. He pressed deeper and she was nearly weeping from the pain but pushing back in need. David entered Kelly until his knot pressed against her pussy lips. Gently, David set his claws against the fur of Kelly's back and racked down her spine and off to her side. She shuddered, laying her head down on the ground. As changed as he was, as strong as he felt, he was still there. He still saw that shy little girl that kissed him goodnight. He looked down to his dick, buried inside of her. The way the knot split open her pussy lips even further. He pulled out and she yelped in pain. And then back in, slowly, stopping as the knot touched her. And then in again. Faster. She was panting now. Tearing pieces from the carpet with her nails. Grinding back against him as he pulled out, not wanting to let him go. The fur along her thighs lay flat and wet from her excitement. He pressed harder. Faster. The knot almost entered her. She was the tightest pussy he'd ever fucked and he felt the length of her against his cock. Out and she was moaning for more. In. Out. And then he slammed into her, growling with his need and she howled in pain, feet and hands scrabbling at the floor as his knot completely spread her wet, black-lipped cunt wide open. Her pussy surrounded his knot, greedily sucking it in and settling around him until he could barely pull it out. She whined and begged and he fucked her hard and fast with small movements while his knot stretched her opening over and over again. All six of her black nipples rubbed against the carpet until she picked herself up to her hands, pushing back hard against David now, tail up and back and out of his way. He gripped her waist and then changed his mind and raked hard down her back, drawing blood and making her growl and twist and shake from the feeling of it. She pushed harder and her breathing became erratic. David held her waist and used all of his new muscles to pound in and out of her as hard as he could. The knot slipped in and out several times as Kelly fell to the ground, unable to hold herself up from the onslaught. Her breath left her and the world went white from the firestorm in her belly as the orgasm rolled through her pussy, storming through her body and to the tips of her ears and toes. She couldn't breathe or scream or howl as every nerve in her body lit up. She tensed and then barely relaxed before tensing again. She wanted to beg David to stop. Beg him to fuck her harder. Plead with him to pull out because it was too much. He wouldn't. He didn't. His own breathing was ragged, growling, slamming into her now. Her wetness making sloppy sucking noises as he fucked her. Finally, he stopped, jerking to a halt. She felt the head of his dick swell. The knot of his dick swelled in time but refused to relax. She screamed now as another orgasm crashed through her - every ridge and bump and fold inside her tight cunt felt him swell and then the hot jet of his cum slammed into her cervix, filling every small space and then spurting out through the gaps of her pussy. And again. And again as David came inside of her. The smell of his cum made her delirious. The smell of their scents mixed made her want to bite and snap and rut like the fucking beast she was. She nearly lost her humanity to the electric storm in her lower stomach and the smell of them together. David collapsed on top of Kelly, panting with his tongue out. Kelly felt his tail fall to her side, resting against her hip. She couldn't catch her breath so she rolled him to the side and he followed her, dick still pressed deep inside her soaking wet cunt. A massive wet spot lay under her thigh but she ignored it. Her mind was full of everything. Him. Herself. The world around them. The possibilities. David's hand reached around to rest on her lower stomach while she lay against his other arm. His fingers played gently with the tuft of fur on her lower stomach. Gently, David licked her ear and made a "haruff" sound. Kelly pressed her sweat and cum soaked ass against her mate and he pressed deeper into her. David slowly pulled out of Kelly's pussy. He felt the way her pussy opened suddenly to allow his slightly shrunken knot to come out. Kelly jerked at the feeling, growling and moaning quietly. He licked her neck and air, burying his face in the thick fur on her neck. His dick stood thick and tall, throbbing in the air, still completely hard and covered in a thick white liquid. Kelly struggled up and pressed her cold black nose against his knot. His fingers found her hair and he stroked her gently as her long, thick tongue made a slow circle around the base of his cock. Slowly, she licked up, reaching a large paw to hold David carefully steady for her wet attention. She looked up, golden eyes meeting his own as her pink tongue worked around his dick, cleaning off both of their cum. Once clean, she lay back, adjusting her body so her tail lay down and to the side. Her furry breasts flattened slightly, jet black nipples (they were pink before) still completely hard. The fur of her stomach, legs and pussy was a darker color than the surround fur - slick and wet from their cum. She spread her muscled thighs, going to claw-tipped toes, holding her knees apart for him. David growled and went to his hands above her. The knot of his dick pressed against her hot pussy lips and he licked her face. Slowly, he worked down her body, stopping to work his tongue against all six nipples as she arched her back from the attention she received. And then, Kelly reached down, grabbing David's enormous cock. With her eyes on his face, she pressed the tip into her cunt and it spread eagerly for him. He entered her as a human. Slowly. Feeling the way her pussy gripped his cock, letting the knot settle against her lips before pulling back. And then again, rocking his hips back and forth as he leaned in to lick her neck, only barely wishing he could properly kiss her neck. She moaned, lifting herself in time to his rhythm, grunting and growling as the orgasm built in the pit of her stomach. Letting go of her knees, she brought a hand to her breasts, top and middle, tweaking and pulling at the nipples through her thick fur. Her muzzle worked, sharp teeth grinding as she growled and begged voicelessly for him. David gripped her suddenly tight and she felt his dick spasm. He came again, less than before but still his knotted dick swelled inside of her and her own orgasm followed. Her claws dug bloody ribbons under his shoulder blades and he roared from the pain and his orgasm until he collapsed on her shuddering form. Kelly bucked once, twice and then wrapped her arms tightly around her mate, gasping for air. The two lovers finally fell asleep as dawn spread its deep red arms across the world. They'd made love like humans, her on her back and him above. She'd ridden him, tail thumping against the edge of the bed while his claws dug into her back and her teeth cut into his shoulders. She'd cleaned him off every single time he came in her when he was finally able to pull his knot out. Kelly would never forget the way they tasted together - it sent her into a blissful haze and flashes of electricity danced along her tongue. ------------ When they woke mid-morning, they were human and soaked in sweat and cum and dried blood. Kelly lay against David's stomach, his arm across her small chest. She rubbed back against him, reveling in the way her naked flesh felt against his chest. "Are you hungry, love? I know this wonderful little diner that makes the best sandwiches." David smiled and made lazy circles against her skin with his fingers. "Wherever you want to go, sweetheart. I'm there with you." The Coin Collection Try to imagine this. You come home from work, park your car in the garage, and walk through the door that connects the house to the garage as you call out "Honey, I'm home." The door closes behind you before you see two men with guns and next to them you see your frightened wife tied to one of the swivel stools at the breakfast bar that separates the kitchen from the family room. She appears to be unhurt, but she has duct tape across her mouth. One of the men waves his gun at you and says: "Be quiet, listen, and do what we tell you to do and you will get out of this unhurt." That was the nightmare that I walked in on, but to understand what was going on you need to know the story that led up to it. +++++++++++++++ I met Annie when I stopped in at my insurance agency to talk to my agent. I had just acquired a 2009 series ten dollar gold coin which was graded MS 70 and I needed to add it to the insurance policy that I had on my collection. My great-grandfather had begun saving gold and silver coins because he did not trust paper currency and when he died he passed on his horde of gold and silver to my grandfather who added to it. When he died my dad got the collection and then it came to me. When Franklin Roosevelt ordered the confiscation of gold in 1933 my grandfather had said in effect "Fuck you!" and he had hidden the collection. My father had kept it hidden also, but he had started adding to it only by then it wasn't just coins he collected, it was gold. He added some krugerrands, Canadian gold Maple Leafs and even a British golden Crown that he had found somewhere and he moved the collection to a bank safe deposit box. Just before cancer took him he gave the collection to me and told me to keep quiet about it or it would come under some kind of tax and would also let the government know where it was. He had inherited my grandfather's fear of government confiscation. His position was that the government had done it once so it would be likely to do it again someday if the economy went to hell like it had during the Great Depression. I didn't suffer from the same paranoia so a year after my father died I had the collection appraised and then I insured it. While I didn't inherit dad's paranoia I did inherit the 'gold bug' and I started collecting gold coins. The collection I had was valued at just over two hundred thousand. I was leaving my agent's office when I saw Annie sitting at a desk and my heart started racing. She wasn't all that beautiful, but she had an aura about her -- an aura that said, "Take me, I'm yours" and I wanted to go over to her, throw her over my shoulder and run for my cave. I decided that I had to take the chance. I'd been shot down before and it hadn't killed me. I walked over to her desk and said: "Hi. My name is Rob Daltry and I just could not leave here without asking you to have a drink or a cup of coffee with me." "You are in luck Rob Daltry. I'm Annie and I have a thing for guys who go after what they want. I get off at four. I'll meet you out front." We hit it off and dated for the next six months and then I asked her to marry me and she said yes. ++++++++++++++++++++++ The next six years were among the happiest of my life. A wife I loved, a job that suited me just fine and then my perfect life came under attack. The company sent me to Salt Lake City for a week of training. The second day I was back I got off work and there was an envelope under the windshield wiper on the driver's side of my car. Inside the envelope were two photos that had obviously been taken by a cell phone camera and a typewritten note. The note said: "The man's name is Alan Pendergast and she left with him." The first photo showed Annie kissing the man and she had her arms around his neck and he had his hands on her ass. I recognized the setting. It was the Alhambra Lounge. The second one showed her with her tits out of her dress and the man's mouth on the left one. It was like a blow to my stomach. I staggered and then I threw up all over the side of the car. It took me several minutes to get myself under control. I opened the trunk and found a rag to clean my face and then I got into the car and headed for a gas station with a car wash. When I walked into the house Annie smiled and ran to me to take me in her arms. I pushed her away and when she asked, "What's wrong Rob" I dropped the note and the pictures on the breakfast bar and then just stood there looking at her. She looked from me to the breakfast bar and then she went over and looked at the pictures. Her hand flew to her mouth and she cried out: "Oh my God no; please God no" and she started crying and tears ran down her cheeks. "No Rob, no. I didn't Rob; honest to God I didn't. It isn't what it looks; I swear Rob, it isn't what it looks like. Please Rob. You have to believe me. You have to. You just have to." "How could it not be what I think Annie? That is you in the pictures." "No it isn't Rob; that isn't really me. That is a woman who was drunk out of her mind and who didn't know what she was doing and what was being done to her. The woman in those pictures was not only drunk; she had been drugged. That is not me Rob; that is not the real me." I loved Annie and I was sure that she loved me so I gave her a chance to tell me what had happened. Four of her girlfriends who knew that I was out of town asked Annie to meet them after work for drinks. They had dinner and then they hit a lounge where they happened to have live music. Naturally five attractive women drew male attention and men were asking them to dance and were buying them drinks. Annie, Cora and Carol were married and knew that they would be going home alone, but Sally and Martha were single and open to being picked up by the 'right' guy. They settled on two guys and the guys were invited to join the group at the table and then it snowballed as the guy's buddies came over and several tables got shoved together. Annie was kept on the dance floor and every time she came back to the table there was a fresh drink waiting for her and from the effect they were having on her she later came to believe that they were probably doubles. Somewhere along the way someone must have slipped something into one of her drinks. "I don't remember kissing that man Rob. I don't remember my breasts being bared. Some how I lost an hour or two. I remember being on the dance floor and then the next thing I remembered was Carol and Cora dragging me away from some guy who had me on the back seat of his car. Cora hit him with something and Carol was hollering that she was going to call the police. Carol wanted to take me to the hospital for a blood test to prove I was drugged so she could send the cops after the guy, bur Cora wouldn't let her." "Why in the hell not?" "It was at the same time that the girl up in Connecticut had been drugged and gang raped on the pool table in the bar and even though the guys were guilty their lawyer made the girl look like trash and Cora didn't want that to happen to me." "Did he fuck you?" "I don't think so. He had my panties off of me and I think he was just pushing into me when Carol and Cora got there. I can't swear for sure, but I don't think he actually fucked me." "Were you going to tell me about it?" She looked away from me and softly said, "No." "Why not?" "Because I was ashamed. Because I didn't want you to know how stupid I had been and behaved." "You behaved stupidly?" "I was out with my girlfriends to have a drink or two and relax and there was also the fact that I really didn't want to go home and be alone. When the men started moving in on our group I should have gotten up and left. I'm not naïve; I knew what they were hoping for. I knew that they weren't going to get it, but even so I should have gotten up and gone home. Instead I fell into that "Just one more and then I have got to go" mode and it kept on being "just one more." I felt so damned guilty the next morning. It was my own fault that I got into that situation and I didn't want you to ever know." I loved her; I trusted her and I could see how it happened so we put it behind us. Well, that wasn't strictly true. I have always been a strong believer of "Trust, but verify" and on separate occasions I 'ran across' Carol and Cora and thanked both of them for coming to Annie's aid. Cora said: "I'm just glad we got there in time to keep that asshole from actually doing Annie." Carol said, "I'm just sorry that I didn't have a knife with me. I would have cut the bastard's balls off." +++++++++++++++++ Once Annie and I had settled back into our relationship I started pressing her to start a family. Before we had married we had talked about kids and Annie had said that while she did want kids she wasn't in any hurry to tie herself down. "We need to go places and do things Rob. We need to spend some time enjoying each other before saddling ourselves with the huge responsibilities that children bring." When I started suggesting that it was time I could see that she was reluctant and she kept giving me reasons why it shouldn't be right away like: "If I get pregnant now I'll be going into the hot months of June, July and August seven, eight and nine months pregnant and I'd be miserable carrying all that weight in the heat.' A year went by and then it was Annie's twenty-eighth birthday. One of Annie's paid holidays was her birthday and normally I would arrange to have the day off so we could go somewhere and do something together, but that day I couldn't get off. I told Annie I would get off early and then take her to dinner and then a movie. It would be my last chance to take her out before I went on my weekend hunting trip. I left work at a quarter to four and was home by four-thirty. I'd stopped and gotten a dozen roses and a box of Annie's favorite chocolates and I had them in my hands as I walked from the garage into the house and my worst nightmare. ++++++++++++++++ Two men with guns were standing there. The dark haired one was standing next to Annie with his gun pointed at her head. The blond haired one had his pointed at me and he said: "Be quiet, listen, and do what we tell you and you will get out of this unhurt." He pointed at the stool next to Annie and said, "Sit." I put the flowers and candy down on the breakfast bar and sat down on the stool. I reached to pull the duct tape off of Annie's mouth and the dark haired man hit my hand hard with his gun and snarled: "Just sit there. You don't do nothing but sit there and listen." The blond man said, "You are going to go to your bank and clean out your safe deposit box and bring the contents here. Do not get cute and try to withhold any of the coins because we know exactly what you have in your collection. Once we have the coins you will be tied up next to your wife and once we have put enough distance between us the fire department will get an anonymous call. You will have one hour in which to do this. Understand me on this next part. What we have done with your wife is kidnapping and kidnapping is a Federal crime and it carries the death penalty. If you call the cops and they come running we will kill your wife. We have nothing to lose. Kidnapping or murder; it is the death penalty either way. Do be clear on that." I looked at Annie tied there on the stool and I saw her eyes beseeching me to help her. "One hour" the blond guy said. "One hour and one minute and you are not here we will be leaving and you won't like what you find when you do get back." Annie's eyes screamed at me, "Get me out of this Rob; please God get me out of this." "Hold on Annie" I said, "I'll do what they want." I hurried out of the house, got in my pick up truck and headed down the street. I turned the corner and parked. I got out and started walking back to the house. I could get there and get in the back door of the garage without being seen because there were no windows on the north side of the house. I didn't know how things would turn out; I might even be making a huge mistake, but I had to do what I was going to do. I was not stupid. If I did what they told me to do Annie and I were both dead anyway. They had not been wearing masks or hoods so Annie and I had both seen their faces and could identify them and they knew that. No; I go in and hand them the coin collection and say "Okay, now turn Annie loose" and they would laugh and say "So long sucker." A call to the cops would probably turn out the way they had predicted so it was going to be up to me to get us out of the mess. The one thing they would not expect would be me coming back at them. I let myself in the back door of the garage and went over to the pile of gear that I'd set out in the garage for my weekend hunting trip. I took the shotgun out of the gun case and loaded it. It was only birdshot, but in the enclosed space of the house and at short range it should more than do the job. Even so I was going to need a touch of luck. When I came through the door from the garage into the house I would need for both men to be away from Annie. From the door to where Annie was sitting it was only about seven feet. The shot pattern at that distance should still be pretty tight Possible scenarios flashed through my mind. Both men away from Annie and readily visible with the element of surprise in my favor I should be able to get a shot at both before they could react. Annie was on the stool which was high so you could eat off the breakfast bar. Annie was only five foot one so her feet would be at least two feet off the floor. If one was standing next to her I'd blast his ankles and that should take his legs out from under him and then I'd swing and take the other guy and then swing back to the asshole on the floor. Worst case would be if one or both were close to Annie and be where she was between us. Both men were tall and Annie was short, but she was up on that high stool and I didn't know if I could get away with going for head shots or not. A hundred things -- Shit! A thousand things -- could go wrong, but it was a case of damned if you do, damned if you don't. I made sure that the safety was off and then I moved to the door. I very carefully and slowly turned the knob and pushed the door open just a crack. I put my ear to the crack to see if sound would tell me where the two men were. I recognized the voice of the blond guy as he said: "Are you sure he will do it?" "Of course he will; he loves me." "I figure twenty minutes to get to the bank, ten to take care of business and twenty to get back. That about right?" "Give or take five minutes" Annie said. "That gives us enough time for a quickie" the dark haired man said. "Do me on the kitchen table." "Why?" "Because it is just the right height for your cock to get in my pussy while I suck on Andy standing next to us and if you do me hard and fast there will be enough time for both of you to do me before he gets back." "You've done it on the table before I take it." "A couple of times." "Your hubby likes doing you in the kitchen?" "He has never done me in the kitchen. In fact I've done it in every room in the house and on almost every piece of furniture, but he has only ever done me in the bedroom." The blond guy laughed and said, "God, but you are such a slut." "That's what attracted you to me wasn't it?" "Yeah, I guess it was." "Hubby have any idea of how big a slut you are?" "He caught me once, but I convinced him that it was only a one time thing and only happened because a guy got me drunk, drugged me and then took advantage of me." "He believed that?" "My two girl friends backed me up." "How did you manage that?" Annie laughed and said, "One was on the bed next to me with three guys and the other one was in the spare bedroom with two." "How long did you keep the guy around?" "He spent the whole week hubby was gone in my bed with me and I still see him from time to time." "How the hell do you get away with it?" "Like I said; he loves me." "But you don't love him." "He's a nice enough guy, but he isn't any good in bed and he keeps after me to have kids. I don't want any brats hanging onto me." "So what are you going to do with his life insurance and your share of the coins?" "I vaguely remember you saying something about going to Jamaica for a while and setting me up for a gangbang on a sandy beach." "Are you going to watch or leave the room?" "I don't want to watch, but please make it quick and as painless as you can. I don't want him to suffer." I heard the table legs skid on the floor and then the dark haired guy said: "I can't believe how hot and tight you are." Annie giggled and said, "Muscle control." The blond haired said, "Here honey; control this" and then he laughed and said, "I can't believe that she took half of it down her throat in one gulp" and the dark haired one said, "She was born to be a cocksucker." I'd heard enough. It was a set up. Annie had set me up. She had been lying to me for years. I had believed her when she told me about her 'one time' with Alan. I had believed her because I loved her and I had thought that she loved me, but quite obviously she didn't. And I didn't miss the part about "his life insurance" either. Annie had set me up to be killed. The sounds of Annie being fucked on the kitchen table faded as I quietly closed the door and hurried back to my pick up truck. I took out my cell and pushed the buttons for 9-1-1. "Fairview Emergency Response Center. What is the nature of your emergency?" I quickly explained that my wife was being held hostage and why and what I was expected to do to get her released. She took down my address, home phone number and cell phone number and then I described myself and my truck and told her I would wait for the police on the corner of Sunflower Way and Prairie Grass Lane. Seven minutes later two squad cars arrived and I started to describe the situation, but the officers told me to save it until the SWAT team arrived. Five minutes later the SWAT team arrived. They had aerial photos of the house, courtesy of Goggle Earth, and the SWAT team commander spread them out on my tailgate. I pointed out the places where they could approach the house without being seen, how they could get into the garage unobserved, described the two men and then explained the interior layout of the house. I told them about what the blond haired guy had said about what would happen if I called the cops and I saw two of the SWAT team members look at me with disgust and I could read their faces. They said: "What a fucking asshole. He chose his fucking money over his wife." I saw the looks change when the team commander said, "Anything else you can tell us." "It is obvious that they intended to kill both me and my wife when they got the collection. They weren't wearing masks or hoods so the wife and I both saw their faces and can identify them. To me that says they are stone assed killers and have done this before. You guys are the only shot I have at getting Annie out alive. Maybe I can go in the front door and while their attention is focused on me you guys can come across the back yard and take them from behind." My offer was refused as I knew it would be and then I was told to go sit in a squad car with one of the regular policemen and I understood that it was going to be his job to sit on me and make sure that I stayed out of the way. As I sat there I wondered how it would go down. Would the SWAT team assault the house using the element of surprise and if they did would Annie somehow end up as collateral damage? One could only hope. Would they call the assholes on the telephone and try to negotiate? If the two assholes were taken alive would they roll over on Annie? Would she be the one to roll over? Then I had a nasty thought. What if the two guys decided that they were toast any way it went and decided to do the 'gentlemanly thing' and not give up Annie? She would get a free pass and keep on pretending to be my loving wife. What would I do then? Too fucking bad I didn't have a tape recorder with me when I was listening in on them. The Coin Collection So back to what would I do if the assholes gave up and didn't roll over on Annie? I had no proof of Annie's involvement and that meant the only way I could get her out of my life would be to divorce her. That would mean an asset split of fifty/fifty and I would probably end up having to pay alimony. To a woman who had set me up to die? No fucking way! I'd kill her before I would let that happen and I'd make damned sure that she knew why I was doing it. Naturally since my worst case scenario was the one that let Annie walk it was the one that I got. ++++++++++++++++++++ Three hours after the SWAT team arrived the two assholes came out of the house with their arms up and their hands clasped behind their heads. As they were being put in the back of police cars the blond guy looked my way and I waved at him. The SWAT team commander came up to me and said: "Your wife is okay. Just a little shook up, but some TLC should take care of her." He turned to leave and I said, "There is one more thing." He turned back to me and I said, "They weren't in this alone. Someone had to tell them about the coin collection. I know damned well that they didn't walk around town asking people for information on who had coin collections. And the blond one said something that was quite telling. He told me not to bother holding anything back as they had a list of what was in the collection. I'll sit down and make a list of everyone that I know who knows what I have in my box at the bank. I'll bet that those yahoos you just cuffed will give their informant up if you play it right." He looked at me for a second and then said, "Get your list to Captain Meyer as soon as you can" and then he left. I went into the house to face a distraught and very pissed off Annie. Instead of throwing herself into my arms she scowled at me and snarled: "You bastard! They told you they would kill me if you called the police and you called them anyway." "It was a chance I had to take." "A chance you had to take? That was my fucking life you took a chance with, not yours." "It was the only chance I had of saving your life. The moment those assholes had what they were after we were both dead. If they were going to let us go they would have worn masks, hoods or some kind of disguise. They didn't and so we saw their faces and could describe them and they knew it. Calling the cops was the only way I had of saving you. The only other thing I could think of doing was to get the stuff and hide it and then come in and tell them to let you go and then I'd tell them where the stuff was and then I realized I couldn't do that. All they would have had to do was grab a knife and start carving on you and I would have given in." I almost barfed when I said, "You are just too precious to me for me to even think of letting them hurt you." "Oh my God Rob; you're right. I never even thought of that." The girl had missed her calling. She was wasted as a secretary; she should have been on the Broadway stage or in the movies. She burst into tears and ran from the room which was just as well since I'm not sure that I could have held in what I was holding in if she had stayed in the room with me. I grabbed the Yellow Pages and went out into the garage. A phone call and a credit card number and things were taken care of. When I had dinner ready I called her and got: "I'm too nervous Rob; I couldn't hold anything down. I need to soak in the tub and see if I can relax" which was slut code for "I need to clean those two out of me and off of me before you maybe see something that might give you a clue." When I walked into the bathroom while she was still in the tub and said, "Time for bed sweetheart" I got "I need to be alone for a bit Rob; I'm going to sleep in the spare bedroom tonight." That was slut code for "It has only been a couple of hours since those two fucked me and I might still be too loose' which was just as well since I didn't want the whore touching me anyway. I laid awake a long time thinking about my wife and my marriage. I had honestly thought my wife loved me. God knows she certainly acted as if she did. I did know that I had loved her enough to put what she had convinced me was a one time mistake with Alan behind me. Perhaps if I had loved her a little less my eyes would have been open enough for me to see things that might have told me that all wasn't right. Tuesday morning I made sure that I was up and out of the house before Annie woke up and came downstairs. I was going to need the day to get myself psyched up enough to pretend to be a loving husband until I could come up with a way to get rid of her. I was going to have to be as good at acting as if I adored her as she was at acting as if she loved me. After hearing what I'd heard at the cracked open door I wanted to kill the bitch and yes, love could die just that fast, especially when the one you love is fucking some one else and plotting your death. I wanted the bitch to die an agonizing death and I wanted to be looking her right in the eye when it happened, but I didn't want to spend the rest of my life in jail so I needed to find some other way to get rid of her. It was during my afternoon coffee break that the idea came to me. I would need Annie's help to make it work and all I could do was cross my fingers and hope that she would cooperate. Part of the plan was already in motion, but when I put it in motion I didn't have a plan just a need to know. ++++++++++++++++++++++ After work I swung by police headquarters and asked for Captain Meyer. He knew who I was and why I was there so he must have talked to the SWAT team commander. He asked me if I had the list he'd been told about and I handed it to him as I said: "I've gone over the list a dozen times and I can't bring myself to believe that any one of them is involved. Christ, it would be easier to believe that it was my wife rather than anyone else on that list. But the sad fact remains that it had to be somebody." "Well sir, we will check it out. We may just turn up a link between someone on the list and one of the two men. Oh, by the way, we need for you to give us a formal written statement and your wife needs to come down and give us one also." "I'll tell her as soon as I get home. As long as I'm here can I give mine now?" He turned me over to a detective; I gave my statement, waited while it was typed up and then I signed it and headed for home. Normally I get home from work before Annie, but because of my visit to police headquarters she beat me home. "Where have you been?" "Talking to the police. I had to give them a written statement on what happened yesterday and they told me that they need you to come down so they can get one from you. After I signed my statement I spent some time going over my list with Detective Arnold." "List? What list?" "I gave them a list of people who knew about the deposit box and what was in it. Those two had to have gotten their information from someone. The cops are going to look for that third person." I might have imagined it, but I thought I saw a faint trace of worry flash across her face and I wondered again at the conversations that must have taken place between Annie and the two men while they were in the house surrounded by the police and negotiating with them on the phone. What promises were made? And to whom by whom? Annie told me dinner was ready and over dinner she told me about her day at work and how she had been a minor celebrity. It seems that one of the SWAT team cops was a cousin of one of the girls that Annie worked with and the cousin had called her with the story. "It's a wonder that anything got done at all since it seemed like everyone was crowded around my desk most of the day wanting to hear the story. Brad even took me to lunch." Brad was her boss and I had never liked the arrogant son of a bitch. Annie prattled on and on and I didn't say much; just sat there and dreaded having to climb into the bed with the whore at bedtime, but unless she pulled the "I need to be alone" bit again climbing in bed with her was something I was going to have to do. I needed her to keep thinking that things were fine between us. It is amazing how quickly a blow job can chase away dread. We were no sooner into bed when her hand went for my cock and before I could say that I didn't really feel like making love that night her mouth had replaced her hand and about then my thinking changed one hundred and eighty degrees to "I better take all of this I can get because when she is gone I have no idea how long it will take to replace her." When she took her mouth off me and mounted me cowgirl style she bounced around and did most of the work and when I came she surprised me by going down on me again. She nursed on me for a while and then she stopped long enough to say: "I don't know why, but after yesterday I'm so glad to be alive that it is making me horny as hell." She got me up hard again and I rolled her over and rode her hard to two orgasms before having my own and as I pulled out of her I thought: "Not bad for some one who isn't worth a shit in the bedroom." The surprises weren't over. She woke me with a blow job in the morning -- the first in years -- and then she pulled me on top of her and that morning I was an hour late for work. As I worked I wondered what was going on with Annie. I would have called our sex life good. We made love at least three times a week, but rarely more than one time except for weekends. When we made love on weekends we would usually go twice, but the previous night Annie was damned near insatiable. For us to go twice and then follow it up in the morning with another was unheard of for us. Annie's telling me that after "her ordeal" she was so glad to be alive that it was making her horny was just so much bullshit. She was never in danger and she knew it so what WAS making her so horny? Was it the fact that she was fucking a man she had expected to be dead? Was she turned on by the knowledge that the two men who had just fucked her were just waiting with itchy trigger fingers to kill me when I walked back into the house? I doubted that I would ever know. That night and Thursday morning were a repeat of Tuesday night and Wednesday morning only that time I wasn't late for work. Thursday night was Annie's standing night to play cards with several of her sorority friends from college, but after what took place on Monday I doubted very much that Annie ever saw a deck of cards on Thursday night. I didn't doubt that she was playing, but I'd bet my life that it wasn't cards. I was not in the habit of waiting up for her so I was surprised that when she got home she woke me with a blow job and then mounted me. I couldn't tell if she had 'played' or not, but then why would I have been able to? Based on what I'd heard at the door I didn't know if on any given day I had ever been the first in her cunt. She wasn't sloppy wet so if she had been fucked before coming home a rubber must have been used or she carried stuff with her to douche. There was no wake up sex on Friday morning and at one o'clock on Friday afternoon I got the call that I had been waiting for and I left work early and went to meet with the private detective I'd called from my garage on Monday. He told me just what I had hoped to hear. I left work early and by four o'clock I had emptied out the checking and savings account and had removed everything from our shared safe deposit box and moved them to the box that held my coin collection. I cancelled every credit card that we had that would allow cash advances, but left the ones that wouldn't give cash in place incase Annie stopped for gas ore to buy something from the store. Annie was home when I got there and she was fixing dinner. Twenty minutes after I got home the phone rang, Annie answered and then told me that the call was for me. I took the phone, said hello and then listened for a bit before saying: "That's great. I'll be right down." I hung up and Annie asked, "Who was that?" "Detective Arnold. One of the guys who tried to hold us up has agreed to turn state's evidence in exchange for the prosecutor not going for the death penalty. He is going to give up the person who told them about my deposit box and what was in it. I want to be there to hear just which of my friends was willing to see me killed just to get a share of what was in the box. You want to come with me?" "No thanks. I'm trying to put that day out of my life." "Don't wait dinner on me. I have no idea how long I will be gone." I left the house and drove down the street, turned the corner and then turned onto the street directly behind us. I parked, made my way to where I could watch our house from behind Mrs. Frank's bushes. The call had been from my private detective and it had been prearranged to set up Annie. It was a gamble. I hoped what I'd told her would shake her up too much for her to stop and consider that the police wouldn't call me and tell me what I'd told her. They wouldn't tell me anything until they had confessions on paper and signed and then and only then would I have been told what had gone down. I was betting that Annie would be packing as soon as she saw me going down the street and that she would be out of the house and gone before I even had time to get to the police station, Twenty-five minutes after I had taken position behind Mrs. Frank's bushes the garage door opened and Annie backed down the drive and headed for town. If she hurried she still had time to get to the bank before the lobby closed, but even if something happened to keep her from getting there while it was still open there was the drive-thru window that was open an hour later than the lobby. But regardless of when she got to the bank she was going to be very pissed. I just wished I could see her face when she found out that she couldn't get a dime for running money. She would hit a couple of ATMs and find her cards wouldn't work. All she would have was whatever she had in her purse, whatever she had packed, a Visa, a Discover card and a couple of gasoline credit cards and they would only be good for as long as it took me to go back into the house and get on the phone and cancel them. She would also have her car, but she would have to get rid of it because she knew that once she was ratted out I would give the police a description of her car and her plate numbers. I got my car and went on home. The bedroom was a mess. Annie had just pulled out the drawers and dumped then on the floor and on the bed as she looked for what she wanted to take with her. Her side of the walk in closet was almost empty and none of her toiletries were in the bathroom. I never did find a goodbye note. +++++++++++++++++ Epilog The two men claimed that it was all a joke that Annie had asked them to help her pull off. The police and the prosecutor knew it was bullshit, but without Annie there to testify they were able to pull it off partially. They had threatened me with guns and they hadn't said "Whoa up there, it is all a joke" when the police came on the scene so there were fourteen charges brought against them that the DA refused to plea down on. One of the charges was "Felony Menacing" and that charge alone was worth three to five. The jury found them guilty of eight of the ten charges and they are now doing fifteen years in the state prison. I took the PI report to an attorney and knowing that I had attorney/client privilege I told him the whole story and asked him what my best options were as far as a divorce was concerned and he told me that the best thing was to do nothing for the time being. He told me to wait a year and hope not to hear from her or find out where she was and then I could claim desertion and abandonment and all it would cost me were attorney's fees and court costs. I have no idea of how many men Annie stabbed me in the back with and so most of them got away with it. Four did not. Two of them were guests of the state for the next fifteen years and two more had their lives ruined by me. The PI report showed that Annie took long lunches with her boss at the Days Inn on Fremont Street. Brad's wife got a very grim look on her face when I shared the PI's report with her and in the divorce she got the gold mine and he got the shaft. I had already reported my wife as missing at the time of the two men's trial. By then the police and I had both decided that Annie was probably the one who gave the two men the deposit box information and that she had run because she was sure the two men would roll over on her for reduced sentences (they never did). Finally, saying that I had held it back because I loved her and wanted to give her another chance, I took the PI report to the police and pointed out that Brad had been the last person that Annie was known to be with. I leaked the story to the papers that the last time she had been seen alive was when she and Brad had walked into room 114 at the Days Inn at twelve noon on the day she disappeared. By the time the news media got done with the story Brad was branded in everyone's eyes as a killer who had managed to get away with it. According to the PI report Thursday evening Annie drove to the Motel 6 on Addison and waited in the parking lot until a late model Chevy Suburban drove up and parked next to her. She got out of her car and walked over and embraced the man when he got out of his and they walked hand in hand to room 137. Apparently the room had already been prearranged as they walked right in. They came out four hours later and the PI followed the man home. George Martin was the pastor of the First Baptist Church and he was married and had three children. At least he was all of those things until I shared the PI's report with Mrs. Martin and then I leaked the information to the news media while they were still in the middle of the feeding frenzy on Brad Brown and Annie's disappearance and Martin was ruined. Naturally I was a 'person of interest' in the disappearance of Annie and I'm sure the police looked long and hard at me (and still may be for all I know), but my story was that I had suspected Annie of cheating and had put the private detective on her. I confronted her with the report and when I got home from work the next day she was gone and I never saw her again. I never heard from Annie again and following my attorney's advice I waited a year and then filed for divorce on grounds of desertion. The divorce is final today. The Coin Flip Ep. 01 Craig and Larry had not slept at all the night before; there was just too much anticipation, too much repressed worry. All they could think about was today and what would happen, because they both knew it was the most important day of their lives, and the day would even contain the most important second of their lives. For weeks, the two men had restlessly counted the days and convinced themselves that fate and luck would be on their side. They both fully believed they would win the coin flip, and they both believed losing was impossible, with the alternative possibility being unthinkable. They both walked up the road toward the grand palace, not saying a word or looking at each other, not even wanting to know the other. There would be plenty of time to deal with other man later. They both thought about how great it would be to live in such a magnificent place, and they referred to it in their minds as a pleasure palace. The probability that the palace had a fifty percent chance of being their eternal hell was kept conveniently in the back of their heads, but the fact kept trying to surface. Craig and Larry just wanted to get the coin flip out of the way, in order to end the horrid possibility. Once they had won the toss, the worry would seem such a distant memory, and they would never have to be stressed again. As they walked along the path, they saw beautiful gardens and fountains on both sides, spreading out as far as they could see. Then they both could see the swimming pool for the first time, with its giant hot tub and flowing waterfall, and curvy water slide. It was a splendid pool indeed, but it was what was around the pool that caught the eye of both Craig and Larry, about twenty beautiful young girls, all completely naked, all perfect tens. When they saw Craig and Larry walking up the road, they all turned toward the two, smiling and waving hello. One of the girls said, "You must be Craig and Larry. Glad to meet you. Just go up to the front door and knock. A troll named Mortimer is expecting you. He's going to give you a tour of the palace, and then do the coin toss. Good luck and hope to see you soon." Craig and Larry both waved back and continued to walk toward the palace, both wanting to get the coin flip over. Once they reached the front door, they both knocked. A troll opened the door and said, "Hello My name's Mortimer. You must be Craig and Larry. You must be here for the flip. Come on in" The inside of the palace was just as opulent as the outside, even more so. The first thing Craig and Larry witnessed was a large open atrium-like space, with a ceiling a hundred feet high, with three floors visible on each side. It appeared to be about the size of three soccer fields at the base. An elevated moving sidewalk curled around the center of the room, resembling a wide flat escalator. Large fountains could be seen scattered throughout, with many beautiful works of art. The floor was made of white marble and the walls appeared as gold and silver. On the back side of the palace, a row of arched doors stretched along, leading to the back. Throughout the view, many statues could be seen, all of the same gorgeous male body. However, the best thing within the palace was the beautiful girls, appearing just the same as at the pool. They were all completely naked and shaved, except for the hair on their heads and a square well-groomed patch just below their belly buttons. They had long hair, in all different colors, some wearing it straight, some in ponytails. All the girls had the exact same body type; petite, tight waists, flat stomachs, small but perfectly rounded butts, and long slender arms and legs, and not to forget the round perky boobs, shaved twats, and fresh, beautiful faces. In all their lives, Craig and Larry had never seen a girl as beautiful as any of these sexy creatures, not even close. They laid all around, on couches, beds, pillows, and chaise lounges that were scattered throughout, with a few frolicking too, and with miserable slaves all around waiting on them and fanning them. When they first saw Craig and Larry enter, the girls all got up and began to wave, just like the girls at the pool. "I bet you're both excited," said Mortimer. "We know just how you like them. The greatest thing about these hotties is that we stopped the aging process at eighteen. Eighteen is a very good age. Wouldn't you agree?" Craig and Larry both nodded, with their tongues almost hanging out and grins on their faces, thinking of the fun to come. "I know you're probably both wanting to get to the coin toss, but I want to show you a few things first. Don't worry. It won't take long." Mortimer took the men up to the second floor, up the escalator- like stairway and into a room, one of only hundreds of rooms within the palace. At the center stood two human bodies, both appearing to be alive but without any movement. One body was a gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous male body, the kind that would stand out and dominate a room even among a million people, as if it was the only body in the world, the kind of body a person couldn't look away. The other body was squat and ugly, with a receding hairline and a hump on its back and also deformedly hunched over, the kind of body a person would ignore or make fun of, and it looked even lowlier next to the magnificence of the other body. "Gentlemen, I believe you both know what this is. I give you the stud and the dud. One body is for pleasure, the other pain. One is a God, the other a slave," said Mortimer as he laughed. The stud body was muscular and lean and ripped, with every muscle seeming to be the ideal size and proportion, without a single ounce of fat, and standing about six foot and five inches tall. The body was completely naked except for a thick necklace of gold with a red ruby and a pair of white, leather boots, resembling a pair of women's gogo boots, but without the high heels and looking much more comfortable. The body was impeccable tanned and groomed, with short brown hair, hazel eyes, and strikingly chiseled handsome face. The body was complete smooth and shaved, except for on its head and also a well kempt and trimmed pubic bush. However, what caught Craig and Larry's eyes the most was the stud body's dick and butt. "I see you notice the stud's dick and butt, gentlemen," said Mortimer. "Well you should. Well you should. I believe the butt is the most gorgeous part of the body. I believe the girls will like it best. But of course, it is the dick that will provide the most fun." Both the dick and butt were stunning, absolutely stunning eye candy of male gorgeousness. The dick was a work of art in itself; it was about fourteen inches long and as thick and as rounded as a fully-grown and well-fed cobra. At its base, two huge balls hung freely, both the about the size of tennis balls. A symmetrically shaped shaft stood straight up, as straight as a pole, with a large purple head at the top about the size of a mature ripe plum, and rested against the stud's chiseled upper abs, just below the firm pecs. Craig and Larry began to fantasize about all the fun they would have with such a dick. Mortimer said, "I mean. I have not taken a poll or anything. Some girls will love the dick the best, but like I said, the butt will be most favorite. I mean, if they have to choose one or the other, if they can't choose both as a favorite. I could see how they may be torn." The butt was even more impressive than the dick, at least Craig and Larry thought so. It simply was a level of exquisiteness that would take anyone and everyone's breath away, with its rounded and goldenly tanned and seemingly padded cheeks showing below the slender waist. Both men had developed hard-ons ever since seeing the girls at the pool, but seeing the stud's butt gave them a new level of horniness, even though both were straight. "We specially designed the stud body for pleasure," said Mortimer. "And I don't mean just everyday pleasure. I mean beyond imagination pleasure. Once in the stud body, you will experience a feeling of ecstasy and power like nobody in existence ever has, and I mean nobody. The stud will feel pleasure beyond even the comprehension of every other soul. And it will be continuous for the rest of eternity. The pleasure will never stop. One of you will be a very lucky man, a very lucky man indeed." Mortimer then walked over to the dud body, only a few feet away. Both men had tried to keep their eyes and mind off the pitiful specimen, but it was clear Mortimer was going to bring it up. "And of course, the dud body. One of you will be in this body for eternity. We specially designed this body for pain and misery. I have to admit, it wasn't as fun to make as the stud body, but it is just as necessary. You see, every pleasure has its pain, every power has its frustration, every stud has a price. But like I always say, why should the same person that takes and receives be the one who pays the price? Wouldn't you both agree?" Craig and Larry again shook their heads. The dud body was almost the complete opposite of the stud. It was about half as tall. It was as ugly and unattractive as the stud was gorgeous. It was fully clothed in terribly uncomfortable clothing that appeared to be wrapping like a mummy, as opposed to the stud body that was naked. It was as white and pasty as the stud was tan, and as mousey as the stud body was arrogant looking and confident. The dud also had no butt to speak of at all, which of course was probably one of the most striking differences. But it was what was or what wasn't under the clothing that was the biggest or not biggest thing. It was the dick or the lack of dick. "I would show you the dud's dick, but we would need a microscope," said Mortimer as girls laughed in the distance. Some of them had been eavesdropping on the conversation, hidden just out of sight. "I assure you its very piddly indeed. The whole thing is about the size of a walnut, and I mean everything from the balls to the head. But it does get horny, and I mean horny. In fact, it will probably be horny for eternity. You see, the one that gets the dud body will not be able to get to it. Never. The dud will not be able to play with it or touch it. It will be buried under the clothes, in its own little hell if you will. The suffering from the pain will be one thing, but to be horny forever is another." "Oh look at the time," said Mortimer as he looked at his watch. "I wanted to show you some more things, such as the throne room and pleasure barge, but we haven't the time. I do, however, want to show you one more thing. If you will follow me gentlemen." Mortimer took Craig and Larry to a room on the first level. As the three approached the center of the room, a large hole could be seen in the floor, roughly thirty feet across. As Craig and Larry neared the hole, they could hear a strange and ghostly noise coming from the blackness. At first, they did not know what exactly the noise was, but as they came closer, they knew. It was the sound of thousands of suffering slaves, thousands of souls, screaming in pain. "The sexual ecstasy experienced by the stud doesn't come cheap. Like I said earlier, it comes with a price. In this case, about five thousand suffering souls," said Mortimer. "Now gentlemen, it's time. Time for the coin flip." Mortimer pointed behind them at a full bodied mirror. "Please stand in front and gaze at your reflections. I will flip the coin and catch it and then say whether it is heads or tails. You both should know the drill," said Mortimer. "Larry, you will be heads. Craig you will be tails. I will then say who won. The transformation will then take place as you look in the mirror." Both men were still horny, but now the anticipation of the coin flip brought on an excitement and nervousness never experience before by either. They both could feel the adrenaline rushing through their bodies and could hardly breathe. Their tongues even felt larger. And as a group of about twenty girls frolicked into the room to watch the toss, the two men became even more eager, even more excited. Please just flip the coin they both thought to themselves. Just get it over with for good, so the fun can begin. Another troll entered the room and approached Mortimer. "I have the coin sir," the other troll said. "This is Moloch," said Mortimer. "He is responsible for the misery here. One of you will get to know him very well." He then said, "Now gentlemen, please stand before the mirror, if you will." Craig and Larry both stood and gazed at the mirror with eagerness. They both knew that the most important moment of their lives was about to come. It would even be the most important moment of their existence. "Before I flip the coin, just remember what's at stake. The decision is for eternity. If you win, you will live an eternity of pleasure and power, getting everything a horny and selfish man could possibly want and desire. If you lose, the pain and misery will never end," said Mortimer. He then added, "Everything depends on this coin flip, and I mean everything. If you win, every second will be sexual ecstasy that never ends. You will thank every second that you exist, with pleasure and fun beyond conception. If you lose, every second will be torment, utterly extreme torment. You will curse every second that you exist. You will wonder how you will even tolerate the next five seconds, much less eternity. Misery beyond comprehension, and you will feel extreme jealousy toward the winner and loathing toward yourself. I ask you both the last time, do you both agree?" Both Craig and Larry said yes. Mortimer said, "prepare for the flip. I will toss on the count of three. One. Two. Three." Mortimer then tossed the coin high into the air, as a heavy ping sound was heard, and caught it on the back of his hand. He then looked at the coin and paused for effect. "Gentlemen. We have a winner." "It is tails. Craig wins." When Mortimer said the name, Craig instantly saw his body turn into the stud body, and Larry into the body of the dud. There was a split second that neither man knew whether they had won, but it soon became clear to both of them, victoriously clear to Craig and hopelessly clear to Larry. Craig screamed in victory. Larry uncontrollably fell to his knees. Craig felt a feeling of pleasure and power all over his beautiful new body, an orgasmic feeling from head to toe, from dick to butt. He never knew a person could feel such intense pleasure; it was completely overwhelming the bliss Craig felt, as he wiggled his butt up and down so his dick would pop against his belly. A dozen girls ran toward Craig to congratulate him and to take his pleasure to the next level. Two of the girls had fans and began to fan him. The other girls all hopped up and down around their new master, a few rubbing up against him with their butts, with two girls rubbing their double ass cheeks against Craig's ass, one girl on each cheek. Craig couldn't wait anymore. He pointed to two hot girls and commanded, "You two, pleasure me dick. Pleasure me Dick" As his dick was pleasured, as the girls soft hands stroked up and down on his long shaft and purple head, Craig gave a victory scream, "Thank shit I'm me!" The girls started cheering, " Go Craig! Go Craig! Go Craig! Go Craig! Go Craig! Go Craig! " But only a few feet away, another feeling could be felt. When Larry first knew that he had lost and would spend eternity in misery, he fell to the floor in panic and overwhelming terror, the worst second of his life. Pain shot though his body, along with a sinking feeling of intense depression and longing and hopelessness. Only a minute before, Larry had the possibility of eternal bliss, but all hope had been lost in the time it took to flip a coin. The thought of the never-ending suffering to come was too much to bear. He screamed, "Woe is me. Woe is me." "Throw this ugly dud into the fire pit," said Craig. "I want to see him suffer." Two trolls grabbed Larry and dragged him to the pit. He began to scream in terror, trying to break free but unable to do so. The trolls then threw him into the hole. It was only about sixty feet down, and as he hit the flames, he felt even more pain than before, much more, as if every pain cell in his body was turned inside out and twisted. He felt as if he was literally on fire, and his screaming grew louder. As Larry tried to fight through the flames and just get to one more second, he looked up and saw Craig on the edge of the hole, laughing a sadistic laugh, while two hot girls stroked his dick. Craig could see the dud Larry down below, with all the other suffering souls in the pit, all appearing as nothing more than wiggling worms caught on a hook and dipped upon a flame. To Craig, the misery seemed so far away. For ten minutes, the girls stroked the cock and Craig wiggled his butt up and down, until the dick shot off, not shooting off once but six times in secession, like no dick had ever done before. With each shot, Craig screamed in pleasure, "Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!" Even after shooting such a powerful load, Craig's dick stayed just as hard, just as horny. Both Craig and Larry both knew the stud body was no normal body and Craig's dick was not a normal dick. "Let's go my hotties to the bedroom and have a night of fun. Perhaps a hot bath. And just think, pleasure will go on and on and on. I never knew such pleasure was possible. Thank shit I'm me, " said Craig as he and the girls pranced away. Down in the pit, Larry could see Craig beautiful butt frolicking away, flanked by the beautiful girls. Down in the flames, Craig and his gratification seemed so far away. Once more off in the distance, he heard Craig scream in pleasure. Mortimer had been correct, the dud's dick did get horny, extremely horny, a horny without any hope of relief, but it was a different kind of horny, a depressed horny, a frustrated horny. It was the kind of hard-on a man gets when he loses a girl to another guy, or is shot down by a woman in a bar only to see another man score, or realizes he is the ugliest man in a room. It could have been him Larry thought. It could have been him with the girls. It could have been him starting a new life of luxury, with no care in the world but sex and pleasure and luxury and power. It could have been him, he thought to himself between the gnashing of his teeth, and the burning of the fire. The Dud Larry then thought of the Stud Craig, and began to cry inconsolably. To Be Continued. The Coin Pt. 01 I walked into La Mer with mixed feelings—I had just lost my job or, rather, I had just been "laid off" due to the recession. I tried not to focus on that as I searched the five star restaurant's large dining room. I tried to focus on the anniversary I was about to celebrate (even if I couldn't really afford it any more), and the good deed that I had done on my way over. In the corner of my eye I caught the blur of a waving hand, I turned and saw Ann. 'Saw' probably isn't the right word. 'Inhaled' is probably better. Dressed in a blue silk dress, with a deeply scalloped neckline revealing a hint of her beautifully proportioned B-cup breasts, black hair done up in a tight bun, crystal blue eyes outlined with just the faintest hint of mascara, with her firm lips painted a faint pink. She was a force of nature. Her bare arms were pale, muscular, and supple. Following down from the hem of her dress revealed two perfectly sculpted thighs, toned calves, and delicate ankles wrapped in a black pair of understated stiletto heels. She filled the room with her beauty. And boy was I lucky to have her. Focus on this, I thought. This is good. "Hey babe." I said as I dodged through tables and wait staff to get to our secluded table in the corner of the room. When I finally reached her I wrapped her in a long embrace, deeply inhaling her lilac and vanilla perfume before kissing her firmly on the lips. When I finally came up for air I saw that Amy was flushed, out of breath, and opening her eyes as if coming out of a daze. Her eyes cleared quickly however and with an awkward little laugh she tried to usher us back into proper decorum. "It's good to see you too..." She gave a small little laugh as she motioned me to sit. "I've taken the liberty of ordering us our usuals and some white wine. I've already had half a glass, but I'd like your opinion. Here have a taste." She proffered her glass as we both took our seats. The wine tasted...good? I've never really had a sense for any kinds of alcohol, Amy, however, was a real connoisseur. "Excellent choice?" I guessed raising an eyebrow. Sometimes Amy ordered a "weaker" vintage to see if I could tell the difference. It was a little game we played. She loved chiding me, "You can't tell the difference between a Vosne-Romanee and a Campo Viejo Rioja, but you can easily taste the difference between Pepsi and Coke?" "I couldn't agree more. Good boy." She flashed a smile and favored me with a wink. "How was your day? Anything interesting happen?" "Well, I did save this old woman." I then began relaying the story of how, on my way home from being "restructured" out of a job (though I left that part out) I found and old woman carrying groceries across the street. The bag had broken and the woman had frantically tried to recapture all of her lost produce with her hands, but inevitably each time she picked something up something else would fall out. She was so preoccupied with rescuing her fruit that she didn't notice the big rig plowing down the road towards her. I tried to yell at the big rig, wave my arms, do anything to get its attention but for some reason the driver was completely unaware. So, I did the only thing I could—I ran into the road scooped up the old woman (she was very light) and ran to the other side of the road. I felt the whoosh of air flaring the back of my hair. But I had made it. I set the shocked woman down and went into the street to collect whatever I could. I made a makeshift bag out of my shirt and offered it to her. 'Thank you, young man!' She had said in a voice that creaked with age. 'It's nice to see that some acts of kindness remain in the world.' I smiled at that, it felt good to make someone else's day better; especially after mine had gone so poorly. I pulled out my wallet and insisted she take twenty dollars to replace the groceries she had lost. She fought with me for a few minutes, before finally agreeing that she would 'accept it as a trade.' From her front pocket she produced a bronze coin—about the size of a nickel. One face of the coin had the all-seeing eye, below it were inscribed the Omnia habet pretium. The opposing face depicted an open field with a single figure in the distance, the words below read Cave cordis tui. 'This coin will grant you your fondest desires. Just hold the coin and think on that which you desire. A word of warning a bell that has been rung cannot be unrung.' She touched my hand softly for a moment and then shooed me away. 'Off with you, to the lover I'm sure you have waiting.' As I finished my story and pulled out the coin and offered it to Amy. She took in one hand and skimmed the surface. "'Everything has a price.'" She said curiously. "What?" "The coin. That's what it says." She murmured matter-of-factly "And 'Beware thy heart' or potentially 'Beware of thy heart' not too sure." Amy was a doctor and during medical school she had felt it necessary to learn Latin in order to better understand the names of bones and diseases. (She's a little too smart for her own good.) She placed the coin on my open hand. "So...What's my good boy's fondest desire?" She asked with big doe eyes. "Maybe I can make it happen." Looking at her I could only focus on one thing—how much I wanted her to blow me. Her blowjobs were amazing. Unfortunately for me, her sex drive didn't match her playfulness. Most of the time she was too worn out from a shift, or she had too much paper work, or she just didn't feel 'into it.' Our sex life had diminished to at most once a week. But I figured tonight I had a good chance of getting lucky. I looked at Amy, then at the coin, closed my eyes, and stage whispered, "Oh magic coin, my fondest desire is for Amy Wilson to give me a long, luxurious blowjob, and that she swallow what she's given." I expected a faux-reproachful gasp, a gentle slap, a playful rebuke, but instead I heard only silence. I opened my eyes wondering if I had somehow angered her. Amy's eyes looked slightly glazed, she seemed to be staring at nothing, as if she was in the middle of a vivid day dream. Then she snapped out of it and a mischievous little smile grew on her face. Without saying anything she slid off her chair, and started to crawl, on her knees, towards me. "What are you doing?" I whispered harshly. "Whatever you're playing at, I admit it, you got me." But Amy wasn't playing, I felt the zipper of my pants go down, I felt her warm, soft hand searching for my slowly growing cock, and then I felt her wet, smooth lips touch the head of my cock. As she started to swirl her tongue around the swelling head I looked around the room. Luckily we were in the corner of the dimly lit dining area, the table had a long draping cloth that went almost to the floor. I decided not to question my good fortune. Amy had gotten me fully hard, but she wasn't done teasing me. She removed her mouth from the top of my erect cock and she let the tip of her tongue drag slowly down the shaft. When she got to the base she started to suck gently on the side of my cock. She flicked her tongue gently every few seconds. Each flick sent a shock up my spine. The fingers of her right hands started tracing down the back of my shaft. Her sharp fingernails scratched and pulled softly at the skin—not enough to be painful, just enough to add to the sensations of her mouth and her tongue. At this point I felt like my cock would burst if she didn't start sliding it down her throat, but Amy didn't do anything quickly. She moved her free hand to my buckle and with deft fingers had it free in a matter of seconds. She opened my pants fully and pulled my briefs down over my cock, exposing me completely. She moved her mouth down to suck and lick my balls as her right hand started stroking my shaft. She took each testicle gently in her mouth sucking softly, swirling her tongue around the loose skin, letting me feel the warmth of her mouth and the texture of her tongue. She mixed this with a firm stroke of my cock, from base to tip. Slowly, always slowly. Eventually she started picking up speed, and the gentle sucking on my balls became a more urgent suck, flick, suck, flick. Suck...Flick... I felt myself tensing up reaching the edge of orgasm. Amy stopped. Her hand a vice near the tip of my cock. I was stuck on the edge of a deep precipice unable to push myself over. Amy dragged her tongue up my cock and finally, blissfully, let her mouth slowly sink down. I could've cum instantly, but I wanted to enjoy her incredible skills. The only thing I've wanted that she couldn't give was to take me completely into her throat. I'm not huge at 7.5 inches, but I'm big enough that she can't deep throat all of me. As she bobbed her head slowly I imagined her ramming her mouth all the way down. I imagined the feeling of her throat contracting around me as she kept her nose buried in my crotch. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the mental image as she bobbed faster and faster. Suddenly, I felt a warm pressure on the head of my cock, and I felt her lips traveling further down my cock than she had ever been. Six inches. Seven inches. Then I felt her nose hitting my pubic bone. I heard her gag momentarily and I was almost displaced from the nirvana I was experiencing. Almost. Then the contraction came. It was like a hand squeezing my cock from within her throat. Her throat spasmed a couple of times and the she came up for air. Luckily, she took her deepthroating skills in stride and incorporated them into her regimen. She now began taking all of me in and out of her throat in increasingly quick bobs. She put her hand at the base of her lips and twisted back and forth as she bobbed, her free hand gently caressing my balls. It didn't take long before Amy's expert deepthroating had me tensing up. This time Amy didn't stop, she increased the speed and pressure of her sucking. I went over the edge. I felt the first rope of cum hit when just the head of my cock was in her mouth, Amy quickly took me deep into her throat and swallowed as the subsequent jets of cum exploded from my cock. The swallowing motions of her throat milked me of every last drop of cum that I had. As I slumped back into the chair a twenty something blond waitress came over to our table. "Sir, the young lady already ordered for you. But is there anything I can get you? Maybe an extra napkin?" She winked conspiratorially as she placed a spare linen napkin on the table, nodded slightly, and then walked away. After she had been gone for a couple of minutes Amy climbed back up. Her tight bun was slightly disheveled and her lipstick smeared all around her swollen lips. "What came over you?" I asked. "Not that I minded. You know. At all." Amy looked shocked at herself, confused, but not displeased. "I...don't know. I just had this...urge to suck you. I couldn't stop myself. So I did. Then as I was sucking you I had to have all of you inside me. I needed it. And I guess I was so turned on that my gag reflex didn't bother me. I suppose...I got so caught up in the moment that I wanted to swallow your cum, too." Her eyes lost focus again as she mentally reviewed the feeling of me cumming down her throat. Almost as an afterthought she added, "Don't expect that to happen again." She winked. "Now I have to go to the bathroom and see if I can clean all of..." She waved a hand over her face, "...this up. I'll be back. If the food comes start without me." I watched Amy walk away quickly towards the bathroom. What the fuck was that? I thought as I pulled up my pants, stuffing my now flaccid member back into place. As I did I knocked the table slightly and I heard a metallic scrape on the porcelain of the bread plate. The coin the old woman had given me was lying flat in the center of the plate, the eye staring at me, pulsating, the words Omnia habet pretium seemed to glow for a minute only to be disrupted by the clatter of plates being set down on a serving tray. The blond waitress had returned and was preparing to distribute our meals. When she was done laying out the course she smiled and asked, "Is there anything else I can get for you?" I quickly thanked her and told her that we were fine for now. Soon I was left staring at a beautifully prepared filet mignon wondering what the hell happened. I replayed the scenario, trying to come up with alternative explanations for...well...the enthusiastic public oral sex from my normally reserved girlfriend. My mind oscillated between vehement denial of the coin's power and tacit acceptance that it might be...well...magic. The old Holmesian adage "Once you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth." I had to test my theory. When Amy came back to the table I excused myself and walked over to the men's room, coin clenched in my fist. Once inside I locked the door and started pacing. "How can I fucking test this? Do I even want to know if this is real? This seems...Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Then an image of the waitress popped into my mind. I hadn't really noticed her appearance while at the table—I had been preoccupied both times—but looking back I could see her long luxurious blond hair, her olive green eyes, her robust C-cup breasts. I felt a stirring in my pants, my cock hardening. I clenched the coin and sent a single thought through it, I want the waitress to come join me in the men's room. A few moments later I heard a quite knock on the locked door. "Excuse me, sir, are you all right in there?" I walked over to the door, unlocked it, and let her in. Once inside she seemed confused, as if asking herself why she was here. "I'm fine, what are you doing here?" I asked, hoping for a rational explanation...or maybe hoping for an irrational one. "I don't know. I just felt like I had to come in here and check on you. Call it 'intuition' I guess." Time to test further, I reasoned. I tried mentally speaking to the coin, giving the waitress an order through the coin. You feel very warm. Your top is making you uncomfortable. You want to take it off. As soon as I stopped thinking the command the waitress's face began to flush. She started waving a hand in front of her face as though she were in the sweltering sun. "Do you mind if I take my top off? I think I might die if I keep it on." Her top was halfway off before she finished asking the question. Her generous breasts bounced quiet pleasingly in her white lace bra as she threw her shirt to the ground. I thought at the coin again, For the next thirty minutes you will say whatever comes to your mind, you will answer all my questions honestly. The waitress's eyes seemed to lose focus for a moment, her mouth went slightly agape, and she slouched slightly. By the next moment however she looked awake and aware. "Fuck. That feels better. Although now I'm kind of embarrassed that you've seen me in my bra." She giggled nervously. Fuck. I can make her do anything. I hadn't noticed but the thought of seeing remove her top combined the overwhelming sense of power I was feeling had caused my cock to become rock hard. "Wow. You're pretty big. No wonder that slut didn't want to wait to suck you. Huh. Why did I just say that?" She tapped a finger to the side of her mouth, and then gave off a shrug as if saying "Oh well." I stared at the coin feeling drunk, horny, excited, and scared all at the same time. I felt myself losing control. You can no longer see me. I sent the mental command, a plan already forming in my mind. You feel yourself getting incredibly aroused. More aroused then you've ever felt. As your arousal increases you can feel your inhibitions slipping away. You need to find release, but you can't leave the bathroom. You must find release in here, if you leave everyone will know you're a dirty slut. But no matter how hard you work you won't be able to cum until I tell you to. The effect on the waitress was immediate. The flush that had been in her face spread down her chest, her legs started to fidget, and she started to pace the bathroom. "Fuck. Why the fuck am I so horny all of a sudden?" Her handle casually slipped inside her bra and she started pinching and stroking her nipple. "Brett fucked me so hard before work today...ahhh...Fuckfuckfuck." She had shoved her other hand down her pants and she was now fingering her clit. "I need to cuuuuuummmm..." She grunted as she started to squeeze her breast with an increasing need and intensity. She slumped against the wall, her legs growing taught, both hands working furiously. For a moment the room was silent except for the wet sounds coming from the waitress's crotch. Finally she let out a frustrated grunt. "FUCK!" She growled as she started tearing away her clothing. Soon she was naked, with her hand firmly against the wall, bent over, ass point out, two fingers furiously pushing in and out of her wet cunt. "God fucking dammit I need cock." I looked on enraptured. I hadn't realized it, but my hand had wrapped around my swollen cock and I was stroking quickly as I watched this young, supple, and beautiful little slut work herself to a frenzy. I sent one more mental command to her, Finger your asshole. Her thrusts lost focus for a moment and then she removed her hand from the wall, looked quizzically at her index finger, and then thrust into her mouth. She covered her digit in saliva and then placed on the rim of her asshole. Gingerly she coated the wrinkled hole with slick saliva. After thirty seconds of prepping she finally pushed her finger in. All the way to the second knuckle. Not her first time, I guess. "Yesss..." The sound came out of her mouth as more of a hiss then an actual word. She started working her hands in a counter motion, one would push in, and the other would pull out. I watched the show feeling an impending orgasm bubbling up. I walked up behind her and contemplated pushing into her, I decided however that I didn't want to push my luck. I breathed in the scent of her wet cunt, delighted in the loud, guttural moans she was producing, and felt myself going over the edge. Before my mind went blank I sent out one last mental command, CUM. CUM AS HARD AS YOU'VE EVER CUM BEFORE. She didn't shriek. She got deadly quiet her body grew taught, her toes curled, and her fingers seemed paralyzed, except for a small motion on her clit. Then the dam broke, she let out a howl "FUCK YES. FUCK. FUCK FUCK." As she came she let out a stream of ejaculate on to the floor, creating a puddle at her feet. She groaned as the first part of her orgasm subsided, and the aftershock hit her with a second smaller orgasm adding to the puddle at her feet. The sight was too much for me and I let loose a stream of cum, splashing her from ass all the way up to her neck. Finally done she collapsed to floor, unaware of the wetness on her back and under her. She was absolutely content, her legs still quivering just wouldn't hold her. She sighed and let her head rest against the wall her hand idly playing with her swollen clit. "Fuck me that was great." She sighed. As I cleaned up, I issued one last mental command—in five minutes put your clothes on, clean up your cum, and leave. You won't remember seeing me in the bathroom. I smiled mischievously as I had a last second thought. But don't wash my cum off of your back until you get home from work. I left the bathroom with a confident little smile on my face—this is going to be fun. The Coin Pt. 02 I finished my dinner at La Mer confident that I was going home to experience some of the world's most mind altering, world bending sex. I could guarantee it—especially with my little coin. Unfortunately life had other plans. Halfway through our dessert, a lovely raspberry white chocolate mousse, Amy received a page from the hospital. One of the staff surgeons had come down with the flu and Amy had been called in to cover his shift. "Sorry babe." She gave me a quick peck on the cheek as she hurriedly picked up her purse and put down money for the check. "No, don't get up, finish your dessert. I promise I'll make it up to you, especially now that I can do that thing you like." She winked mischievously and quickly sashayed towards the exit, tapping her swaying ass as she walked out the door. I scooped the last teaspoon of mousse into my mouth and waved over the blond waitress. I was pleasantly surprised to notice that her originally graceful walk was now somewhat unsteady. I gave her the money Amy had left along with a generous tip from me—she had, after all, given excellent service. Done with dinner and with my evening plans postponed I decided to go for a walk. La Mer was located in one of the wealthier districts of the city and the nearby streets were filled with designer clothing shops, high end boutiques, and gourmet bakeries. An excellent place to window shop, but a little out of my current price range. Though, I supposed, I could probably use The Coin to get anything that I want. Looking in various windows, gazing at the height of the fall fashion from pointy leather shoes to elegant evening gowns I found myself overwhelmed with possibilities. The power to have anything seemed to deprive everything of meaning. I decided to restrict my use of the coin, for now, to my more base desires. Just as I was about to turn away from Marie's—a designer clothing shop—I noticed a familiar figure inside trying on an evening dress. Jenny McGuire had always been a bitch. During high school she had had everything—money, looks, the best clothing, intelligence, and oh could she be charming when it suited her. Unfortunately, being raised as daddy's little girl had given her the misguided notion that she was in fact the center of the universe. The fact that everyone—men and women alike—waited on her hand and foot did little to dissuade that notion. In the supply and demand market that is high school she had what everyone demanded—the perfect body for a girlfriend, the intelligence of a perfect student, the personality to entertain friends, and distant enough parents to host parities. She was constantly in demand so she could be a bitch to whoever she wanted. The matriarch of her own private religion—Jenism. The tenants were simple: serve and be rewarded, present a challenge and be excommunicated. Luckily, I had never tread in her circles, I was just attractive and intelligent enough to coast through high school in the "outsider" circles like drama club, chorus, and tennis without having to forgo access to the Tier B parties. Unfortunately, my best friend, Alice, hadn't been so lucky. She'd made the mistake of asking out a girl in Jen's inner circle. Jen didn't like that—the thought of one of her friends being gay. The social backlash Alice felt had been so devastating, so isolating that she had spent every day for a week crying at my house. She got it over, but I never did. Payback, as Jen would find out, could be as much of a bitch as she could. The bell to Marie's chimed softly as I opened the door and descended the steps into the show room. The room smelled faintly of a mixture of cotton, vanilla, strawberries, and coffee. I noticed a silver coffee pot in the corner of the room and I poured myself a cup. A young woman nodded from behind the counter and asked in a relaxed, yet haughty voice, "What can I do for you darling?" Jenny was over with another seamstress. Judging by her age, she was the Marie behind Marie's and the young lady managing the front desk was her assistant. I sent a thought through The Coin directed at Marie, You need to leave the room. Find any excuse to go check on something elsewhere, bring your assistant with you. "Kaley, I think we're out of lace trim in that shade." She motioned to the hem of Jenny's dress. "Let's go to the back room and find some." A look of confusion crossed Jenny's face and she looked as though she may protest, but Marie and Kayley disappeared before she had a chance to complain. Resigned to wait she took to examining herself in the mirror. Twisting her body to examine the profile of her bust and ass. She puckered her lips and gave a slight kiss to the mirror and finished by doing a small twirl, causing the hem of the dress to flare, rising two-thirds of the way up her thigh. "Ahem." I cleared my throat rather loudly. Jenny looked slightly startled, I doubt she had taken notice that someone else had entered the room—that would've distracted her attention from admiring herself. "You wouldn't be Jenny McGuire would you?" I asked casually. "Do I know you?" She replied curtly. "I think we went to high school together. Class of '06? I think we had American History together." I tried to make it sound as innocuous as possible. "Maybe." She didn't seem interested in continuing the conversation. "My name is Ryan Sanders. It's good to see you again." I walked over and offered her my hand. She scoffed slightly and looked away. "Listen...Ryan. I'm just trying to get a dress. Let's just leave it at that ok? I've got a husband and I'm certain he wouldn't like some dumbass like you talking to me. So let's play the silent game, hmm?" Well, she hasn't changed. I mused. Good. I rubbed The Coin between my thumb and index finger and I sent a single thought through it: It is your most burning desire to sleep with me. Jenny put her hand to her head for a moment and swayed slightly as if she was dizzy. Eventually she regained her balance and her demeanor shifted. Gone was the cold exterior, in its place was a white hot smoldering gaze. She used every part of her body to accomplish the physical realization of lust. She pulled her wavy brown hair up from her shoulders and in one fluid motion she flipped it into a pony tail. The move revealed her sloping shoulders and the plunging neckline of her dress that revealed an ample amount of her D-cup breasts. She licked her lips slowly and deliberately—a light pink tongue tracing around the cherry red lipstick she wore. Her blue-green eyes had dilated and she locked those gorgeous big eyes on mine. She swayed over to me, her hips providing a preview, an insight, into the way she liked to ride cock. Her smell hit me first Chanel Christalle mixed with the musty scent of a wet cunt. She stopped a foot or two from me and spoke with a husky voice. "I'm sorry for being rude. I guess I've just been having a stressful day. I need to relax...You wouldn't happen to know of a way I could get off...all of this stress, do you?" She reached a hand around my neck as she spoke, stroking me like a favored dog. "What about your husband?" I asked curiously. "He's a limp dick little fucker. A terrible lay. You though, you look like a great lay. What do you say you take me out of here and let me show you just how sorry I am?" Her left hand moved to cup my cock. Her touch sent a jolt through my body. "Let's take your car. You'll have to give me directions to your place." I began moving towards the exit, but the hand on my neck pulled me back. "No babe. We can go to your place, not mine. My husband is jealous, if he even suspects I'm fucking another guy he'd kill me." That smoldering look was still there but underneath it was a layer of rock hard stubbornness. A look that said "I'm going to fuck you, but where I want." I fingered The Coin and sent a mental command. You will be fucking obedient for the rest of the night. When I suggest something, you'll do it. No questions asked. Each time you comply you're arousal will build. "No," I said firmly, "we're going to your house." "Alright baby, no need to be rough...yet." She shuddered slightly as she acquiesced. "Let me just change out of the dress and back into my clothes." She worked the zipper in the back of the dress, slowly letting the dress fall away. Just as the straps were about to fall off and reveal her magnificent chest she turned around leaving me staring at her pristine back. The dress, and her breasts it seems, didn't need a bra. Jenny let the dress fall to the ground leaving her covered only by a red G-string. "I have to pick up my top. Now be a gentlemen and don't look...or do." She winked and removed her hands from her breasts, causing them to jiggle slightly as she went down to pick up her shirt. She took an agonizingly long time putting on her blouse, stretching her arms up in the air giving an unrestricted view of her tits. Her nipples were hard and long—a little longer and thicker than a pencil eraser—the areolas were a light pink that grew darker as her nipples hardened. Eventually the top fell into place obscuring the view. She turned once again, stepping into her pair of skinny jeans. She pulled them up her thighs lazily, bending over to expose her firm ass as she dressed. She finished by shimming her ass into the tight material. Finished dressing she walked towards the door and hooked a finger under my jaw, gently dragging me towards her car. Jenny drove a Cherry Red 2015 Mustang. It was a beautiful car, with full black leather interior. When we got close to the car she fished in her pocket for a moment, produced the key, and threw it to me. "I'm going to be...busy. I think it's best if you drive. Just press 'Home' on the GPS and you'll get directions to my place." I grunted in anticipation as much as in agreement. Once inside the car, I adjusted the seat to accommodate my height and started the engine. The load roar and subsequent purr of the engine was arousing in and of itself. That Jenny had crawled over the arm rest and was working at undoing my buckle and pants did little to help the situation. The GPS screen flickered on and I pressed the button labeled "Home". Soon a soothing British voice was advising me to "drive two miles then turn left." As I pulled out of the parking lot Jenny's mouth closed around the head of my cock. Where Amy had been slow and teasing Jenny was fast and urgent. She bobbed up and down quickly and without pretense. On the first stroke she took me all the way to my base. Jenny had an established reputation as a skillful cocksucker, a reputation that was apparently well deserved. I left one hand on the wheel and used the other hand to apply pressure to Jenny's head, forcing her to remain down longer. Though her skills were deserved I had just cum twice in as many hours and I had bigger plans for Jenny than simple road head. I let her continue sucking me for the remainder of the fifteen minute drive. When we arrived at her truly massive house, I clicked the remote control for the garage and drove in. Ours was the only car in the garage. Good, I thought, one less thing to worry about. "Take me to your bedroom." I said coldly. She pulled her mouth up and my cock sprang loose with a little pop. Jenny took a moment, breathing heavily, a line of saliva connecting her mouth to the head of my cock. "Alright baby." She breathed. She opened her door and walked into the house, dragging me by the hand up a flight of stairs towards a large master bedroom. The room was exorbitant in its size and its adornment—several brash paintings hung on the walls varying from neo-impressionism to romantic to surrealism. No real display of taste, just an overt showing of wealth. The bed was a monstrous four post bed made of dark mahogany wood. A giant mirror was mounted above the bed. Of course she likes watching herself get fucked. I internally scoffed. "I assume you have a video camera nearby?" I assumed a woman who liked to watch herself would like to do so from multiple angles. Jenny noted enthusiastically. As she walked her gait became unsteady, her breathing ragged. "After I bring you the camera can you please fucking fuck me? I need it. I need that beautiful cock inside me. I feel like I'm going to explode." Jenny regained her composure enough to open...what I can only describe as her 'sex closet'. The inside three walls were covered, floor to ceiling, with a variety of sex toys, bondage equipment, mats, and lubricants. In the middle of the closet was a video camera on a tripod. "Bring me the camera, without the tripod." Jenny disconnected the camera and carried it on shaking legs to me. I flipped open the screen and powered the device on. Luckily, Jenny kept her fuck-cam fully charged. I pressed the record button and issued a single command, "Strip." Jenny immediately began removing clothes. With much less grace than she had when she put them on. She practically tore away her shirt revealing her large bouncing breasts, nipples hard as diamonds. She stripped out of her jeans with slightly more grace, though the damp spot in the crotch diminished the picture of poise somewhat. Lastly, she untied her G-string and let it fall between her legs. And there Jenny McGuire stood. High and might Jenny M. completely naked, dripping wet pussy, with rock hard nipples, begging to be fucked. "Bend over the bed and spread your legs." I instructed. She complied without a word, grabbing onto two of the posts and spreading her legs. Her pussy was glistening in the light, inflamed, and dripping wet. I stepped behind her and placed a finger on her clit, rubbing it in a small circle. I focused the camera to get a wide shot of both her face and my finger working her clit. "Oh...oh yeah...oh fuck yeah." Jenny continued to moan and pant as I pushed two fingers inside her, curling them slightly to touch her swollen g-spot. My fingers started a strumming motion on her g-spot, tapping slowly at first, then increasing in speed. Soon Jenny was pushing back on to my hand, trying to speed up the orgasm that was quickly approaching. I used my thumb to apply pressure to her clit, moving it over the sensitive and swollen nub in a quick circular motion. "Ohmygodyes." Jenny moaned as her body began to tense. Her grip on the bed posts became white knuckled and her head flip back and forth on the bed. Her hair tangled around her face and she finally let out a loud scream as an earthshattering orgasm racked her body. I concentrated on The Coin in my pocket and sent out a mental command, Your lust can't be satisfied by anything but my cock. Jenny let out a low groan as the pleasure emanating from her core subsided. "Fuck Ryan. That was great but I need more." She moved to get up. "STAY DOWN!" I yelled. She let out a small yelp but she remained where she was, breathing heavily. I removed my pants, letting her hear, but not see, each action. The clink of my belt buckle, the swish of jeans falling to the ground, the scrape of elastic on skin as I freed my cock from its cotton prison. I lined the head of my cock against the opening to her wet slit. I let it rest there for several heartbeats, feeling the intense heat radiating from her pussy. Then I thrust into her. I pushed all of my cock into her in one quick, hard thrust. Her ass made a resound thwack sound as my body connected with hers. Jenny let out a wordless scream as I pulled out to the tip of my cock, only to thrust in all the way again. This time she screamed. "Oh god. Fuck me...FUCK ME." Eager to fulfill her demands I started ramming into her. I admit that my camera work lost a step but I was more preoccupied with ramming into this bitch's cunt as hard as I could. Jenny continued to howl as I fucked her, begging for more, begging for it hard and faster. I obliged ramming into her with all that I had. I raised my free hand and slapped her ass as hard as I could leaving a bright red imprint on her right ass cheek. "Oh yes. Slap...my...ass." She managed to get out between thrusts. When I had slapped both cheeks to a burning red I grabbed on to her ponytail, lifting her off the bed by her hair. I used the added leverage to push as far into her as I could. We kept up this frantic pace for a few minutes until I felt her tense underneath me, her whole body going rigid. I quickly pulled out and Jenny let out a frustrated sigh. I grabbed my cock and lined it up with the pucker hole of her ass and I forced the head of my cock in. It took more force than I would've imagined. "Have you had anal sex before?" I groaned as pushed the first and second inches of my cock into her ass. "No. Ouuuch. I've always...oh...thought it hurt too much." I sent a mental command to The Coin You love anal sex. It feels great. I needed her to look good on camera, after all. Within seconds her ass had relaxed and she started moaning in pleasure. The next three inches of my cock went easily. I pulled out and started thrusting in and out of her ass, fucking her with reckless abandon. I felt her fingernails on my balls as she rubbed her clit in rhythm to my thrusts. After a few minutes of anal pounding her body tensed again. This time I let her go over the edge. "I'm...gonna...cummmmmmmmm!!" She screamed as her body convulsed, shivering as I thrust into her. The muscles in her ass contracted and spasmed around my swollen member. After thirty seconds or so she slumped onto the bed, seemingly spent. "On your knees." I ordered. She moved slowly, her legs were unsteady and she swayed as she lowered herself to the ground. "Finish me with your mouth, but make sure no cum goes in your mouth. I want you to cover your face with my cum." She eagerly took my cock in her mouth. Tasting pre-cum mixed with her pussy had always been a huge turn on. That, added with the pleasure of following an order, sent a fresh wave of lust through her. Her bobbing began in earnest and she used one hand to play with my taint and another hand to stroke my shaft. Eventually I got bored of watching her suck me and I grabbed both sides of her face and I started thrusting my cock down her throat. I heard her gag for the first time. Tears streaked the side of her face but she kept playing with my prostate and her newly free hand cupped and caressed my balls. She looked up at me with a face of pure bliss and humiliation. That look was enough to bring me to the edge. "I'm...I'm going to cum..." I said through a strained voice. She pulled back, grabbed my cock and used the pulsating member to cover her face in jet after jet of warm sticky cum. Some landed on her chest and legs, but most of it landed on her face, in her eyes, and in her hair. I caught every moment, every shot of jizz on camera. When the orgasm finally subsided I turned off the camera, removed the SD card, and put in my pocket next to The Coin. "Now Jenny. I'm going to hold onto this SD card. This is what we call blackmail. From now on you're going to do whatever I want or I'm going to post this on the Internet." You may wonder why I didn't just use The Coin to achieve my revenge. The look of terror and dismay on Jenny's face was why. She looked as if she had awoken from a dream. Covered in cum, asshole and pussy throbbing, body wet with sex and sweat, and worst of all, all on camera. She looked terrified. "Please. I'll do anything. Just give me back the video." She pleaded. "Don't worry. I'll give you an opportunity to earn it back." I handed her my phone. "Put your phone number in there, make your contact profile 'bitch'." With shaky hands she entered her information. "I'll contact you soon with your first opportunity to prove yourself. Keep your phone on." As I descended the stairs I yelled, almost as an afterthought, "I'm taking the car. Explain it however you like." The Coin Pt. 02 As I walked out to the car a small part of me screamed. If I had bothered to take a look at The Coin I would've noticed that the side with the open expanse had shifted ever so slightly. The figure that had once been in the distance had moved towards the center of the field. The Coin Pt. 03 I parked Jenny's Mustang a block from Amy's two-story apartment. We'd gotten to the point in our relationship where we basically lived together, but I wasn't quite comfortable with giving up my place. I guess I'm a little bit of a commitment-phobe. The lights in the apartment were dark, meaning that Amy hadn't finished her shift yet and that I would be spending the rest of the night alone. Well, that's good. I guess I have time for a shower. I walked up the stairs, stripping as I went, throwing my dirty clothes into the hamper in the corner of our bedroom. I flicked on the bright yellow lights of Amy's luxurious bathroom and turned on the hot water. Steam quickly filled the room and some of the unconscious tension I had been carrying eased, if only slightly. I used the shower as a time for reflection, mentally reviewing what had happened since I met the old crone on the way to La Mer. Amy's oral had been amazing, unintended though my command had been, the results were incredible. I hadn't cum that hard since I first discovered masturbation. The events after that—the waitress, Jenny—the troubled me. I closed my eyes and replayed the waitress' shrieking, the sound of a puddle of her cum forming on the floor, her moans, her pleas to cum. I felt my heart rate speed up, my cock swelling slightly at the memory. I suddenly felt guilty. I hadn't fucked her, but oh how I wanted too. That...wasn't like me. I loved Amy. I did. I had never cheated before in my life. Am I really that weak? Does a little...ok...a lot of power rob me of all of my self-restraint? The thought of fucking brought me to Jenny. I could still see that white knuckled grip, her hair flipping as I pounded into her from behind. I could feel the tightness of her asshole squeezing me as I fucked her to an orgasm. My cock twitched at the thought. Stop. Thinking. About. It. Focus on something else. Unbidden my mind continued its mental review of my night with Jenny. Pulling my swollen cock out of her freshly fucked ass. Commanding her to finish me with her mouth. Watching her eagerly swallow my cock, sucking it roughly, passionately...sluttily. Finishing on her face, her hair, her chest. My breathing had become ragged, it felt like I was reliving those last few blissful moments. And then my mind fixated on the look of humiliation, despair, and (best of all) fear. That thought brought my lust, my arousal, my need to a fever pitch. I needed to get off. Needed to fuck something. I tried to masturbate. Usually the warm water of the shower was enough to help me get off, but today none of the mental images I could conjure—Heather Harmon, Faye Reagan—nor the half remember erotica I'd read could get me off. I felt frantic, there was throbbing in my cock and I had to find release. I shut off the water, toweled off as quickly as I could, and got ready to jump into bed. On an instinct I decided to grab The Coin out of the hamper—I didn't want it to get accidentally washed or something. Coin in hand I hurled myself onto the bed and started slowly stroking, searching my mind for anything that would help me get off. I flipped through the images of every woman I knew to no avail. Until, that is, Nancy O'Donnell. The boss that had laid me off. Nancy was beautiful, if a bit severe. She wore her black hair in a tight bun, stylish, but large, black rimmed glasses framed her hazel eyes. Nancy always wore dark black suits to contrast, I suspected, her perfect alabaster skin. Unfortunately, she was as asexual as they come. Her skirts were always mid-calf length, and word around the office was that she hadn't gone on a date in five years. The images that filled my mind, however, weren't of Nancy the severe boss, but Nancy the Slut. Begging to have my cock rammed down her throat. Begging me to bend her over her desk and punish her for firing me. Pleading with me to ram my cock into her wet cunt. I could almost feel the wetness of her mouth taking me, swallowing me whole. My orgasm was building but I couldn't get over the edge. Fuck, I'm going to teach that bitch a lesson tomorrow. The thought was barely formed in my mind when I was overtaken but a massive orgasm. A stream of cum coated my stomach and chest and I almost passed out immediately. I kept enough presence of mind to wipe myself down before I passed out. As I drifted off to sleep I imagined how I would greet Ms. Nancy O'Donnell. I awoke—well not precisely awoke per se, more like 'became aware of my surroundings'—in an open field. A wide expanse of wheat gently swaying in a light breeze that I couldn't quite feel. But, the field seemed...off. Though the field shifted, each motion seemed to lag, to streak. It was as though I was in a living oil painting. It was disquieting. I was further unnerved by the fact that the place seemed so familiar, despite the fact that I'd never been near a farm or a field of this size my entire life. City-boy, born and raised. I studied my surroundings more closely looking for a landmark that might remind me of where I was. I turned in a slow circle, searching for anything—the sun, a city, a tower, a person—that could help me deal with my growing sense of unease. Where the fuck is the sun? Though I had done a complete three-sixty the sun wasn't anywhere to be found in the cloudless sky. The field was immersed in this auburn, brown light that appeared to originate from everywhere and nowhere. It's almost the color of...a coin. Of course. I'm sure it would have been obvious to me sooner, but in this hazy world I wasn't quiet on the top of my game. I took one more quick scan of the horizon and I saw it. The figure. I had missed it during my first survey because it was so small (or so far away), but there it was now that I knew what I was looking for, plain as day. I couldn't quite make out a distinct shape, it seemed to shift in random directions often opposing the direction of the gently swaying field. The longer I studied it the more I felt compelled to walk towards it. I didn't even notice I was moving until I closed about twenty yards. Once I realized I was walking I decided to pick up the pace. If that...thing...was the only thing in this sea of wheat, maybe it could let me out of here. The further I ran, the taller the stalks of grain became, until eventually I could only see the sky and a brown, shifting haze in front of me. I would've gotten lost had it not been for the driving force in my mind, propelling me towards the figure. Heedless of my speed, scratching stalks, and the occasional divet in the ground I made my way. I was swimming through a lake of stiff, brown water. One arm goes out pushes space for me to run. The next arm goes out. Left. Right. Left. Right. Lef...suddenly there was no more rough stalks to push. The clearing was formed of pressed down stalks of wheat. In the center there sat a small building made of stacked stones. The building had one small rectangular door—just enough for a petite woman to fit comfortably through—and no windows. I walked around the outside of the building, I'm not really sure what I was looking for, maybe I just trying to work up the courage to go inside. Once back at the front of the building I forced myself to go inside. I turned sideways, ducked my head, and shimmied inside. The interior couldn't have been more different from the exterior. The ceiling was twenty feet high, decorated with two candle filled chandeliers that bathed the room in a flickering orange-red light. The room's walls were covered in ivy, but instead of growing haphazardly the vines grew to form narrow swaths of green. The regularity in their size and frequency of occurrence made them seem like cultivated pillars, supporting the improbably high ceiling. What wasn't covered in ivy was filled with swirling, twisting designs that seemed to have neither beginning nor end. And in the center of the room there was a simple wooden chair resting on top of raised dais. In that chair, sitting naked, was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I was beginning to wonder when you would take notice of me. Said a mirthful female voice in my mind. I had begun to wonder if centuries of idleness had caused my charms to weaken. Her lips didn't move, rather she lazily rested her head in her hand with an eyebrow raised. She...I didn't know her name yet, had long, gorgeous, flame red hair that fell in waves down her back and over her chest, obscuring the nipples of her ample bosom from view. She had rose red lips that shimmered slightly as though recently wetted by her tongue. Her stomach was firm and taught, thin lines denoting the strong muscles underneath. Her legs were smooth, pale, and very long. She had crossed them and was idly bouncing the top leg. But her eyes...her eyes were mesmerizing. Dark green forest green, almost to the point of blackness. I couldn't look away, couldn't move, couldn't speak. She strummed the fingers of her left hand gently on the arm rest of her chair. Do you speak? The voice in my head sounded mildly annoyed. "Sorry." I managed to stammer out. "Who are you?" I am Erthois, though I suppose you can call me Eris. Mine is a very old name, a bit outmoded. But what you really want to know is what I am, isn't it? She shifted her legs, recrossing them. In the process she revealed a delicately manicured patch of blood red hair above a slightly moist pussy. I nodded dumbly. Eris let loose a lyrically, knowing laugh, her lips turning up in a smile revealing two rows of dazzling white teeth and a pair of viciously sharp canine teeth. I am...what you would call the spirit of the coin. It is my energy, my essence, my power that you use to enact your will. A series of images flashed in my mind—Eris bent over the bed screaming in pleasure as I rammed her up the ass, Eris bent over in the bathroom stall furiously masturbating...Eris swallowing my cum underneath the table at La Mer. That image lingered in my mind, replaying the experience substituting Eris for Amy. Blood red lips moving up and down my cock slowly, gagging as she first tries to pass the fourth inch, then a smirk as she swallows me whole. Those forest green eyes looking up at me as she dutifully swallows each spurt of cum. Though, she sent, you aren't using me to full effect. The word 'me' thrummed in my, displacing the image of Eris under the table with a flash of new images. Eris on her knees before me, her lips a hairs breadth from a swollen cock that was too long to be mine. Eris squatted on top of me, riding me slowly, luxuriously grinding her hips back and forth. Eris sliding her long tongue into my ear as she slowly stroked me off. Then the images began to change, Eris morphed into Amy. Now it was Amy begging me to fuck her up the ass. Amy begging me to slap her, to pinch her, to bite her. Amy demanding that I cover her in cum. Amy between my knees her enlarged breasts wrapped around my too long cock. I put my hand to my head feeling dizzy and overwhelmed. Eris lazily rose from her pedestal. As she did she languidly rolled her head, sending a cascade of red hair spilling over her neck and back, revealing large, rosy pink nipples that were still soft. She descended the stairs deliberately, steams of arousal and lust spreading from her like waves off of a barge. I was suddenly aware that I was naked and that my cock was painfully hard, the head a shade of dark purple that I had yet to experience. Eris continued to walk towards, her green eyes fixed on mine. She short of touching me, but close enough that my cock could feel the heat from her skin. She must have been at least six feet tall, almost as tall as I was. Eris inhaled deeply, as though smelling something and her nipples hardened—a puckering of rosy pink flesh to a jealous maroon. She casually reached her left hand around my cock and started stroking. Her grip was loose and the stroking was little more than the feeling of her skin lightly brushing up the burning length of my erection. She twirled her fingers at the head and chuckled as I inhaled sharply. She moved her mouth to my ear and whispered, "Watch." Her voice brokered no arguments—it was terrible, beautiful, musical, quiet, and booming all at the same time. As my eyes slid down to watch her gliding hand her tongue dragged around the side of my ear. Her lips closed around my ear lobe, sucking gently. Her ministrations grew firmer and transformed into a sort of pulling and, as I watched, my cock started to elongate. It swelled to eight inches, then eight and a half, finally reaching nine. Eris's touch also seemed to have increased the width of my cock considerably. As she inspected her work she noticed a drop precum that had oozed out of the tip of my cock, she scooped it up with her index finger and brought it to her mouth, savoring the taste. She sighed contentedly. "Now you have a cock fit for a goddess." Languidly she sunk to her knees, her fingernails leaving grooves in my skin as the trailed down my chest, to my stomach, and finally to my groin. Her mouth was centimeters from the swollen head of my cock, her warm breath sending electric shocks throughout my body. Eris opened her mouth and flicked her long pink tongue up the bulbous head, lapping up the precum that had started to pool there. Her tongue slid down the underside of my newly elongated shaft to the base. Her soft, warm tongue twisted and writhed as it went down. And her green eyes never broke contact with mine. After a few moments of gentle sucking, soft flicking, and gentle biting she moved to my balls, taking each in her mouth and lapping it with that exquisite and dexterous tongue. As she did her hand resumed its slow, methodic stroke. I can give you anything you want. All you have to do is use me. The words 'use me' came out as a breathy, strained whisper in my mind. She moved her mouth to my other ball. I looked down to see her lips pulling away, the loose skin sliding out of her mouth. "Suck me." I managed to gasp in a chocked voice. Yes. My master. Her mental voice mixed a hint of mockery with the breathiness of lascivious servitude. She dragged her mouth up the side of the shaft, her eyes still fixed on mine, occasionally stopping to suck or bite. I couldn't stop staring at those emerald eyes. Her mouth finally reached the head. She sucked it for a few moments letting her red lips envelope the dark purple crown, her tongue swirling around it in quick circles. "Oooooooh. Fuck." I let out a groan from deep in my throat. Does my master want it deeper? Eris's telepathic voice was teasing, but her eyes were intense, urging me to take more. I put my hands on both sides of her face and tried to force her to move down. She was strong, incredibly so. For a second she remained completely unmoving—just long enough to let me know that she could resist—and then she let herself be pushed down, taking each inch agonizingly...painfully...slowly. I felt like she was licking and sucking each individual particle of my cock before lowering herself on to the next. Finally she reached the base. With my cock buried deeply in her throat she nonchalantly removed my hands from the side of her head and set them on my side. Then she wrapped her arms around me, her hands clasping my ass. And then she started fucking me with her mouth. There's no other way to describe the sensation than "fucking me with her mouth." At first her bobbing seemed to have no rhythm but eventually through a haze of pleasure I was able to feel the pattern. She would move quickly for several thrusts then slowly on the last one, taking me to the base, and swallowing several times causing her throat muscles to stroke my full length. The feeling was like a wave of pleasure rippling down my cock. She kept up this process for several minutes building me closer and closer to orgasm. As I reached the peak of my pleasure her bobbing changed, became more regular and she started clenching the back of her throat to add resistance to each of her deep impaling thrusts. Just as I was about to go over the edge she encircled the base of my cock in a vice like grip, her mouth placed just on the edge of my cock. A small dribble of cum entered her mouth, but most of it remained trapped behind her steel like grip. I felt that amazing tongue lick the cum off the head of my cock, but she held her grip until the feeling that I was going to cum passed. No. Eris's voice resonated firmly in my mind. I will have you soon enough. But not today. Now, go. Eris punctuated the command with a gentle slap on my ass and the world around me lurched. I was flying—out the beautiful chamber, back through the fields, back to the place where I had started, and then...darkness. As I slowly arose from my vision...dream...trip to the ethereal plan...whatever, I became dimly aware of a pleasurable tingling on my cock coupled with a consistent rocking motion. Though I wasn't fully conscious I could feel a slippery, velvety warmth around my shaft and a small part of me hoped that Eris had merely pushed me to switch positions. I opened my eyes to something far more surprising. Amy was on top of me, hands clenching and squeezing her tits frantically, her hips pumping rapidly up and down. At first she seemed completely unaware that I had woken up. She shifted a hand from her bouncing breast to her enlarged, glistening clit, and she let out a low moan. "Fucckkkk yessssss." She hissed. "Hey babe. How was work?" Her eyes shot open and she looked down at me guiltily, but she did not stop riding, or playing with herself. "S...sorry ba...baby. I came home feeling exhausted re...ready to go to sssssslee...oh fuck yes do that again." Her words were punctuated by little pauses as I started to thrust back against her. "But when I walked into the room it smelled...liiiike...oh fuck....like cum. And your cock...it loooooohhhh....looked so big...so delicious. I had to ha...have it in me." Amy had never once asked for sex after a shift and she rarely liked being on top. This must have been The Coin, I thought. Not one to turn down a good thing I sent a command to Amy, For the next hour you'll become a filthy slut. You love being fucked, you love cum, and you love to scream like a horny bitch. Amy's brow furrowed momentarily and then her face turned into a wicked smile. "Come on, fuck me big boy. Your cock feels HUGE today. I feel like I'm going to fucking burst. Come on, take me. TAKE ME." I needed no further prompting, I grabbed her by her hips, rolled her on to the bed, pushed up her legs, and started ramming into her. "Fuck yes! Ohmygodyes! Fuck me harder. Fuck your slut harder." She growled. The words use me resounded in my mind, an undefiable command. I sent a command through The Coin, not in words this time, I imagined Amy's g-spot swelling in size and becoming substantially more sensitive. Amy's guttural grunts ceased for a moment as the command took hold and then her eyes bulged and any control over the English language that she had was lost in a wave of burning hot pleasure ripping through her body following each thrusts from my steel hard cock. Amy started to shriek and thrash against the bed, tossing her head back and forth, her fingers twisting around the sheets as her limbs took on a mind of her own. Amy's displayed coupled with the sensuous teasing I had received from Eris brought me quickly to the edge of orgasm. USE ME! The sudden scream in my mind stopped me short and my cock fell out of Amy's twitching cunt. The image of Amy begging me to fuck her up the ass flared to life in my mind...it filled my senses. I could feel the tightness of her ass as I slid inside her, I could feel her ass wrapping around me as she came, I could feel my cock spasming as I filled her ass full of cum, and I could hear her cries of pleasure as I burst inside of her. Before I could form a thought I sent a command through The Coin, You need me in your ass, you know it will feel amazing. If you don't get it you'll go crazy. The Coin Pt. 03 Amy was lying slightly confused at my sudden egress, but as a slightly clouded sense of focus returned to her eyes she grabbed my cock in her right hand, flipped over on her knees, and put the head of my cock against the entrance to her ass. "Fuck it! Now! Your slut needs it up the ass so bad. I'm gonna fucking burst if you don't do it. IneeditIneeditIneeditIneeditIneedit. FUCK ME!" She was ranting like a lunatic and, in that moment, I had never felt so aroused in all my life. I grabbed Amy's sweat soaked hips with one hand and I used the other to guide the swollen head of my cock into her ass. "Oh fuck. It feels so warm. It's like I'm burning up...fuck." Amy twisted her head around, roughly pushed a handful of hair out of her face, and growled. "Now fuck me." She thrust her hips back pushing on my cock forcing me three inches inside of her. She let out a deep throaty moan, half pleasure, half discomfort at accommodating my swollen size. I spanked her ass once...twice...three times. She looked back at me with a firey aggression; she was so horny that anger could only build the flame between her legs. I ran my hands down her back, moving my mouth to her neck. I rested my arms over her shoulders, squeezing her breasts in my hands, pinching her nipples. I used the angle to push myself further into Amy's tight ass. The feeling was exquisite, each inch of my cock felt like it was being squeezed, Amy writhed under me, panting as she felt her body filling. I placed my lips on the nape of her neck and I let my tongue trace around a small circle of skin. She tasted like lemons and sweat—a bitter, salty mix that that made my cock twitch inside of her. "Ooooh. Do that again." She moaned. I flexed my cock again as I bit down on her neck. We remained like that, my cock six inches in her ass, my hands squeezing her tits, my lips sucking on her neck. Then I started to pull out. Amy felt a release like never before, the intense pressure building in her stomach had released and it sent shock waves to her very core, while simultaneously leaving her feeling empty. She needed to feel full again. When my head was the only thing left in Amy's ass I started pressing in again, faster this time. Amy started moaning as I penetrated her, deeper this time. "Faster. Fuck me faster." I didn't need any further coaxing. I started to pump in and out of her quickly, her body started shaking as the pounding became hard, more reckless, arrhthymic. The out sphincter of her ass started squeezing me as I went in adding an extra sense of resistance to my thrusts. I started to lose myself in the pulsing, throbbing, squeezing haze of pleasure that was Amy's ass. I felt my body start to go rigid. "That's right, fuck your filthy little whore. I want you to choke me. Wrap your hands around my neck and choke me as you fill my ass with cum!" I quickly removed my hands from her breasts and brought them around her neck, squeezing hard enough to feel the heavy, quick beats of her heart throbbing in her neck. As the first waves of pleasure erupted from deep inside me I sent out a command with all of the force of will I could muster, a single word that conveyed all the intensity and pleasure that I wanted Amy to feel. Cum. Amy's body went instantly rigged, she went perfectly silent for a moment, and then came a low groan that quickly progressed into a single screamed word. "YES!" She thrashed against my pulsing cock, her ass squeezing me in a rippling wave, pulling shot after shot of cum from me. Our mutual orgasm felt like it might go on forever. As I felt the last shot of cum leave me and splash the inside of Amy's ass I knew that I had complete control. That I had dominated everything that Amy was. Eventually, the pleasure faded leaving my muscles feeling hollow and stringy. I collapsed, rolling to Amy's side. My hand gently cupping her breast. Amy curled up against me her body raw and abused, her mind completely and utterly satisfied. We passed out in each other's arms and sleeping through the first alarm...and the second...and the car alarm outside our window. The Coin Pt. 04 You should wake up. Eris's voice pierced through my dream like a pin puncturing a balloon. My eyes shot I open and I expected to find myself in that stone building, the flickering of candle flames casting eerie shadows on the wall. But I awoke to a sea of eggshell white—my ceiling. Still in my room...and Amy's here. What? Did you think that was a dream? Her voice seemed both amused and annoyed. Eris, it seemed, had a clear talent for duality of expression. You know if you're just going to lie there... The voice mused. Can you read my mind? I asked. Any response would be an answer. Eris said lazily. Anyway, I didn't give you power so that you could stay in bed all day. You did make me a promise. An image of me stroking a tortuously rigid cock flashed in my mind, a humiliating image of Nancy at the center of my fantasy. That's a promise I'm happy to fulfill. I thought. I nudged Amy. "Hey baby, you awake?" She twisted away pulling a pillow on top of her head. "No. Not awake." Came her muffled reply. I grabbed The Coin from under my pillow, slid out of bed, jumped into a pair of jeans, threw on a shirt, and walked to Amy's side of the mattress. "I'm thinking of going out for a while, can I bring you anything?" "Asleep, adjective. Meaning not fucking conscious." She growled, face still obscured under the pillow. "But if you're going out bring me the coffee." "Which coffee?" "Yes." "So a big coffee?" "You have my request, now be gone." She lashed a foot out from under the covers, kicking me in the stomach. "Ouch. Tea it is." "I can kill you and make it look like an accident." Amy threatened matter-of-factly. I grabbed my keys and scurried down the stairs. It was well past noon, and the hustle and bustle of down town was already well into play. I walked a block to Jenny's Mustang and took the thirty minute commute to my old office with a smile on my face. Xiphias Consultants was a small town company with big town aspirations. It employed roughly fifty people. The company's way of making a profit was a lot like a pyramid scheme. Everyone had a monthly quota of billable hours. The quota for new employees was set exceptionally high. So high in fact that most newcomers burned out within the first two months. This worked in Xiphias's interests for three reasons: firstly, the new supply of blood meant new people with family businesses to hit up, energized new hires, or people with one strong lead that the bigger fish, like Nancy, could quickly devour and place on her billables. The second reason was that it kept prices low; if you don't meet your quota no bonus. The high turnover also meant that the company almost never had to issue raises. Luckily, I worked in IT and I was, up until recently, immune from the insanity. This brings me back to Nancy. Nancy controlled about twenty people or two "pods" (consultants who theoretically work together). She loved to fire people. She would make a big show of getting the "Team" together and listing who had and who hadn't made quotas. Three weeks of not making quotas meant you were out. She made a public show of shaming people. "Two weeks down, one to go, kiddo!" She'd threaten in this saccharine singsongy voice. She'd fired me in a similar fashion. "Team, say goodbye to Ry. The company is cutting tech support and unfortunately Ry was chosen to leave the island. Sad face." She announced without telling me first. It was humiliating. Now it's her turn. I smiled happily at the thought as I pulled my Mustang into my old parking spot in the company lot. I got out and made my way to the security check-in desk. A place like this needed security; wouldn't want any disgruntled employees getting to close to the management. "Hey Jim. I'm here to grab something I left yesterday. Would you mind buzzing me through?" Jim was a pleasant enough guy, we occasionally ate lunch together. He was a retired NYC cop in his late forties. Still in great shape, he mostly kept to himself and he only really spoke up when things were about to go out of hand. "Sure. Sign in." I quickly signed my name. "Now, don't start nothing. I like ya' but it doesn't mean I won't throw ya' out of here." He said in a gruff voice. I nodded in acquiescence and he escorted me to the elevator. I stepped in and pressed four. Once out of the elevator I made my way quickly to Nancy's office, avoiding being seen as much as possible. Luckily, this was the busiest time of day and most everyone was diligently (or desperately) working the phones. I reached Nancy's office and walked through the door. Nancy sat behind her big oaken desk. At the sound of the door opening she looked up startled, a phone receiver held to her ear. I casually locked the door and took a seat in one of her leather receiving chairs. "Yeah, no, I agree those yields are important. Listen, I'm gonna have to call you back something just came up with the Team. Yeah, of course. Bye." She carefully hung the phone up. "Ryan. What the fuck are you doing here?" I fingered The Coin in my pocket for a moment before responding. "Nancy, here's what's going to happen, until I say otherwise you're going to be my puppet. You'll speak when I tell you to speak, move when I tell you to move. But you can keep your thoughts. Deal?" Silence. "You can answer direct questions." "Fuck that." She spat, body frozen in a looming position. "Mmm. Can't have that. Now Nancy honestly and politely answer me this: can anyone hear us outside of your office?" "No sir. I had it sound proofed last year. I couldn't deal with the talking." She looked surprised that she had answered that way. I stood up from the chair and walked behind the desk to get a closer look at my new toy. Nancy was average height. Her hair, as always, was tied back into a bun. Her black suit hid most of the contours of her body, but it hinted at a shapely chest and beautifully long legs. "Nancy. Do a striptease for me. Feel free to talk while you strip." I led her by the hand to the center of the room. Her hands immediately went to work unbuttoning the jacket, her hips undulating to an unheard rhythm. "How the fuck are you doing this to me?" She said with more than a little panic in her voice. She threw her jacket carelessly to the side. Her hands started exploring the contours of her body of their own free will—groping at her chest, sliding between her crotch, running through her hair. When I saw her slip a hand under her bra I sent a command through The Coin Your nipples and clit are more sensitive than they've ever been. Nancy had been about to ask her question a second time, but her right hand had started pinching herthe nipple. "Ohhhh...holy shit." She gasped. Her eyes had started to close but they popped open when she realized what she had said. I remained lounging on the chair watching the show slowly unfold. She suddenly spun around, bent at the waist, and slapped her ass. Shrieking a little at the unexpected sting. Her head turned to look back at me as she swayed her hips back and forth, her left hand working the zipper on the back of her skirt. Her right hand, meanwhile, worked the clip holding her bun in place. A resounding thwack filled the room as she slapped her ass again followed shortly thereafter by a cascade of jet black hair falling in waves over her petrified eyes. With her hair down, her jacket off, and her ass on display Nancy looked stunning. "Why are you doing this?" She asked, her voice breaking slightly. Her hands went to the side of her skirt and she slowly slid the garment down revealing a pair of black stockings covering white lace panties. "Less questions, more stripping." I replied. I sent a little spike of arousal at her through The Coin. The pace of her stripping increased, a flush spread across her pale skin, and her breathing grew ragged. She crossed her arms over her chest hooking the fingers of her hands under the hem of her blouse. Nancy's hips gyrated in a slow motion her ass moving a slow circle as she slowly raised the satin shirt up her back. Each inch of fabric she pulled revealed an inch of toned muscle—back and sides. "Show me the front." I growled, my own arousal fighting to break my control. It took every fiber of self-restraint that I had to keep myself from bending her over her desk and fucking her till she cried. Not yet, I thought. Nancy continued to gyrate, but the motions now propelled her in a slow circular motion, spinning her in place. The blouse was covering her face now and she had fully uncovered a white lace bra, matching her panties. She threw the shirt to the side and slowly walked towards me, one hand covering her crotch while the other gently played with her nipple. Her face was a mixture of horror, lust, and pleasure. Nancy stopped six inches from where I lounged on the couch and spun into a squat. She placed her hands on the ground, spread her legs, and gradually rose her ass until her legs were fully stretched. Her white panties and black stockings had become discolored with her arousal and the room filled with the smell of her sex. As she stood up she slid her hands up her thighs, around her ass, and down to the center of her crotch. Nancy let out a sharp gasp and a shiver as her hands rubbed past her clit. Then each hand took a firm grip on the center of the stockings and pulled. The thin sound of elastic ripping played like music in my ears. She spent the next thirty seconds working diligently to tear the material up the center, giving her access to her panties without having to remove her stockings or her high heels. "Please...make it stop." Nancy whispered. "Finish." I said simply. She spun around one more time, her hair swirling in front of her face. She dragged her hands up the sides of her stomach, to her rips, to her breasts, cupping them both and squeezing (and forcing a pleasing moan out of Nancy's mouth). Slowly her hands worked their way back to the clasp of her bra and with one quick flick of her wrist the lace barricade fell away. Two perfectly proportioned B-cup breasts remained in their place, red nipples swollen and erect. With her bra gone the deep rise and fall of her chest was even more apparent. The strip finished without much grace— as her hands hooked around the waistband of her underwear and she yanked them down quickly and forcefully, bypassing the shredded remains of her pantyhose. Nancy was shaved clean, her clit was swollen and glistening, the lips of her pussy were a deep pink, and the slick signs of her arousal were evident on her thighs. "Go to your desk and bend over for inspection." I said sternly. My mind sending her an image of her hands on the desk, arms extended, legs spread through The Coin. She hustled over to her desk and quickly assumed the position. "Just tell me why. Ryan, please." "Let's answer your question with another question. Do you enjoy firing people? Before you answer let's set some rules. If you answer 'yes' to my questions your arousal will double, if you answer 'no' you'll have the biggest orgasm of your life and leave a huge puddle on the floor. We'll keep playing until you either cum or you beg me to fuck you. Deal? Now remember, answer honestly." I chided, my right hand slapping her ass creating a reverberating thwack. Nancy bit her lip, trying to hold in the answer on her tongue. "Yes." Thwack, I slapped her ass again, harder this time. A brief pause ensued, followed by a low primal groan. Well, maybe this won't take as long as I thought. "Did you have a choice about whether or not to fire me?" I asked, genuinely curious. "Yes...ooooh god...fuck." Thwack. Her breathing now came in quick, shallow, and yet still ragged gasps. Her fingernails dug into the polished oak of her desk. I casually lowered myself into the chair behind the desk, I tried to look her in the eye but a veil of sweaty hair shaded her eyes from view. "Explain." "It was either fire someone or...or...oh fuck...please...fuck...Ugh. Or reduce my raise by ten percent." Her fingers were reflexively curling and uncurling and her legs started shifting back and forth trying to rub her clit enough to find some release. Better put a stop to that. "No moving. Bad girl." I opened a few of her desk drawers until I found a twenty-four inch steel ruler with the words Coltrane Engineering printed in big block letters—a remnant of our contract with Coltrane Engineering, an engineering firm later found out to be guilty of using substandard materials to build schools and government buildings. Not fair to judge on guilt by association, but... I stood up and leaned over the desk, ruler in hand, positioning my crotch directly in front of Nancy's face. I sighed slightly as Nancy's hot breath caressed my cock through my pants. I stroked the side of her head for a moment and I could feel her body shivering, hungry for release. My cock twitched slightly as I smacked the ruler down on her left ass check. Thwack. "Uhhhhh..." The moan vibrated through the front of my pants in a not unpleasing manner. I smacked her ass a few more times with the ruler, until each cheek was a burning red. I sat back down and tilted my head in consideration. On her big desk calendar I noticed the name "Stockdale" circled with a bright red marker followed by a phone number and the words "One o'clock—IMPORTANT!!" All caps and two exclamation marks huh? I checked Nancy's office clock—12:57. We can't have her missing that call. I figured all she would need was one more little push to become my drooling fucktoy. "Have you replaced my position with someone new?" "Y...Y...Yesssssss..." Nancy hissed. There it is. Nancy was ready. "Do you want me to fuck you?" Nancy tried to speak, but all that would come out was a primal grunt. I stood up and walked behind her, undoing my belt. I let my pants fall to floor as I stepped up behind her, my hands on her hips. "I'll fuck you on one condition. You have to conduct your conference call with Mr. Stockdale." "Anyth...Anything. Please." She sobbed. "I need it. I need it so badly. My body feels like it's going to bur...bur...burn up." I pressed the speaker phone button and quickly dialed the number she had written down. As the phone rang I pulled down my briefs and positioned the head of my cock against her slick slit. Her whole body was trembling anticipation, but I had to wait for the... "Hello, Ms. O'Donnell?" I rammed my cock, all seven and a half inches, inside of Nancy in one deep, hard, merciless thrust. Nancy's head whipped back and a loud, throaty, "FUCK!" filled the room. "Nancy? Are you ok? What the hell was that?" The voice of Mr. Stockdale asked, seeming concerned. I rammed into her again. And again. And again. "Do your best to answer him." I whispered breathily in her ear. "So...sorRY! Miss...Mister Stockdale. I...ohhhhh...god...ohhh. I stubbed my t-t-t-t-toe." Though she was doing an admirable job considering I had started playing with her clit—pinching it, rubbing it in slow circles, stroking it—the pitch of her voice fluctuated throughout the ten words she'd spoken undercutting her performance somewhat. "Oh. Ha." The voice chuckled nervously. "I thought you'd been stabbed or something. You sounded like you were dying." Nancy tried to laugh back but the sound came out as a shrill yelp as my fingers closed around her nipple. "Remember," I whispered, "You'll get fired if you don't land this account." The face of pure bliss that had been plastered over her face slumped slightly and she tried to reassemble some of her usual steely composure. "Yessss, ssssir." She hissed as moved my finger from her clit to the puckered ring of her asshole. My thrusts had slowed slightly, giving her the opportunity to continue the phone call long enough for this to be fun. "I'm...ohhhhhhhhh...so sorry." The elongated 'oh' followed the easy insertion of middle finger to the first knuckle. Wow. She's a fan of anal. I thought as I began to massage the vaginal facing wall of her rectum. "I'm...feeling a little undertheweather *gasp*," (pushing in to the second knuckle) "but your business means tooooooo much to me." "I appreciate the dedication. I was hoping we might discuss some of the finer points of the contract?" The disembodied voice asked casually. I casually switched from playing with her right nipple to her left, and I shifted the hair away from her left ear. I let my tongue slide along the rim of her ear, biting down as I reached her earlobe. "Which..." under her breath she muttered a quick 'ohfuckdon'tstop' before continuing. "...points would you like...to...to...to..." She gasped, tensing up, her body going completely rigid. I quickly sent a mental command through The Coin You can't find release. "...Cover?" The word came out as a frustrated sigh. "Well subsection three of the contract, dealing with remuneration to Xiphias for the afterwork dealing with our ad campaign. It calls for 30% of the ad budget on top of your normal rate for billable hours." I removed my hands from teasing her and I let them caress their way down to her hips, my fingernails scratching her skin as they went. As she started to answer I grabbed the sides of her hips roughly and started to pound into her. The smack of flesh on flesh filled our ears and I could feel the head of my cock rake over Nancy's engorged g-spot faster, and faster, and faster. The desk, the phone, the pencils and pens started to shake and Nancy had to bite down on her lip to keep from screaming. "Nance, are you guys doing some construction work over there? I could swear I hear some hammering." Nancy opened her mouth to respond and I smacked her ass as hard as I could. "OH GOD YES!" Her eyes shot open, startled by what had erupted from her mouth. "So..." another thwack. "...sorry sir. I...I'm having a Renoir hung. I'm...I mean it's being hammered in right now." She bit her lip again as my free hand return to rubbing her clit in small, fast circles. "Why don't you explain your concerns to me, Mr. Stockdale." As the voice began describing his concerns with receivables and board oversight I tapped the mute button on the phone. "When you cum, you're going to describe everything that's happening to you. Your position, what you're feeling, what you're doing. Everything. And you're not going to stop talking until he either hangs up or you finish cumming. Do you understand?" "You're an evil fucking bastard. That's what I understand." "Answer the question." "Yes." As she finished saying the word her vaginal muscles tensed tightly—the command for her arousal to double was still in effect. "Nance, I think I can sell my board on either a discounted rate on the billables or 15% of ads. What do you think?" I quickly unmuted the phone and started pumping into her with deep, slow thrusts, building myself to orgasm. "Tom, I think...I think...I think...I can sell 25% to the partners." She moaned under her breath as my pistoning picked up in pace. "But I'm going to need your ass. A-assurances on the billables being unchanged." I started ramming into her, my balls churning for release. Frantically, I sent a single thought through The Coin, Squirt. "OH HOLY FUCK." Nancy's vagina clamp down around me, a wall of pressure building behind my cock. "Nancy, what the fuck is going on over there?" As I pulled out for one last thrust before I burst inside of her the well of pressure building behind her g-spot was released explosively. Her cunt started to gush and a spray of glistening cum fell to floor underneath her. "OHMYGOD I'M CUMMING...I'M FUCKING SQUIRTING" I felt the first spray of cum erupt from my cock as she howled the word 'squirting.' "I'VE GOT A HUGE DICK IN ME. I'M GETTING FUCKED OVER MY DESK...OH FUCK, HE'S FILLING ME WITH CUM...OH GOD YES!" The sound of a dial tone could be heard as Nancy's body collapsed on the table, the muscles of her legs twitching gently as she sank into a puddle of her pleasure and mine. The Coin Pt. 04 "Have a good day Nancy." I said with a pleasant smile on my face. As an afterthought I sent, If anyone asks, tell them the truth, tell them you begged me to fuck you. I put my briefs and pants back on and strolled out of the office with a big smile on my face. I waved 'thanks' to Jim on my way out and made a mad dash to my car. As I opened the door my phone started ringing...Amy had apparently gotten tired of waiting for her coffee. "Hey babe." I cooed sweetly. "You know...When I asked for 'the coffee' I didn't think you'd be so obedient that you'd actually go from coffee place to coffee place buying it all up." "Yeah...I got delayed." "I'm sure you did, carrying that would be heavy. You better have a grandé hazelnut from Caffeé in that epic haul or else I'm going to be pissed that I've been sitting here in bed, with a sore, pussy, neck, ass...sore everything waiting for my fucking coffee. Dear." "Sweetie, I'm sorry. I'm at work. I got laid off yesterday. I came back to collect my stuff. That's why I went out this morning. I'm sorry, I know I should've told you. I should be back in an hour or so." "Oh my god...It's ok baby. Take your time. I'm gonna go hop in the bath and rest my sore...well you know the rest." There was a brief pause, followed by and emphatic, "Oh. I was serious about that coffee. If you don't bring it I will kill you and make it look like a stroke. Job or no job." Another day, another threat. I smiled to myself as I pocketed my phone. I jumped into the Mustang, turned the key, and listened to the engine purr. I let my head lull back feeling an exhaustion I hadn't known had been weighing on me. Losing my job was finally catching up to me—I'm not sure why that mattered exactly, I hated that job. But it felt like was losing a connection to the person I'd been. The last forty-eight hours had been incredibly fun, and yet there was a dark feeling gnawing at the edges of my mind. If you don't move eventually, Amy might actually kill you, I thought as I threw the engine to gear, pulled out of the parking lot, and sped towards downtown. Caffeé was a popular and trendy café (as the name implied) that served the late-twenty-something business professionals. The coffee was vastly overpriced, gourmet, slow brewed, fair trade, organic, and, unfortunately, delicious. Given the time of day it was largely deserted, Caffeé's preferred clientele was either off saving lives at the hospital or robbing them blind at the bank. The sole customer was a wiry college student. He had a mop of thick brown hair, a pair of thick black glasses covering grey eyes, and a nervous expression on his face. Though he feigned doing work on his laptop, the kid kept sending furtive glances at the young woman running the counter. Wheels started turning in my head as I approached the register. The girl behind the counter, a black name tag marking her as 'Lauren,' set down her phone forlornly as I drummed my hands on the counter in mock contemplation. "Hi there, what can I get you today?" Lauren asked dully. I pretended to study the small specials board on the counter, though I actually used the pause to study Lauren's body. She was petite, about 5'4 with a curvy, soft body. She wasn't fat, quite the opposite, but she had none of the hard lines that came with years of strenuous exercise. Lauren's C-cup bust, round ass, and curvy hips were the product of good nutrition, an okay diet, and a largely sedentary life style. She wore her straight blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail, brown eyes behind a hipsterish pair of glasses riding her button nose. "Yeah. You know, I'll take two grandé hazelnut coffees. And throw in a biscotti." Lauren moved from her slumped posture and lazily went about twisting the knobs on the "Giant Brass Monstrosity" (as Amy called it)—the ancient coffee maker that was both a wildly fascinating relic and the secret to their excellent coffee. Now, there's a girl who hates her job as much as I hated mine. Computer Boy was still clacking away on his laptop, his eyes occasionally lingering on Lauren's ass as she climbed the step ladder needed to reach the fresh biscotti. I thought his eyes would pop out of his head when Lauren had to jump to reach biscotti jar—every part of that soft, supple body bounced mesmerizingly as she landed, container of biscotti in hand. Lauren grabbed a biscotti with a piece of wax paper and practically threw it into a brown paper bag. She brought the bag and two cups of aromatic hazelnut coffee to the counter. "Will that be all?" "Yep. Keep the change." I threw fifteen dollars on the marble counter top (the two coffees cost five dollars each, the biscotti three dollars. Expensive right?) and took a seat at a nearby table, feigning interest in a well read newspaper. I slipped a hand into my pocket and fingered The Coin and sent a command to Lauren, You won't notice that I'm here for the next hour. Lauren's dower expression didn't change much, she was still hunched over scrolling through her phone. I looked at Computer Boy. CB for short, I chuckled internally. I took The Coin out of my pocket and started rubbing the face with the All Seeing Eye. I had never tried to send a command at man before and I was a little hesitant to try. I didn't want to find any flaws in this life altering token—though, admittedly, the power to control women was hard to perceive as flawed whatever the other limitations. I focused on CB and sent the same command to him that I had sent to Lauren. I felt...resistance. It's hard to explain exactly, it's almost as if I had to force a door that had swollen in its frame. But the command went through, CB put a hand to his head and massaged his temples as though he felt the beginnings of a headache. I pulled the top off my coffee, dipped my biscotti, and bit into it with a satisfying crunch. Neither patron took notice of me. Excellent. I spun The Coin on the table and decided to help Lauren and CB have a little fun at Caffeé. All right, I thought, Eye I start with Lauren, amber waves of grain I start with CB. I slapped my palm down on the table, slamming The Coin flat against the lacquered wood. The Eyes have it. I looked at Lauren and sent my first command: Your body feels tight, you need to stretch out. Lauren's expression changed suddenly—she stood up straight, she rolled her shoulders, stretched her legs, rubbed fingers into her neck muscles, knuckled the small of her back, and bent her back against the counter top. It's not working, I sent. Lauren's expression changed from annoyed to frustrated, her body had never betrayed her this way before, and she still had hours left on her shift. I watched her reach into her purse and pull out a small bottle of aspirin. I pushed a thought through her, quickly quashing the idea that medication would help—Aspirin won't fix this. Lauren looked at the bottle for a moment as though considering, finally shaking her head and setting it down. She began to pace back and forth behind the counter, muttering quietly to herself about needing a break. Lauren was beginning to look frantic, the soreness was everywhere, but it was mostly centered in the back of her neck. She needed relief. "Fuck. It's never been this bad before. Fuck, fuck, fuck." The last word came out in a hushed growl. I sent one image through The Coin, an image of CB rubbing her shoulders, a little seed that I hoped would take root. She paced back and forth a few more times, occasionally looking at CB. Every time she looked up at him she stare, her lips moving slightly as if figuring out how to ask, then she would shake her head and resume pacing and awkwardly rubbing the back of her neck. CB, as it happened had taken renewed interest in Lauren as she had begun her quick march back and forth behind the counter. Eventually, they caught one another's eyes. Lauren stopped mid pace and deliberately strolled over to CB's table bringing a pitcher of water to refill his empty glass. "Hey Sam," she began timidly, filling his glass slowly to give her more time to stammer out her request, "I'm sorry to bother you but my neck is absolutely killing me. I know this is awkward but would you mind giving me a massage? You look like you have strong hands and I've got five hours left on shift." His hands didn't look particularly strong, but I couldn't fault Lauren her technique. Sam looked stunned. The object of his lust was asking him to touch her. His eyes darted back and forth as if a group of people were going to jump out and yell 'GOTCHA' if he acquiesced. "I can do you after you do me." Lauren added, a hint of desperation in her voice. "I give really, really good massages...Please, I'm dying here. I'm begging you." Despite her desperation and flirtation Sam seemed like he was going to say 'no'. "Seriously? Seriously Sam? What the fuck, man? I'm trying to help you out." I yelled at the oblivious college student. "I couldn't set this up any easier." "Um...I don't know..." I sent an image of Lauren's breasts rubbing against his back as she worked his neck, her breath hot on his neck. Sam's eyes bulged in their sockets and he stopped midsentence swallowing hard. "I...I'm not very good...but I can try?" "Oh god! Thank you!" Lauren pulled out an adjacent chair, spun it around, straddled it, and moved her pony tail to the front of neck. Sam tentatively reached out hands to Lauren's bare skin, and he started awkwardly kneading the taught, bunched muscles at the base of her neck. God he needs help, I thought. I sent a command to Lauren, His touch feels good, it causes the tension to melt away and it arouses you. "Oooooooh. That feels so good...so good." Lauren moaned, her body sagging as his fingers washed away the tension from her body. You want it lower. Lauren shifted in the chair, trying to move Sam's hands down her back without asking. "Sam, would you mind going down my back a bit? You've been doing a great job on my neck." Sam looked like he was in heaven, he could feel the heat from Lauren's skin, he could smell her hair, and he looked like he was working very hard to hide a tenting in his pants. He moved his hands gingerly down her back, knuckling knots of muscle on either side of her spine. The real pain is behind your bra strap. "Lower...a little lower...a little...ohhhh yeahh." Sam swallowed again, his fingers were directly over the snap to Lauren's bra. Pressing through the material was giving him a little trouble, and Lauren seemed to be getting both frustrated and horny. "Ok. I'm just going to take my top off. That way you can reach under my bra, that's where all this tension is coming from." "W...what?" Sam stuttered. "Come on, Sam. Don't be embarrassed it's like being at the beach. Maybe you should take your pants off...fair play and all that." She winked playfully, her arousal making her bold. She reached her hands under the waist band of her pants, grabbed the hem of her shirt, and pulled it up over her head in one fluid motion. Lauren's breasts bounced in a white tiger print bra, her ponytail swished back and forth in front of Sam's eyes. "Come on, Sam. I'm starting to feel a lot better. Once you're done making me feel good it'll be my chance to make you feel good." She said breathily. Sam's hands shook as they slid under the strap of her bra, and he could no longer hide the large bulge in his pants. He stroked the area underneath the clasp slowly, using the slight sheen of sweat there as a lubricant for long, hard pressure pulls. Lauren sighed contentedly as the last dregs of discomfort ebbed from her back. I stroked The Coin as I sent Lauren another 'suggestion', It feels good, but it would feel so much better without a bra wouldn't it? Without pretense Lauren reached around to unclasp her bra. In the process of doing so, however, she knocked the pitcher of ice water off the table and into Sam's lap. Sam gasped and shot up as the frigid water splashed and soaked his crotch. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" Lauren grabbed a handful of napkins and quickly started patting down Sam's crotch. Sam looked mortified. I watched with fascination as she moved her hand over his obvious erection, sending a quick command, It's the most perfect cock you've ever felt. You want it. It took Lauren a moment to realize, but when it dawned on her that she was patting down Sam's rigid member a little smile tugged at the corner of her lips. The Coin had worked its magic and Lauren's little smile evolved into a voracious smirk. "Here, sit back down." Lauren motioned him back into his seat, she sunk to her knees heedless of the puddle of water soaking her black denim jeans. She gave a halfhearted effort of patting the obvious erection with some napkins. Eventually, she gasped, "Oh my god! You must be freezing. I have to warm you up." She put her lips against the zipper to his pants and exhaled directly over the head of Sam's cock. "Uggghhhh." Sam moaned loudly. He looked confused, surprised, uncomfortable, but most of all he looked horny. Lauren exhaled several more times before looking up into Sam's eyes with mock dismay. "It's not working is it?" She snaked her hands to his belt and began quickly undoing the buckle. "We need to get you...out of...these wet things." She grunted with the exertion of pulling the belt free of its loops. Once out of the way her fingers deftly unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper. Her right hand reached into Sam's boxers and pulled out his rigid and strangely cold member. "Nope. This won't do. This should be someplace warm." She wasn't shy about sucking Sam's cock. She took the length of him into her throat on her first thrust. Sam moaned a disbelieving sigh, words failing him as Lauren's blonde head started to bob up and down. She reached behind her back and completed the task that she had originally set out to do. Lauren's bra fell into her lap displaying her perfectly tanned tits, with hard, dark nipples, and two small puckered areolas. She grabbed Sam's right hand and placed it on her tit. I figured that this was an opportune moment to lock the door and flip the closed sign. Where's a 'Do Not Disturb' sign when you need one? The wet unch unch of Sam's cock hitting the back of Lauren's echoed through the deserted café. Sam, sure that this was no longer a joke, began playing with Lauren's tits—pinching her nipples, twisting them, squeezing her breasts, tracing small circles around her nipples. Lauren shivered visibly, and thrust her chest against his hands urging Sam to play with her body further. The Coin's command was still in effect and Sam's touch was beginning to rob Lauren of her rhythmic control of his cock. Emboldened by Lauren's directness Sam suddenly stood up, his cock springing out of her mouth, sending little droplets of saliva flying at Lauren's face. He bent down, slung Lauren over his back, and carried her to the counter. Lauren grunted as she landed ass first on the counter, but no sooner had she landed then Sam began working on removing her pants. Lauren's body was now slick with sweat and the two had to work together to pull down her pants and panties. Lauren had a manicured blonde landing strip above her inflamed clit and dripping wet pussy. Once fully exposed Sam knelt down, positioning his mouth directly on top of Lauren's clit, he placed a hand on her stomach and applied upward pressure pulling the hood of her clit back, exposing more of the sensitive bundle of nerves. Lauren's breathing was little more than a pant, her hands groped and molested her tits, savagely rubbing, squeezing, and pinching them as Sam began his oral assault on her pussy. The sounds of wet sucking coming from between Lauren's legs played harmony to her loud moans. "Oh yes, Sam. Mmmm...just...mmm...ju...OH GOD...YES! JUST LIKE THAT!" Lauren's hand tangled in Sam's hair, pushing him down, keeping his mouth and tongue fixed on her clit. He had inserted two fingers into her pussy and he was now sliding his fingers in and out of her in rhythm with his swirling tongue. Watching my two puppets dance had gotten me exceedingly hard, I decided to unzip my pants and let my swollen cock free of its painful shackles. "ooohimgonnacum..." Lauren let out in a hushed whisper. Her left hand clung to the edge of the desk, her abdominal muscles curling tight, her hand a vice in Sam's hair keeping him pinned against her pussy. "Ohholyfuck...fuckfuckfuckfuck...dontyoudarefuckingstopyoufucker..." Lauren's words ran together as Sam's probing tongue and unrelenting fingers brought her to a crushing orgasm. "Nononono...if you don't stop...imgonna...imgonna...cum again..." The last phrase came out as little more than a sigh, her body tensing again for its second orgasm. "Shitshitshit...move your fingers I'm gonna squirt. MOVE YOUR FUCKING FINGERS!" Sam quickly retracted his fingers and the wall keeping Lauren's orgasmic fluids in broke down. A steam of fluid gushed out of Lauren's slit and onto the counter, pooling around her ass. "Inside me. NOW!" She commanded. Sam needed little provocation. He stood up, slid his arms under each of her thighs, and pulled her ass off the counter. He pushed his cock into position and then slowly slid into her. Lauren let out a hissing 'yessssss', her hands gripping the counter top so that she could start pushing back onto him. Sam moved slowly, savoring each millimeter of penetration into Lauren's body. He was in heaven. He was ready to make love to this beautiful woman. But Lauren doesn't want a gentlemen, I thought, my hand slowly stroking my cock. I touched The Coin and sent a command to Sam, Fuck her like you hate her. Sam's gaze darkened and his soft insertion, turned into a rough thrust. The remaining four inches of his six inch cock rammed into her, his balls smacking against her bouncing ass. "Take that you fucking bitch." He growled as he started to pump into her, his ass flexing as he fucked Lauren. "Oh yeah...oh yeah...talk dirty to me you fucker. Fuck me...like the slut...I am..." Lauren's expression darkened to a shade similar to Sam's. She propped herself up on her arms, using the counter to balance her back thrusts against him. Their fucking looked like a balancing act, but both were managing. The slap, I didn't see coming. Sam let Lauren's right leg fall to the ground and used his newly free hand to slap Lauren hard in the face. Her head turned almost forty-five degrees to the right, a spray of blond hair spinning with her. She looked at Sam with pure hatred in her eyes. "Oh...That's it." She pushed off the table hard enough to force him stumbling to the ground, Lauren still on top of him. He fell hard on his ass, causing his penis to ram deep inside of Lauren. "FUCK ME!" She screamed, pinning Sam's arms to the ground she began to ride him feverishly. The little café filled with the essence of lust—the rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh, the musty smell of sex and sweat, and the screams and moans of two people fucking like animals. Sam had managed to gain control again, flipping Lauren over on her back. They were now fucking on the pile of clothes that Lauren had discarded during her massage. Sam had put Lauren's legs in the air and his spastic pumping revealed he was reaching the edge. Sam's mouth moved to Lauren's and they enjoyed a rough biting, sucking, licking kiss as Sam's hips flexed one last time, his cock spurting inside of her. The couple lay like that for some time, Sam collapsed on top of Lauren, both breathing heavily. I watched for a few moments more before sending my next command, my hand had stopped at the head of my cock where a small pool of precum had formed. Lauren, come here and clean my cock. The Coin Pt. 04 Lauren pushed the now dozing Sam off of her and she swayed her way between my knees. As her tongue flicked out to collect the large drop of precum I turned on my phone. Lauren's tongue arched as she brought it back into her mouth, a small reservoir of precum on her tongue and a long sticky tendril leading back to my throbbing cock. I used my free hand to push her down. As she swallowed me I hit the contact labeled 'Bitch' and my phone started ringing. Lauren was gagging slightly, not used to having someone of my length buried in her throat, after about thirty seconds I let her up to take a couple of breaths, then she went down again, dutifully sucking. My phone stopped ringing and a frightened voice answered, "Hello?" "Meet me at...ooooh...Meet me at 125 East London Ave in an hour. Bring three of your favorite sex toys." The Coin Pt. 05 Lauren bobbed up and down, her blonde, sweat streaked hair swaying as she forced my cock down her throat. Her right hand was cupping my balls and her left hand was furiously working her clit. I laid back letting the warm waves of pleasure coming from Lauren's tight mouth wash over me, the sounds of my cock hitting the back of her throat and her moans of pleasure slowly building a fire in my balls. Still naked, Lauren's tits moved in small circles—the force of her impaling mouth causing them to jostle with each thrust. I idly reached out my hand and pinched her nipples, sending a command through The Coin for her to cum when I squeezed. As I pulled and pinched the leathery nub between index finger and thumb I felt Lauren's body go rigid. Her mouth stopped four inches down my swollen member, her entire world distilling to the pleasure radiating from between her legs and her tits. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her hand became a blur on her clit. "Mmmmph!" Lauren's pleasured groan was muffled by her stuffed mouth. The vibrations from her moans sending just enough of a jolt to push me over the edge. "Swallow it all!" I managed to mutter through gritted teeth. Lauren's mouth stayed fixed on my cock as jet after jet of sticky cum shot down the back of her throat. Tears started welling in her eyes and for a moment it seemed like she was going to choke, but she managed to gain control, swallowing loudly as the last twitch of my cock sent a final spurt into her mouth. She moved her lips back up to the head of my cock and let her tongue swirl around the head—lapping up any cum she may have missed. "Good girl." I patted Lauren's saliva strewn cheek and moved to get up. Lauren fell heavily on her ass. Her body exhausted, content, and thoroughly sore. The café smelled like sex, sweat, and coffee. I grabbed Amy's drink and headed towards the door. "Well...That was hot." Standing next to the door in a forest green strapless dress was Eris. She was leaning against the wall, her arms folded over her chest, her head titled to the side in slight amusement. Her red hair ran in shimmering ringlets to her shoulders. Eris's emerald eyes, ringed thickly with dark eyeliner, flicked from the passed out Sam to the barely conscious Lauren. Her rosy tongue snaked around her dull pink colored lips as if in hunger. She let her left hand idly stroke her right breast through the sheer fabric of her dress—her nipple hardening under the gentle touch of her slender hand. She straightened from the wall and closed the distance between us. She placed her hand on my shoulder and walked around me in a slow circle until she stood behind me, arms wrapped around my chest. "I can see you're using full advantage of my powers now." She exhaled into my ear. I felt my previously tired cock twitch back to full attention. Her arms drifted from my chest down the sides of my body, her nipples two diamond points on my back. I felt the warm, wet, rough feeling of her tongue sliding along the outside of my ear as her hands reached the tent in my pants. Her hands went to work tracing the outline of my cock through my pants—paying special attention to the still-sensitive head. "I can't wait to see what we have planned for Amy and Jenny." She practically moaned the words in my ear. At this point one of her hands was stroking the underside of my shaft while the other massaged my balls. "You've made me..." Her tongue slid into my ear, her right hand reached into my pants the palm caressing the burning hot tip of my cock, her left handed guide my hand back to the warmth between her legs. Eris began rubbing herself with my fingers, dampness seeping through the silk material around her crotch. "...very...happy." She finished the word as a sigh. Suddenly her demeanor switched—her hands moved from pleasuring herself and me to pushing me out the door. "Depending on how this afternoon goes I may let you fulfill the thought that's going through your head...Yes. That one." She winked coyly. To be honest I had been thinking about tying her to the foot of the bed and making her slide that gorgeous mouth up and down on my cock until I exploded over her face and tits. "Now. Move. I'm sure your...little woman...isn't happy to be left waiting so long for mediocre coffee." She made a shooing motion with her hands as we exited Caffeé, ushering me towards my car. "How are you here?" I asked dumbly as I settled into the car. Eris sat languidly in the passenger seat, one hand playing idly with her crotch, the other hand teasing at her hardened nipple. As I finished my question a wry smile snuck over her face. "Are you asking someone who has the power to warp reality for *you* how *they* managed to appear in your world?" She seemed to be waiting for a response, but I was still having trouble focusing. Eris had gotten me painfully hard and the thought of fucking her was blotting out all other thought. Eris seemed to lose interest in the answer and she returned to playing with herself—exploring her body with trembling fingers. I swallowed hard, started the Mustang, and headed towards Amy's apartment. Just as I had worked enough fluid into my mouth to ask my next question my phone started ringing. Eris perked up, flicking playful eyes over at me. "You know, it's a bad idea to use your phone when driving." She slid an arm over the divider, snaking her hand into the pocket with the vibrating cell phone. She curled her fingers around the phone and brought it out, still ringing—but not before letting the nails of her index and middle finger scrape against the outline of my turgid member. Eris answered the phone and put set it to speaker phone. A nervous voice warbled from the speaker, "Hello?" "Jenny. Where are you?" "I'm at the address you gave me. I have...what you wanted me to bring." Eris smiled knowingly at the screen. "Good. I should be there soon. While I'm driving I want you to describe your toys for me. Describe how you use them. How they make you feel." I slowed the car down as Jenny began her slow, shaking description of her toys. "The first one I brought is a big purple vibrator. It's eight inches long and it has a little nub at the base to massage my clit. I love fucking myself with this one..." The phone went silent for a moment as Jenny decided how to describe how it made her feel. "It makes me feel like I'm a goddess." Eris snorted with laughter, almost dropping the phone as she cackled wildly. "Is someone else with you?" Jenny asked her nerves frayed. Eris settled enough to give me a curious expression. *What are you going to say?* She sent. *You could make her like it...or...* "It doesn't matter. Keep going. Describe the next one." Even at my reduced speed Jenny would only have time to finish describing one other toy. "My second favorite toy is a giant black dildo." She said it matter-of-factly but the pause after she finished suggested that wherever she was sitting she was flushed with embarrassment. "It's twelve inches and really thick. Six inches around I think. God...fucking myself with it makes me feel like a fucking whore. I don't know why, but I love the thought of getting fucked by a giant black cock. It makes me feel full. My husband's dick is so fucking small. But this thing makes me so horny. Whenever I see it I feel the need to slide it inside of me." I parked the car as Jenny finished her story, but I remained inside, letting her finish her description before continuing with my plan. "My last toy is new. It's a double penetration vibrator. The vibrator has two cocks—the one that goes in my ass is about your length and width and the one that goes in my pussy is about an inch shorter." A slight pause. "I've only used it a couple of times but both times it's made me cum harder than anything else. I can't help but think of you fucking me, making me cum so hard. Thinking about it drives me crazy. The day after my ass was so sore that any time I moved I thought about your cock thrusting into me. I had to feel it again so I went out and bought the vibrator. God...I feel like such a slut." "You are a slut. For the rest of the day you'll do whatever I tell you to, without question. And you'll address me as 'Master' when we're alone or when I specify." "Of course, Master." "Where are you?" "Waiting in my car, Master." "Meet me in front of apartment A." "Yes, Mast—" I hung up the phone and walked towards Amy. I saw Jenny getting out of a black BMW. I guess she was able to explain it away. I though blithely. I turned to see if Eris was following, but it seemed she had disappeared. I looked around for a couple seconds but she seemed to have truly vanished. Jenny caught up to me at the door to my apartment and I led her up the stairs. "Are you back with my gold plated coffee cup? I swear if you expect a blowjo...Oh. Shit. Sorry, I wasn't *expecting* company." Amy's eyes shot daggers at me. After she had finished glaring she examined Jenny for the first time. Jenny was wearing a white tank top with a black bra and a pair of skinny jeans that showed off her luscious ass. Amy's expression was a mix of curiosity, annoyance, and caution. "I'm Amy..." "I'm Jenny. McGuire." Amy extended a hand which Jenny took weakly. "Oh! I need to change into something, just give me a minute." Amy realized that her robe was barely closed and that she was dangerously close to exposing herself to Jenny. She wrapped her arms around her chest and stomped off towards the bedroom. I made a move to follow her, but she shot a hand up, "No. You stay here. Be a good host." Her tone of voice suggested that she was none too happy about the surprise visit. "So...What's your plan?" I turned to find Eris sitting lazily on the counter top, her pale legs crossed, her green dress gone, her blood red tresses the only thing covering her breasts from complete exposure. Jenny didn't seem to notice Eris, or if she did she ignored the naked woman remarkably well. Eris leaned back on her hands, flashing her soft pink nipples as she readjusted her weight. The sight of Eris naked made it hard for me to think. "What...plan?" I asked dumbly. Eris scoffed and ran a hand through her hair. "You know what plan I mean." Her emerald eyes fixed on mine and suddenly a series of images flashed through my mind. Jenny and Amy on their knees in front of me, Amy licking my balls Jenny taking me all the way to my base. Their tongues and lips meeting in a pseudo-kiss as they sucked on the head of my cock. Jenny sitting on Amy's face as I rammed my too-big cock into Amy. Jenny licking Amy as I railed into her ass. The scene was so vivid I felt like I was experiencing it. I could feel Jenny's ass squeezing the length of my cock. I could taste Amy's sweat as I moved to suck on her neck. I could smell the combined musk of Jenny and Amy's cunts as they worked each other to a frenzy. The kitchen dissolved around me—I was inside of Amy, her hips undulating sluttily as she rode me, Jenny's hot cunt over my mouth, her arousal covering my mouth and chin, my tongue flicking over the swollen bud of her clit. Amy moved faster now, her hips grinding into me as she worked to bring me to a howling orgasm. Waves of tingling energy erupted from my balls, surging through my body. I could feel Amy's vaginal muscles work me in a waves, milking me as I finally released my cum inside of her. As my cock twitched for the last time the room came in to focus, but the warm wet sensation around my cock remained. I looked down and saw Jenny, red lipstick smeared, mouth fixed at the head of my cock, lapping up all the cum she could. My pants had apparently been pulled to the floor hastily and a lone button lay a few feet away, propelled off my pants by Jenny's urgent disrobing of me. "What the fuck is going on here?" Amy stood in the door to the kitchen. She had fixed her hair in a bun and had put on her sexiest clothes (at some level she felt intimidated by Jenny, I think)—a black t-shirt with a plunging neckline and gray yoga pants. Her face was a mix of anger and pain, heavily favoring anger at the moment. The scene looked bad. Jenny's mouth was still on my cock and she made no motion to stand up. Everything seemed to slow as I tried to think of what to do. *Use me.* Eris sent, calmly at first. Then more urgently, *USE ME!* *I can't. It's...Amy.* Eris pounced off the counter, her breasts bouncing slightly at the impact. Her eyes were on fire and for the first time she looked genuinely angry. Somehow the room had gone silent, Amy was still breathing, her eyes still on fire, but she appeared frozen in time—her mouth open as though she was about to scream. Eris walked slowly over to Amy. The soft padding of her feet the only sound in the still apartment. She circled Amy, her eyes tracing over every feature, drinking in every detail, hair, and curve of Amy's body. Eris slid a finger under Amy's right breast and the nipple underneath responded immediately becoming rigid as Eris traced a small circle around her areola. Eris continued her inspection, leaving her hand on Amy's breast, teasing and playing with the nipple as she went behind her. Her free hand slid down Amy's stomach sliding under the elastic of Amy's pants. Soon I could see a rhythmic tenting in Amy's yoga pants as Eris's fingers worked her clit. Amy's face remained angry looking but a deep flush had spread across her cheeks. "She wants it, you know?" Eris said casually, her lips pressing against Amy's ear. Eris looked considering for a moment and then she pressed her ruby lips against Amy's ear and sucked in her earlobe. Her fingers were working Amy faster now, the ritual stretch of the material around Amy's crotch moving faster and faster. "She's..." Eris said in little more than a whisper, a hot breath into Amy's ear, "Aching." Eris pinched Amy's nipple hard, emphasizing the word. "To be fucked." Amy's breathing intensified and suddenly a wet spot blossomed from her crotch. "See?" "I can't." I said with a dry throat. "What?" Eris said her eyes glowing a terrible green. "I must have misheard you." She pulled her hands away from Amy and lithely stepped in front of me. "I know that you wouldn't...take my power for granted and waste it at a time like this, would you?" "I can't do it to Amy." I said, my voice growing firmer with resolve. "Using The Coin..." it occurred to me that I hadn't used The Coin since the café. My mind started piecing together how Jenny had been compelled to suck me. It's a distraction, I scolded myself. Focus on this. Eris was only a few inches from my face her eyes staring unblinking into mine. She seemed so much taller than she had when I had first met her. Her face was bathed in shadow, all except for those brilliant green eyes. "...to make her..." I swallowed hard. "...fuck me is one thing. This is too much." Eris smiled wickedly. "Such a good boy. We'll have to train that out of you." She reached a hand up to my head, her index fingernail pressed into the center of my forehead and a blinding pain shot through me. I felt a flame...no...a bonfire...light inside of me, made of pure lust. An animal hunger. Everything—every emotion, every fear, every thought, every subconscious understanding was consumed by the flame leaving nothing behind. Adrenaline surged through my veins sending electric jolts through my wrists, my fingers, my neck. My pupils dilated, my heart raced, and the head of my cock turned a dark purple as it engorged with blood. I couldn't think, I was an animal, slave to Eris's desires. But time hadn't started moving yet. I needed to pin Amy to the ground, to quench the fire filling my cock in the wetness of her crotch. But Eris wasn't done yet. Eris gently rested a hand on the collar of my shirt, her lips finding the nape of my neck. I felt the two sharp points of her canine teeth press deeply into my flesh. I felt another surge of adrenaline hit me. Eris worked her hands down to the hem of my shirt and effortlessly she ripped it up the center. She walked behind me and pulled the torn garment off like a vest. There I stood in the kitchen, naked, my impossibly hard cock straining for release, precum oozing from the tip down shaft. Eris stood behind me and slid her hands around my length. She started stroking me slowly, her hands forming a tight circle that twisted as she went up the precum slickened length of my member. "You aren't going to fuck her." Eris whispered into my ear, a warm breath that didn't register as words but as a dark seed of intention. "You're going to...punish her." Eris's hands stroked faster, but her grip kept my sensitive cock from exploding. "Amy's a little prude. Getting angry when that slut was sucking your cock. She needs to be taught..." Eris let out a low moan, "...a lesson." The words filled my ears like satin sliding on satin. Faster pumping. "To punish our little whore, you need a cock worthy of the task." Eris grip grew tighter and as she pulled my cock swelled and elongated. Eight inches...nine inches...ten inches...eleven inches. Finally she stopped pulling and she released her grip. The orgasm I experienced was inhuman. The first rope of cum shot three feet across the room landing halfway up Amy's yoga pants. I shot three more ropes of similar size and prodigious volume across the room before I finally subsided. My frighteningly large cock dribbling thick cum from the tip. Eris kneeled in front of me. Those terrifyingly beautiful green eyes staring up at me. "Tell me what you're going to do." A hot breath on the head of my cock, velvet lips millimeters from the wet tip. I tried to speak, but I could only grunt. My mind was consumed by images of throwing Amy on the floor and ramming my cock into her. "Tell. Me." Her tongue flicked out and the barest graze of her tongue sent a painfully pleasurable shock through me. "Punish...her..." I grunted. "Good boy." Eris licked the remaining cum off of the head and swallowed with a self-satisfied smile. The suction made my vision go white for a moment, when it cleared Eris was gone and I seemed to have control of my body again. Before I could form a thought I threw my will at Amy, sending every ounce of lust, desire, animal libido I could into her body. No words. Just lust. She looked dazed for a moment, almost passing out as the intensity of the sensation hit her body and her mind. Before she had time to register I was on top of her, pushing her to the ground. I ripped a hole in her yoga pants and tore off her panties. Eight inches of my cock entered her on the first thrust. Eris had made her cum hard and as a result her cunt was well lubricated, but even so she wasn't ready for my new length. "AH!" She howled as I started ramming into her—forcing inch after inch inside of her. Her face was a mixture of anger, lust, pain, and rageful aggression. She needed to fuck back. She slapped me in the face, hard. The animal that Eris had awakened inside me couldn't take it, another surge of adrenaline rocketed through me and I found myself pushing her legs up in the air with my hands grasping around her throat. I had to punish her, to make her scream, to dominate her. "Harder!" The word came out as chocked scream, but her intention was clear. Her hands reached around and grabbed my flexing ass. She squeezed sharpened nails into me—adding her strength to the deep penetrating thrusts filling her cunt. I could feel myself bottoming out inside of her, but I couldn't stop myself. I needed more. I pumped as hard as I could, my hands cold steel around Amy's neck. Her eyes never left mine, her body rocking back against me, trying to intensify the need-filling sensations coursing through her. I moved a hand to Amy's shirt and pulled at the flexible fabric, ripping it away to reveal Amy's tits, shimmering with sweat in the low light of the kitchen. My mouth latched on to one of her nipples, sucking it, biting it, flicking it with my tongue. I could feel my balls boiling, a burning sensation building in my core as I reveled in our animalistic fucking. My tongue continued its relentless flicking of Amy's nipple as I felt myself explode inside of Amy. I pushed as much of my swollen member inside of her as I could and I felt my balls tense up and pull towards me. As I ejaculated inside of her it felt like I was boring out every ounce of my being, everything in my world collapsed into the sensations swirling up from my cock. Spurt after spurt, twitch after twitch of cum filled Amy. Amy let out a low growl as her body tensed, her own orgasm over taking her. Eventually my orgasm subsided, but I couldn't stop thrusting. The Coin Pt. 05 Despite the amount of cum oozing out of Amy's red, swollen, and abused cunt my arousal hadn't diminished—if anything it felt stronger. I moved my mouth from Amy's tit and let out an animalistic grunt. I *needed* more. When I looked up I was surprised to see Jenny's massive chest at eye level. She had partially stripped, tatters of her bra remained attached and her jeans remained stuck to one foot, but she was naked enough to squat over Amy's face. Amy let out a low shriek as I continued to push into her, her body overcome with a mixture of terrible pain and sweet pleasure. Dazed and horny as she was she latched onto Jenny's clit without much prompting—eager to find something else to fill the gaping hole in the center of her belly. Jenny screamed as Amy's tongue started its assault on her dripping cunt. Amy in turn would pause in her rough sucking to scream as I rammed into her. The cacophony of screams drove me to a fever pitch, my thrusting losing any semblance of direction or rhythm. My hungry mouth found Jenny's parted lips and our tongues began swirling around each other. I pulled her tongue into my mouth and sucked it, tasting a hint of cherry. My hands moved from around Amy's throat to Jenny's tits—squeezing and kneading the flesh as I continued my thrusts into Amy. We continued like that for several minutes. The sounds of sucking, flesh hitting flesh, and wet slurping playing background to the occasional moan, scream, and grunt. I unleashed a second load inside of Amy, then a third, and then a fourth. The flame inside of my stomach had finally started to calm, my body exhausted, my world blurry and wavering as my body shudder from my latest orgasm. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that Eris had returned. She was roughly playing with herself on the counter, one leg planted firmly on the marble, the other dangling off—plunging three curled fingers inside a molten hot cunt. Her left hand was roughly squeezing her breast, her tongue had snaked out and was flicking at the hardened nub as she watched, eyes burning. When she noticed me watching she smiled slyly and snapped her fingers together. A fresh wave of lust hit me. My body was exhausted, my mind was dissolving, but my cock was eager and in control. I pulled out of Amy and laid back. I visualized the two of them working on my cock as they had in the vision Eris had sent to me. Soon I felt two wet and hungry mouths devouring me. Both of them had swollen lips from kissing and from sucking. Jenny started by swallowing eight inches of my cock and then gagging loudly, tears streaking from her eyes. Amy roughly pushed her off, a small part of her brain still registering that she was angry for Jenny doing just that not more than thirty minutes ago. She impaled herself on me, eager to do what Jenny couldn't. She managed to take nine inches before she gagged, retreating quickly to catch her breath. But as soon as she gulped in enough air she impaled herself again, the head of my cock ramming past the initial resistance at the back of her throat. Jenny wasn't idle she moved her lips the base of my shaft, kissing down to my balls, her hand moving to stroke the parts of my cock that Amy couldn't reach yet. Both of them stared up at me as the serviced me. Hunger and lust bright in their eyes. I let my eyes roll back into my head as the sensations overtook me. Just when I thought I was about to cum I felt a new set of lips on the head of my cock. A skillful tongue started swirling and flicking the enlarged maroon head of my cock. I looked down and saw Eris kneeling before me. She had apparently pushed Amy to the ground and she was now straddling her face. Amy once again started sucking, without question, she was apparently too dazed to question the appearance of this stunning woman. Eris stared up at me, big eyes eager and in control, she extended a finger under me and slid it inside of my ass, applying a firm pressure to my prostate. I exploded. There's no other way to describe it. Every muscle in my body went tense, my hands slammed against the floor, and my hips rammed my cock into Eris's waiting mouth. I felt the muscles of my cock twitch and a long spurt of cum erupted inside Eris's mouth. Then another...then another...then another...and then three more. Eris remained starting at me, looking completely unfazed, completely in control. When I had finished she let my cock delicately slip from her mouth, pursing her lips as it did. She slid her hips down so that she and Amy were face to face. She pressed her lips to Amy's and let a massive amount of cum slid from her mouth to Amy's. Amy swallowed voraciously. Her hands clawing at the floor. The trading of cum turned into a passionate kiss which turned into Amy and Eris groping at each other. The sight was incredible. Amy's sweat soaked body pinned under Eris's. Two sets of pale hands grabbing at swollen, hard, pert breasts each working frantically to find release in the other's grip. My view was temporarily disrupted by Jenny straddling me and positioning the head of my cock against her slick slit. Jenny pushed down quickly taking eight inches inside her with ease. She undulated on top of me, her breasts pressing against my chest, her hard nipples pressing against mine. She pushed her ass back and forth in a rocking motion, coaxing a low grunt from me. As Jenny continued to ride me I noticed that Amy and Eris had become a tangle of limbs. Eris's hands were working Amy to a frenzy, two fingers pulsing in and out of her cunt, one probing her ass and Amy's squeals were growing increasingly higher in pitch. Jenny's hand reached around and cupped my balls, squeezing them in a firm grip as she continued to ride me. Her other hand grabbed a handful of her sweat soaked hair. I slapped Jenny's ass with a satisfying "thwack". "Fuck yes!" Jenny howled as she thrust her pussy against my cock. "Fuck me! Use me!" I planted my feet firmly against the floor and started pushing into Jenny, forcing her to fall forward, her lips mashing against mine in a lusty exchange of saliva. I began losing myself in the pleasure but as my world started to narrow I caught Amy's eyes. They were full of anguish, lust, fear, and most of all need. She didn't want to enjoy what was going on, but she couldn't take control of her body. Then I noticed it. Eris's outline had started to...fuzz. It was as if she was becoming mist. Though her fingers were frantically working Amy, the rest of her body was becoming ethereal. Jenny bit the side of the neck momentarily distracting me, I grunted as her vaginal muscles started milking my cock with a strength I wouldn't have predicted. When I managed to regain enough presence of mine to look over at Amy and Eris, Amy's body was tensing, about to go over the edge. As her body went rigid Eris turned completely to a hazy green mist and as Amy opened her lips to scream her release that mist pooled in Amy's nose and mouth. The scream that ripped from Amy's throat was of pure ecstasy. She came, squirting, her whole body tensing and thrashing on the floor as pleasure tore her to pieces. Wave after wave of orgasm hit her, each one releasing a gush of orgasmic fluids from between her crotch. Her eyes remained fixed on mine the entire time. Ice cold blue, wide open, overcome with pleasure. As the last orgasm subsided a tendril of green appeared in those ice blue eyes. And, like a drop of dye released in water, the emerald green spread, swirling mesmerizingly until both of Amy's eyes weren't Amy's at all, but Eris's. Jenny was still riding me her own orgasm sending her crashing against my chest, a twitching mass of muscles, sweat, and sex. When I looked back to Amy I saw her standing. Her composure completely returned. "God I needed that." Amy said. She walked casually over to where Jenny and I were laying. She squatted down and casually stroked Jenny's hair. "She's such an obedient little slut, isn't she?" Amy's eyes flashed for a moment, her hand becoming a claw twisting in Jenny's hair. The next thing I knew Jenny was skidding across the floor, stopping just short of the stairs, her body making a screeching sound as she flew across the linoleum. "Amy...what's going on?" "Ryan, Ryan, Ryan, Ryan, Ryanryanryanryan." Amy mused. "What am I going to do with you? You're so useful and yet so...unobservant." Amy squatted next to my head, her eyes fixed on mine. "I'm worried I'm losing my touch, if you think I'm Amy." "Eris?" Eris just chuckled girlishly. "I have to say, I like this body." She idly stroked the breasts, playing with the nipples, her fingers plunging into her cunt. She grimaced slightly as she felt inside Amy's pussy. "Wow. You really did punish her." Eris closed her eyes momentarily and the swelling around her pussy went away. "The breasts could be more sensitive and I think they could be slightly larger. But I can change all of that." She pulled on her nipple idly, watching it as it stretched between her fingers. "But...later. You were a good servant. I never would've received such a lovely body if you hadn't been so accommodating. So...it's time for you to finally get what you've been fantasizing about since our first date." She winked playfully, an image pulsing through me of Eris, now wearing Amy's body, riding me, her nails scraping down my chest, her hips pumping slowly, her hands pinning me down, keeping me on the edge of orgasm. Eris moved to straddle me, but my cock had shriveled after so much sex. "Oh dear. I'll have to fix that..." Eris sighed and moved down between my legs. The Coin v2 The mid-day rush of people frantically making their way to or from lunch swarmed around Kelly as she dodged along the wide, hot sidewalk. Her muted apologies (Sorry!, Excuse me!, I'm so sorry!) were smothered by the buzzing of conversations, traffic and the sound of the world around her. At a little over five feet tall and a tiny bit under 110 pounds, she felt like a (Duck? Water bug? Hamster in a hamster ball thing?) fighting the raging current of a monstrous river. She grinned at the thought of a hamster furiously scrambling in a floating ball before apologizing to a faceless stranger that accidentally elbowed her. The crowd thinned a few blocks later as she neared her favorite little diner. As was her habit, she glanced at herself in the large windows of a Macy's storefront to see if anything was out-of-place. Skirt still where it should be? Check. No under-the-boob sweat spots on my blouse? Check. No toilet paper trailing on my flats- Kelly stopped and turned to look across the street. An old woman sat in a pile of clothes on the sidewalk across from where she stood. The woman looked proud with her straight back and gray hair pulled into a tight ponytail, slightly lined face staring impassively straight ahead. A small sign written in meticulous letters proclaimed, "I need no money - simply a little food, please." The lady sat cross-legged with her hands folded in the faded red fabric of her dress. Her eyes were a calm reflection of the few clouds that passed overhead. Kelly bit her lip while watching. Nobody looked at the woman and the woman watched nothing but the space in front of her. She turned back and continued down the block, turning at the small building squeezed between Macy's and Payless Shoes. The little ding! ding! of the bell over the diner's door greeted her cheerfully. A large black man behind the small kitchen window in the back yelled out to her, "Kelly, ma chère! Sit down, honey, and I'll bring you your sandwich." Kelly stood by the register in the front, relishing the sudden quiet and familiar smells. The world felt slow here. Looking through the old, dusty large front windows made the city outside seem like a movie playing at a drive-in theater on a warm summer night. Even the tiny motes of dust floating in the buttery yellow sunlight seemed lazy. "Make it two, Papa Joe. With soup, please? To go." An older, slim black woman in a crisp, pristine yellow dress looked up from the table she was waiting on. "That for that new man of yours, girl? I told you to bring him 'round so we can meet him. You hidin' him from us?" Papa Joe's deep chuckle echoed from the back. "Now, Mama, you leave her alone. You know I'm the only man for her." The men (all men today, she noticed) sitting around the small room laughed and Kelly blushed. Papa Joe winked at her from his little kitchen. "Joseph Keller! You get back to your grill and mind your own business. No woman could stand you no matter how much you wink and croon or I'd have grandchildren by now. Couldn't even fit through the church doors for your own wedding even if you did fool some poor girl into marryin' you." The woman's bony hands flicked imaginary specks of nothing off of the tiny white flowers dotting her dress. A man at the table to her side raised his empty water glass up to her and she turned to him, slapping his hand. "Mr. Stockwell, if you think I'm gonna carry that glass over to fill it up, you have another thought coming to you. You wait till I come around with the pitcher like everyone else." The man took his glass back, momentarily chagrined at the rebuttal. He grinned, though, and his friends made fun of him while Mama walked to the next table. From the back, Papa Joe raised his voice in song, "Welllll, I remember the sound of the wind through the tree as I sat so young on papa's knee! Mama in her dress and..." Kelly turned away to look through the stained windows. She could see the old lady at the corner of the street, still in the same position. She wondered if she should've brought the woman into the diner. You couldn't be mad here, or unhappy, and she thought the other woman could use some relaxing in her life. Or something. But, another part of her worried that the old woman would fracture the idyllic peace of the place. There was a hardness around her that Kelly could see even from a distance. No, better to bring food to the woman. She closed her eyes, taking in the murmuring conversations dotted with Mama's sharp interjections and Papa Joe's fine, deep voice. Her body relaxed in increments as it always did when she was here. A gentle voice at her side woke her from her revelry. "Here y'are, child. Careful with the soup so they don't spill. And you don't mind me askin' after your business. I'm just an old woman that don't know no better and I just worry after all of y'all. Bring that man of yours in whenever you want and we'll cook up something for the both of you. And you watch yourself with that drifter 'cross the way. I don't like her. On with you now." The old woman turned her body slightly while keeping her eyes on Kelly's face. "I heard that remark, young Mr. Green! You can forget yourself having another glass of Coke. Callin' a woman like myself old. I'm addin' to your bill for that one, you better believe it and I'll be wantin' an apology, too." The little bell rang again as Kelly opened the door, the sudden flood of noise drowned out Mr. Green's "Awwww, Mama..." behind her. Everything was suddenly too bright, too loud and too fast around her. She held the paper bag close to her chest while she watched and waited for a chance to cross the street. A bicyclist in advertisement-laden white Speedo and a large curved bike helmet zipped past in the bike lane, tires whirring as he passed. With the light changed to red and no cars turning right, the street was empty and Kelly scrambled across to the other sidewalk. She approached the old woman cautiously, unsure of what to do; she'd never met a homeless person quite like her. As she neared, the old woman spoke, her voice slow and gravelly, "I thought it might be you. Sit with me, little one. Will you share your food with an old woman?" Kelly paused, heart in her throat. She didn't sound crazy. Well, her words sounded a little off but they were put together. And that accent, she wondered, European? Russian? No, that's not right, nothing was just Russian any more, was it? It's all Bulgarian or Croatian or something, right? Now the woman finally turned to look at her. "Well?" She asked. "I... yes. Yes I'll sit with you." Up close she could see the woman's eyes and they were a mixture of green and brown with hidden gold flecks. Kelly sat a few feet away, facing the woman. "I bought some soup and a sandwich. You don't have any food allergies, do you?" The woman watched her closely. She sat as if she'd never move again, perfectly still. Nearly predatory. Kelly found herself having to remember to breathe now and again. The pressure of the woman's gaze was intense and she never seemed to blink. "No. I have no such things. Do you know? I have sat here since dawn. Here in this cluttered, noisy place. Never once did anyone offer their sympathy or their food. This food, it is not yours but I will accept it." Kelly tilted her head. "But, it is mine. I paid for it." "Yes, you've paid for it. It is not made by your hand nor from grains you've reaped or animals you've hunted. I will not fault you for it, child of the city. Thank you for the food you're sharing." The hands that reached for the wrapped sandwich were weathered but strong. Long, slightly stained fingernails tipped each finger. They weren't blackened by the grime of the city or... whatever homeless people seem to get on their hands - it was as if she'd spent the day working the ground. The woman herself had an earthy smell about her. But, deeper than that in some way. Things stirred in the shadows of Kelly's dreams and she shifted uncomfortably against the feeling. "You're welcome," she told the older woman. "May I ask? What's your name? I'm Kelly." "I'm-" the woman paused briefly. "It doesn't matter. The sandwich is very good, even if the woman in the store dislikes me. It is well made. Tell me of yourself, Kelly. Sit and talk with an old woman." "I... what do you want to know?" The old woman made an ambiguous hand gesture while her sharp teeth bit into the thick sandwich. Kelly swallowed and continued. "Okay. I'm 23 and I work at a bookstore a few blocks away. I like to paint - that's what my degree is in. Art. Basically. It's, well, basically art. I also sketch and draw and I get commissioned sometimes. Online, mostly. That's, I mean, the Internet. Where I get commissions. Sometimes. If I could bring myself to draw naked women, I'd be able to do a lot more commissions but I can't seem to do it. Wow. Wow, I'm just babbling, aren't I? I'm so sorry. I just kind of-" "Stop apologizing, child." The woman's voice was sudden and stern. "And? Is there a man in your life? Someone keeping you warm at night?" Kelly blushed. "There's... there's... yes. But, no. He doesn't live with me. We only recently decided to be exclusive. After four months. He asked but I wasn't seeing anyone else anyway. He's... he's a very nice man. I like him a lot. I've known him four months now. Wow, the time flies. Four months. Um. Um. We're going slowly with things. Like... but... not... augh!" Kelly hid her face against her knees. Her voice was slightly muffled when she continued. "I'm shy. Sometimes I worry I'm too slow and dumb for him. My family was strict and I worry I don't know what to do. He's... he's my second boyfriend. And the first one dumped me after a month when I said I wouldn't sleep with him yet. Why am I telling you this? I'm so sorry." The old woman reached her hand out to place it on Kelly's small shoulder. "Because I asked you to tell me. And so you have. I would take you and teach you purpose and confidence but our paths lie separate. I will go now, young woman. You have my thanks and my blessing. May it give you strength." Kelly felt the woman's hand against her own and then something pressed into her palm. She peeked with one eye to see what it was and gasped to see a large, heavy gold coin shining brightly. Kelly gasped eyes wide. "I can't ta-!" The woman was gone. There was an empty sandwich wrapper rocking slightly in the wind but no trace of the woman. Not a single sign that she'd been there, aside from the wrapper. A sudden searing pain bloomed in Kelly's hand and she screamed, dropping the coin. Except, no coin fell to the ground. She grabbed her right wrist, feeling the hand pulse with pain but, when she turned her hand over, nothing was there. The palm of her hand was reddened but there was no burn and she could already feel the pain lessening. She clenched her fist over and over again as the nerves in her hand slowly stopped screaming. Opening her hand completely, Kelly caught faint white lines traced in a vague shape amongst the many creases crisscrossing her palm. Like a fancy optical illusion, the lines seemed to vanish into the wrinkles of her flesh. Kelly stood and immediately fell against the cold marble of the building next to her. Bright pins of light exploded in her eyes and the world darkened around her. The back of her neck broke into a cold sweat and for a brief, terrible moment, she wasn't sure whether she was still standing or not. Her ears rang with a loud screeching sound while she tried to tell if the surface against her side was the building or the sidewalk. Slowly, lights and sounds returned to her. She was standing and gasping for air, arms hugged around her slight form. The cold sweat ran from her neck to her legs and then turned warm before passing. She spent several minutes just breathing before she dared to move. The old woman left no mark, no disturbed dirt or trash or any trace of her existence other than the discarded paper from her sandwich. Kelly bent, careful of her balance, and cleaned up. Her own stomach roiled at the thought of eating her food so she took the diner's paper bag with her as she threw away the bits of trash in the nearby bin. Her earlier good mood was gone, replaced with a strain behind her eyes and a dull ache near her ears. She caught herself nearly yelling at someone as they bumped into her and, instead, focused on her feet and controlling her temper. Once back at the book store where she worked, she gave muted assurances to her coworker's worries. It took her manager gently telling her to go home before she realized she was simply staring at the books rather than reshelving them. Her stomach was in knots and the pounding in her head was getting worse. Her coworker gave her a ride back to her apartment and she spent nearly the entire trip huddled into a small ball, gripping the seat belt. She couldn't remember if she said anything or embarrassed herself or simply said nothing during the entire car ride. The walk from the car to her bedroom was dream-like, shadows and lights and sounds amplified suddenly and then vanished into nearly nothing. She finally collapsed into her bed, still dressed in her work clothes. Bright sunlight filtered through her cheap blinds, covering her in curving bands of light and shadows until sleep finally, mercifully took her. Kelly startled awake, gasping for air and then wincing at the pain behind her eyes. She was completely covered in blankets and it was dark outside. Silvery moonlight glowed around the edges of her closed blinds. Someone was sitting at the edge of the bed but she was having a hard time focusing her eyes. When she tried to speak, the words caught in her throat. Her mouth was completely dry -- lips stuck to teeth and her tongue clung to the roof of her mouth. The form stirred and reached for her. "Hey, you." David, her mind told her. She relaxed, sighing, both pleased he was there and wishing he wasn't seeing her like this. His voice sounded warm and careful. "Hey," she whispered back to him. He brought his hand to her face, brushing a loose strand of hair away from her eyes. She tried to shrink away from him but her body felt incredibly heavy. Instead, she closed her eyes and pushed slightly against his hand. His touch was comforting. "I went to your work to give you a ride home and they told me you were sick so I came here. I hope it's okay? I used the key you gave me last week. Oh, and Sally said you forgot your lunch in her car so I brought it. It's in the fridge. Can I make you anything? Or bring you anything?" She shook her head slightly. "No," she rasped. "Yes. Water. Please." Her small bed shifted slightly as David stood and she heard him clinking around in her kitchen - still a stranger to how she arranged her kitchenware. Eventually she heard her faucet run and then he returned, kneeling by her bed. When she tried and failed to sit up, she felt his hand work its way under her head and then slowly and carefully lift her. She could feel her own sweat against his cool hand. He tipped the water glass against her lips and she nearly choked on the first sip. With small gulps, she finished the entire glass. "Thank you," she told him. Her throat hurt. Her head hurt. Her whole body ached. David brushed more hairs away from her face and she smiled at him. Or tried to. "Do you want me to stay? I could sleep on the couch and make you breakfast. Or hold your hair back if you have to throw up. Although, I charge extra for the clean-up afterwards." He chuckled lightly, tracing his finger along the side of her face. She rubbed back against him again. Yes, she thought, please stay. "No. I'll be fine. Just. Just need rest." Her breathing came in gasps. The effort of an actual conversation made her heart rate speed up. "You're surprisingly stubborn, Kel. But I'm the same way some times. I put your phone on your night stand in case you need to call and it's plugged in. Your left overs are in the fridge and I'll refill your glass and put it by your phone. Promise you'll call if you need anything?" She watched him stand and wished she could see the way his forehead creased when he was worried about something. She liked to count his wrinkles when he did that. She'd always tell him that he was like a tree, adding new wrinkles for every worry in his life and he'd soon look like one of those funny little dogs with too much skin for their own good. "Yes," she told him simply and even that took effort. "I will." She closed her eyes again and listened as he moved around to pick up and refill her glass. She heard the deadbolt click loudly before he spoke again. "Good night, Kelly. Call me? When you're better or if you need anything. You promised." She nodded even though she knew he couldn't see her. The door opened and then closed again and her body relaxed when David locked the deadbolt. Her lower back ached as if she'd been lying for too long and she couldn't seem to find a comfortable position. The blankets were too heavy and hot but she worried she'd freeze without them. Her short, auburn hair lay in sweaty clumps on the pillow around her. The pale light permeating the room blinked out as a cloud slowly obscured the face of the full moon. Kelly tilted her head to look over at the window, small, delicate cheekbones dotted with small beads of sweat. She held her breath as her eyes focused on the window. Mesmerized. Slowly, moonlight dawned again and her breath rattled out of her through suddenly clenched teeth. ------------ David stared at his phone for the millionth time. Three days and I haven't heard a thing. Do I call? Is that too needy? I hate this stuff. Why can't it be more simple? If I want to call, I should just call. Right? Dammit. But I told her to call me if she needed something. What if she's dead? I should just- His phone rang to sudden, heart-stopping life as his hand hovered over it. "Jesus fucking Christ!" David yelled. He answered the call with a frantic swipe when he saw who it was. "Kelly?" He could feel his heart hammering against his chest. "David! Hi! It's Kelly! Oh, but you already said that. Hello! I'm all better!" Kelly's voice was a raging torrent of enthusiasm in David's ear. He held the little phone out from his face but grinned while doing it. "Do you want to come over tonight for a little I'm-Not-Dying celebration?" "That sounds like a great idea, Kel. Is 7 a good time? I'm really glad you're doing better. I'll bring some cheesecake, yeah? And a movie?" Shit. Romantic comedy? Action? Drama? Maybe a romantic comedy. She likes them. I can suffer through some with her. Oh, right. The one. With the guy from Star Trek and Inception. Ummm... This Is War or something. That looked funny as hell and she'll like it. Kelly's laugh trickled through the phone and David felt a warm emotional rush from it. He loved the way she laughed - her face made little dimples and she hid her mouth while she did it. It was one of the most adorable things he'd ever seen. He'd always wondered what writers meant when they said someone's eyes sparkled and it took Kelly to show him. "That, sir, is a date but make it 6, okay? I may even give you a little kiss for your efforts. And the cheesecake. But, just a little one. See you in a few hours!" The connection clicked off and David cocked his head to the side slightly. He'd yet to see this playful side of her but he liked it because usually she was quite reticent towards sex and even intimacy. Still, his pulse quickened at the thought of a quiet evening with Kelly and a simple kiss at the end. ------------ David stood at the door in his faded blue jeans and simple brown t-shirt. Ignoring the doorbell (he always thought it was rude or lazy to use a doorbell first) he knocked three times and waited. He held a grocery bag in this left hand with two plastic containers of a cherry cheesecake and a case with the movie "This Means War" inside. The Coin v2 There was a muffled "Just a min-ow!" from inside the apartment followed by muttered, low grumbling. The plain white door (apartment 12, with the number '2' slightly crooked) rattled for a second. David heard Kelly mumble something under her breath before the deadlock clicked open and the door swung wide. He nearly dropped the bag he was carrying. Kelly, the shy and unassuming young woman he was slowly falling in love with, stood before him in a low cut, green top and a loose skirt. He could smell the subtle hint of some perfume from where he stood and he caught himself sniffing to try to catch more of it. She'd made herself up with light touches of coloring around her eyes and cheeks and a dark lipstick. Her small, nearly pearl white teeth seemed to flash brilliantly through the deep velvet redness of her lips. His eyes strayed to her breasts before shooting back up to her eyes. She was blushing and it only added to the effect. It took an enormous amount of effort for David to restrain himself from staring at how beautiful she was. The urge to take her in his arms and press his lips against hers was sudden and fierce. "I," he started. He swallowed hard before continuing. "I didn't dress up. I. You look amazing." He'd known she was pretty but she hid herself well - something forced on her from her childhood. Something she was still struggling with. "I banged my elbow on the wall and forgot to unlock the door. Hi! And, oh, don't worry about dressing up! I- well, I wanted to try making myself up for you and we're not going out so I thought it would be safe. Don't tell anyone but I had to watch some Youtube videos on how to do my makeup." Her blush fled from her checks to the top of her chest and David's eyes followed its retreat, pausing to wonder at the way her shirt exposed the tops of her breasts. "I won't tell anyone. I promise. But why in the world, Kel? I mean, holy cow, you look wonderful but what's the occasion?" Her eyes flicked up to his and then down again. "A date with a handsome man." Looking down, he saw she was digging her toe into the carpet. "Am I pretty, David?" His throat was suddenly dry and his answer came out as a rasp. Thirsty, dying of thirst but not for water. "Yes. Very pretty. You've always been pretty to me, Kelly." He stood close, resting his hand on her side. She looked up and their eyes met. Such simple brown eyes, he thought. But, I could drown in them tonight. Hungry and wary and scared eyes. Kelly's lips parted slowly as her eyes closed. David leaned in, hesitating for only a moment before touching his lips to hers. He very carefully brought his hands around to her lower back and shoulders - safe areas for her at the moment. When he felt the tentative touch of her tongue against his lips, he almost pulled back but Kelly's arms were suddenly around him, holding him tightly. He opened his own mouth and their tongues met. Kelly moaned softly as her mouth opened wider for him. David mentally cursed himself - his hand was groping her ass and she writhed against the touch. He pulled his hand up and around her back, gripping her side. Her own fingers were gripping his short, curly hair. She turned and he followed, her back pressed against the doorframe. She moaned again as her body pressed slightly against him. Kelly reached up with her right hand, gripping the doorframe, arched her back. Before he could stop himself, David bent down to her neck, kissing her roughly, reaching down again to grab her ass through the soft fabric of her skirt. Her body shook against him and his teeth were suddenly on her neck, nibbling her gently. Kelly's leg wrapped around his leg and she used it to pull him even closer. "Yes," she moaned above him. "Yes, please." Her own fingers clawed at his back and hair, holding him hard against her. "David, please." Her voice was breathless. Needy. He could feel the heat from her chest, from the blood rushing like mad through her body. It took every ounce of willpower to push himself away and Kelly whined in frustration when he did. David stood in the hallway, panting, staring at Kelly. Her shirt was half off and he could see her plain white bra. Her lipstick had smeared at some point. She looked frantic but a cloud of doubt passed over her face. "Oh," she said. "Oh. I'm. I'm right here in the hallway, aren't I? We were- Oh." He'd thought she was blushing before but Kelly's face turned an incredible shade of crimson as she worked through what happened. "David, I'm... I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." "No, hey, no. It wasn't anything you did." Tears were forming in the corner of her eye. "It was, hey, no. It wasn't anything wrong. I just had to stop it. It's too soon, Kelly. God knows I want it but, Kelly, it's too soon for you." He reached for her and she came to him, so small now against his chest. "Hey, it's okay." David kissed the top of her head as he held her. Feeling her hot tears. Time passed before she could talk. "Thank you," she told him. "Thank you. I don't know what happened. I think... I think I should be alone tonight. I'm sorry. I ruined our evening. I wanted. I wanted a nice night with you. You don't hate me, do you?" David sighed against the top of her head. "Of course not, Kel. I know it'll take time. You'll call when you're okay to talk?" He felt her nod against him. "Good. I'm sorry about tonight, Kelly but I'm there if you need to talk." She nodded again and David decided it was time to go. Sometimes he hated her parents deeply for what they did. He pulled away from her and gathered up the grocery bag. "Here, I'll leave you the cheesecake like I promised. Be good." He touched the side of her face, feeling the warmth and the wetness of the tears. She closed her eyes and rubbed against his hand. With a last kiss on her forehead, he turned and left. Only when she texted later that night did David relax and the worry of whether he'd broken something left him. I'm all right, she wrote. I miss you and our evening together. I'll call in a few days. Sweet dreams, David. ------------ Over the next few weeks, David and Kelly restarted their relationship. Slowly. Carefully. On the third date after that night, Kelly wore the same outfit - outside of her apartment. At first, she refused to look at anyone around her but as the night wore on, she raised her head and started smiling again. When an older couple remarked on what a handsome couple they were, Kelly grinned with her teeth and pressed up against David, laying her head against him briefly. After every date, David walked Kelly to her apartment and stood carefully in front of her door. Some nights Kelly would blush and very clearly not look at the doorframe and other times she blush and wink at him as he kissed her (mostly) chastely good night. They talked a lot - a good bit about her parents and the near cult they were involved in that started with a group of born again Christians. She was sixteen years old when she worked up the nerve to ask a classmate for help. A government investigation was eventually launched and her classmate's parents took her in. Two years later, Kelly's family and the whole group moved to Arizona and set up a compound. She never heard from them again but she bore the mental scars still. The fact that she was still a virgin with intimacy issues was just one of the many lingering struggles she had to deal with. Nearly a month after the night of their canceled date, Kelly opened her door and then turned to look at David. She wore a long red summer dress with a pattern of white tropical flowers. Her lips were a new shade of red and she had her short hair held back, showing her neck and ears clearly in the bright overhead light. David's eyes traced the gentle curve of her neck and then up to her slight jawline. She smiled for him. "I think I could fall in love with you, David." And, with that, she closed the door. David barely remembered their evening out or his walk home. All he saw in his mind's eye was the figure of her standing in her doorway as if she were a particularly sultry dame in a 1950's pulp crime novel. Her voice was husky as the hallway filled with a mysterious smoke. "I love you, David," she told him in his daydream, one hand on her thigh, slowly revealing more and more leg through the cut of her dress. Over and over. But, when he dreamed that night, it was just Kelly - just her smiling for him. His heart soared. David woke to a small flashing light on his cellphone. A short text from Kelly greeted him: G'morning handsome! Dinner at my place tonight? 7? David's finger hesitated over the virtual keyboard. A small part of him wondered whether it was too soon still, whether she was trying to push herself for him. In the end, he decided they would work through it like adults, and he would just try to restrain himself if they moved too fast. Gladly, he answered back. The day passed quickly for David. He answered emails from clients, negotiated a new software agreement with a school district and narrowly avoided being forced to have dinner with his boss to congratulate him on closing the sale. There was no humanly possible way he was missing his date tonight. Near 6 pm, David stood in front of the mirror, trimming his short beard and humming some random song from the radio. When his phone buzzed, he woke it and frowned at the text from Kelly: sick again don't come. David set the razor down, thinking. Kelly wasn't the type to make up an excuse and if she had changed her mind, she'd just ask that they meet at a restaurant for drinks. She wouldn't just completely cancel for no good reason. Another debate waged war as he struggled with whether he would go to check on her or leave her alone for the night. Finally, he remembered how out of it she was the last time. With a quick stop at the store a few ingredients, he made his way to Kelly's apartment. The street lamp across from Kelly's apartment complex flickered weakly over David's car. He sat for over fifteen minutes doubting himself. Wondering whether it was right to go in to check on her. The moon hung fat and low in the sky, turning the nearby playground into a gray wasteland. A small child's swing creaked slowly as the wind pushed it back and forth. He watched it for a moment, mesmerized by the movement and the sound as shadows played across the old equipment. Solidifying his resolve, David got out, locked the car and made his way to Kelly's apartment. He shivered briefly in the chill night air and then entered the apartment complex, winding towards the back area where Kelly lived. David stood in front of Kelly's door with her spare key in his hand. When he pressed the key into the lock, a sudden noise came from within Kelly's apartment, followed by a crash and a door slamming. David paused. "Kelly?" He asked loudly. "Kelly? I'm coming in. Are you all right?" David turned the key and then opened the door carefully. All of the lights were out in the apartment and there was a strange musky smell in the air - a combination of sweat (as if from hard labor), a scent reminding him of the forest floor and other things. The bathroom door was closed ahead of him. He could hear a coarse, low sound coming from somewhere in the apartment. "Kelly?" He half-whispered, cursing himself for the pang of fear that shot through him. He set the grocery bag down near the entry door. The voice that answered him was wrong. Muffled. He could tell it was Kelly but it was off. "David?" She sounded confused. "I said don't come. I'm sick. Just. Just go. Please. Oh god. Please. Go." David walked carefully to the bathroom door. "It's okay, Kelly. I had to help raise my little brother. I've seen all kinds of sick. I'm coming in, okay? You're... decent, right? I'll help you back to bed and get some hot ginger tea going. And maybe some chicken soup?" He opened the door carefully, watching the dark floor for vomit but was instead hit with a sudden intense wave of the musky scent from earlier. David peeked around the corner and saw the vague form of Kelly curled into a ball by the sink. "Kel? I'm turning on the light okay, sweetheart?" The world changed for David Williams the moment he flipped the light switch. He froze, unable to process what his eyes were telling him. Kelly sat naked on the floor in front of the bathroom sink, knees covering her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs. She had her head tucked down against her chest, hiding her face from David, and he could only see part of her front, the left side of her body and her back. He instinctively looked for her face and saw the slight tip to her ears - points she'd never had before. There was a light growth of dark hair on the tops of her shoulders that trailed down in a line to her forearms. Her entire body was soaked in sweat. The hair covering her shoulders lined her spine and down her lower back and up to the point of a stub of a tail slowly wriggling at the base of her spine. David's mind screamed at him. It was wrong. It was all wrong. It was Kelly - her pale light skin and auburn hair. Her arms were more defined and her legs were thicker than he remembered seeing in the brief glances he stole when she wore a dress or skirt but it was still Kelly. As he watched, dark, nearly black hairs grew from her calf muscles. Kelly shifted, moaning in pain or pleasure, shoulders working as if she were releasing stress, back and down, muscles she'd never had in her back flexing around her shoulder blades. When she looked at him, her eyes were the color of sunshine filtering through a drop of honey. David sat hard on his ass in the hallway, blinking in confusion as his mouth worked to form a sentence. Her lips were dark black and split slightly at the top, showing her canine teeth and an expression of pain and confusion. Her jaw, so delicate before, was thicker. Her face looked slightly longer and David swore she had more teeth than she should. "Wha... wha.... Kelly... wha..." David sputtered, trying to form rational thought. The fingers of her left hand were larger, her whole hand bigger and tipped in thick black claws except for her thumb. "David. I told you not to come. I told you. I- What... what is that?" Kelly's voice was slightly muffled but still recognizably hers. She stopped, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. Small auburn and black hairs pushed through the skin of her cheeks and along her chin as David watched. He couldn't look away from her mouth. Beautiful white teeth against dead black lips. Her canine teeth were longer - she couldn't close her mouth all the way. Four of the teeth near her canines were nearly as long and as sharp as her canines were now. And, now that he noticed, he saw a bloody tooth on the ground near her sweaty body. Kelly sat up to her knees, still sniffing the air with her eyes closed. David couldn't help but look at her nakedness. Her hips were wider - he'd felt the curve of her body and there wasn't much there before. Now, the swoop from the side of her chest to her hips was noticeable. Her stomach was completely flat and muscular, leading down to thighs nearly as thick as his own, larger than they were just minutes ago. Her vagina was completely covered by a thick tuft of fur that lead up to a line of hair leading to her belly button - a fluffy "happy trail." Her breasts were as small as he'd imagined, a small handful but perky with large, rock hard nipples that dented in slightly at the tip. Her nipples were black and, while he'd never seen them before, he was sure they weren't that color before. The line of hair growing down from her chin ran to her neck, little hairs dotting out and around and then down the front of her chest and between her breasts, meeting the hair around her belly button. With another moan, one sounding nearly close to sexual, Kelly licked around her lips with a tongue too large for her mouth. "David..." She opened her beautiful eyes to stare at him. Her right hand was nearly as large as her left but there were no claws. She rubbed herself down her right breast, rocking slightly on her hips at the touch to her nipple and then down the new growth of fur on her stomach and into the thick hair around her pussy. David could smell her wetness mixed in with the other smells. It was intoxicating and his head swam from it all. Kelly made a slow circuit of her black lips with her dog-like tongue again, rubbing herself as she stared at David. And then, she leaned forward to fall to her hands and knees. "David," she moaned again. Her small breasts hung lightly in front of her as she held the position, again closing her eyes to sniff the air. The skin of her philtrum darkened and turned black above her lips. Kelly shook her head slowly side to side and whined slightly. The stub of her tail was longer now and completely covered in black fur. She arched her back up and then down, raising her ass in the air as hairs erupted around her entire back. She crawled to him, swaying her hips as she did. David was transfixed. One hand (clawed) and one knee, ass swishing and then the other hand (no claws) and other knee. Closer and closer until her head was inches away. Her eyes snapped open and she looked up at him. His heart was racing. The smell was intense. The smell of her wetness. The smell of her sweat. The other smells of her - the smells that made him think of the rich earth on the floor of a forest and exotic spices in a foreign market. Kelly lowered her head to his crotch, nearly purring as she nuzzled against him. Despite the scene in front of him, David was completely hard. He wanted to touch her but his hands wouldn't move. He watched as the little black and brown and honey colored hairs lengthened on her back, darkening as they did, growing down to cover her ass. She moaned, shuddering and nipping at his dick through his pants. She reached for his thighs with her right hand and he felt the tips of her claws cut into him. Looking down, he saw her already deadly looking nails turn black. It hurt where she cut into him but he still couldn't move. "Kelly," he said, uncertain. "Kelly, come back to me." Her heart shaped ass wriggled at the mention of her name and the tail flexed, growing longer. Finally, he reached down, gently holding her face and guiding it up. She closed her eyes and pushed against it, nuzzling his hand over and over. The heat from her body was intense and he could feel her jaw changing under his hand. She was so soft. With fur. He could feel the hairs that he couldn't see yet, just there at the surface and covering her cheek. "Kelly, no. This isn't right. This isn't right." He pushed back from her and her eyes cracked open again, watching him. David stood and grabbed a towel hanging near the bathroom door and reached for her. She stood for him and he was glad because he wasn't sure he could lift her. David wrapped Kelly in the towel. She was nearly as tall as he was now and the towel barely covered her body. When he gently pulled her hand, she followed and he led her to the couch in the living room. "Sit with me Kelly. I don't understand any of this but I can't just leave you like this. Sit with me." David sat at the end of the couch and pulled Kelly with him. She sat at his side in the middle of the couch and her eyes never left his face. She moved and the towel fell away, showing her sweat-soaked body. The fur lining her was matted with it and the smell was stronger than ever. He couldn't understand why it wasn't a bad smell. He'd had a dog as a child and wet dog smell was terrible. He reached for the towel to try to cover her again but she reached a thick-muscled right hand out to stop him. "No, David. It doesn't feel right any more. I don't want it." Her hand went to his thigh again, kneading at his flesh, scratching and massaging. David jerked under the pressure and strength and pain of it all. Her claws were like needles and he knew he had to be bleeding. The Coin v2 "Kelly, this isn't right. This isn't you. Please. Please stop. I can't do this." She reached for his wrist and tugged him towards her leg, placing it there. His hand automatically rubbed along the smooth, hard surface of her thigh, reveling in the feel of the soft down of fur. She purred again, pulling his hand higher up her leg to her hip but he yanked it away. "I can't. I can't, Kelly. I can't." She sighed and then moved, reaching her left leg around to straddle David's lap. She was incredibly heavy - dense with muscle and soft with fur and patches of her creamy white skin still hairless. David had to force his hands to his sides, quelling his near immediate reaction to place his hands on his naked girlfriend's hips. Kelly's voice was slightly gravely and a little slurred but he could still recognize the words. "It's okay, David. It's me in here. It's me. Oh. Yes." Kelly's hips moved and he marveled at the weight of her - he was stuck while she grinded against him. David gripped his hands on the couch around him, trying to deny how incredibly turned on he was. "It's okay to touch me, David. You don't know what it's like. You don't know what this is like. Oh god. It feels so incredible, David. It makes everything so alive. Uh. Uh." She was pushing harder against him and he felt the cuts in his leg sting from the sweat coming from her body. Her breasts were directly in front of his face. Her small breasts on a nearly fur-less chest. He watched while her body rocked back and forth, muscles flexing as they grew and moved. The fur along her thighs thickened but the sight of four black patches of skin along the sides of her completely hard stomach drew his attention. Her skin puckered and twisted while he watched and six tiny nipples sprouted out of her stomach in three rows. Kelly yelped and dug into the couch behind him, tearing and kneading at the cheap leather. The nipples doubled in size while the skin around toughened and turned into little areola and then out into small breasts. She pressed herself against his body, rubbing the new breasts against him. He felt the drag of all six nipples on his shirt and body. He couldn't breathe. She wasn't suffocating him but the smell and the sensations were too much. Time fractured around him. When David was younger, he'd dated a girl that smoked a lot of pot. He'd indulge every so often but he never liked how it messed with his short term memory loss. And, now, he was experiencing it again. He lived in chunks of time. His hands were on her ass now, large and so soft. Fingertips digging into her furry ass, spreading the cheeks and releasing the strong scent of her wet pussy every time he did it. Making it worse. Making time worse. (blink) Now his mouth was on one of her middle breasts and she was mewling as he sucked at it, ignoring the fur slowly growing down the middle of her chest. Not caring how the hair got in his mouth as he licked and sucked at the slippery, salty nipple. (blink) Now she was panting and laying against him. So heavy. The room smelled heavily of sex and she was twitching. Her tail, longer and thicker now, lay against his leg. His shirt was off and he didn't remember taking it off. She was incredibly warm and soft against his chest. His hands explored the bumps and ridges of her strong back, taking tufts of fur in his fingers and twisting them gently. (blink) She was kneeling in front of him, tugging at his pants. Her four other breasts were half the size of her ... (original?) tits. He laughed at the thought and then grimaced at the pain in his legs. The cuts burned. His hands were somehow on his buttons, trying to undo them for her. She smiled at him and her nose was black and pebbled, glistening wet in the light. Her teeth were nearly all sharp. (blink) Focus. (blink) Focus. (blink) FOCUS! He screamed at himself. And, he did. Time snapped back. He was completely naked on the couch and Kelly was still kneeling in front of him. His hands were in her hair, just running through the heavy strands over and over. Her ears crunched and grew around his fingers, lengthening to even sharper points. She had a quarter muzzle now, and a full face of fur. His dick was in her hands. Paws. Thick black padding covered the bottoms of her furred paws and she was gently stroking his shaft, watching it as if hypnotized. "I neverrrr touched," Kelly rumbled at him. "I neeeverrrr touched one. Soft but harrrrrd too." She leaned forward and stuck her nose into the fold of his thigh and crotch. David jumped at the coldness of her nose. "You smell good. So good." Kelly's tongue rolled out of her muzzle and touched the bottom of his dick. Slowly, she ran her tongue up the length of him and around the head of his cock. And then, almost nervously, she looked up at him. "Is that all rrrrright?" She asked. "Is it good?" Her hair was pulled back and mixed in with the fur from the top of her hair - the various colors blended together at the roots, brown and red and black but mostly brown. Her eyes were a pool of gold and he couldn't stop watching them. She had a hard time closing her mouth all the way and bits of white drool lined the corner of her mouth. Her tongue worked along her lips, cleaning them off, but David was pretty sure she wasn't even aware of doing it. He looked down at his beautiful girlfriend. Her back, shoulders and ass were completely covered in a thick carpet of fur. The back and inside of her legs were also completely furry but the rest of her legs were covered in short black and brown hair. The only patch of fur on her belly was a thick line running from her pussy to the bottom of the neck. Her breasts (all four sets) and the side of her body was still hairless - although David could see tiny black and brown hairs along the naked flesh. The strong, cable-like muscles on her shoulders and forearms were similarly hidden beneath tufts of the thicker hair. Her tail was full and luxurious, thick and heavy and slowly, sensuously sweeping along the floor behind her. David watched her lower back muscles work as the tail moved. David jumped at the feeling of her rough tongue sliding along the head of his dick but he nodded, gripping her hair tightly. Pulling her back down. She went eagerly and her tongue nearly enveloped his dick, folding around his thickness. David reached down to idly scratch at the cuts in his leg but then he stopped. Hair. Fur. He looked down. Fur was growing along the cuts in his leg. Where Kelly had dug into his leg. Fur. On him. His fur. His - "Oh Jesus!" He screamed. Kelly had taken his entire dick into her mouth. She was incredibly warm and soft. She didn't even have to swallow to take all of him. Gently, she moved back and forth, sucking on his dick while David grabbed the side of her head, long wolf-like ears, hair and fur between his fingers. "Ah! Kelly! Oh fuck!" She stopped and looked at David anxiously again. "Is it good? Is it okay, David?" He nodded, afraid to talk. He'd never experienced a blow job like hers - it was a step away from the best sex he'd ever had. Her mouth was completely wet and soft and warm and she was so gently with her tongue. It rubbed and moved against him like it was alive. His leg flared up and brought him back again. It ached but not terribly. "I'm so hot, Kelly. I'm. Oh fuck, it's so hot in here. I'm burning up, Kelly. The window. Open the window. Please." He shook, panting to try to cool off. "David. Oh my beautiful David. You'rrrrre changing too. Look. Look at you, David." He looked. His dick was growing. Veins stood out and throbbed. The base of his dick above his balls ballooned out as his shaft grew and thickened. To either side of his cock, his legs had nearly double in size and his feet were cracking under the strain of his own change. He marveled at the lack of pain. Kelly whined and he looked up at her. She was rubbing herself hard while watching his dick grow up. "A knot," Kelly said. She reached carefully out with her clawed hand, sharp black points carefully avoiding his throbbing member. "Like a dog. It's..." Kelly growled and something fierce flashed behind her eyes. "No. Wolf. Like wolf. My wolf. It's - I want it." The rough padding of her paw slid down his length. Kelly was panting with need and David could smell her - could smell how incredibly turned on she was suddenly. "I feel the wolf, David. In me. I know what she wants. I see it clearly. I see it. She can feel that... yourrr penis in herrrrrr. On herrr knees. Herrrrr mate inside of herrrrr. I want it, too. I want to feel yourrrrr knot in me, David. Will you?" Kelly opened herself with her free hand and pushed a finger inside of her wetness. The warm alluring scent of Kelly's pussy slammed into David's nose and a growl bubbled up from him before he realized he was doing it. His jaw itched and a sudden intense burn in his nose made him rub his hand against his face. His nose was cold and wet and he could feel the way it was textured differently. His dick was ludicrously large now. He didn't even know what size it was but he knew if he bent over far enough, he could take it into his mouth. The knot at the base of his dick was the size of a tennis ball and, as he watched, fur grew in waves from the base of his dick and around the thick skin under the knot. The head of his dick grew to a final, large, slanted tapered point. Kelly was frantic, thick arms and padded fingers rubbing against her clit fiercely while another finger joined the first, slipping easily inside of herself. He could smell her even more strongly now. Her need. "I... rrrr... Daarrrrrr... rrrrr...." David's dick throbbed in front of Kelly and she whined for it. David stood, unsteady on his new legs. Looking down on his girlfriend. She arched her back, chest heaving and the skin around her top breasts grew, d-cups. More. She fondled herself as she rubbed her clit, pussy fur slick from sweat and her own orgasms. Two of his teeth fell to the ground but he didn't even notice as new fangs replaced them. Claws pushed from the tips of his hands. Black claws that looked dense enough to cut through stone. The hairs along David's forearms tripled in density but stopped short of actual fur. He could feel the same thing happening along his back and shoulders. Fine hairs growing along his natural body hair pattern but not quite turning into thick fur. His body felt heavy with muscle but, paradoxically, also as light as a feather. His jaw crunched and pushed out an inch before stopping and when he crossed his eyes, he could see the black tip of his nose. His face, not even a quarter of a muzzle, felt alien to him and he had to keep watch of his tongue - quite a few of his front teeth were sharp enough to slice. His wolf's cock, knotted and with its unique slanted tip bobbed in the air. His thick, furry sheath was pulled back behind his knot and the skin of his new dick was a different shade of pink. The fur (actual fur unlike what was on the rest of his body) covered part of his thighs and came up in a peak to his belly button but went no further. His stomach, chest and arms were ripped with muscles. David turned his larger, clawed hands over, back and forth. The palms of his hands were rough but not thick black pads like Kelly had. "It's... I think it stopped, Kelly." His tongue felt awkward in his mouth and the words came out slightly slurred. Kelly was slowly sucking on the fingers from her pussy. Her eyes were locked on David's throbbing cock. "Yes. Last time I didn't have a tail orrrr these otherrrrrr brrrrreasts. Orrrr furrrr like this. Please, David. Please. She needs you. I need you." David knelt before Kelly, almost stumbling as he learned his new center of balance and the size of his body. He touched the side of her face, rubbing her furry jaw. Kelly's hand reached for David's dick but he gently grabbed her wrist and pushed her away. With his hand on the back of her neck, he pulled her towards him and they kissed. Jaws at angle to accommodate their elongated faces, longer tongues carefully exploring and twisting in each other's muzzles, they kissed as lovers. David's hand explored the thick fur along Kelly's back, up and down her spine. She growled appreciatively as he lightly scratched her. David held Kelly's upper and lower back tightly, fingers gripping her fur. He pulled her upper body back, titling her and she followed. He bent to her large chest and she moaned as he carefully licked around the nipple on her upper breasts. Even more carefully, David bit at the nipple causing Kelly to gasp. It took a moment for him to discover how to use his new mouth to suckle but the very wolf-like whine Kelly rewarded him with made him glad he tried. The fur along the middle of Kelly's belly tickled against the side of his face. Again Kelly reached down to David's cock but this time, he didn't stop her. He felt Kelly press the tip of his dick down and then he almost bit down hard on her nipple when he felt the tip slip between her burning hot pussy lips. Foreplay had always been important for David, especially with a new lover. To take his time and explore the lady's body and discover where she was sensitive and what she liked. He loved it. But, at this exact moment, he felt something at the back of his mind. A presence both alien and... right at the same time. A... a wolf prowling at the back of his mind. He felt it in the way it pushed him and now he knew what Kelly meant when she said the wolf in her wanted him. This other thing in his mind wanted her. It wanted to rut. It was pain and violence and absolute dominance. His hands suddenly twitched to grab Kelly by the back of her neck and throw her to the ground. A growl escaped his lips as it told him to force her on her hands and knees. To mate with her. To take the female and plant his seed in her so that he might father many strong pups. A voice laughing at him, at the way he was slowly taking his time. Wasting his time. It came hard and fast and took nearly every ounce of concentration to ignore it. "Kelly," David gasped. "Kelly, I need you. Now. I need it now. Badly. I'm sorry. I need you." The corners of Kelly's lips turned up slightly in what David could only guess was a grin. "Yes. Don't apologize. Yes. Please." When David tried to lay Kelly down on her back, she put her hand on his chest to stop him. "No. No, not like that." Kelly pushed away. Her eyes locked onto David's eyes as she turned around on her knees. With her muzzle turned to continue looking at David, she leaned forward and all four sets of her breasts fell forward with her. Kelly lifted her thick brown tail and the sudden heavy scent of her pussy rolled over David. He bit his lips, easily drawing blood with his fangs as he fought against the growling predator raging at the back of his mind. The mindless beast that roared and howled at the sight and scent of its mate. The fur around Kelly's black pussy lips was matted down with her juices. "Come to me," she crooned. Her voice was rocky and hoarse and the most beautiful thing he'd ever heard. David automatically went to his knees behind Kelly and shoved his nose against her pussy. She was so warm against his wet, cold nose. His tongue, longer now, lashed out, tasting the thick wetness between her thighs. He gripped her ass, pulling her cheeks farther apart as he sucked on her pussy, feeling her hips jerk and push back against him. He twisted his claws into her fur, feeling the way her proud tail swished against the tips of his ears. She moaned, growling low as his tongue penetrated her. She tasted like no other woman he'd ever had. He worked his tongue as deep into her as he could, feeling how soaked his face became from her juices. Feeling the wet, soaked fur around her cunt as she grunted from the way his tongue felt. He could take it no more. The beast inside of him was shrieking with rage and David knew that if he waited any longer, it would take over and he would hurt Kelly badly when he took her. The thick hairs along his arms and shoulders stood at attention as he struggled to maintain control. He stood again and Kelly looked back again, her tongue out as she panted from the attention David had just paid to her. Her long feet, made for walking on the tips of her toes, dug sharp claws into the carpet as she arched for him. She knew what was coming and she rested her upper body on the floor as she waited. Her heavy breasts rested against the thick carpet. Her tail stood at proud attention up and away from her ass and she slowly wriggled back and forth in anticipation. David knelt behind Kelly but the wolf's influence was suddenly too much; he went to his hands and feet above her slightly larger body. As an animal on all fours. Kelly's tail pressed hard against his chest. He growled as he struggled with what the wolf wanted. In a feat of strength that he'd never had before, he held himself up with one hand and gripped his massive cock with his other. A line of drool fell from his mouth as his concentration slipped. The wolf saw Kelly's furry, unprotected neck and he wanted to bite down. To feel her flesh and fur between his teeth as he rutted. A harder growl made his teeth vibrate as he slowly guided himself to her. David easily lowered himself with one arm until he felt the odd tip of his new cock press against her. She was incredibly wet - enough that he accidentally slipped into her a little bit. Her burning hot, jet-black pussy lips opened for him with a wet sucking sound. Kelly shivered under him, moaning in barely restrained lust. She started to push back against him and David lost the fight. With a harsh roar, his teeth clamped around the back of Kelly's neck, the wolf furious that the female would think to take the first move. Kelly yelped and shook under him but immediately stopped moving. David continued to growl with his teeth sunk into her neck. He could taste her blood. With an immense push, David came back to the surface. He pulled his mouth away in horror but couldn't stop the reflexive way his tongue licked around his slightly black lips. "Oh my god! Kelly, oh my god, I'm so sorry." Kelly turned her elongated face to look back at him. "David..." Her voice caught and she wet her lips before continuing. "David..." Another pause and she almost looked bashful. "I liked it." "You..." David cocked his head. "But..." "David, I'm yourrrrrrs. I underrrrrstand. I won't move. But please hurry. Please. Be my mate. Mount me. I can't hold herrrrr back much longerrrrr." David was still above Kelly. His feet, slightly longer and tipped in small black claws held him steady on the floor as the rested on his hands. The tip of his cock, a thinner tip than the head of his old cock, lay between Kelly's pussy lips. The cock's skin was thinner and more slick. He could feel the beat of Kelly's heart in her engorged pussy lips. He wanted to stop and marvel at the way her juices felt against the skin of his wolf's cock. It was more sensitive to everything - her heat, her wetness and the feeling of the skin inside of her against his own. He wanted to take his time but he couldn't. Despite what she said, he wouldn't allow himself to hurt her again. He pressed the tip (he could no longer think of it as a 'head') of his dick further into Kelly and she moaned, wanting to push back but waiting for him. She grit her teeth, growling in pain and pushing her muzzle hard against the floor with her eyes closed when he pressed further in, muscles never before used for penetration now opening for her mate. He pressed even deeper and she was nearly weeping from the pain but no longer able to stop herself from pushing back in need. David entered Kelly until his knot pressed against her pussy lips. She raised her head then, watching him. Waiting. Wanting. In pain from her virgin pussy being forced open but wanting her mate so badly. An instinct forced David to set his claws against the fur of Kelly's back. The wolf roared in triumph and tried to force him to rake his claws hard down her back but David lightly ran the claws down and around Kelly's spine. She shuddered, laying her head down on the ground briefly. As changed as he was, as strong as he felt, he was still there. He still saw that shy girl that kissed him goodnight. He looked down to his dick, buried inside her. The way his knot split open her pussy lips even further. He pulled out and she yelped in pain. And then back in, slowly, stopping as the knot touched her. And then out again. The urge to push faster and harder drilled into him until there came an intense itching in his teeth. An itching that signaled his brain to bite and tear and hurt. Slowly still, ignoring the foreign urges. In and out. She was incredibly tight around his cock but the thinner skin helped him move easier. Slightly faster now. She was panting from it. Her mouth worked as she tried to form words but, instead, a very dog-like whine came out. He pushed in again and she tore pieces from the carpet with her claws. She pushed back against him as he pulled out, not wanting to let him go. The fur along her thighs lay flat and wet from her excitement. He pressed harder. Faster. The knot almost entered her and she yelped in sudden pain. Out and she was moaning for more. In. Out. The Coincidence Four couples go out to dinner together. Each woman has a remote-controlled vibrator inserted. Each man has a remote he thinks will control the vibrator, and therefore, his woman. However, one remote has been modified to override the others. This story describes what results from the confusing coincidence. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (13.5 min/mp3) * * * * *