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Part 3

By: CheshireKatarina



Having just finished my shower, I dry my hair slowly with one of the fluffy white hotel towels. As I rub my head lightly, I walk out through the sliding glass door onto the dark balcony. I lean against the concrete wall that outlines the balcony and peek out over the plants to the park-like grass and trees below. I feel a slight breeze rustle my thin, light robe I have tied loosely around me. I sigh as the breeze brushes by my swollen slit, cooling it. This had been one erotic night, but I'm not completely drained.

The towel over my head, I don't hear the door open and close quietly. You have retrieved more ice, the previous bucket long since melted. Seeing me on the balcony, obviously unaware that you have returned, you set down the bucket and walk quietly out on to the balcony. I have pulled my hair to one side to dry the tips some more, leaving the back of my neck exposed. You creep up and wrap your arms around my waist. Before I have a moment to react, you kiss the side of my neck, eventually letting the kiss flow into a long lick up to my ear. I giggle as it sends tingling sensations up and down my back.

I drop the towel and turn to you, your arms still around me. I wrap one arm around the back of your neck and place my other hand softly on your cheek. I stand on my toes and give you a long, passionate kiss, my arm pulling you in closer to me. You can tell I have something in mind. I break the kiss, but keep my eyes locked with yours. I give you a new look you have not seen before, one of power and dominance. I slowly and surely move you to the metal deck chair to one side of the balcony. The backs of your knees against the heavy chair and my arms laying heavily on your shoulders, you have no choice but to sit down. The absence of arms on the chair make it easy for me to straddle you and sit on your lap. As I sit down, you are able to catch a peek at my young slit, slightly damp in anticipation.

I begin by pulling off your t-shirt. Once your strong chest is completely availed to me, I begin to lick and suck your left nipple. You can feel the warmth of my mouth pulling at you. I move to the right nipple as I slide my hands down your sides and slip them under the elastic of your underwear and sweat pants. You emit a low groan of complete happiness as I slide your clothing down over your hips. You are only too eager to lift your butt from the chair as I pull your pants all the way off and toss them inside the door with your shirt. Completely naked, you suddenly realize that you are surrounded by the cool night air, exposed for anyone in the neighboring balconies to look over and see. You suddenly seem a little apprehensive as you glance around, and I giggle as I bring your attention back to the matter at hand.

I loosen the cord around my waist , unveiling my creamy white breasts to you, as I continue to kiss you and slide further up your legs until my mound is pressed against you. I feel your mouth groan against mine as I pull on your lips with mine. I begin to move in a circular motion, first rubbing against the straining head of your cock, then pressing my mound and stomach against you, then back and down to start all over again. You seem to be almost unable to take much more of this, and put your hands on my sides, trying to push me down onto your cock. I resist as I lean back from you to give you a seductive look of mild disapproval. I'm in control here, you must sit back and take whatever I choose to give you.

Deciding upon a change of pace, I dismount you. You try to protest, but I tell you to stop as I kneel in front of you. Realizing what is happening, you are quiet again. I put my hands on your knees and slide them up to your very hard member. I wrap one hand around your cock and begin to stroke up and down as my other hand cups your balls and begins to massage them. You begin to groan, once again. I lean close and lick the tip of your cock with a quick flick of my tongue. I then envelop the head of your cock in my warm mouth and begin to swirl my tongue around it as I continue to pump and massage with my hands. You place your hands rather heavily on the back of my damp head, trying to get me to take more of you in my mouth. I resist again. Feeling that you are about to climax, I suddenly stop. You remove your hands and give me a questioning look. I merely smile seductively, once again, as I get up and sit on your lap, just as I had been before.

I can tell you are in complete erotic agony, and I decide to finally give you release. Your member is rock hard and very ready. I press the head of your cock against my tight, resistant little twat. I lower my body slowly. I flinch as your head pops inside of me. Moving up and down, I let a little more of you in at a time. Soon, you are deep inside of me, as far as you can go. I continue to pulse up and down at a quickening pace, almost the full length of your shaft sliding in and out of me. My breasts jiggle with the rapid movement. You finally release your entire load into me as my little channel squeezes you tightly. As I cum, I arch my back and press my body against you, emitting small whimpers and moans, accompanied by your groaning, of complete contentment.

I collapse against you, once again, and place my head on your shoulder, panting. As you wrap your arms around my limp, sweaty body, you remember I am back to my little, innocent self, ready to do your next bidding.

Party Invite



Jimmy:

A little about my wife Nan; Standing about five feet seven inches she is slim, toned and has the perfect ass in my opinion. I've always been attracted to a woman with a firm butt that tapers down nicely to wonderful thighs just as firm and well shaped. That is what I have in Nan. Her great body also has the nicest breasts in my opinion. Full, firm, well shaped and capped by two luscious, sensitive nipples that are visible even when Nan is wearing a bra that she does not at all really even need. All this and beautiful eyes, sensual lips and soft chestnut shoulder length hair.

When we first met you would not even have known she was so gorgeous. She to this day doesn't understand just how captivating she is and if it was not for my prodding her to show her body off a little she would never think of doing so herself.

And this I did by often encouraging Nan to forego her bra which would allow me to see and drool over her fantastic breasts and nipples out in public or I would buy her a form fitting skirt that accentuated her perfect ass and legs. I could not wait to get her home and get her into bed. Sometimes we did not make it to bed, when I would pull her blouse open right in our entry way and wind up making love on the couch.

This was a lot of fun for me and I assumed Nan enjoyed it as well. Sex was great and I knew when she had an orgasm. There was no hiding that.

Nan:

I am not naïve. I know I have an attractive figure and men have always found me desirable. But I did not care about that or play into that scene. Jimmy was all I really cared about and while he liked me to dress provocatively I only did it because it excited him and that was fine.

What Jimmy did not seem to realize or maybe care about was that it brought on unwanted attention from other men. I ignored it, but it grew annoying and some men were more aggressive than others.

At times when we were in a social situation either with neighbors or more so with Jimmy's business functions some men would make a pass at me or brazenly grope me after drinking a bit too much. 

One neighbor on the 4th of July party at his house cornered me in his make shift wine cellar after sending me there under the pretense to pick out a Merlot. He followed me down to the basement and pushed me into a corner and began fondling my breasts and even tweaked my nipples rather crudely.

I pushed him away from me and hurried out of there, but my nipples were erect and I was acutely aware of the ongoing tingling that did not leave me until we got home and Jimmy practically attacked me. He was excited that my nipples were so clearly erect without a clue that our neighbor had cause the reaction.

A few days later our neighbor profusely apologized to me personally and blamed it on the alcohol, but I felt like I had some responsibility for what happened. I never let on to him about that and just graciously accepted his apology.

Jimmy:

Business was going great and my relationship with Nan could not have been better. She was so damn hot and sex continued to be great. We were invited to a party by one of my new clients whom I had really hit it off with. He was a different kind of guy than most of my clients.

His name was Hal and he did not look the part of the successful business owner that he was. He was a big guy who looked more like a country bumpkin than the clean cut well dressed suits I usually worked with. But, Hal was friendly and extremely outgoing. After Nan and I attended a luncheon that his company threw, his interest in our relationship really took off.

He seemed to like Nan right away and spent a good bit of time chatting her up which she seemed to be fine with. It was shortly after that luncheon he called me to offer up an invitation to one of his friend's annual events at a house that sounded like a dream. He thought it might open up a few more doors for me as well.

I couldn't wait to tell Nan about it and much to my surprise she was not all that enthusiastic about it. After extolling the many possible opportunities that would be afforded us she finally came around and agreed to go.

The party was still a month off and Hal, Nan and I got together for dinner before hand and I had a lunch with him once before the event. He mentioned to me more than once what a great lady Nan was and how lucky I was to have landed such a beauty.

Nan:

Jimmy's business required me every so often to socialize with his clients either by attending dinners or an occasional party. At one such event, a luncheon, I was introduced to his newest client Hal. Hal was a huge man who did not fit the norm of most of Jimmy's clients which at first was a pleasant surprise.

I say at first because Jimmy's typical clients were a bit slick, self centered men or women who expected to be treated like royalty and catered to. Hal on the other hand was a verbose extravert, but over weight, dressed poorly and had a gut hanging over his belt that he did little to hide.

Hal seemed friendly enough at first and paid a fair amount of attention to me at the luncheon. Refreshingly he did not focus on my breast even though Jimmy had encouraged me to wear a sheer bra and light top that did little to hide my nipples. He did however touch me often usually on my hand or shoulder in the course of our conversations.

I notice that his hands were soft, but huge. I mean bizarrely so. His palms were the size of a dessert plate and his fingers long and incredibly thick. He was not at all what I would consider good looking and his mannerisms were to some extent rather crude. You would think he drove a tractor on a farm before you would ever think he ran a successful multimillion dollar business.

We met again at a dinner he invited us to where it was the three of us and one other gentleman whom Jimmy was mostly engaged with selling his services to. This left me again listening to Hal going on about various subjects some interesting and some not.

At this dinner I began to see a side of Hal I did not care for. He at times put his jowly face too close to me as though confiding a secret to me and took the occasion to touch my knee or neck with those big mitts of his. He was checking me out much more so than I liked and now I caught him glancing at my breasts or legs when I would get up for any reason.

I had agreed to go to Hal's friend's party and after this dinner I really wished I had not done so. As the party drew near Jimmy surprised me with a new outfit to wear to the event. It was really a cute silk skirt and top that while I loved on the one hand felt a little nervous about on the other. It clung to my rear and accentuated my breasts, but not in a cheap or vulgar way. The cut, quality and color of the silk were simply elegant so I was happy to wear it.

Jimmy:

Finally the event at Hal's friend was here. I was excited to finally see this house I was told would be impressive. I bought this amazing outfit for Nan to wear specifically for this party. I saw it on a mannequin at a shop near my office and thought it looked great on this mannequin, but would be a knock out on Nan.

When she came down our stairs from our bedroom wearing it I simply thought "Wow! Will I make it through the evening before jumping her bones." It clung to her fabulous butt and outlined her breast which even with her wearing a bra her nipples were clearly evident. My kind of outfit!

We arrived at the house with the party in full swing and it did not disappoint. Hal was nowhere to be seen at first, but his friend seemed to know who we were and came up to us and introduced himself. A nice looking guy as tall as Hal, but fit looking and just as gracious. His name was Mark and he introduced us around to a few of the people he was near and I immediately saw the potential Hal was talking about. A tray of drinks came around with Hal right behind it. 

Hal gave us both a hug and whisked Nan away to help prepare a few more drinks somewhere further in the house. I took this as an advantage to focus on the men and women Mark had introduced me to.

Nan:

We arrived at the house and it was beautifully set back amongst redwood trees and that made you feel like you were in a forest. The grounds were simply elegant while at the same time rustic. Upon entering we were soon greeted by the host and owner Mark, Hal's friend. Mark introduced us to several people near him and Jimmy was right on his game of schmoozing with a keen interest towards the potential of new clients.

At one point a tray of drinks were served up and Hal was right behind the server. He was dressed as usual without much thought to his appearance, but again as usual was verbose and friendly hugging both me and Jimmy. Within minutes he led me away while asking me to help him prepare additional drinks at a corner bar in the living room.

It took us nearly an hour to get there as we were constantly engaged in conversations with other guest who all seemed to know and hold Hal in high regard. It made me feel better about being with him away from Jimmy and I just hoped he would stay respectful.

What I did not see was Hal occasionally pairing off with other men checking me out as though I was some kind of prize trophy for the taking.

We arrived at the small corner bar that was L-shaped with bottles of various top shelf liquor already opened on the stone counter. Hal ushered me in ahead of him to the small space behind the counter against the wall. He set up some glasses and instructed me on what and how much to pour in each glass. The lighting was not great back there, but Hal seemed to know what bottle was what just by the shape of it.

He also had us sample the different kinds to learn exactly how they should taste. The server would come by and grab a few onto their trays or a guest would simply come by for some conversation with us take a glass and move on. It was actually a lot of fun.

Hal was touching me here and there, but nothing out of line until I felt his huge hand come to rest on my waist just above my rear. His hand covered most of the small of my back and I was impressed by that, his touch was extremely gentle and almost caressing. One of the women I was introduced to earlier came up and began a conversation with me.

Her name was Jackie and she was a little older than I was, but attractive and very engaging. Hal joined in the conversation and while hidden from our new friend's view his hand slipped down my side over my hip and back again. While his touch remained gentle I began to feel this was going somewhere I was not comfortable with.

There was a temporary dance floor installed in the middle of the room about 15 or 20 feet from us and a hired magician began a routine in front of various quests in that area. Jackie turned to watch, the lights dimmed further except on the makeshift stage/dance floor and almost on queue Hal's huge hand slid over my right butt cheek and began to slowly caress me and ever so gently squeeze it.

I tried to grab his wrist with my left hand and move him off of me, but that was like trying to move a tree trunk. I did not want to make a scene nor alert Jackie to what he was doing so I quietly turned to him and asked him to please stop.

He just leaned over and whispered to me "Nan, you have the most amazing ass I have ever seen or felt for that matter."

I whispered back firmly "yes Hal, but it belongs to Jimmy, my husband who you seem to have already forgotten."

He said "not at all Nan in fact he is heading our way now."

Jimmy was working his way over to us through the crowd and finally came up to us. He greeted Hal and I and remarked on what an amazing party this was and thanked Hal for inviting us. Hal's huge hand never left my ass and I was astonished not only by his crude boldness, but also that his hand encapsulated my entire right butt cheek.

While Jimmy stood right before us engaged in animated small talk, Hal began to take further liberties by moving from one cheek to the other and gently sliding a finger between them as well. The sensations were giving me goose bumps and yes of course my nipples were reacting as well.

I was frozen with fear of how humiliating this could be for Jimmy if he knew what was happening and fought to control my rising anger as well as the reaction my body was having to his insistent caresses. When both Jimmy and Jackie turned away to watch the magician I made an attempt to free myself from this pig and escape from this cramped space behind the bar.

Hal just tightened his grip now covering most of my ass and pushed me firmly against the stone counter. He just looked at me and gave me this big toothy smile. I would either have to make a scene or let him have his way for awhile longer until Jimmy and Jackie left.

His long middle finger was now siding between my ass cheeks pushing my skirt between my legs, than running his hand down over the back of my thighs and back up again. This was starting to get to me. I was disgusted with myself, but I was getting turned on by his incessant caresses, squeezing and prodding.

Jimmy began to turn back to us as the magician moved off into another section of the crowd and pour himself and Jackie more Johnny Walker Black scotch. As he was about to look up at me to say something, I began to panic that I would not be able to hide my growing embarrassment as well as excitement to what was going on out of his sight.

I'm sure my face would be a dead giveaway. Luckily or unluckily, I'm not sure which, the music grew much louder, the lights dimmed to almost complete darkness and a professional Ballroom dance couple began a high energy performance. Both Jimmy and Jackie immediately turned their backs to us clapping enthusiastically for these talented dancers.

I tried again to turn away from Hal but he was having none of that. I pleaded with him to stop. "Hal please!! My husband is right in front of us!! Let me go please!!"

He just gave me this half smile and told me to just take it easy. 

"Sweet heart, just relax you are doing fine."

And with that his hand ran down my leg and came back up under my skirt and he slid one massive finger over my slit reaching all the way to my clitoris and back. His finger felt like a normal man's penis running between my legs. He was really working me over, running that digit from my anus to my clit and back again. I was starting to pant both from fear and the excruciatingly intense sensations from his manipulations.

Then it happened, he put me over the edge when he slid his hand all the way back and then underneath my bikini panties and right back down between my labia and slowly inserted his grotesquely fat finger into me.

I looked up for a minute and no one seemed to be looking or aware of what was happening and I dropped my elbows onto the counter hanging my head down while biting my finger to hold back as much sound as possible. The music was loud enough to hide the sounds of my pussy being fucked by his massive cock like finger as well as my stifled grunts and moans. My panties had slid down to my knees then to my ankles where I somehow stepped out of them to maintain my balance.

With me now bent over like this he kicked my legs further apart and went to town fucking me as deeply as any cock I have ever had. Amazingly he added another finger and I wanted to scream out so bad from the intensity of his fingers fucking me.

I was quickly approaching the point of no return when he slipped his free had up under my blouse and began roughly pinching and tweaking my left nipple. My head was practically touching the cold stone counter and I began to orgasm hard with wave after shuddering wave ripping through me.

He finally stopped his finger fucking of me and as I stood up I fell back against him. His left hand came around my lower abdomen, pressed me to him. Before I could completely recover he slipped his finger coated with my juices into my mouth and whispered into my ear telling me just how hot I was. All the while he kept running his huge left hand up and over my breasts and down to my pussy while he ran his fingers in and out of my mouth.

I felt him pushing what felt like a baseball bat into my back and grinding himself into me. I begged him to let me go to the bathroom. He pointed to a hallway and finally let me escape.

Hal wasn't going anywhere at the moment. He was sporting an obvious huge hard-on and hung back behind the bar for awhile waiting for his massive prick to die down a bit. The dancers finished and Jimmy and his friend turned back around expressing mutual amazement at the professionalism of couple.

Hal just nodded his head in agreement having no idea how good they were or not. 

Even though some of the edge of his lust for Nan had been alleviated his mind was still clouded with the need for his fulfillment and desire to possess Nan completely.

Jackie was blabbering something at him and finally was interrupted by Jimmy enquiring as to where his wife had gone. Hal told him that he thought she had headed towards one of the bathrooms upstairs. Jimmy thanked him and left to go find her.

Jimmy was horny and hoped maybe he could get a little from his gorgeous wife if he found her before she left the bathroom. He headed up the sweeping stair case that gracefully curved up to the second floor. There he searched the various rooms for one of the several bathrooms of which he hoped to find Nan.

His sexy wife however, was in the lower level bathroom off of the hallway that Hal had guided her to. Nan was attempting to regain her composure having succumbed to the over the top finger fucking she just had received from her husband's new friend/client. Nothing like this had ever gone this far and still she could not understand how she let it happen. Her body was still flush with the intensity of her orgasm and this by a man she truly found downright ugly.

Nan moved to leave the bathroom and join her husband and mingle with the other guests of the party. As she opened the bathroom door the doorway was filled by the huge bulk of Hal. She was practically right up against him and he just walked her right back into the room. Hal placed his hands under her arms and easily lifted her onto the bathroom's vanity. As she tried to steady herself Hal placed one large thigh between her legs keeping them spread as he cupped her head in both his hands and bent down to kiss her.

Her first instinct was to resist, keeping her lips pressed together, but with one large hand holding her head tilted back and against his thick tongue rasping across her lips, she found herself losing her resolve. Soon her mouth opened and relaxed and Hal went to town ravishing this captive wife's lips and tongue. 

Nan was excited by the way his tongue filled her mouth and was so soft yet strong in contrast to Jimmy's tongue which was more stiff and pointy. She would have never in a million years think Hal would be an excellent kisser and that she would be enjoying this ugly man's insistent tonguing.

Nan was so taken with Hal kissing her she only became aware that he had undone the buttons of her top when she felt his free hand cupping her naked breast. He soon dropped his other hand from her head to her left breast and began tweaking and rolling both of her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. All the while his incessant kissing continued.

She was now pressed against the vanity wall mirror and Hal's other thigh was also between her legs forcing them to be spread obscenely wide with her skirt practically up to her waste. Her nipples were as hard as they have ever been and ached from his rough treatment of them and she liked it. 

Nan was moaning into his mouth with little yelps escaping every so often when he tweaked them a little too hard.

Hal finally stopped ravishing her mouth only to drop his head down to her right breast and began sucking and licking that nipple into his mouth, between his teeth, holding it there while whipping his tongue back and forth over the tip of it. He would then push it back out scraping the sides of her extended nipple against his teeth. It bordered between slightly painful and excruciating pleasant.




Party Invite



Hal's hands were still busy, but now busy unbuckling his pants. Nan heard the sound of his zipper being undone and then the feel of a massive penis hitting her thighs. She glanced down and saw the truly largest cock she had ever seen or even imagined for that matter. Easily twice as long and twice as thick as Jimmy's penis, Its head was like a plumb and flared out even wider than its shaft. 

Hal began rubbing his cock head all around her pussy's lips and slit from top to bottom. 

Nan was wet and more turned on than she could ever remember, but this was a point of no return. Letting Hal fuck her and fuck her with a cock this big was too much for her to let happen. Already she had allowed Hal to do things to her no one but her husband had done and being fucked here by Hal in a stranger's bathroom was unthinkable.

She began to plead with Hal to stop. "This has gone too far and they needed to stop now!" But Hal was having none of that. 

In response to her pleas he took hold of her head with his big left hand and began kissing her once again as he had done earlier. All the while he continued to rub his giant cockhead against her ever moistening opening.

With his thick tongue pressed deep into Nan's mouth Hal began to push his overly large cockhead into Nan's delicious pussy. 

"Oh my god!" Nan mumbled through his tongue as his the thick plumb like head slipped into her. Hal stopped pushing for a moment to let Nan get used to his size. At that moment there was a light nock on the bathroom door and they both listened as Nan's husband Jimmy called out her name inquiring if she was in there.

Nan looked in panic into Hal's eyes silently pleading for him to let her go. He did not. He just kept a slight pressure against her pussy and looked back down at her with his eyes full of lust.

Nan responded to Jimmy's question and said, "Yes Jimmy, I will be out in a few minutes. I think I had a little too much to drink."

Jimmy was horny and was hoping to have a little fun with Nan. He asked; "Nan, let me in are you alright?"

As Nan thought how to respond, Hal evilly pushed his enormous cock a few inches deeper into Nan. Nan bit her lip trying not to scream from the overwhelming sensation of being stretched and penetrated by Hal's cock.

She managed to say; "I'm on the toilet Jimmy, just wait for me with Hal, I think he went out towards the patio."

Hal loved that one and pushed another couple of inches of his cock meat deeper yet into his captive. He began to now slowly stroke in and out of her stretched cunt with half of his length, gaining a little more with each thrust. 

Jimmy meanwhile thought he heard a grunt or something like a moan from within the bathroom, but with all the noise from the party could not be sure. He stayed for a moment longer before responding to Nan. 

"Okay Nan, I will wait for you on the patio. Come look for me when you're done. You're not getting sick are you?"

Nan was now getting fucked like she never had before. With her husband just a few feet away on the outside of the bathroom door she stopped thinking about him and was being overcome by the powerful thrust by this ape fucking her.

She did manage to say; "I'm okay Jimmy, I'm uhhh...uhhh...okayyyy...Jimmy...uh...oh god you're so deep into me Hal!"

"What?" Said Jimmy. 

"I will...uhg...be out...uhg, uhg, uhg...soon!"

"Okay Nan, come and get me out on the patio."

Finally Jimmy left and it was a good thing because Hal now embedded his entire length into the now deliriously panting and moaning wife in front of him. She was so wet and the look on her face was priceless. He knew women looked at him as grotesque and joked about his size behind his back, but when he decided to take one they always changed their mind and his bulk became his asset.

He pressed forward and held his cock deep into the panting women. "God she was tight and so wet" he thought and then told her so. He would pull his cock almost completely out of her soft clinging pussy then fill her again to the limit. Over and over he repeated this long stroking of her and she was his. 

Nan clung to his shoulders as he fucked her so intently she was losing her breathe and getting dizzy. Her head rested back against the mirror with her eyes closed only occasionally glancing up into Hal's eyes who just stared down at her.

Something happened inside her body and mind. Nan completely submitted to this man, body and soul. She had always felt in control or at least as a partner in sex with her husband, but this was different. She gave herself up to the fucking she was getting and it felt like a drug. Nan was high from it, breathless and intoxicated from the extreme arousal of being so thoroughly taken. She began an orgasm that rocked her from head to toe and it seemed like it would never end.

Hal fucked her now harder and furiously plowed his cock into her slapping his belly against her wide spread thighs and pelvis. He was ready to explode into her and bent down and again began to ravish her mouth. He held her hips in his hands lifting her into his pounding cock and finally came deep inside her holding her tight against himself.

Nan panted; "Oh my god your cuming inside of me. I can feel you filling me full of your sperm!"

"And you love it, exclaimed Hal! You love having my huge cock buried into your delicious married pussy don't you" 

"Say it Nan!" he demanded! "Tell me how much you love me fucking you!"

"Damnit Hal I do love your huge cock up inside me and your big hands all over my body! I never thought I would, but I do! I have never been fucked like this in my life!!"

"You will again Nan! This pussy is mine now and I will be fucking you a lot more. I will come to your home and fuck you in your bed or at my office and just about any place I feel like it!"

With that said Hal slid his deflating cock out of Nan's quivering pussy and back into his trousers. He left her there still dizzy from what had just occurred. Nan's life was changed this night forever. As she slowly recovered, her senses were still fully engaged, but her mind and state of being came back into focus. 

She again locked the bathroom door, removed what was left of her clothing and thought a quick shower was needed.

Stepping over the rim of the tub the spray of hot water was a wonderfully invigorating as she felt the sweat and copious amount of Hal's sperm that had been dripping down her thighs wash away. Nan felt refreshed and her skin still sensitive, tingled as she toweled herself dry. Her panties and bra were gone and slipping her dress back on there was now not any possibility of hiding her extended nipples. She liked the sensual feel of the thin material clinging to her body as she reentered the party that was still going strong. Nan's eyes were at half mast with that smokey sensual quality that did not go unnoticed by other males mingling about the room.

For Nan had the party just begun...?



Part of the Deal



There was a pause. "My goodness," muttered Vivian, looking down at her dress. "I'll have to change…"

Sunday dinner was a sumptious affair. A few delicacies, artichoke hearts and shiitake mushrooms, would grace the Club's plates…but Melanie was the main course. Her headless body was roasted to a deep sepia hue; long legs and arms curled beneath her, knobbed, charred bones protruding where her hands and feet had been severed, she was still steaming as she was served on a colorful bed of red cabbage and shaved carrots. As the chef plunged his serving fork through the girl's crisp, brown skin, fat ran in rivulets down her broad, meaty back, and from the tops of her plump buttocks to her thick haunches. He carved slabs from the girl's loin and thighs and passed them around the huge oaken table; the wives dove in with gusto…their husbands, less so.

"Why, George," said his wife, a forkful of Melanie's meat poised between plate and mouth, "You've barely touched your steak. You love tenderloin."

"Eat up, old man," Phil Pendleton said around a mouthful of rich flesh. "No doggie bags around here!"

A laugh echoed around the table…the prosperous and their wives, a laugh at the expense of the luckless young woman they were devouring because it had been her turn to die. George had been thinking about the apartment; he picked up his knife and fork, sawed off a slice of his girlfriend. "Seen that waitress at the Café Del Rosa yet, Phil?" he asked, popping the savory morsel in his mouth.

"Already working on the next one," scolded Mabel Craddock. "Shame on you, George Wilkinson; enjoy the one you've got in front of you, first." She washed down some of Melanie's fatty buttock with the '67 champagne. "And besides," she continued, "if you keep bringing them in like this," gesturing to the carved-up carcass gracing the center of the table, "I'll have to go on a diet!"



Part of the Family



Other things may change us, but we start and end with the family. 
Anthony Brandt

What greater thing is there for human souls than to feel that they are joined for life - to be with each other in silent unspeakable memories. 
George Eliot

A good many family trees are shady.
Robert Elliott Gonzales





'How many times are you going to do that?' Johnny teased.

Kerry ignored him, checking her makeup in the passenger rear view mirror.

'You know, you've spent more time looking in that mirror than at me. Vanity is a terrible sin,' he goaded.

Kerry pushed the mirror flap into its concealed position. 'It's not vanity wanting to look your best when meeting your futures,' she replied testily.

'Okay, keep your hair on, love,' he laughed affectionately, pleased he'd got a reaction.

Kerry stared pointedly out the window, feigning a bad mood. She was nervous about meeting Johnny's parents for the first time, and Johnny sensing this, was trying to distract her with his comments and digs. He meant well, but Kerry just wished he'd take a hint and lay off for a bit. 

She lowered the window a little more, the sensation of the wind blowing in, cool and refreshing. Johnny had a point, she was hyper nervous, ridiculous really, she felt like a teenager; in a permanent state of emotional turbulence - had been since she'd met Johnny. 

She glanced at the engagement ring, the glint of sunshine reflecting from the diamond, a reminder this was reality, not some fantastic dream. Only two months ago she'd been a desperate single - Friday nights in with only a bottle of Rosa, and a Hugh Grant film for company.

Then, Johnny.

A work leaving do for a colleague - who she hadn't liked much anyway - drinks at The Red Lion, her round, and he was there at the bar at the same time - serendipity - light words, eye contact, and some switch flicked inside her. Phone numbers at the end of a hazy night. Chance - the roll of a dice, clichéd fate and a string of dates that left her dizzy. Sex, God, how good was he in bed? - and when they weren't together, she was like some love struck adolescent plagued with doubts and fears that something would go wrong, that she'd discover some terrible secret such as; he was already married, or was being unfaithful, or had some awful terminal disease – no scenario was too outlandish for her nervous imagination. In short, he seemed too good to be true.

Johnny.

The first thing Kerry noticed about him was his penetrating cobalt blue eyes that sometimes gave the impression he could read her mind. But there was also a playful, mischievous glint there too - a warmth that attracted Kerry to him in an instant. His lustrous chestnut brown tousled hair and broad chest also had their appeals, and she often noticed with relish the glances from other women when she and Johnny were out in public.

She smiled, straightened the hem of her skirt and resisted the urge to check her nails again. She decided to try and distract herself with the outside scenery. 

They'd left the motorway over an hour ago, and Johnny's 4x4 Toyota was hurtling down narrow country lanes, passing picturesque small villages and farms and across the Yorkshire hills and dales. The countryside was transformed this time of year, the summer's last days of warmth reluctantly giving way as the seasons changed. Rich green hues turning to warm shades of tan, orange and red. Scattered like confetti around trees, and displaced by the wind, in ditches and up against walls and fences, innumerable brown leaves gathered, making random patterns in the landscape. You never really saw or appreciated the beauty of the seasons when living in the city, Kerry reflected. You were always too busy to stop and look and take in the rich tapestry woven all around. Two small colourful birds flitted past the car darting into a hedge.

'Redstarts,' Johnny enthused. 'Haven't seen a Redstart in ages. They'll be migrating soon, back off to Africa, and I don't blame 'em.'

'Redstart?' Kerry responded, not having heard of that species.

'They sound a bit like Robins when they sing - beautiful little birds. Their eggs are a wonderful sky blue.'

'What do they taste like?' Kerry quipped, always at a disadvantage when on the subject was wildlife. Johnny's knowledge about nature was enviable and she supposed that was another thing she loved about him. Some of the guys she'd dated would be hard pressed to tell a Blackbird from a Magpie.

'I don't know,' Johnny laughed. He then fell silent for a few seconds as though contemplating something.

'When I was a kid, about six or seven, I found a nest in an old tree stump. It had three blue eggs in it. I didn't know much about birds then, but thinking how pretty they were I took them home, showed them to my dad, wanting to impress him, I suppose – you know kids.' Johnny laughed. 'He nearly hit the roof. Really mad he was. Cuffed me round the head and made me take them back and return them to the nest. Only I couldn't find the nest could I? He was so mad,' Johnny said, shaking his head at the memory.

'What happened?'

'Well, it took a couple of hours, but I did manage to find the nest in the end. By then it was getting dark. Boy was he mad. He didn't say a single word to me when we walked home.'

'Great, I'm going to have an angry, ill-tempered father,' Kerry moaned.

Johnny grinned at her reaction. 'It was years ago, I was just a kid. He's not an angry man, quite the opposite. He is passionate about some things. I'm sure you'll really like him.'

'I'm more concerned about him liking me,' Kerry confessed.

'Don't worry, he will. Hey, nearly there,' he announced cheerfully, as the 4x4 flew up another narrow lane hemmed in by tall hedges.

'Good, my legs are stiff as hell,' Kerry complained, leaning forward to massage her calf muscles.

'Do you want me to stop somewhere? You can stretch your legs.'

'No, I'll be fine, thanks.'

'Don't want you staggering out of the car when we arrive, my parents'll think you're drunk.'

'Very funny, I'd just tell them all us city girls from the big smoke can't get by without a few bottles of wine every day.'

Johnny smiled at her jest, as he turned a steep bend in the road causing her to grip the passenger door.

'Kez, there's something I have to tell you,' he said, after a while. 

She hoped he was going to crack a joke but something in his tone suggested otherwise.

'I have to level with you about something.' He took a deep breath, but said nothing, as though he was trying to find the right words.

'What?' Kerry prompted.

'Well, I wasn't wholly truthful to you about meeting my parents . . .'

'What? What is it? For Christ's sake, Johnny, I'm nervous enough. Spit it out.'

'Okay,' he exhaled. 'I didn't want to tell you this until now. I know how nervous you are and I didn't want to freak you out.'

'Johnny, you're scaring me,' Kerry said.

'It's not just my parents you're going to be meeting,' Johnny said, cautiously, his eyes firmly on the road.

'Who else?' Kerry demanded, her stomach a knot of nerves.

He took the plunge. 'It's pretty much my whole family.'

'What?' Kerry exploded in outraged disbelief.

Johnny held up a placating hand. 'Listen I knew you'd freak out if I told you earlier. I didn't want you to cancel the weekend. My folks'd be heartbroken.'

'Thant's not fair, Johnny, you should have told me. My God, your whole family.'

'They're not monsters, you know.'

'I know, I know, I didn't mean it that way. It just. . . Christ, Johnny, I'm nervous enough as it is.'

'Which is why I didn't tell you until now,' Johnny said, a little smugly for Kerry's liking.

'How considerate of you,' she returned sarcastically, folding her arms for added effect.

'C'mon, you'll be fine,' he placed a hand on her thigh which she automatically pushed away. He wasn't getting off that easily.

He sighed. 'Listen, it wasn't my idea, I swear. I arranged for it to be just us and mum and dad, then mum decides that if we bring the autumn family gathering forward a couple of weeks everyone could meet you. She had the thing practically all arranged before she even told me, you know what mothers are like.'

Kerry threw him a sideways glance as if considering if his story was true or not. 'Autumn family gathering - what is that, exactly?'

'Well, it's what we call it, for want of a better name. My folks are really keen on family ties being strong – you know, keeping regular contact, so each season we all meet up over a weekend usually at mum and dad's, and catch up with each other. It's really important to my folks, every member of the family comes, no exception. '

'How sweet,' Kerry said.

Johnny threw her a wary look.

'No, I'm serious. I think that's really sweet. Not many families make that sort of an effort these days. It's probably why there are so many problems with young people today, they come from families that are broke up or have no interest in maintaining strong family network.'

'Quite the sociologist, eh?'

'Don't take the piss, Johnny.'

'I'm not, really. I think family is really important too.' 

They were on a straight patch of road, and Kerry caught Johnny looking at her, those searching eyes.

'So how many of your relations am I to be paraded in front of?' Kerry asked, still feeling angry with him for the deception.

'Come on, it's not like that.'

'It feels like it. They'll all be comparing notes once my back's turned.'

Johnny laughed, and the warmness of the sound seemed to dispel both her anger and nerves each time. She loved his laugh. 

'They're really not like that at all, you'll see. I think you'll really like them.'

'So how many is 'them', exactly?'

Johnny frowned as he mentally totted up his relations that she'd meet. 'Let's see, there's Uncle Bob and Aunty Bev, Uncle Frank and Aunty J, Aunty Viv, Janet and Chris, Stevie and Diane, Gran and Grandma of course, then there's us. So with mum and dad that makes, uh . . .fifteen.'

'What about the children?'

'Children?'

'Your nieces and nephews?'

'Ah, of course. Well, no. It's strictly only the grown-ups. The kids stay at friends of the family. If the kids were there, all the attention would be on them, difficult to relax, enjoy a drink and have a proper catch up, you know.'

'I'd have loved to see the kids,' Kerry said, wistfully.

'You will, don't worry, just not this weekend.' He beamed a grin at her as the 4x4 trundled down a long gravel path hemmed in by tall hedges and bushes. 'Well, we're here. Hope dinner is ready.'

The path led out into a wide driveway that was filled with cars and one land rover, Kerry counted six.

'Looks like everyone's here,' Johnny said cheerfully. 'That must be Stevie's new Porsche. He just can't help being a flash git.' 

The house was a massive white stone edifice, with large windows and red tiles. It looked practical rather than attractive from an architectural point of view. Deep inset windows testified to the thickness of the walls. Thick layers of ivy smothered the west wall almost completely, while either side of the back door, hanging baskets with bright flowers put a finishing touch to the rustic appearance. Kerry loved it.

Johnny parked the car, and as the engine died, Kerry felt butterflies in her stomach, enough for David Attenborough documentary, she mused. 

She unfastened her seatbelt, slipped her shoes on and got out of the car, straightening the folds on her skirt and smoothing her hair with her fingers. Johnny slammed his door shut, gave her an encouraging grin and taking her hand in his, walked her to the door.

There was a small wooden plaque above the door with two words engraved on it: 

Carpe Noctem. 

Before she could ask Johnny what it meant, he'd opened the door and they stepped over the threshold.

Instantly, rich heady smells of cooking assailed her nostrils, chicken, herbs, spices threaded through the mouth-watering aroma.

'Hi, we're here,' Johnny announced, leading her through to large living room.

Kerry felt dizzy for a second, it was like walking into a party, when your senses suddenly had to deal with a throng of people you'd never met, and you desperately tried to remember each name as people were introduced and know that later you'd have forgotten or got them muddled up with someone else.

Two men rose from the sofa, drinks in hand. One she could tell was Chris, Johnny's brother. He had the same dazzling eyes and smile but was slightly shorter and a little chubby. The other man, who was introduced as Stevie, was much leaner, with an easy smile, and Kerry guessed he was Johnny's brother. 

A gaggle of women came from the kitchen. The older woman in the lead, Kerry assumed, must be Johnny's mother. She embraced Kerry giving her a kiss on the cheek and fussing over her, the younger women stepped in to introduce themselves with more welcoming hugs and kisses following. Both women were around Kerry's age and height. Janet was Kerry's build, though a little leaner looking, with dark hair tied back and warm hazel eyes. The other, who introduced herself as Diane, was a fleshier woman, with light green eyes, a broad smile and big breasts revealing a deep cleavage in her low cut summer dress. From the way her breasts jiggled and their warm feel when she hugged, it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra. 

Kerry smiled affably and responded to the friendly questions about the long drive, laughing politely at the light-hearted digs at Johnny. Two more women appeared, older, but like Diane, they were both fleshy women, with broad arms and big busts. Aunts Viv and Bev were introduced, and Kerry was again hugged and smothered in light kisses. Johnny's mother eventually chided the others for swamping their poor guest and Kerry was given a drink and sat on the sofa, with Aunty Bev and Diane for company. 

Johnny was catching up with others and gravitating towards the side of the room that the men were congregating, doubtless talk of work, and sport dominating their conversation, Kerry supposed. Occasionally he'd make eye contact with her, give her a grin and a reassuring wink. Aunty Bev and Diane were complimenting her on her dress and her hair, with Diane running her fingers through it. They gushed over her diamond engagement ring and Kerry felt herself listening to their own engagement stories. Her glass was refilled and she reminded herself to go easy on the booze.

Johnny's family were warmer and friendlier than she could have hoped for, and she felt a sudden thrill at the realization she would soon be part of such a tight-knit, affectionate family.

Johnny's mother returned announcing that dinner was ready, and everyone began to ease themselves out of the comfortable sofas and chairs, retrieve their drinks and head towards an adjoining room that was dominated by a long, large, heavy wooden table. It was filled with crockery and cutlery, glasses, wines and soft drinks and platters sliced ham, beef, and chicken. There were dishes of roasted vegetables; parsnips, carrots and potatoes as well as boiled onions and cabbage. Steam drifted lazily from jugs of hot gravy adding to the tantalising smells. It promised to be a veritable feast. 

Kerry, already a little woozy from the wine, was glad when she sat down. Johnny sat opposite while either side of her sat Diane and a jovial older man with a grey closely cropped beard who had been introduced as Uncle Frank. Johnny's parents sat at the head of the table. His father waited until everyone had settled and the conversation around the table simmered down as he tapped a knife on the edge of his glass for attention.

'Now then, everyone, I won't make this a speech as such, Dolores here doesn't appreciate her cooking getting cold,' he have his wife a wink.

'Here, here,' Uncle Frank chimed.

'However, as you are all aware, we have a special guest here this weekend. The latest addition to our family, and can I say, I think Johnny has done us all proud in choosing such a wonderful, and beautiful young lady from the great city of London no less, to become part of our humble family. And as long she can stand our northern ways, and Johnny of course,'- a ripple of laughter ran around the table. 'Then I would like to ask you all to bid Kerry a warm welcome to the family.' 

He stood and raised his glass. 'To Kerry, and the family.' 

Everyone followed suit repeating the toast and clinking glasses. 

Kerry hoped they hadn't noticed her blushing. She stood up holding the table for support. 'I would like to thank you all for having me here, and I am delighted to become part of your wonderful family.'

There were more drinks raised in toast and a warm comments of agreement from around the table.

'Well said, and thank you Kerry, for looking after Johnny in London. Now,' Johnny's father continued, his tone becoming more serious as he looked around the table, 'autumn is upon us. So soon the season's change, and I suppose I find, as the years slip past, that each season comes sooner than the last. Changes,' he said putting emphasis on the word, then pausing for added effect. 'The world changes around us, and indeed the family changes. It changes as it grows. And yet the family always remains constant. It is always there and will always be there. Its strength is in us all, and our strength is in it too. This family's hearts beat as one. A toast to family.' 

He held up his drink, as did everyone. 

Kerry raised her glass too, noting how serious the atmosphere had become. Solemnity replaced smiles, as though someone had flicked a mood switch in all of them.

Then Johnny's granite face broke into a genial smile, 'Time to dig in everyone.'

The tension vanished in an instant, so much so, that Kerry wondered if she had imagined it.

Different conversations broke out as platters of food were passed around, and the sounds of cutlery and eating and drinking, washed over the table.

'How are you coping with all us common northerners, young Kerry?' Uncle Frank asked in a friendly tone.

'Sorry, I don't follow,' Kerry said smiling, and giving a shake of the head.

'Our accents not causing you any bother?'

'Frank!' Diane remonstrated.

'It's okay, Diane,' Kerry turned to Uncle Frank. 'I'm quite all right. I watched a few episodes of Corrie before I came up.'

Dianne laughed, 'You tell 'im, girl.'

Frank smiled, delighted with her answer. He pulled a face, and raised his voice to get Johnny's attention. 'You got a sharp witted one here, Johnny. She work in a knife factory?'

Johnny, who'd been chatting to his Aunt Bev, turned to respond, 'It's not that she's sharp witted, uncle, more your blunt sense of humour.'

Frank laughed, 'Well, that may be, my boy, but she's got an edge on that last one of yours, alright. What happened to her? Samantha, wasn't it?'

Kerry glanced quizzically at her fiancé, and for the briefest of moments, so brief that afterwards she doubted she'd seen it, there was cold hardness in Johnny's eyes.

'I'm not in touch with her any more, as I'm sure you know, uncle,' he said, smiling affably. He returned his attention to his aunt.

Diane scowled at her uncle, and asked Kerry to pass a platter of mixed vegetables.

'Samantha?' Kerry asked, as she passed Diane the platter.

'Your predecessor,' Frank said, 'and very pretty too, she was, but not all there in the head department, if you get me.' He tapped his temple for effect.

'She had some sort of breakdown, it was all quite some time ago. Johnny was very upset.' Diane explained to Kerry, then turned to Uncle Frank, 'You shouldn't tease him like that, uncle.'

Frank held his hands up in mock apology. 'Well, if he'd slipped the ring on her finger we'd have had a nutter in the family. Image that!' Frank gave a hoot of a laugh.




Part of the Family



Diane looked disapprovingly at him.

'I'll make it up to him later,' Frank placated with a dismissive wave.

'What happened to her?' Kerry asked Diane.

For a second she thought Diane was not going to answer her. There was a reluctance in Diane's eyes to dwell on this subject, as though by asking, Kerry was reopening some old family wounds. After a few seconds, she relented. 

'It was about two years ago, Samantha had problems Johnny wasn't aware of, drugs issues. I don't know what type, Johnny didn't give us those details, but anyway, not long after their engagement, she had a complete breakdown, tried to kill herself. She ended up in a clinic, I think.'

'My God, that's terrible.' Kerry said, shocked at the revelation. 'Is she alright? I mean, she's not still there is she?'

Diane shrugged, as though it didn't really matter. 'I wouldn't know. That subject's off limits to Johnny. But listen, this is a depressing conversation. Let's talk about you. Tell me about those gorgeous earrings. Did Johnny give you those?'

Kerry found herself immersed in conversation about jewellery, clothes fashion and make-up, with Diane who had similar tastes. From that, onto celebrity gossip until Frank gave Kerry a tap on the shoulder to get her attention. He nodded towards the head of the table, to find Johnny's father leaning forward, his penetrating eyes fixed on her.

'I was just saying, Kerry, of how proud your parents must be on your engagement.'

'My mother's delighted, of course. She cried when she heard, but I expect most mothers do. She loved the ring.' Kerry held up her left hand.

Johnny's father gave his wife an affectionate look, and had a half smile on his lips. His eyes, like Johnny's, were a piercing blue. 'And your father, Kerry, he must be very proud.'

'My father doesn't know about the engagement. I haven't seen him in some time,' Kerry replied, awkwardly, trying to ward off an instant sense of embarrassment.

'Some time?' Johnny's father frowned. Kerry sensed his disapproval.

'He left my mother and me when I was ten,' she explained, glad that most others were too engrossed in their own conversations to hear the exchange. She hated it to have to come out this way. Johnny should have told them.

Johnny's father straightened in his chair, the disapproving frown still on his face. For a few seconds he said nothing and Kerry felt herself blushing under his critical gaze. 'I'm sorry to hear that. Family is important. Family is more important than anything. It is what binds us together.'

Kerry didn't know what to say, and just smiled awkwardly.

Diane came to her rescue. 'Kerry will soon have a much bigger family, and a new father with it,' she smiled at her father, who gave a nod and smiled kindly at Kerry, the coldness suddenly gone.

'Quite so, quite so. And I'm proud to have you as a daughter, Kerry, you'll be just fine.'

Kerry glanced at Johnny, who catching the tail end of the exchange frowned at her. She in return gave him daggers for not having come to her rescue. He cocked his head in puzzlement and gave a shrug.

'Here, have a top up,' Diane said, and before Kerry could refuse, refilled her wine glass.

Kerry paced herself, consciously slowing down her consumption of alcohol. By the time dessert came round, she was pleased she was managing to stay relatively sober. Her nervousness had dissipated, and she was beginning to enjoy herself.

After dinner she was ushered into the living room, where most of the men, and the few women not cleaning up in the kitchen, continued the drink and conversation. Kerry made an effort to mingle with other members of the family, other than Diane and Uncle Frank, and found she was beginning to enjoy being the curiosity in the room. Johnny kept nearby and she was pleased he was giving her attention among his relatives. His father entered the room and joined them.

'Did you have enough to eat, Kerry?' he asked, warmly.

'I did, thank you. The meal was wonderful,' Kerry replied.

Johnny's father smiled, 'I expect you're quite worn out meeting all the family like this.'

'No, not at all, every one's been so kind. And I think your house is wonderful by the way.'

'You're most kind, Kerry. I built it myself. Well, with some help from some friends in the building trade.'

Kerry was genuinely impressed. Then she remembered something, from when she and Johnny arrived. 'Oh, you probably think me stupid, but those words above the back door, what do they mean?'

Johnny's father smiled at the question. 'Carpe noctem,' he said.

'Yes, that's it.'

'It's Latin. Perhaps you've heard the more well known phrase; carpe diem?'

Kerry had, but it took a few seconds to recall the familiar words. It was mentioned in that Robin William's film about poets. 'Seize the day?' she ventured hesitantly.

'That's right,' Johnny's father beamed. 'Well, carpe noctem is its counterpoint. It means; seize the night. Night time is when we bond, whether as family or friends or lovers. It is when we become close and in doing so allows us to shut out our fears of the dark.'

Kerry was not sure what to say to this, so she simply nodded politely, noting that through the window behind, it was now completely dark. Evening had fallen fast.

Johnny's father turned his attention on his son, clapping him on the shoulder, 'Well, Johnny, the girls won't be long finishing up in the kitchen. I think it's nearly time, don't you?'

'Yes, of course, dad. People will start to get tired. We'll turn in now.'

Bemused by this odd exchange and a little surprised they should be going to bed so soon, Kerry frowned then looked around for Diane, to thank her for her kindness and say goodnight. But Diane was nowhere to be seen.

'Would you like a little time to explain to Kerry?' Johnny's father was saying, as though Kerry wasn't even there.

'Yes, I think so, Dad,'

He smiled at them both, one hand still on Johnny's shoulder. 'Take all the time you need, but not all night, eh?'

Johnny smiled back, and gave Kerry's arm a squeeze. 'Of course.'

When his father had left them, Kerry looked quizzically at her fiancé. 'What the hell was that about?'

Johnny took her hands in his. 'We need to talk, before bed, c'mon.' He led her out into the hallway.

'I haven't said goodnight to anyone yet,' she protested, reluctant to follow.

Johnny put an arm around her waist and she let him take her up the stairs. 'You don't need to say goodnight, trust me.'

'But it's not polite . . .'

'Don't worry about that, they understand.'

'Johnny? What's going on?' she asked firmly.

'Upstairs,' he answered.

She stared at him. Feeling frustrated now, but decided it would be better to let Johnny explain it – whatever it was – in his own way.

He took her up to the bathroom, and Kerry found their overnight bag was there. There were other bags there, Kerry assumed belonged to other family members staying over.

'I've told you something about my family, about our regular meetings. About how important the idea of family is to my folks,' Johnny was saying, as Kerry brushed her teeth. He sat on the edge of the bath and crossed his legs.

'Go on, I'm listening,' Kerry said, continuing to brush. The minty toothpaste seemed to refresh her, banishing the taste of food and wine.

'Our family gatherings, aren't just about meeting up sharing a meal and conversation,' Johnny said, speaking slowly, the words measured. 'Our family gatherings are about expressing love to one another, about bonding completely as a family unit.'

Kerry frowned at him, 'I don't think I understand.'

'What I mean is, the bonding of our family ties is not just emotional, but also physical.'

'Physical?' She rinsed and spat, trying to digest what Johnny was saying.

'Yes.'

'Physical love?'

'Yes.'

'You're winding me up,' she said flatly, examining his expression and not liking the humourless look in his eyes.

He stood. 'Let me show you.'

They left the bathroom and Johnny took her along the landing to a door. 'In here is the family bedroom. It's where we'll be sleeping, but only if you want.'

He opened the door, and she stepped inside. He flicked on a light and Kerry's voice died in her throat.

On entering Kerry's senses reeled. It was if she'd stepped into another world. The room was endless, its floor a duvet covered bed that stretched for miles. Kerry was there too her image multiplied endlessly and seeing her reflection her mind made sense out of the dazzling illusion. The room, though large, was ordinary. The walls, the ceiling, the floor, were covered completely in mirrors. By focusing she could guess were the edges of the room were. The bed, or rather mattress, for she could see no legs, was still vast. It looked as if someone had put together several king sized mattresses together. Its surface was about two feet off the ground, and although she could not be sure, because of the linen covering it, she guessed that huge bed was made up of a number of mattresses, piled on top of each other, and filling the room virtually wall to wall. Set into the mirrored ceiling there were lines of spotlights. From where Kerry stood in the doorway, there was a gap of about three feet before the end of the bed. Just enough room to open the door fully. Kerry sat on the edge of the bed taking it all in.

'I know what you must be thinking, Kez, but it's really not like that,' Johnny said, hesitantly, as he sat beside her.

Kerry was silent for a moment, her mind processing what he had said in the bathroom, and at the irrefutable proof that was this room. She felt stunned, as though someone had slapped her hard on the face, and she struggled to focus her mind before speaking, and when she spoke there was a tremor in her words.

'What I'm thinking, darling, is that you invited me up here to meet your parents and instead I find I am expected to participate in a sordid incestuous mass orgy with your family on a porno set, that doubtless would put to shame the inhabitants of Sodom and Gomorrah. Consequently I'm beginning to suspect I have been brought here under false pretences. That, darling, is what I'm thinking.'

'No one is forcing you to do anything you don't want to. You can leave any time,' he said calmly as if she was over reacting to some perfectly ordinary suggestion.

'I can leave – not 'we', but I can leave any time.'

'Never ask me to choose between you and family, Kerry,' he said firmly.

Tears were welling up in her eyes. She tried to hold them back, but the dam was bursting. 'Oh God, this is a nightmare,' she choked.

Johnny stood and reached out. She flinched as his fingers brushed her shoulder. 'Get off me, you bastard!'

'Kerry . . . let me explain . . .'

'Give me the car keys.'

'Kerry . . .'

'The keys. Now!'

He fumbled in his pockets.

Kerry sniffed, trying to stifle the flow of tears. 'It's over, we're over. I don't want to see you again.'

He handed her the keys. She snatched them from his hand. She tried to pull off the ring, but it wouldn't budge. Fuck it, she thought, I'll pawn the damn thing.

'Please, Kerry, don't do this.'

'Fuck off,' she screamed. She was beyond caring what anyone overhearing her might think. Tears were blinding her. She turned to face the doorway - and found her path blocked.

'Jesus Christ, Johnny, what have you done to the poor girl?' Diane said.

'It's over, I'm going.' Kerry blurted out.

'You're not going anywhere in that state, my girl,' Diane said firmly. Then to Johnny: 'Go downstairs get a glass of water with ice.'

Johnny slipped past them both and went downstairs. Diane gently removed the car keys from Kerry's hand. 'Sit down,' she instructed.

'I'm going,' Kerry insisted.

'Sit,' Diane said, her voice no-nonsense, like a teacher admonishing a child. Kerry sat, on the edge of the bed. Diane knelt, pushing Kerry's hair back and wiping her tears. She cupped Kerry's face looking into bleary eyes. She shook her head. 'That idiot, what did he say to you?'

Kerry told her, and Diane said nothing until she finished, then stood and gave Kerry a hug. Kerry melted gratefully into her arms, burying her face in Diane's soft fragrant hair.

She heard footsteps as Johnny returned.

'Down there,' she heard Diane say. 'Give us some time. I'll call you.'

She heard Johnny leave, pulling the door to.

Diane held her, allowing Kerry to decide when to end the hug, just holding her for as long as Kerry needed, and for that alone Kerry was grateful. She pulled away, needing to see Diane's face, needing answers.

Diane gave a small smile of encouragement, and passed the glass of water to Kerry, who took a sip and placed it back on the floor by her feet.

'First of all,' Kerry began, her voice sounding hoarse, 'is it true?'

'Yes and no. It's not like you think. Firstly we don't refer to it as incest, or an orgy, for it isn't that either. Don't use those words in front of Johnny's parents, or any of the others for that matter.'

'You think I'm going to stick around here?' Kerry was incredulous.

'I think a good part of you wants to run, to leave here and never come back. But I also think there's another part of you that is confused but also curious. I know you love Johnny. I saw how you looked at him earlier tonight, and I think you like me and some of the other members of the family you've met. And maybe that is worth pausing for, before you make a decision.'

'What's to decide? Leave here, or let everyone fuck me like I'm the new whore in town.'

Diane leaned forward, placed a hand behind Kerry's head, and kissed her fully on the lips. Kerry tried to pull away, but Diane's grip on the back of her head was firm. Kerry resisted for a few seconds, then kissed Diane back, opened her mouth, allowing Diane's soft tongue to slide inside her mouth, her own tongue probing Diane's mouth with equal force. She reached a hand to one of Diane's big breasts. Diane pulled away, breaking off the kiss and at the same time pinched Kerry hard on the shoulder.

'Ow, what was that for?' Kerry protested, her mind a confused jumble of emotion.

'The kiss is because I like you, and wanted to do that since I saw you, and also because you needed it. The pinch you also needed. That was punishment for suggesting you're like a whore, I don't want to hear that from you again.'

Kerry leaned forward, wanting another kiss, to feel Diane's soft lips, have her wet tongue in her mouth.

Diane held up a finger stopping her. 'We need to talk.'

Kerry sighed, disappointed.

'I want you to listen, just listen. No interruptions, no questions till I've finished. Clear?'

Kerry nodded.

'Okay, as I mentioned when the family sleeps together, it is called bonding. Yes, there is sex among those who want it, but it is not compulsory. Those who don't want to can just hug or cuddle. The emphasis is on physical intimacy, but it doesn't have to be sex. The bonding begins with lights on but once everyone is here and the bonding is underway, the lights will dim until they go out so no one is sure who they are doing what with, apart from the knowledge that it is a family member, thus the bonding is a collective experience. I don't know how long it lasts, I think it varies. Time is meaningless anyway. The bonding culminates in what we called the transformation. I can't really describe it. It's something you have to experience yourself. The first few times you will be shocked, and unsettled, but after that you will grow to enjoy it. In the morning everything is back to normal. And that is it. Those are the bare facts. You really need to go through it to understand. One other thing, I know exactly what you are thinking and feeling. I went through it myself a few years ago. I too wanted to run and never look back, but I thought I'd go along just once and see. I've never looked back, and I am so glad I didn't run that first night. Now, any questions?'

'If I stayed, if – would you sleep beside me?'

Diane smiled, 'Of course I will.'

'I don't know what to do?' Kerry wailed, feeling the tears beginning to well up again.

'The first thing is to remind yourself you don't have to do anything you don't want to, and that you can leave anytime. And the second . . .' she left the words hanging, as she looked deep into Kerry's red bleary eyes.

'The second?' Kerry prompted.

Diane climbed up onto the bed behind her. 'The second is most important of all. You need to relax.'

She placed her hands on Kerry's shoulders and began to knead her taught muscles with strong expert fingers. Her touch was magical, and Kerry felt Diane's soft breasts press into her back. Diane's fingers and thumbs pressed and stroked the nape of Kerry's neck, moving down over her shoulders, pressing in so Kerry arched her back. Kerry reached behind her, fingers touching Diane's thighs, stoking her knuckles on smooth warm skin. Diane's fingers moved up again, trailing over the sides of Kerry's neck. Kerry reached and held one of Diane's hands, turning to kiss, then lick her fingers. Diane's lips brushed her neck; a gentle kiss, then a lick than sent a quiver down Kerry's back.

'Undress,' Diane whispered.

Kerry, stood and pulled her dress up over her head, and let the garment fall to the floor. She kicked off her shoes, and sat down again, her back still to Diane. Diane slipped her hands over Kerry's hips and caressed upwards, her touch warm and pleasurable. She stopped when she came to Kerry's bra. She unhooked the clasp and eased the straps off Kerry's shoulder. Kerry pulled off the undergarment and dropped it to the floor on top of her dress. Diane ran a thumb slowly over the indented marks on Kerry's skin when the straps had pressed into her back. Kerry gasped when she felt Diane kiss her wetly on the middle of her back where the clasp had been. 

Diane moved her hands over Kerry's back, up around her rib cage and then up and over the curves of Kerry's large breasts, cupping them, kneading them slowly, then pressing against Kerry's erect nipples. She squeezed the hardened pink buds between her fingers and Kerry sucked in a deep breath, held her own hands over Diane's, then pulled them away so she could turn and face Diane. Diane moved back on to the middle of the bed and Kerry followed. They both sat, legs folded, heels under their buttocks, knees touching. Kerry stared into Diane's large green eyes, eyes that reflected her own hunger.

Kerry reached out feeling one of Diane's big breasts, finding her nipples erect like her own, clear bumps against the thin material of her dress. Diane leaned forward, and they kissed, tongues eager now, matching each other in their probing lust. Diane pushed forward and Kerry allowed herself to fall back on the bed so Diane was on top of her. Diane's fingers sought out Kerry's panties, and Kerry hooking a thumb under the waistband, helping Diane pull them down. She wriggled her legs to free the panties then kicked them off. Diane's hand was between Kerry's legs and Kerry widened her legs to allow her lover access and Diane thrust her tongue deeper into Kerry's mouth. Kerry let out a gasp as Diane slid a finger inside her warm slippery cleft. She wanted more. But Diane broke off the kiss and pulled away. 

She sat looking down on Kerry and smiled at Kerry's disappointed expression. Kerry reached for her hand, but instead Diane held it up to her own face, then sucked the finger she had had inside Kerry. Kerry closed her eyes and felt a quiver of ecstasy. She heard the slide of material, and opened her eyes to see Diane pulling her dress over her head.

Diane had not been wearing any underwear and was now completely nude. She allowed Kerry's eyes to drink in her nakedness, her big round breasts each tipped with an erect pink nipple surrounded by large swollen areola, her lustrous dark hair, hanging loosely around her shoulders. Gently she eased Kerry's legs either side of her so she sat in between. Then, her eyes on Kerry's the whole time, she slowly lowered her head, between Kerry's thighs. Kerry sucked in a sharp breath as Diane's tongue slipped between her sopping lips, moving her tongue from the base of Kerry's wet pink folds, up slowly to the bud of her clitoris. She gave Kerry's engorged bud a long soft kiss, then looked up. Kerry gazed drowsily into Diane's eyes.




Part of the Family



'Will you stay?' Diane asked.

'I will,' Kerry breathed back, wanting Diane to be back between her thighs, using her tongue and lips

.

Diane sat back up, she trailed a finger over the inside of Kerry's thigh, moving up towards her soaking slit, then slipped a finger inside, making Kerry shudder with pleasure.

'I must tell Johnny, and the others. You should start with your fiancé first,' Diane said softly.

Kerry gave a sigh of disappointment, as Diane got off the bed. She watched Diane, still naked, go out of the room. She was going downstairs stark naked, Kerry realised, mildly shocked at the act. Then Kerry remembered what was to come, and Diane's leaving naked suddenly gave a sense of reality to the talk of the orgy, or bonding as Diane called it, that up until now seemed remote, abstract.

Kerry hurriedly climbed under the duvet not wanting Johnny to see her naked so soon after their argument. She was still feeling very horny, and this muddied her emotional state because she knew she should still be mad as hell with Johnny and some part of her wanted to reject what was happening here as sick, perverse and unnatural. However, her carnal desires were over-riding those thoughts, urging her to embrace whatever happened here tonight.

Johnny appeared at the doorway, looking sheepish.

'Hi Kez,' he said. He didn't seem surprised that she was in bed.

'Hi,' Kerry replied, flatly.

'I'm sorry I upset you earlier. You okay?' he asked. There was genuine care in his voice and it dispelled any thoughts Kerry had for giving him a hard time.

'Come here and get into bed,' she ordered.

He pulled his shoes off and undressed quickly, climbing into bed beside her. Her eyes took in his muscular torso, and she drank in his scent.

'Diane said you were ready to talk.' Johnny said.

'If I talk I might just get mad at you again. I don't want to be mad at you,' Kerry replied, her voice low. She leant forward and kissed him on the lips at the same time reaching under the duvet, her hand fondling his semi-erect penis.

He kissed her softly on the forehead then taking her face in his hands looked her in the eye. 'Did Diane tell you about the bonding?'

'Uh huh,' Kerry affirmed. His member was now hard in her hand and she traced her thumb lightly over the sticky head of his penis. 'She confirmed what you said. Everyone sleeps with everyone in this bed.'

'And she told you about what happens at the end of the bonding? About the transformation?'

Kerry wanted him to be kissing her, not talking. 'She said something happens, I don't know, she said I had to experience it. So I guess I will. To be honest, come tomorrow I don't know what I'm going to think about this, but Diane said I should give this a try, just one try, and then decide. Now can we stop talking about this?' She put the finger that caressed the head of his penis into her mouth letting him see her taste him.

He kissed her then. It was hard and needful kiss, his hand cupping the back of her head, his tongue wet and thrusting in her mouth. He moved his hand from her head to her breasts, stoking and kneading them with an urgent desire. 

She broke off the kiss, and shifted herself downwards, her lips caressing his chest, the hairs there soft on her mouth. Her tongue traced downwards towards his navel, leaving a shiny trail of saliva in its wake. He pulled back the duvet so they were both uncovered. Kerry kissed his belly button and looked up at him pleased to see he was watching her, his eyes leaden with lust and yearning, his erection hard and demanding in her hand. 

She laid her head on his belly, looking at his swollen manhood that was barely an inch from her mouth. His foreskin was fully back, leaving the smooth head of his engorged penis exposed for pleasure. Glistening liquid oozed from the meatus, and a drop of it slowly descended towards Johnny's navel. Kerry caught it on her tongue, tasting his warm saltiness in her mouth. She held his member at the base of its head and ran her tongue over its curves, delighted to be rewarded my Johnny's low groan of ecstasy, his hardened penis tensing in her hand. His own hand was on her head, gentle pressure urging her to take him in her mouth. Instead, she resisted his desire, and ran her tongue gently down the shaft and began to kiss and lick his balls. He moaned and shivered in pleasure, each sound increasing Kerry's own arousal to new euphoric heights. 

Her free hand sought her own well of arousal, the need for contact there overwhelming, she slipped two fingers inside herself as she ran her tongue languorously back up Johnny's shaft then took him fully into the hot cavern of her mouth. Johnny's breathing was heavy and laboured, and she began to slowly bob her head up and down, her fingers gently scratching the taut skin of his scrotum, whilst her other hand moved between her legs satisfying her own urgent needs.

'Kez,' Johnny breathed gutturally. 'Tonight, when we bond as the family, don't be scared.'

She released him from her mouth. 'I won't be,' she assured him, then plunged her head down enveloping his hardness again in her soft mouth

'Well, I see you two couldn't wait to get going,' Diane's cheerful voice sounded.

Kerry turned, a thread of come trailing from her chin to the tip of Johnny's penis. Diane was back in the room, still naked, her big breasts heaving and jiggling as she climbed on to the bed. Behind her, Stevie was standing beginning to undress. Diane flashed Kerry a big smile, clearly pleased at finding Kerry fellate her fiancé.

'Hi guys,' Johnny said, sounding out of breath.

Diane reached Kerry on the vast bed. 'You okay, luv?' she asked, kissing Kerry on the cheek. Kerry nodded, and smiled.

'Well, don't let us interrupt,' Diane said nodding at Johnny's waiting erection. 

Kerry, aroused at the fact Diane was watching, took Johnny back into her mouth, swallowing him as deeply as she dared.

'Johnny, throw me a pillow, love,' Dianne requested.

Johnny took a large white pillow and passed it to her.

Kerry felt Diane position her so she was on all fours in front of Johnny. Then she felt Diane ease her knees apart so she could lower her hips closer to the bed. She felt the cool material of the pillow on the inside of her knees, then Diane's soft hair, as Diane lay down, her head directly beneath Kerry's sopping valley. Kerry shuddered with anticipation as Diane reached up and placed her hands on either side of Kerry's rump.

Gentle pressure eased Kerry's hips down, and Kerry quivered with pleasure as Diane mouth attached to her, Diane's tongue pushing apart the slick lips of Kerry's labia, finding the softer more sensitive inner lips, sliding slowly up and down, teasingly flitting over Kerry's sensitive bud. The delightful waves of pleasure engulfing Kerry distracted her from her rhythm and she had to take a break from Johnny's taut member so she could release her own panting moans of pleasure.

'Yes,' she breathed, 'Oh God, yes.' 

She half turned and could see that Diane was in turn being attended to by Stevie, whose head was dipped between Diane's opened legs. Kerry felt a flicker of envy. She wanted to be the one pleasuring Diane, tasting Diane's honey on her tongue. Diane pulled away from under Kerry and turned to join Kerry on all fours, moving up to join Kerry between Johnny's legs.

'You taste fucking good, Kerry.'

Kerry kissed her, fiercely and hungrily. She could taste her own come in Diane's mouth and the sensation drove Kerry to a higher pitch of desire. Diane slipped a hand under Kerry's midriff to caress her big hanging breasts. Johnny's fingers stoked both their heads and they took the hint and began to pay attention to his erection. Kerry lapped at his balls while Diane took him in her mouth, twisting her tongue expertly over his bulbous head to elicit deep sighs and curses from Johnny. Kerry felt hands on her rump and realised Stevie was about to penetrate her, she shuffled her knees further apart widening the gap between her legs to accommodate him, then whimpered as he slipped inside her. He moved slowly in and out, sometimes pausing so the head of his penis was barely touching her opening, then, after a teasing second or two, ramming back inside her, making her cry out in ecstasy.

She was partially aware of a movement from her far left, and looked to see that Uncle Frank and Aunty J had come into the room, smiling at the scene before them. Frank caught her eye, and he gave her a good natured smile. Kerry couldn't help noting the size of his manhood which was only semi-erect, yet already massive. Auntie J, bore the weight of an older woman, with a figure that was delightfully rubenesque, with large melon shaped breasts, and big wide fleshy hips.

As Kerry returned her attention to Johnny's member, Stevie pulled out of her. She expected him to re-enter, but instead felt him shift over to Diane. Diane let out a gasp as Stevie penetrated her and began a rhythmic thrusting, his hands on her hips for better purchase.

Auntie J hauled herself up past the younger two girls and sat astride Johnny, her back to Kerry and Diane. She took Johnny's hands and placed them on her big heaving breasts. 'This won't do Johnny,' she said, playfully chiding him. 'Letting the girls do all the work. It won't do at all.'

'Sorry, auntie,' Johnny said, his voice husky as Diane and Kerry continued pleasuring him with their mouths and tongues.

'Don't apologize with words, Johnny. Apologize with your tongue,' she said authoritatively, moving up further and positioning herself above Johnny's face.

'Yes, auntie,' Kerry heard him say. Then his aunt lowered herself onto his face, her back arching with the pleasure his tongue gave.

'So glad you decided to stay, young Kerry,' Uncle Frank said, as he positioned himself behind her.

'Yes' she breathed, as she and Diane exchanged positions on Johnny's demanding erection.

'You can call me uncle,' he said placing his hands on her buttocks. 'After tonight you'll be part of the family.'

He must mean after the wedding, Kerry thought, mentally correcting him. Then she gave a guttural moan as he plunged inside her. She was more than wet enough to take his size, but the girth of his penis filled her completely and she shuddered with pleasure. Frank's large hands gripping her hips for added leverage. Almost at the same time she felt Johnny's hot hard penis tense in her mouth, his hips beginning to push up off the bed. Diane felt it too. 'Don't swallow,' she urged Kerry. Then there was a sudden explosion of come as Johnny ejaculated, his warm semen pumping into her mouth. She forced herself not to swallow as her mouth filled with the warm creamy effluence. And when she was sure he had finished, released his expended member. 

Diane licked come from Kerry's chin, then, kissed her. Kerry opened her mouth and let Diane drink Johnny's come too, their tongues coated with his ejaculate as they shared his semen. Their teeth jarred sometimes as both girls, their mouths pressed tightly together, were still being humped from behind, the motion making it hard to control their kissing.

Diane broke the kiss, a thread of Johnny's come strung between their parted lips. Diane scooped it from her lip and let Kerry suck it from her finger. 'He'll be up and ready again soon,' Diane said, patting Johnny's semi erect penis. She looked over her shoulder. 'Uncle Frank, Stevie darling, we need to change.' Diane said.

Both men withdrew from their mounts, and Diane gave Kerry a tender kiss on the lips.

'What now?' Kerry said, hazy with arousal.

'We drink from each other. Lie on your back,' Diane instructed.

Kerry obeyed, lying down and opening her legs, her eyes on Diane's.

Diane slipped a hand from Kerry's foot over her shin and knee then down over her thigh, slowing as she trailed fingers though Kerry's wet opening, then over Kerry's belly, up over her breasts, then the curve of her neck finally stopping at Kerry's lips. Kerry took her fingers and kissed them.

'You are beautiful, Kerry,' she stated simply. Kerry smiled in gratitude.

Diane shifted round so she was above Kerry, with her face upside down to Kerry. Then she kissed Kerry on the forehead, then the mouth, then moved down slowly, pausing when her breasts were over Kerry's mouth and Kerry's breasts were level with her own mouth. Both girls spent some time kissing and licking each other's soft big mounds, Kerry drawing one of Diane's hard nipples into her mouth, sucking hard on them, pleased with the small gasps that this produced from Diane before moving to suck at the other nipple, then, she in turn gasped as Diane returned the favour. Diane slid downwards again. Their big fleshy breasts rubbed together eliciting contented sighs from both girls. Diane continued downwards kissing Kerry's navel, then arriving at Kerry's shaved moist valley. Diane's own crotch, equally shorn, hung delectably over Kerry's face. Come dripped onto Kerry's cheek, and she angled her head so she could catch it in her mouth as it dripped like syrup from Diane. Then after a tantalizing pause, Diane lowered her head and slipped her tongue between Kerry's welcoming pink wet lips, at the same time lowering herself onto Kerry's hungry mouth. 

Kerry's tongue licked eagerly probed the slick sopping folds of Diane, wanting to return the pleasure Diane had given Kerry earlier and was now giving again. Kerry had one hand on Diane's bottom, pressing down so could she taste deeper, her other hand on Diane's head stoking her thick soft hair, scraping her scalp whenever the pleasure became too much as Diane licked her clitoris. The girls moaned as they licked and teased and tasted each other's fluid lust. 

Through the hazy film of ecstasy that enveloped her, Kerry could hear that more of Johnny's relatives had entered the room; sounds of clothes being removed, low voices. The sounds soon faded to be replaced with slap of flesh on flesh, of sucking and licking, or rapid breathing, of moans, cries of pleasure, gasps, groans and curses, joining her own noises of delirium, until the she had the impression of swimming in an undulating sea of lust and physical pleasure. She could see Uncle Frank on his knees above her. He smiled down as she pleasured Diane, then he bent down and began licking Diane's anus. Diane squirmed in delight, and Kerry had to hold on firmly to Diane's buttocks to keep her slippery hot cleft pressed into her mouth. Then Diane came, and Kerry tasted her delicious come, her tongue straining to thrust as deep into her lover as possible, Diane's juice, thick, warm, and tangy in her mouth. Then it was her own turn to squirm as someone entered her. She wondered briefly if it was Stevie or another family member, then was lost in pleasure as whomever it was slid in and out of her, making her gulp for air. She could still feel Diane's tongue lapping at her with languorous and delectable expertise. The combined pleasure was too much. She could feel herself beginning to climax. Uncle Frank, had finished tonguing Diane's anus, and was pushing his massive member inside her. It slid inside and Kerry felt Diane's body shudder with ecstasy.

As Uncle Frank slowly moved in and out of Diane, Kerry licked his big shaft and balls that rubbed on her face and that were soon wet with Diane's come and Kerry's own saliva. He slipped out of Diane and allowed Kerry to take him in the warm pit of her mouth. His strong hands were stoking her hair as he slowly pumped in out of her. Kerry was coming, and she licked and sucked the thick member in her mouth with desperate haste as she felt her orgasm build. Uncle Frank sensed she was coming and withdrew from her mouth and instead slipped back inside Diane. The orgasm coming a moment later, wracked Kerry's body and she shouted out her ecstasy as the spasm came, her nails digging into Diane's rump, her toes curled with tension. Another wave hit her and she cried out again, then her body relaxed and she breathed deeply.

She could still feel whoever it was thrusting inside her, but mercifully, Diane had stopped licking her, replacing the sensation of her tongue with wet affectionate kisses around Kerry's sensitive flower. The man still taking her from behind tensed, his hands tightening on her hips as he drove himself deep in her. He cried out as he came and the grip on her hips tightened further as Kerry felt his gush of release inside her, and feeling with it that sensation of fulfilment from having a man ejaculate inside her. He withdrew, and Kerry heard Diane shout as Uncle Frank made her orgasm. 

Kerry climbed out from her position and could see now that others had entered the room and joined them on the bed. Each person in sexual congress with another so that the whole bed was filled with a writhing mass of naked bodies. The air was pungent with the smell of sweat and lust and sex. The effect of the mirrors had on the scene was amazing, It looked as though Kerry was in the middle of field of thousands of copulating people. 

She felt dizzy, and overwhelmed, and put a hand out to steady herself. The undulating movement of the others on the mattresses made it feel as though she were on a raft on the ocean. She sought her own reflection in sea of bodies, then someone touched her on the shoulder. She turned to find the big fleshy figure of Aunty Bev before her, smiling hungrily at Kerry. She was big in every sense, somehow larger without her clothes on. Her arms were thick, and her big boulder sized breasts rested on a round belly that sat on a tyre of flesh round her hips, obscuring her crotch completely. The balding form of her husband Uncle Bob, smaller and leaner in comparison, was latched onto one breast suckling like a ravenous baby. Still smiling at Kerry, Aunty Bev eased him off her and taking the hint he turned his attention to other naked forms around him that bucked and caressed and licked in the incestuous orgy. Aunty Bev smiled tenderly at Kerry, who was at a loss for words, and so simply held her gaze. She felt like some small helpless animal hypnotised by a snake; waiting to be devoured. Still flushed from her orgasm, Kerry felt the stirrings of arousal again.

'Come to me, child,' Aunty Bev said, her voice soft, persuasive, as she placing a meaty hand behind Kerry's head and pulled her down to her vast breasts.

Kerry allowed herself to be guided to the older woman's fleshy bosom. By now, she had long given herself over completely to the animal hedonism that was around her, and the feeling of freedom from such wanton abandonment was intoxicating. Aunty Bev's nipples were soft but very big and her areola was dark pink and easily the size of a saucer. Kerry slid her tongue around the woman's dark bud that hardened with the stimulation. Aunty Bev maintained a vice-like grip on Kerry's head, dominating her completely. Kerry sucked harder, and reached down beneath the older woman's belly, searching for the mass of pubic hair that was the woman's sex. Her fingers found the place then were grasped by the Aunty Bev's other hand and guided forcefully into the wet warm slippery lips of her vagina. Kerry's efforts were rewarded by the guttural breaths of the big woman. Then, surprisingly, Kerry felt the woman pulling away from her, and detaching Kerry from her cushion sized breast. Reluctantly, Kerry let the woman's engorged nipple escape her mouth. Kerry raised her head then saw the reason for the rejection.

'Kerry, my daughter to be,' Johnny's father said, smiling with affection at her. 

He stood before her one hand on the head of Janet, who was on her knees performing fellatio on Uncle Bob.

Kerry looked up at him, past his erect penis that was only inches from her face, and into those commanding eyes that seemed to bore into her mind, only now it did not feel uncomfortable, but welcome.

'You will a good wife to my boy?' he asked, his tone stern.




Part of the Family



Kerry gave a small nod of supplication, then taking his balls in one hand and kneading them gently, she ran her tongue slowly up the shaft of his swollen penis, then engulfed the head with her mouth. He sighed in pleasure, and Kerry felt his fingers stroking her head as she bobbed her head slowly, her mouth filled with her father's desire. She looked up and saw he eyes fixed on her, piercing, searching, as though he was assessing her, as though she was being tested. His hand moved from her head to her face, stroking her cheek with his knuckles. He held her face and pulled out of her mouth. Kerry looked at him, her expression worried. Had she not been good enough?

As though reading her mind, he gave a slight shake of the head. 'You'll be fine. Go and bond with others now, child. You must know all your new family.'

Diane, her cheeks flushed from orgasm, took Kerry's hand. 'Lie down Kerry.'

The lights were dimming fast now, the room turning to gradually blackness, one of Johnny's uncles was prising her legs wide open, moving into her, Johnny was there licking her breast, sucking the nipple hard, Aunty J being taken by Stevie from behind, bent over Kerry taking her other breast and sucking it into her big wet mouth, Diane was kissing her, their tongues and mouths tasting of each other's come. Then the room fell into complete darkness.

Kerry writhed in a state of unimaginable ecstasy, tongues and mouths probed and licked, hands caressed her skin, someone, perhaps Johnny's uncle, entered her and made slow rhythmic thrusts, tantalising her. Debbie stopped kissing her and she was able to gasp at the overwhelming pleasure her body was being given. Her gasps were muffled as someone, Diane - at least Kerry hoped it was Diane, lowered herself on to Kerry's face and Kerry licked and rammed her tongue into wet slippery lips that tasted of a man's come. The air around her was filled with moans and sighs, laboured breathing, guttural words of encouragement, soft curses, cries of pleasure and delight, grunts and gasps, the sound of flesh on flesh, the wet sounds of sex and Kerry's groans joined the sea of other hedonistic sounds, becoming absorbed by them. It was as though Kerry was floating on some great ocean of delirium that went on forever. 

She had no sense of time passing, nor did she care. She was shifted and moved by unseen hands, someone was underneath her now. The warm pillows of flesh suggested it was one of the aunts, but it impossible to be sure. Whoever it was, their warm, sweaty flesh on her back was adding to the pleasures that stimulated her almost to breaking point. Tongues and hands continue to caress her, fingers penetrated her, and then she was being turned and moved as others also demanded entrance. Diane slid wetly from her face and a swollen thick penis pushed into her mouth, almost making her gag at first, then she began working it eagerly with her tongue anticipating the welcome gush of come that would be her reward. The sensations were muddled, it was impossible to know exactly what was being done to her, her senses were swimming in a sea of constant undulating pleasure and ecstasy. Every erogenous zone it seemed was being stimulated and Kerry wondered how much longer she could take such pleasure. 

The man who had entered her mouth, came, and she swallowed his thick ejaculate before he withdrew from her. Kerry was grateful to be able to moan aloud and express the heavenly sensations that smothered her. The warm wet sucking sounds of sex seemed louder and more intense in darkness, but through them she could detect another sound, growing in volume, a sort rhythmic drumming sound, familiar but out of place here. She tried to focus her mind on it, her memory tantalising close. Then it came. It was the sound of a heartbeat, but the rhythm was fast, urgent. That was why she hadn't placed it at first. It was loud now, almost drowning out the sounds of sex. 

The flesh pressed against her was slick and slippery and Kerry realised it wasn't sweat but some sort of body oil. It was getting difficult to move her limbs in the press of flesh, but Kerry was not unduly worried because the sensation was amazing. From somewhere deep in her mind, the thought that she may have been drugged surfaced, but she pushed away the unwelcome thought, she was enjoying the moment too much. There would be time to think later. The press of bodies around her was slowing in its writhing movements. Through the sound of the rapid, thunderous heart beat, Kerry heard a voice; the authoritative tone of Johnny's father, though is seemed distant and remote compared to the other sounds.

'Brothers, sisters, children. The bonding is complete and we are transformed. Family is not just some word to describe related peoples by blood or marriage. No, family is an entity. It lives as a collective consciousness. We each make a part of it, and when we are together we are strong. We are transformed into one. One mind, one heart, one soul, one body. Let us gaze upon the beauty of our family.'

Kerry watched as the inky blackness around her began to give way to a gradual building of light. Something, some oily wet limb was half over face, covering one eye. But she could see quite clearly with the other. And what she saw made no sense at all. Her vision captured an image her mind refused to accept. 

The mirrored walls no longer reflected an image of fifteen men and women entangled in group sex. In its place there was something large and fleshy, a vast entity virtually shapeless in form. But it was still clear that the entity consisted of people, but it was as though their skin had melted and blended with that of the people in contact with them. Bizarrely, Kerry was reminded of the image of melting grated cheese on the surface of a pizza in that it individual strips had blended with pieces they were next to. Some faces and bodily parts were still clearly discernable, some faces were partially visible, eyes roaming the room and taking in the terrible reflections cast by the mirrored wall. Kerry felt a sickening wave of nausea as she realised she was she too was part of the amorphous thing, and she strained to identify her own features buried in the fleshy creature. 

Despite the confused information her senses were supplying her with she thought she could feel a hand stroking her thigh, she sensed its intention was to sooth and reassure, and something told her it was Diane who was reaching out to her, sensing her distress, and somehow that realisation deflated the feeling of horror that she felt submerged in, and strangely, she felt her mood shift. The feeling of horror and revulsion was melting away, replaced with another feeling, and as long seconds passed, the hypnotic thump of the heartbeat that seemed to be all around her, inside her began to sooth and calm her. 

She began to relax, and some part of her mind wondered if the shock was lulling her into a drug induced state, for she began to feel a warm, pleasurable sensation, a feeling of belonging, as if all her life she had been alone, isolated , but now there was a feeling of safety, of comfort and love flowing through her, and some part of her mind knew there was no reason to be afraid, that she was now part of a wonderful loving entity, and that Uncle Frank had been right in the comment he had made earlier, for now she knew, that she really was part of the family.



Part Of The Job



I heard the talk from the hallway, indistinguishable words fading even before I reached the break room door. Inside, three of my co-workers shifted in the silence, sipping cheap coffee. They were like most of the people here, still shunning me as the new guy. I wasn't sure if I should hold it against them. I was brought in because of flailing production and of course they were going to reject the hot-shot upstart, if just out of human behavior. Or maybe they didn't like that I refused to wear the starched-up J.C. Penny's long-sleeves like the rest of them.

Missing out on the shop-talk didn't bother me much. It was probably about Jennings; he'd been escorted off the premises earlier that morning. It had been a spooky scene, one that I had never seen. I forget what drivel I was putting into the computer, but I caught on to the unusual hush in the office. I peeked over the wall of my cubicle to see two meathead-looking thugs bracketing a shaken man. He bowed under his quiet sobbing and looked around desperately, hoping to be rescued. He was led to the elevator like a shellshock victim, the thugs in David Ellis keeping hold of his arms. And, all the while, every programmer on the floor stood, quietly watching.

I think the guy's name was Jennings. It might have been Jenkins.

"How's it going?" I said in the break room. No one answered. I didn't expect them to and I chuckled as I fed my change to the soda machine. It was only my second week in the company and I was generally avoided like a case of monkeypox. Curiosity brought looks and whispers, but still too weird to get close to. I wasn't sure if taking the job had been the best move on my part; I was too used to the freelance business and having a sense of self. The pay here was better, though, and really the worst part had been buying more ties. The social leprosy didn't bother me all that much.

"So, why'd they give Jennings the boot?" I asked, taking a deep sip of my soda in the long pause that gave way to more silence. One guy granted me a half-shrug and I figured no one really knew why the guy was fired. "Okay, then," I said, giving up the pursuit of conversation. "Talk to you later."

The rest of the day was filled with the constant tapping of keys, punching in numbers and codes that didn't seem to make much sense. I suspected that we were given snippets of the same program, several of us working on the same piece at one time but not having a complete view of the end result. It seemed odd to me, and I missed the personal feel of dealing with accounts as a whole. But being a cog in a machine is different than doing work while home in your sweats, Springer on the TV behind you and an iced rum at your elbow. I had an idea that some of these accounts were government-funded but I had no straight way of knowing and I wasn't going to start peeking, least not until my 401k started up.

The room began to shrug off the superstitious silence and I heard quiet chattering through the walls of my tiny cubicle. None of it was very interesting and I dreaded the possibility of ending up as one of these mindless drones. I couldn't imagine talk of hedges and bathroom caulking coming out of my mouth, but I imagine very few do. The stigma I wore as an outsider seemed mostly a blessing. 

Coming back from another break, I again saw the two thugs. For building security, they looked more like professional wrestlers. They didn't do much in the way of talking a whole lot either. Most likely, they were hired off the benches of college football, given a lobotomy and a nice suit, and probably kept on a diet of raw meats.

They were hunched over at Jennings' desk, carelessly tossing the man's personals in a cardboard box. Almost like they were planning on dropping it all in the dumpster anyway. I tried not to look too long as I walked past, but one of the thugs gave me a sidelong glance, as if he were noting my presence for later consideration. 

I decided asking Fisher out for a drink after work would be a good idea. Matt Fisher was the only person in the company I actually knew. I met him at the University when I dropped my English-Lit major for computer design. He opened the door for me into the company, introducing me to several people and putting in a good word for me. We worked in different departments but on the same floor; he had an actual office. I called his desk and we agreed to meet up at the Napalm Lounge for a couple quick drinks. I was surprised he agreed; he has a wife and kid and I knew they both kept him on a short leash.

I was on my second rum and Coke when Fisher showed up. He ordered a beer as I made eyes at the bartender. I knew the girl and she had never given me the time of day.

"So, what's the deal with the secret service?" I asked Fisher, skipping over the how-was-your-day pleasantries.

"What? Oh, company security?" He picked at the label on his beer and glanced back towards the door. "I don't know. I guess Cliver gets a bit nervous about things."

He seemed hopeful that I would drop the subject, but he was the one who brought Cliver's name into it. The mysterious president. His name was on the checks, but I had never met the guy. "He scared about company espionage? Somebody downloading pictures of the Olsen twins?"

Fisher shook his head. "Look, just forget it. They run a tight ship over there. You get a bit of slack because they know your work and they know you're worth it." He drank down half his beer and leaned closer to me. "Don't mess things up for yourself, okay?"

Before I could respond, he stood straight up and stared hard at his watch. "I really got to get out of here, buddy. Marcie's parents are in town and she wants me home early." The whisper of intimidation from his earlier words vanished and his grin looked well-practiced. I imagined that was how he was when he went home every night. He tossed a twenty on the bar and gave my shoulder a slap. "Don't be late for work."

I watched him leave, wondering what I said that screwed him so tight. I lost the taste for my drink but I drank anyway. It gave me an excuse to call the bartender back over, and I wanted to think about Jennings a bit. I went home earlier than usual, not waiting for last call. Jennings' number was listed in the book. It was probably none of my business, but I wanted to ask why he'd been fired. No one around the office was going to talk about it. It just seemed weird to me, and Fisher's dismissal of the subject made it even more so. Maybe the rum was getting to me, but calling the guy up made a good kind of sense.

A husky robot voice answered at Jennings' place, letting me know that the number had been disconnected and won't I please try my call again. I tried my call again and the recording didn't answer. Instead, there was a soft whirling sound, like a tape recorder recording. I hung the phone up and stared at it, waiting for it to ring.

I kept my head down the next couple of weeks at work. Fisher avoided me most of the time, looking pale and tired when I passed him in the halls. A few people said hello to me, or good morning, but I was still on the outside. I figured it was better, better to just do my work and collect my paycheck and go home.

A month quietly went by, then one day there was an empty desk when I came back from lunch. I vaguely remembered a quiet woman sitting there when I left, pretty in that plain way behind her glasses and her curly hair, opening up plastic containers holding her lunch. The security guards stood in her cubicle, one of them dropping framed pictures of cats and assorted ceramic animals into a box. I was able to watch from my own little pen without looking conspicuous. The other guy was rifling through the drawers, picking out papers and glancing at a sheet he held in his hand. Other people were coming back from lunch and their faces went blank at the sight of the two men. Conversations stopped and one or three of them looked at their feet.

The mood for the day was spoiled. All the riveting talk was done and few people left their desks. I didn't bother asking anyone why the girl was gone; I knew no one would talk. Perhaps they were mourning her absence, but I thought there was some kind of fear filling the room. Fear, and relief. One guy went to the break room and I watched him walk the long way around so not to pass the empty desk. I couldn't stop glancing over to her cubicle, wondering what she had done to get fired. She didn't seem like a rabble-rouser and she was never late in the morning. She even said hello to me on most days.

"Hey, Fisher," I said, walking into his office without knocking. He looked up at me, then back at his computer screen. As he turned to face me, his finger hit a button on his keyboard and the screen went blank. "I got a question."

I noticed first the dark circles under his eyes, then the sweat on his face. But it wasn't sweat; he had been crying. He bit his lip as he looked past me into the hall. "How you doing, Sam? What's going on?"

His voice didn't waver. He sounded almost friendly, almost happy. I wondered if maybe he was on some kind of anti-depressant. "I know it's none of my business... the girl that got fired. She do something wrong?" I wanted to ask why everyone was so hush-hush and morose, why they all seemed more lost than usual.

He squinted at me before answering. "I really can't talk about it," he said without tone. "You should just not worry about it." On the desk, his hands played with a pen to hide their trembling. He glanced again at the door behind me. I was tempted to look myself, expecting to be clubbed from behind at any second. "You're doing pretty good though. Getting a lot done out there."

"It's easy enough."

"You keep it up and they'll probably get you off the floor pretty quick." He talked automatically, the words stiff. He looked down at his watch, reminding me of the last time he said more than three words to me. "You got time tonight for a drink?"

I nodded. "Yeah. I don't have a life anymore." The invite sounded desperate and I first thought it was just to get me away. I was grateful anyway; I hadn't been getting out much and I was glad Fisher still thought of me as a friend. "I gotta go shut down, meet you back here."

He gave a small shake of his head. "No, you go ahead. I'll meet you down there." He gave his watch another glance. "I won't be that long."

But he was. An hour or so passed before he showed up, his eyes redder than they'd been in his office. He sat silently at the table I'd picked out away from the bar and I signaled the bartender for a drink. She had forgiven me my lewdness from the last time I'd been in and brought the drink over with a smile. I smiled and thanked her, telling her to put it on my tab.

"You all right?" I asked Fisher, looking at how his eyes were still wet from crying and his face had gone further to a sickly color. I wanted to think he'd been fired as well, but somehow I knew that wasn't it. He wouldn't be here if he'd been fired. "You look like someone died."

He glared at me sharply, then looked down into his drink. Half a minute passed before he spoke. "The girl, her name is Lydia. We'd been.... we'd been having an affair for six months or so. It just sort of happened, you know?"

I nodded, wanting to laugh. Thinking of him getting it on with the office girl just didn't seem real. Cheating on his wife? The look on his face kept me somber. "That why she was fired?

He shook his head. Yes. No. It's hard to explain." He took a long gulp from his glass, grimacing as he set the drink down. "She's dead."

The words sat in the air for a moment. "Dead?"

Fisher looked over his shoulder, back toward the door. "It's a bad place. People aren't fired. They're killed."

"What? Killed?"

He nodded tiredly. "You don't know what's really going on there, do you? You don't even know what you're working on."

I didn't like his condescending tone, like I was a helpless pawn. "What am I working on, then? Government defense programs? A better way to spam the innocent?"

Fisher waved his hand. "It doesn't matter. Cliver plans on having this country under his thumb in five years." He leaned over the table, whispering like a spy. "We're only the grunts. What he's doing, what he's into, it's far beyond what you can imagine."

Matt was losing it, I saw. Whatever he was talking about, it made no sense. His eyes were clear, though. Clear and afraid. "Call the police," I said.

He sat back in his chair. "Heh. They would never believe this. You don't. And Cliver's holding hands with more than a few people. You can't move against him. You can't stop him." He stood up. "I have to go. Keep quiet, but be careful. It'd be better for you if you got a new job. Better for a while, anyway."

I stared at him, not knowing what to say. Everything he told me repeated in my head but still didn't make sense. People had been killed? For what? What was Fisher's part, if the girl was killed because of him? I wanted to follow him, ask him what the hell. I paid my tab and went home instead. I wanted to look for a few things. To do a little snooping.

I logged on my computer, using a hidden account to get online. It was easy to open up the company files; I had been working there long enough to know my way around the security without sending up any flags. It was something I hadn't put on my resume, figuring they didn't need to know I had a small knack for computer hacking. I always kept on the clean side, bending laws but never really breaking them.

I was now. I peeked through payroll and found that the people fired were kept on file. Checks were still issued for them, being sent out to beneficiaries. Even the girl, her file had been updated. There were more than I would have thought, people being let go almost every month. Where had they all gone? I went into accounts, the walls there harder to crack but not impossible. I was right about government clients, from all over the world. It seemed like it was some sort of spyware, letting someone watch users whenever they wanted. A little more than that, too; lines of added program that seemed little more than babble.

I didn't find anything that really put the scare into me. No mention of killings or sinister going-ons. No big conspiracy outlined in bold face for taking over the world. I didn't think I would find any. I didn't want to admit that Fisher was maybe losing his marbles, but I couldn't think of anything else. He'd been acting kind of off the last few weeks, maybe this affair he'd been having was scrambling his common sense.

I laughed, switching off the computer. I really wanted to find some evil plot. People secretly dying and a madman behind it all, it seemed exciting. Far more interesting than this office life. I wanted some sort of adventure and I was filling it up with Fisher's neurotic babbling. And, in the meanwhile, I was hacking into my company's computers and risking my job. Sometime, I think I should have stayed an English major.

Fisher wasn't at work the next couple of days. I tried calling him at home, but Marcie said he wasn't in. She said it rather rudely, hanging up on me without even saying goodbye. I worried a little, but a peek into his office let me see all his personals still sitting about. He still had a job. He was still alive. I wanted to slap myself.

No one around the office talked about Fisher's absence. They avoided my eyes when I passed them. No one new moved into Lydia's desk. I did my work, finishing early. A couple times, one of the managers from upstairs caught up with me and told me what a good job I was doing. I smiled and thanked him. His eyes crawled over me, searching for something. I kept out of the company's files, keeping my head low.

Fisher finally came in to work on Thursday. He walked gingerly, as if he would keel over at any moment. He barely looked my way, barely raised his head at all as he shuffled through the hall. I planned on talking to him before leaving for the day, find out what was going on with him. There was a sense of agitation around the office, a queer sort of nervousness. The new assignment was too easy and I was finished before lunch. I figured I would talk to Fisher then instead of waiting. Most everyone on the floor left for lunch when I wound my way over to Fisher's office.

The lights in there were out, but I could see the shadowy shape of his back hunched over his keyboard. Through the window in his door, I saw him swivel around at the sound of my footsteps, the computer screen giving his face a sickly glow. He looked ready to flee, though the only other exit from the room was the window to his right. He didn't seem to relax as I opened the door; his eyes flitted from me to the hallway behind. I closed the door behind me.

"I would ask if you're all right," I said, standing behind the extra chair next to his desk. I felt safer with something between us. "That would probably be rhetorical, though."

He stared at me as if he didn't know me. The stubble on his cheeks looked to be three or four days' worth. His hair was uncombed and I recognized his clothes as the same he wore the last time I'd seen him.

"They're gonna take me," he said softly. "They're gonna take me to the basement."

I glanced at his computer screen, recognizing a few of the commands; he was writing a virus. His fingers tapped anxiously at the desk. "What are you talking about, Matt?"

He shook his head quickly at me, as though any explaining would be pointless. "This is my last day. You need to get out. Quit. Get out." He wasn't wearing his tie.

"Did Marcie find out about your thing? With, um, Lydia?" I thought talking to him would let me know something; I'd find some way to get through his babble. "I called over. She didn't sound very happy."

He chuckled roughly, sounding more like he had something caught in his throat. "She doesn't understand. She's more worried about stock options and health care. They won't take me." Anger darkened his eyes. I tried remembering what you were supposed to say to a crazy person to calm them down. Was there anything to say?

I gripped the back of the chair, just in case. "So, um, you want to get some lunch? Get some fresh air?" I judged the distance between him and myself, wondering if maybe I should call someone. Then his screen blinked twice and shut off. A soft beep sounded and Fisher whirled around in his chair.

"Damn!" he said aloud, his fist bouncing down against the desk. He looked toward the window, considering. "Sam," he said, calm with fear. "Sam, get out of here now. Go. They're coming now."

"Who?" I asked, the answer sliding through my head a beat later. Security. Hans and Frans. "Come on, then. Come on."

Fisher would not rise. He lifted a hand to his neck, groping for the tie that wasn't there. "This is what I have to do," he said in that eerie, calm voice. I preferred the frantic madman babble. "It's part of the job." He smiled weakly.

"Listen, let's just go. It's lunch--"

"Go. Get out!"

I stumbled toward the door, wondering what I was doing. Wondering what he was doing. I recognized how his computer blinked off. Remote power, someone else switching it off. He wouldn't get out of the chair. I should stay, I thought. The door squeaked open and I stepped into the hall. Was this really happening? I looked back at him from the hallway; he looked so small behind his desk.

Down the hall, the elevator whooshed open. I stepped into an open office and knelt behind the door. The two guards marched side by side, staring straight ahead, their arms barely swinging. They turned at Fisher's door. I could hear him protest, knocking something from his desk as they lifted him from his chair. I knelt and listened to his struggling, his curses and cries. I knelt, feeling weak and absurd.

The two men walked out of the office, dragging Fisher by his armpits. Fisher's head banged back and forth and he tried digging his heels into the cheap carpet. For one horrible moment, I thought his eyes focused on mine and I shrank back from the door. I wanted to do something, come to his rescue, be the hero. I shifted further back into the corner.




Part Of The Job



Fisher struggled a bit as they waited for the elevator to return. I think he knew it was hopeless; he wasn't putting up much of a fight, and his curses had fallen silent. The two men dragged him into the elevator and I finally left my hiding spot. The doors slid closed before I made it half the distance. I stood staring at them for a moment before rushing for the stairway. They weren't going to kill him. That was absurd. That was murder. When you got fired, security took you to the front door, maybe throwing you a bit roughly into the street.

I raced down the steps, knowing I would never catch up with them, but I would be close behind.

With my lungs bursting, I made it to the lobby. It was practically deserted, even the security guard had left his desk. But, across the way, Fisher was being shoved through another door. The door was marked Basement, and I had assumed that it was used by maintenance to get into power rooms or to the boiler. The two men did not look behind as the door began closing behind them. I moved forward, jumping the last few feet to catch the door before it latched shut. I waited before opening it, sure that one of the men would be waiting there to bash me on the head.

They were a good distance down a set of stairs, though, their attention focused on herding Fisher forward. His whimpering had ceased; he hung between the two men like a scarecrow. The light dimmed farther down the stairs and I could not see how far down the steps went. I stepped forward, pulling the door shut quietly behind me. My heart race loudly in my chest and my lips felt crisp. I watched the three men proceed a moment longer before following.

The stairway seemed to go down forever. I figured I was below two floors when I finally saw the steps come to an end. The men ahead walked slowly into a hall that seemed more like a tunnel: the ceiling curved down at the walls and bare bulbs dangled from a cord every twenty feet or so. Shadows leapt forward before dragging back and I lingered back a little farther, afraid that my own shadow would give me away. The guards seemed more relaxed now, comfortable in this underground burrow. They didn't force Fisher along. That need was gone and they simply followed a few steps behind him. 

I couldn't imagine what was going on. I couldn't believe that people were just killed and no one thought anything of it. And it seemed the victims accepted their fate, that they went along with the murder. It was all unbelievable. But this seemed too weird for a corporate meeting and I doubted the company conducted marriage counseling in the basement. I wanted to turn and run, to put in my resignation upstairs and head down to the bar. I wanted to call the police but I knew they would never believe this, not if I was still trying to. I would probably be locked up, put under observation and given a nice room with padded walls.

It was too late. I was already in the tunnel. I trailed my fingertips against the wall, feeling dirt and rock flake off. Whatever was down here had been down here a very long time. Up ahead the tunnel turned sharply to the right. I could feel cold air drift toward me as I came closer. Fisher and the other two men had already turned the corner and I hurried a little, afraid that they would disappear somewhere ahead and I would wander around for hours. I crept to the corner, sliding along the wall like James Bond. I peered around, again expecting to be hit in the skull. There was another set of steps, these set against the wall and emptying into a room the size of a cathedral.

I dropped to my knees, hiding behind a ledge that separated the steps from the rest of the room. My heart stopped as I tried to accept what I saw.

Torches flickered against the wall and I thought of the movie Frankenstein. Everything was dirty rock: the walls, the ceiling twenty feet above my head, the floor. Everything except the wooden table where Fisher was placing his clothes as he removed them, and the beams standing toward one end of the room. Black chains hung from the top slab of wood, chains ending in thick shackles. Pale gouges were dug into the wood, dozens of them, and I did not want to think of those. Between me and the chains, in the center of the room, was nothing. A hole into the earth. It was maybe fifteen feet across and the rim was black with soot, as if the bricks there had been blasted with a torch.

My fingers dug into the ledge, splinters of rock bit at my skin. I watched Fisher, his clothes completely discarded, walk to the chains. The two men followed him, snapping the shackles around his wrists. Their faces were blank and cold but I knew they were not forcing Fisher to do anything. He moved slightly in the frame of the wooden beams, testing the strength of the chains, I realized. The fear and lost look had left his face and he stared into the hole with an expression of empty acceptance.

He whispered something and the two men walked back to the table.

The air around me thickened, as before a hard thunderstorm. Desperately, I tried to think of something, some way to get Fisher out of there. The torches began to waver, their flame shaking back and forth. A few of them blew out and I could see Fisher's eyes grow as he stared into that hole. Sweat ran down into my eyes, blurring everything for a moment before I wiped them with the back of my hand. Below, Fisher clenched his jaw and stood straighter. My eyes darted to the hole, narrowing, trying to see whatever was there.

Yellow light flickered against the wall, throwing mad shadows up into the room. Wind came up as well, a hot, stifling wind that swirled together dirt and dust around the room. I wanted to shrink away from the ledge, to hide, but I couldn't move.

The flames that emerged from the darkness were white. White and red and so alive. They licked at the rim, eager to climb over. There was a shape in the fire, an impossible shape and I stared without realizing that I had stood. My eyes went in and out of focus and sweat slid down the small of my back. A burning hand half the size of a man reached out and took hold of Fisher's ankle and he kept staring, his lips pulled into a maniac's grin. Flesh scorched into crisp black and he just kept staring. The smell reached up to me and my stomach churned, threatening to revolt.

I must have moved, done something, because Fisher swung his face toward me. For a moment, he didn't see me. The look on his face was blank. Then it was like waking up and confusion set in on him. His mouth went wide with confusion and surprise. Then his screams started. Oh God, the screaming. My ears hurt from the few seconds it filled the room. Then there was only the sound of burning.

A face turned toward me. In the fire, which had risen maybe eight feet out of the hole, leaving more than half of itself down below. In the flames, a face. Its eyes touched mine and glared with anger. Hate. Power. Heat wafted toward me in its gaze, singeing my cheeks. A mouth, its lips burning lines, opened into a sneer.

It swung its arm around to me, shoving something at me. I stumbled back, my arms reaching up to cover my face. The thing did not advance, just held its burning fist there between us. And I realized what it held.

The scream that echoed was now my own.

I turned and ran, my legs shaking but still I ran. I waited for the burning to start, waited for the smell of my own burning skin to surround me. I was halfway up the stairs before I realized there was nothing behind me. Even the two gorillas were not after me. I didn't stop running, though; I wouldn't stop running until something made sense again. I kept trying to picture what I had seen, but I couldn't remember, not exactly. It was its burning grin that I could not forget, and the smell of charred flesh. It had seen me, and it had smiled upon me. What devil it was, it had seen me.

I wasn't too surprised at the wall I ran into in the lobby. I guess the security men knew a lot of shortcuts through the building. I struggled, trying to wrest my arm from the one's grip. But there was nothing left in me. And I knew I didn't have a choice.

"Mr. Cliver would like a word with you," a man said, stepping out from somewhere behind me. My floor manager, the little geek. He smirked at me, pushing up his glasses at the same time.

"I, uh," I stammered, making a few more pulls from the hold they had me in. "I think I quit now. I'll just be.... I'll just be leaving."

He grinned at me, obviously not amused. He gave a sharp nod and the two guards pulled me toward the elevator. My feet slid uselessly against the marbled floor. I shouted and cursed, hoping maybe someone would be coming in from lunch. It wouldn't matter, of course. They all knew. Whatever it was, they all knew.

The elevator doors whooshed shut in front of me, the sight of the outside world closed off and I wondered if I'd ever be out there again. I thought of the bartender at the Napalm and her soft lips and how I never got to kiss them. The guard at my side looked a bit like something from the Planet of the Apes, if he had a bit of facial hair. I decided to keep quiet about that.

The elevator stopped and I was prodded into a lush waiting room. There was no receptionist desk; I suppose the floors below were all of Cliver's reception. There was one door ahead of me; double doors, actually, and I knew that I did not want to enter. But the monkey man pushed me forward and I reached out for the knob, pushing it open.

"Come in, Mr. Tourney," a voice told me, though I stood a step inside the door. The tall back of his chair faced me. The office was immaculate; no one could walk into this office and realize what business this man conducted. God knows I couldn't answer that question anymore.

"It seems you've been quite busy lately," Mr. Cliver spoke as he turned his chair to face me. No one I'd spoken to, here in the company or among those contacts I had outside in the business, had ever seen the man. I don't think any of them would want to. He was an old man, though he had worked hard to avoid aging. As his chair finished turning, his hands came together and the fingers laced around each other. They looked like strong hands, hands that could squeeze. "Quite, quite busy."

I stood quiet. Behind me, on the other side, stood the two men in black suits. I imagined that they were as quiet as I. Quieter, perhaps; I could hear my heart thumping in my chest. In my lower stomach, coils of pain grumbled like yesterday's take-out. I knew I would leave this room alive. It was what would happen after that terrified me.

Cliver looked amused. There was no doubt over how busy I'd been. Or what I had been doing. Maybe I shouldn't have. Maybe I should have just stayed at my desk, or gone to lunch with the rest of the herd. Cliver did not seem angry. He looked like he was about to tell me what a great job I'd done. Maybe clap me on the back.

I thought about how the elevators only went down to the lobby, and how the one stairway went down two flights lower. I thought about the scratches in the wooden beams; fingernails holding on for life and losing. I thought about how screams echo in the dark, and about what happens when the screaming stops. "I'm not here to say anything, sir."

The old bastard chuckled. His lips worked the words silently, like the punchline of a joke. His eyes twinkled brightly and I saw he was enjoying this. Chances were, he didn't take many of these meeting. Terminations were handled by someone downstairs. Maybe I should feel special. "Most people 'round here, they never bother putting in overtime. You, though, you've been bleeding the clock. Even taking the work home with you."

"Beats getting a second job," I quipped, the words out before I could stop them. Too long being a smartass, letting words pop out before thought and common sense had a chance to censor them. It didn't matter, it was a little too late to worry about professional conduct.

Cliver shook his head. "Hey now," he said, sounding almost grandfatherly, "no need to get defensive." He looked down at his watch, a thick band of silver that glittered in the afternoon light. "Now, I do have to be going. A dinner for charity. So, let's make this quick."

My bowels tightened. I could feel the sting of tears in my eyes but I was not going to cry. Whatever he thought, I did not break so easily. I knew what was to happen and maybe I would cry and piss myself then, but not for this old man. He would not get that out of me.

"The world is coming to a new beginning. A new power. And I intend to have myself a piece of that power." He stood and looked out the window behind him, his hands clasping each other at the base of his spine. The office overlooked most of the city. Cliver probably liked that, looking down on all the little people. "I'm offering you a job, Mr. Tourney."

The words didn't fade right away, they seemed to echo in my ears. I wanted to laugh, felt it in the back of my throat. More smartass words were forming in my mind: No, that's all right. I've got a job. But I knew I didn't, not anymore. Whatever he was talking about, I didn't have a choice.

Cliver turned and faced me. "You are perhaps a brilliant programmer, but, really, who cares? You've got some nerve, maybe enough to get you from behind a desk." He walked from behind the desk, coming to stand a foot in front of me. I could smell the cigar-tainted old man breath wafting in my face. "You've been smiled upon. You could have a future here, doing something far more than punching in numbers."

My skin prickled at his closeness. His eyes were blue, a blue like the sky, and cold. I could see the specks of dandruff on his scalp. "Do I need to ask 'or what?'"

He smiled, revealing the blinding white dentures behind his lips. "Well, Mr. Tourney, you've been to the basement. You've seen our guest. Do you really want to lose your job after coming so far?"

I thought of what I had seen. Of what losing a job means. What termination really meant around here. I thought of Fisher, how his screams ended so quickly after lasting forever, and how the smell of burnt skin could not be forgotten.

"Do I have to wear a suit?"



Part of the Plan



Part of the plan

Whizzing through the air just above the rooftops of Median City, Restrainer could actually forget she was a superhero. Imagine that she was simply Rachel Weisse living in a world that didn't need people like her. It only lasted until she got sight of her partner Animes jumping from roof to roof below her. Animes felt the opposite and loved this, although that could have something to do with the fact that her parents had named her Buffy Irons. A name and a life she thoroughly detested. 

Like Restrainer she was wearing a bodyfitting blue uniform with a thick yellow band running vertically down the middle. They even wore the same face-obscuring masks. The only difference between their uniforms was that Animes had clawed gloves and shoes.

But that didn't mean they could ever be mistaken for each other. Animes, for example, had normal if shaggy looking brown hair while Restrainer had an eye-catching purple coup. And that was actually her natural haircolor. Their overall build too was distinct. Animes was muscular while Restrainer looked like a real-life Barbiedoll.

'I keep offering her to carry her along,' Restrainer grumbled mentally. 'Its no problem for me, I just extend the forcefield a little and we would be able to cover so much more ground.' But Animes didn't go for it, waving the proposal away with the reasoning that it would make them an easier target. That it would drain her. But that wasn't it, not really. 'It's like she doesn't really trust me,' she complained. 'Sometimes I wonder why we are still partners.'

Further musings were interrupted by Animes who abruptly stopped. Luckily Restrainer noticed it right away so she only had to turn around to face Animes. There had been instances where she had to scour the city only to find Animes after she had taken care of the criminal. "I can hear a burglary alarm coming from Geoch Lane. I think it's the Museum of Modern Art." Without waiting Animes began to sprint in that direction leaving Restrainer no option but to follow.

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Her senses always got a little sharper at this time. When they were charging towards the scene of the crime, it tickled what Animes liked to call her hunting instinct. The anticipation of getting your prey, something that Restrainer just didn't share. To her this was all about justice and helping people, she just didn't enjoy this like she should. After all, this was the only way to use their abilities for what they were meant to that didn't land your ass in jail.

Animes leapt of the last building and landed on the lamppost on her hands before somersaulting to the pavement. She didn't let the landing break her stride and ran across the street while Restrainer was still busy descending. Her foot had just reached the first step of the stairs in front of the museum when the doors were opened from the inside and someone came out.

The woman was clad head to toe in a skintight outfit showcasing an athletic body. A swirling pattern of black and white bands covered the entire suit. There were no obvious opening for the eyes, mouth or anything. She was carrying a round container across her back. And both crimefighters recognized her right away. 

"Mesmeri," Animes growled. "I didn't think you had the guts to pull a heist all on your own." And she shouldn't have, it wasn't her M.O. Mesmeri had no superpowers and used mind control machines to get others to do the dangerous stuff for her. 'The worm must be desperate for cash,' Animes sneered in her mind.

"Surrender now and this won't get painful," Restrainer sternly told the supervillain. She had landed next to Animes, it was easier to use her forcefield offensively if she wasn't using it to defy gravity.

"Hmmm, surrender does sound nice," Mesmeri purred. "But I think you will find escape even better!"

The feral superhero had heard enough. "Right, I've heard enough. Let's get her." Animes crouched ready to pounce on the female criminal while Restrainer summoned her forcefield around her with a mere thought. She raised her arm ready to form a forcefield hand to capture the criminal. Puzzling enough, Mesmeri lifted a hand up too with the palm facing them.

The next thing Animes knew the world dissolved in a stream of bright colors. She was hit hard by the lights as she had focussed her enhanced senses on Mesmeri. Even up and down were thrown in doubt as the world wobbled and whirled. 'I should close my eyes,' Animes considered. 'And I am going to do that now... Okay, closing them now! Why can't I close my eyes?' she wondered just as the visual assault slackened off and the real world returned.

Animes found herself on her knees with no sign of Mesmeri. She shuddered after she breathed in, the fabric of her uniform pressing against her suddenly distended nubs. 'I'm aroused, but I shouldn't be. My prey got away after all. I've always gotten this rush from bagging the bad guy, not when she escapes.'

Thankfully her outfit wasn't made of spandex so the signs of her arousal were hidden from Restrainer. Out of the corner of her eye, Animes noticed that forcefield-projector was still standing albeit a little unsteady.

Her ears pricked up at the sound of police sirens getting louder but Animes estimated they were still a minute or two away. Scanning the area she got the feeling she was forgetting something important, but every time she tried tot think of what that was the arousal surged just enough to distract her.

Shaking her head the feral heroine put the matter aside. "Lets go inside and see if everybody is okay. We need more info on what Mesmeri was using too."

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"It seems Mesmeri either got a superpower now or an upgrade for her suit," Restrainer concluded. They had talked to the guards and were now back in their headquarters. "But the guards were hit by an illusion that made it appear nothing was happening. Their descriptions were nothing like what we experienced. Strange though that she only stole one painting when there several more valuable pieces hanging right there beside the one she did steal."

"And it wasn't a time issue," Animes grumbled. "That light show of hers kept everybody from sounding the alarm until after she had what she wanted. Maybe there's a time limit on it," she theorized.

Rachel reclined back in her chair, enjoying the feel of normal clothing on her skin. "Ehm, wouldn't that be a time issue?" she ventured.

"Of course not! God, just cause you look like a bimbo doesn't mean you have to have the brains of one. She could have just used another of those blasts but she didn't so she had what she came for."

The purple-haired woman hunched her shoulders. "I'm not a bimbo," she muttered. 'Who's the one that does database searches around here? Fills out the request forms to the League. If it weren't for me we wouldn't have gotten this place from the League and we would still be working out of Buffy's crummy apartment.' Rachel just wished she had the courage to actually tell that to Animes face.

"Then stop saying stupid stuff like that," Animes shot back. "In any case, we just have to be more careful in our next fight. However she is doing it, the attack is obviously coming from her hands. Its a simple matter of closing our eyes just before she makes the attack, then hit her hard before she realizes it didn't work."

'But that leaves out the fact that we don't know how fast she can fire those light attacks,' Rachel thought. For a moment she was caught by the uncharacteristic impulse to point that flaw out. To take the lead and show that hothead how a proper plan looked like. And then it was gone. 

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That second robbery came two days later. This time a private residence was hit and once again the alarm was triggered just as Mesmeri was making her escape. And equally coincidental the superheroes were nearby on patrol.

'And this time I ain't going to waste any time with talking,' Animes resolved as the black-and-white figure of Mesmeri came into view. She was running in the opposite direction and obviously hadn't spotted the superheroes. Thanks to her stalking skills and Restrainer flying they made little noise as they got closer and closer.

The distance had dropped to a couple of meters when Mesmeri ducked into a side street. Animes growled in frustration, she had just been readying herself to pounce on the criminal. With claws at the ready Animes rounded the corner expecting to see Mesmeri's retreating back.

What the feral heroine got was Mesmeri standing firm and obviously waiting for them. Her hand was already coming up but with lightning fast reflexes Animes closed her eyes and threw her own arms up as an additional shield.

Animes couldn't tell if Mesmeri had fallen for it and wasted her shot but assumed she had. Dashing forward without opening her eyes she raked her claws at the position she had last seen Mesmeri. They hit nothing but air which surprised the feral so much she unthinkingly opened her eyes and looked around for the costumed villain. And came face-to-palm with Mesmeri's hand. 

"Peekaboo," Mesmeri told the wide-eyed superhero.

Pink and purple lights exploded in her face streaked with blue and yellow ribbons undulating on the edges of her vision. Sound and smell disappeared as the lightshow demanded so much of her attention that she couldn't spare any for her other senses. She couldn't even spare any brainpower to feel such things as anger or fear. Animes forgot about Mesmeri and the chase, there was only the now and the light.

Heat shot through her, making her very aware of her body. This heat began to build up just below her belly, making it itch for relief. It gnawed at her and she desperately searched for something to rub up against. Soon a shape appeared in the constantly fluctuating lightscape and without hesitation Animes jumped on her new scratching post. It fell over and she fell with it but that didn't matter. With a purr she began to scratch her itch.

The relief this brought was swiftly accompanied by a pulsating arousal that grew with every rub. The scratching post below her quaked like it was alive, adding more delicious pressure every now and then. After an eternity of exponentially growing pleasure the real world came back into focus far too soon for Buffy.

She found herself on the ground on top 

of Rachel straddling one of her legs, humping her soaked sex against the obviously embarrassed forcefield-projector. The purplehead's face was flushed and her eyes were shining with some emotion Buffy had never seen in them before. She wanted to get off, stand up and find Mesmeri but she was so close and mortified she felt her hips move on their own, push down to get just enough friction for her to finally come.

With a sound that was part growl and partly a mewl Animes jumped away, her body still thrumming with desire. Her nose picked up the strong scent of her own arousal as well as Restrainer's who was standing up slowly.

Of the supervillain there was no sign. In frustration Animes punched a wall leaving a spider web of cracks on the slab of stone.

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Animes was pacing through their lair like a cat. "She got away again, thanks to you!" The animalistic heroine ranted. "You didn't even try to stop her. You just rolled over and lay there while Mesmeri merrily scampered off."

"I got flashed too," Rachel defended weakly. 

"Uhuh, sure you were. But at least I tried to fight," Animes shot back.

A part of Rachel was embarrassed that she was taken down so easily. The first flash that Animes had avoided had knocked her spinning, lost in her own little world. That part agreed with Animes' sentiment.

But there was another part fighting for dominance. The part that snarled that it wasn't her who had ended up dry-humping someone's leg. That it was obvious Animes hadn't thought of everything and now wasn't owning up to that.

And then there were those few moments where she had already recovered from Mesmeri's attack but Animes hadn't. When Animes was hovering above Rachel, moaning in pleasure as she used Rachel's leg to bring herself to orgasm. Those images kept spooking through her mind.

All of that kept Rachel confused and conflicted on what she should do, how she should act. Should she just sit there and let Animes cool down on her own or should she...

Thankfully, Animes didn't notice the furious blush Rachel had as ideas bubbled up from somewhere. Ideas and fantasies that she was sure were new, but they felt so right...so like her.

To distract herself she focussed on the case, on catching Mesmeri. "Maybe we'll have more luck if we change our approach. We know what was stolen, maybe we can figure out what she'll go after next?"

Animes finished for her, "And ambush her. Catch her by surprise for once, yes, excellent. Get right on that, no telling if Mesmeri will wait two days before striking this time."

With relief Rachel sat down before her terminal, losing herself in the familiar task of ferreting out information and crawling into the mind of a supervillain. Strangely enough, it was a lot easier this time for some reason.

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"Are you sure this is her next target?" Animes grumbled.

"Yes, I am certain. She stole a painting and a small statue, both made the artist Kristelot. He's famous for making a group of art pieces of divers mediums centered around a single theme. The ones Mesmeri stole are part of the 'Submission' theme Kristelot made. The poetry book that goes along with it is kept here, at the Median University Library. So this is were she'll show up, unless she gets scared of by your incessant talking," Restrainer added testily.

Restrainer's partner blinked. That last bit wasn't like her, not at all. 'Come to think of it, Restrainer's been getting more vocal since Mesmeri's first attack. Could it be those lights have affected her worse than me?' Animes mused. 'But I always knew she was softer than me, deliciously soft... Where the hell did that thought come from?'

'Okay, after we have Mesmeri I am going out and I'll get two guys to celebrate.' Not at the same time of course, that just obscured the fact of who was in charge. It was another quirk of Buffy's unique physiology that like most mammals she was only in heat some of the times. With her the trigger was not seasonal but a successful hunt. That was another reason this case brought such frustration.

But that frustration would soon come to an end, she promised herself. And by her own hand because the police didn't know about the statue being stolen. Apparently the owner hadn't acquired it exactly legal. The only reason he hadn't kept his mouth shut when they themselves came by was the fact that they already knew Mesmeri had stolen something. They had seen the bag and that it contained something.

The only problem remaining was figuring out what Mesmeri's holographic disguise was this time. Restrainer was on the look-out too but both of them expected Animes to be the one to find the criminal. Because Mesmeri's disguise would be purely light-based there should be small inconsistencies. Little things that her enhanced senses would pick up and that her subconscious would put together given rise to a feeling of wrongness.

In other words, Animes was going to find Mesmeri on instinct. 'Make that has found,' she thought smugly as her attention centered on a redhead. She looked like a typical student but the feral just knew that her eyes were deceiving her. Nodding to the girl she spoke up, "Got her. It's the one with the red hair and the white blouse. Her backpack is new and empty." 

For once she let herself be carried by Restrainer as they glided down from the hall until Restrainer dropped her right on top of the fake college student.

Unfortunately the purple forcefield passed before the sun, casting a large purplish shadow on the ground just as they reached Mesmeri. It was enough warning for her to roll out of the way causing Animes to land badly, she had expected a body to cushion the fall.

Mesmeri's illusion faded away, leaving her in her trademark costume still wearing that new backpack. Animes hissed as she steadied herself. She was just in time to see Mesmeri evade a translucent, purple hand trying to grab the criminal. People started to run away which was fine by Animes, bystanders just got in the way.

Taking advantage of that moment when the supervillain was completely focussed on Restrainer Animes sprung into action. Landing on her hands she used them to pivot her legs around and swung them at Mesmeri catching her in the stomach.

At least, that was her intention but with a neat somersault Mesmeri evaded her. This was followed by a jump to evade Restrainer's forcefield-hand coming in low in an effort to grab her legs.

Restrainer, however, was prepared for Mesmeri's action and a second forcefield-hand came in high from the side and grabbed the rucksack jerking the black-and-white clad villain to a stop.

Not missing a beat Animes jumped once again intending to punch her. Mesmeri didn't hang around and slipped halfway out of the straps of her backpack then used them to pull herself up, feet first straight into Animes' chest. The feral was lifted up, hitting the stream of forcefield-energy connecting Restrainer to the forcefield-hand still holding the backpack.

Both dropped to the pavement but only one landed on her feet. 'She must have gotten a few martial arts lessons too,' Animes grumbled. 'She wasn't this physical before.' With her enhanced hearing she could hear Restrainer's heavy breathing as she kept up the strain of using two forcefield-hands at the same time.

But Mesmeri was strained too, strained to the breaking point to bob and weave between those two hands. And that breaking point was reached when she was swatted to the ground in mid-air.

Animes had waited for that and swiftly jumped on Mesmeri's back, locking the villain's arms above her head with the palms facing the ground so Mesmeri couldn't use that light-attack of hers. Keeping those hands in place with one hand, Animes used the other to pull out her cuffs.

Mesmeri was squirming as Restrainer brought her closer but Animes knew that was futile. And so did Mesmeri apparently because she stopped. Instead she twisted one arm around until the palm faced her captor.

Swallowing the feral superhero looked at those deceptively empty hands. "Not going to try and look away?" Mesmeri asked. "Or maybe you do not want to. Maybe you have started to like it, is that the reason you two are pursuing me so ardently? So vigorously? So you can look at that beautiful light again?"

She cursed that voice, it was too confident and warm. 'It isn't true of course, I'm not addicted,' Animes assured herself. 'But you're just sitting on her, saying nothing, looking straight at her palm. Almost as if you're expecting to be hit,' a treacherous voice whispered.

'No,' she argued back. 'I...I...I just know she's bluffing. I can just close my eyes when she actually tries it but I...'

'Then why,' the voice interrupted, 'is your pussy wet, your heart pounding and your nipples are almost poking through your uniform. You're practically drooling at the thought of being mindfucked, again.'

The world turned a now familiar pink. Animes felt how her eyes widened as they tried to drink in as much of the light as possible. There was no out-of-body experience this time, Buffy was extremely aware of it as soon as the attack began.

She fell over, felt the rough stone against the back of her head as her body writhed. She sensed a female form slither out from under her but she was too busy feeling to care about who that was. Her hands were now roughly squeezing her tits while her thighs were rubbing together. The vague knowledge that she had an audience meant nothing to her, it just didn't seem important.




Part of the Plan



Suddenly she was enveloped by something smooth which proceeded to lift her up. Buffy whined as her movement was constricted, for some reason it made her feel even better. And the less she struggled against it, the more intense the lights became, the brighter they burned into her mind.

She could have stopped struggling altogether, but it felt so much better to draw it out. Let it inch its way closer and closer until she finally gave in and stopped resisting. Resignation exploded into orgasm, making her move once again as every muscle in her body tensed. The world, once pink and purple turned to white and then black with multi-colored stars popping in and out.

Even after the real world appeared before her eyes again she just lay there, not really seeing anything with her half-lidded eyes as aftershocks of pleasure shot through her.

Eventually she stirred, noting absently that they were back on the roof where they had staked out. Lying just out of her reach was Mesmeri's rucksack. "She got the book?" She knew she should be mad about that, she could even feel it sort of. But she felt too good to get really angry about anything.

"No," was Restrainer's annoyed reply. "I managed to avoid most of her flash-technique so she fled. Are you finished or do you want to flash a few students too?"

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"This is getting repetitive," Animes ranted behind her back, for once not wearing her uniform but sweatpants and a loose shirt. Rachel couldn't resist rolling her eyes. She hadn't been the one trying to have sex with her forcefield-hand. Or the one who disappeared into the bathroom for half an hour as soon as they came back. 

The feral heroine continued, "At least I have an excuse for letting her get away this time, but you just stood there. And we don't know where she'll strike next. The campus is too well guarded now for her to try again, too risky."

Rachel managed to keep the anger that rose up at her partner's words in check by focussing on the screen, on what her search was producing. "We got a clue," she pointed out reasonably.

Animes snorted. "A new backpack that she probably bought today on her way to the university. What kind of a lead is an empty backpack, huh?" She was still talking but Rachel was tuning her out completely now, too absorbed in what she was reading.

She was about done when Animes' next words broke through her concentration. "Why do I have to do everything myself?"

The anger hadn't gone away after all, it had just been simmering under the surface. Rachel turned away from the computer and got up. "You do everything? You?" She spoke softly but her voice was like steel. "The only thing you have been doing since we got back was yourself. But while you've been frigging yourself like a bitch in heat, I've been researching a clue I found in the bag I picked up." She took special care to stress the 'I' part.

"I, that is, I mean," Animes stuttered caught floundering between surprise by Rachel's unusual outburst and embarrassment at the memories of what she had been doing in the bathroom. Also, for some reason she liked this new side of Rachel. It made her look breathtakingly beautiful.

But the purplehead steamed right through Animes attempts at a counter. "I found a piece of a flyer inside the bag for a club. One that sounds just up Mesmeri's alley. It's called 'Subjective' and it's a lesbian bar for those interested in the bondage lifestyle. It's the only one that caters to that specific fetish in Median City."

"Then, then what are we waiting for? Good work, let's go and arrest the freak." Finding herself on familiar ground again, Animes her tone became more firm.

"Not so fast." Animes froze, having barely made a single step. "We have no idea what Mesmeri's connection is to the place and you want to bust in like its a secret hide-out? A club filled with civilians? We do this my way, we go in undercover."

Rachel could hear Buffy swallow. "Undercover?"

"Yes, we'll pose as a couple who are just starting to explore this fetish. And since you are the one that can't be bothered to do research, I will take the lead. You will just be silent and act like my pet." She saw Buffy stiffen at that but Rachel wasn't done.

Grabbing her by the shoulders she corralled the still reeling feral to the computer. "Now sit down and read up on what to expect. I've already bookmarked the sites so you don't need to worry that pretty little head of yours."

"My what?" Animes exclaimed.

Not missing a beat Rachel explained, "I'm getting into my part, I suggest you do the same. Now start reading while I go out and buy us some outfits. We have to look the part."

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"Oh fuck," escaped Buffy's lips as she slipped a second finger into her lubricated tunnel. Her eyes were glued to the screen and the pictures it was showing. Girls wearing collars, women trussed up and sluts begging wordlessly to be used. She felt hot, her skin holding just a hint of salty dampness.

She should be reading, learning to act the part but she kept seeing herself in those positions. Buffy had been fine the first few minutes but after seeing a few of the outfits she had begun to wonder what Rachel was getting her.

Those thoughts had led her to imagining her wearing those outfits, being ordered by Rachel to wear them, told to act like those girls. Her hand had flown into her sweatpants before she knew it and the only reason she wasn't in her own room now was the fact that Rachel had told her to stay at the computer.

A thrill ran through her at the knowledge she was doing as she was told, that she wanted to obey. Longed to have Rachel come home and see this display, see how Buffy was still at the computer. Maybe she would get a reward, or perhaps she would be punished for not studying hard enough.

Her pussy fluttered around her fingers as she came, her head thrown back as she could no longer force her eyes to look at the screen.

The sound of the door opening cut through the mood like a knife through butter. Animes couldn't believe what she was doing, what she had been thinking. Yanking her hand out of her pants she looked down horrified at the still sticky digits. 'If she sees those, hell if she smells this, she'll know what I've been doing.'

Acting on the first thought that came to mind she began licking her fingers clean. 'Not bad, I taste pretty good. Wonder why I never tried this before. Oh, still something in that nook. Better get every single drop.'

A cough that sounded awfully close distracted Buffy. "I see you are getting into your role," Rachel said sounding like she was awfully close. Whirling around Buffy stared wide-eyed at a bemused looking Rachel. She didn't even notice she was still sucking on one of her fingers. 'How did she get here so fast?' She wondered. 'She only came in a moment ago...right?'

Animes saw Rachel's eyes trail down to her lips, the lips still wrapped around her finger that was now wet with saliva. Something akin to hunger entered those eyes. With a plop her finger left her mouth as she jerked her hand behind her back. Her face heated up as Rachel's gaze made her feel like a caught schoolgirl for some reason. She lowered her head to hide the barely visible blush.

"You're back," only now did she notice the bags Rachel was carrying. The realization of what was inside of them robbed Buffy of her train of thought. Horror and expectation battled for dominance.

Thrusting the bag in her left hand out Rachel told her, "with presents. Wasn't easy to find something for you without you there to try it on but since I know your measurements, I managed with the help of a very friendly store-clerk. Now go try this on, you need to look comfortable in this tonight."

And so Animes found herself in her room looking at the shopping bag, doubt and confusion making her unsure of what to do, what to feel. Trying to stall, she undressed until she was standing in her underwear. Her sodden underwear. So the superhero stripped them off too, that bought her a few more seconds to sort out what was going with her.

'Get a grip on yourself,' she admonished. 'This is not the first time you've gone undercover. This is no different, it's just pretend.'

It didn't help. She was naked, her deeply tanned skin still covered in sweat and her nipples were poking out happily. She felt like she was watching someone else open the bag and take out the articles of clothing.

The contents consisted of what looked like a pair of shorts and a crop top. Both were red, made of leather and had a number of laces. There was also a pair of bracers made of the same material and to her dismay a pair of low heel shoes. She never wore heels.

Feeling almost like an automaton she put them on until she was standing a little unsteady in front of the mirror. Seeing herself decked out in this outfit revealed the reason for the laces. The top and shorts, both open in front, were held together by the laces. This made the most of her modest cleavage and left her pussy far too exposed to be decent.

Animes could guess what the wide loops on the bracers were for and experimentally placed her lower arms together behind her back to make it look like they were tied together. And for a moment she believed what she now saw in the mirror.

A helpless slave exposing her wet snatch for anybody to see and to use. Her eyelids dropped as a low groan escaped her lips. Her hips jerked forward and the groan turned into a hiss as her clit was pressed against one of the strings. Without thought she did it again and again, swaying in front of the mirror in some sort of sexual dance. Her knees were growing so weak, they wanted to bend. Buffy wanted to bend.

"Come out and show me how you look," Restrainer called through the door. Startled, Animes didn't know where she was for a moment. Shaking it off she carefully moved to the door. The superhero forgot how she was dressed until after she opened it. But that came crashing back at seeing Rachel's appreciative inspection.

"Oooh, nice. You look good enough to eat," she teased Buffy. Rachel was dressed in tight latex pants and a corset that could barely contain her tits. She was also wearing kinky boots. All of it was black and shiny. Her purple hair was pulled back in a pony. The feral heroine couldn't help but stare at those breasts, how they pressed against the fabric of the corset every time Rachel took a breath.

"Thanks," was her weak reply. Rachel wordlessly gestured for her to step out of her room. She really didn't want to, but Rachel had been right. They needed to get into that club and they could only do it undercover. So she went past Rachel who put a steadying hand on her elbow when Buffy almost fell. 

The other hand followed soon after, rubbing her tush. Buffy looked incredulous at Rachel but she was busy admiring the flexing of Buffy's leg muscles as she walked to the table. Rachel didn't look up and Buffy felt strangely reluctant to refuse the woman so she just kept her mouth shut.

"Very nice," Rachel commented.

"Ummh," was all Buffy got out. She felt so off-balance. Her partner's behavior was completely unlike her but Buffy liked it. She knew she shouldn't, she was sure that just a few days ago she wouldn't have but right now her body was responding to it. Her nubs were doing their best to poke through the leather and it felt like they were succeeding.

"And this will complete your outfit," Rachel told her as she picked up a red leather collar from the table. It had a steel ring and attached to that was a detachable leash. "I saved it for now because I wanted to put it on myself," she told Buffy.

The feral looked at the piece of leather like it was a snake. "After all," Rachel continued, "you are going as my pet. And pets get a collar from their owner. Don't you agree?" She added but her tone made it sound more like she was making Buffy's mind up for her. 

The words hit her like a hammer between the eyes and a vibrator on her clit. Turned on and dazed Buffy nodded her head a little before tilting her head back slightly. But not so much that she couldn't keep an eye the collar. This felt less and less like pretend and Buffy liked the thought of that more and more.

Feeling the cool leather enclose her neck Buffy had to bite her lip to keep silent. She didn't want Restrainer to know what this was doing to her.

"Yes, you look very good like this. But I think, for our visit to the club, that you should put on the thong too. We don't want to get kicked out at the first sight of you."

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"Couldn't you get some masks to go with the outfit?" Animes complained to an amused Restrainer. "It's not like it would be all that out of place, right?"

"Because they might put one masked purple-haired and one masked purple-haired together and notice I look a lot like Restrainer. This way they write it of as a dye-job," Restrainer explained patiently.

She had flown the both of them until they were less than a block from the club. The rest they walked wearing coats to ward of the evening's chill. Restrainer watched with satisfaction at Animes steady gate. 

It had taken a few hours to get her to this point, first by walking besides her, steadying her whenever she lost balance; later, by pulling her along with the leash so that it wouldn't look like the first time they did something like this. It had nothing to do with the fact that she got a kick out of it, of course. 'Besides, the little bitch enjoyed it too.'

Shaking her head, Restrainer dispelled that errant thought. She was getting them more and more, thoughts that were disrespectful of her partner. The real problem was that Restrainer couldn't tell what was exactly wrong with them; they were accurate after all. Animes had been turned on by their practice session, even her human nose could tell.

Turning the corner the entrance to the club came into view. It was located in an old warehouse and from the outside it still looked like it. The only clues it was a club were its name in modest neon letters above the entrance and the bouncer. She was wearing combat boots, jeans and a sleeveless shirt that showed off her muscles. Built like a bodybuilder, Restrainer wouldn't be surprised to learn she was actually a super.

Because not everybody with superpowers became a hero or a villain, a large group led a normal life and rarely used their abilities. This one might just be one of those. 'Or she's a fitness-maniac,' Restrainer amended. But she didn't think so. 'And we've learned something already,' she added to herself.

The bouncer noticed them coming and stopped leaning against the wall so she could stand in front of the door. "I've never seen you two before," the bouncer rumbled not unkindly, "so I am going to have to ask for some I.D. ladies."

"You actually think we're underage?" Animes asked incredulously.

"Nope," she retorted with a bland look. "But Miss Golden isn't worried about underage drinking. She wants to make sure that only consenting adults come in. And that their privacy is maintained."

"Of course she would, excuse her," Restrainer answered for the both of them. Without pausing she grabbed hold of Animes' ear, "Apologize to the lady properly, Buffy." Restrainer guided her head down until she had to kneel.

"I apologize for my rudeness, ma'am," Animes got out. It was obvious to Restrainer that the brunette was embarrassed.

Noticing the bouncer's bemused expression at this display, Restrainer decided to add her own two cents. She let go of Animes' ear and lowered it a little so she could stroke Animes' cheek with the back of her hand. "Good girl," she added. She could feel her partner's face heat up but at the same time she was leaning into the caress.

Standing up she retrieved their fake I.D.'s and showed them to the bouncer. "Those seem to be in order." She paused for a moment. "You two are new at this, aren't you?"

"You could tell?" Restrainer asked hoping that she managed to keep her panic out of her voice.

"I've been working here for a couple of years now. I am not into this myself but you pick things up. First time you've taken this outside the bedroom but I can tell you're for real. If you could just open the coats, ladies, I can let you in. Can't have anything resembling a weapon inside. 'Subjective' is about safe fun." The last sentence sounded almost like a slogan, something she had said many times before.

With a shrug Restrainer complied as did Animes, after she got up. The bouncer had said she wasn't into this, but she was obviously into girls. Her appreciative gaze was not, however, a sign she was getting side-tracked because it focused quickly on the leash Restrainer was carrying.

Restrainer angled her hip a little so the bouncer could see it better but didn't speak, she just waited. The bouncer's response was a nod after which she stepped aside. "Looks fine, so you can come in. Have a fun evening ladies but just so you know, the club can be a bit overwhelming the first time. My advice is to relax and just do what you enjoy. Don't judge and don't be afraid of being judged. Trust me, nobody is interested in that.

"Oh, and one other thing. You can play in the club but you can't go all the way. If you want that, there are some private rooms upstairs."

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Animes felt exposed after relinquishing her coat. They were still standing in the coatroom but she could already hear the soft music being played in the club. It wasn't drowning out the noise of women having their fun. Her nose was assaulted by a thousand different scents, some of them she didn't expect. A few she couldn't place.

She had caught a whiff of Mesmeri's odd non-scent during their fights and had hoped she could sniff the criminal out right away. But it was just too hard to find it amidst the myriad of other, more powerful smells that were present. She just couldn't tell if Mesmeri had been here or not. Which meant they were going in.

Her heart was hammering in her throat. Animes told herself this wasn't anything unusual, that it wasn't their first time going undercover. But she knew better, really. Because those other times she just played a part, like an actress in a play. This wasn't playing a part, this was bringing out a part she had never...

The click of the leash being attached to her collar coursed through her being, making something inside of her click as well. Her body automatically straightened out like it was coming to attention with her eyes downcast. A shiver of something coursed through her at how natural this felt, how hot this made her.

Restrainer didn't speak, she just turned around and moved towards the door clearly expecting Animes to follow. Buffy's breathing deepened as her eyes naturally drifted to Restrainer's ass. She let herself be mesmerized by its swaying motion that she didn't even notice they were entering the club proper until Restrainer stopped.

The lighting came mainly from electric candles on the walls casting a soft light on the place. The space was L-shaped with the entrance facing the long leg with the short leg at the left. A bar ran along the long leg with long booths across from it hugging the other wall.

The booths all sported an open area in the middle with different equipment in each one. There was one with a rack, several that just had hooks in the ceiling to hang things as well as people from and two sported an X-shaped cross in that open area. There was also a massage table which looked a little out of place to Buffy.

In the short leg there were two cages on platforms with a girl dancing in both of them. There was also a staircase leading to a catwalk running above the bar with several doors that Buffy supposed where the private rooms the bouncer had been talking about. 




Part of the Plan



Standing close to one was also the most noticeable trio in the entire room. Three college-girls dressed for clubbing were trying not to gawk at a lithe brunette wearing nothing but a leather harness made out of straps dancing in one of the cages. There were quite a few giggles but they were all blushing and not looking away. Buffy noticed they were attracting a fair amount of attention but few of those looks were hostile. Still, she wondered why those three were here.

A tug on the leash and they were moving forward, straight to the bar where Restrainer ordered a drink. But nothing for Buffy who started to feel like all the eyes in the place were focussing on her, judging her, looking for faults and clues she wasn't supposed to be there.

It was silly, naturally. The women present were dressed in all manner of ways, although the colors black and red did predominate. There were exceptions of course, like the woman dressed in a pink bodysuit that covered her head to toe with only a few holes for her eyes and mouth. And most people weren't even looking at them, they were looking at the various performances or just talking.

Pulling Buffy closer, Restrainer whispered, "Anything?"

"No, Ma'am," escaped her before she knew it.

Restrainer didn't miss a beat. "Then carry my drink to the table, time to mingle." With that she slackened the leash and made her way to one of the booths. Quickly grabbing the drink, Buffy followed and placed it before Restrainer after she took a seat.

After that she just stood there, unsure of what to do now. Restrainer had taken a seat but there was no room for her to do so too. 'Should I just stand here?' Restrainer wasn't giving her any clues and was only occupied with her drink.

Inspiration hit her as she glanced at the open space in this booth where a nude woman was kneeling on the cool plastic. She wore, if it could be called that, a rope that was looped and knotted to ensnare her body. Her pale skin was red where the rope dug into her flesh but every tug from the one that had tied her up elicited gasps filled with pleasure.

Buffy knelt besides Restrainer, still keeping her head down but her ears open. She had given up hope to find anything with her eyes and nose.

Barely had she begun or she was interrupted by Restrainer. She cupped the back of Buffy's head and tangled her fingers in her brown mane. Gently pressing her forehead into Restrainer's thigh she began to massage her.

Before Buffy knew it she was purring contentedly, butting the latex-encased leg in sync with Restrainer's hand. The hand didn't stop petting her, it only deviated sometimes to stroke the back of her ear eliciting a shiver of desire every time.

'I should be looking for clues, keep my senses open,' she vaguely considered as she felt the thong begin to stick to her wet sex. 'But Ma'am is talking to someone already, she'll get the info we need,' Buffy assured herself. It never even occurred to her to listen in, Restrainer hadn't said she should. 

Without warning the hand stilled and steadily pulled her head back until Buffy was looking at the ceiling. "She does look great," she heard Ma'am say. "Just look at that physique, such pliant strength." Buffy bit her lower lip to stay silent. The praise felt so good, like fingers tweaking her nipples. Arching her back she placed her hands flat on the floor just beside her ankles so she could show off her muscles better, earn that praise. The fact that this pushed her tits out and put some delectable pressure on her clit was just a bonus.

She started when a hand, smaller than Restrainer's, was laid on her stomach. Buffy's muscles rippled under the appendage and this time Buffy did listen to what the woman was saying.

"A good specimen," were her words. The hand traveled downward slipping underneath the shorts and thong but Buffy staid still. Ma'am obviously was okay with this and that was all that really mattered. A single digit slid in just a little and Buffy had to struggle to keep herself from thrusting her hips forward. She didn't want to get them kicked out of the club. And Ma'am wanted to display her, which meant keeping still.

The hand was removed and Buffy could tell the woman was standing up. Restrainer's conversational partner murmured something but since it wasn't about Ma'am's pet, Buffy wasn't really interested in what she was saying. "You look thirsty and Jayden here was nice enough to invite us upstairs so why don't you finish off my drink," she said as she let go of Buffy's hair.

Tilting her head forward she saw Ma'am holding the drink in front of her. She started to remove her hand from the ground but was stopped by Restrainer. "Open up," she chided and Buffy did. There wasn't all that much left but she actually liked the taste of it. 'It was very nice of her to give me some.'

The glass empty, Ma'am got up and only now did Buffy see who Jayden was. She had boots like Restrainer was wearing, a green teddy with lace and a mask to cover the area around her eyes. She was a petite Asian that strode into the crowd as if she knew they would get out of her way. And they did open a path for her that Restrainer took advantage of as well.

Standing up smoothly Buffy followed, her eyes once again firmly resting on Ma'am's backside. It quickly became clear that they were going to the stairs and that meant the private rooms. The feral superhero began to feel curious on what Ma'am and the other woman had talked about but Buffy was confident Restrainer was on to something.

The woman, Jayden, opened the third door they passed and entered. Only when the door was opened did Buffy begin to hear the murmur of someone talking from inside. 'Excellent soundproofing,' was her idle thought. She was still considering focussing her hearing so she could hear the words when Restrainer entered, leading Buffy inside.

The voice had clued her in that the room was occupied and after seeing the various activities going on downstairs Buffy thought she was ready for anything. She thought wrong.

The room didn't hold any elaborate torture devices. There were a few manacles on one wall, three chairs standing against another and the last piece of furniture was a wooden chest. None of it was being used by the duo that had caught Buffy's full attention.

They were standing in the middle of the room and it was immediately clear which of them carried the whip, figuratively speaking. She looked to be in her thirties with messy blond hair and gray eyes. The dom was wearing something that looked like a bathing suit except for the single strap that ran down her cleavage, fully exposing pendulous breasts. But she only caught Buffy's attention peripherally.

What she couldn't look away from was the girl, standing like a statue facing the wall next to the door. Completely nude, except for a black collar with metal studs, and with her hairless body she looked like she had just graduated high school. Her brownish hair was done up in two bushy pigtails. Her breasts were small, smaller even than Buffy's, capped with large aureoles and nipples. Her looks however, were not what captivated Buffy.

It was the look in her eyes. The dom, who had been standing beside her whispering in her ear, had turned her head when the door opened. The girl hadn't even blinked. Glazed eyes stared firmly into infinity as if her mind was on a vacation. Buffy could see and smell the girl's arousal, yet her breathing was even and calm.

On auto-pilot the feral closed the door behind her and knelt besides Restrainer. She didn't take her eyes off the girl, not even when the older woman blocked her view for a second as she welcomed Jayden.

Utterly fascinated by the girl, Buffy didn't really catch much of the conversation between the three. She caught the name of the woman, apparently it was the owner Miss Golden. There was also something about Ma'am being interested in the mental aspect of something or other.

She began paying attention to the conversation again when Miss Golden stepped back towards the girl. "Of course this is voluntary, part of Elly's fantasy." The woman addressed the girl now, "Tell Rachel if I can make you do anything you don't want to?"

"You cannot make me do anything against my will," Elly responded dreamily.

"Hmm, exactly. So what are we doing here?"

The girl sighed, as if recalling some fond memory. "I am remembering one of your first lessons, because it is one of the most important ones."

Miss Golden smiled at Restrainer now. "And what lesson is so important?"

"That the more aroused I become, the more obedient I am. The more obedient I become, the more aroused I am." Her eyes fluttered after saying that and the scent of her arousal became even more pungent. Yet Elly didn't move a muscle.

"Want to give it a try?" Miss Golden asked innocuously. This finally broke the spell. Buffy's eyes flew away from the girl to look at Miss Golden and from there they shot further to the right until they rested on Restrainer.

She was just in time to see the look of surprise flit across the forcefield-projector's face. A surprise that looked like panic to Buffy, a look that reminded her that this wasn't real. That they were just acting a part.

In the instant Buffy remembered that Restrainer schooled her features again, acting like she was unsure. "I wouldn't know where to start."

The woman's face turned mischievous as she beckoned Restrainer to come over. "Then come over here and I'll give you a few tips." Her gaze turned to Buffy. "My first tip is that it works better if she doesn't hear my tips."

Buffy couldn't see Restrainer's face, not that she was really looking as occupied as she was with her inner struggle. It felt so natural to just be, instead of act, submissive. Her concentration kept wavering as she fought against the complacent trust she now found herself having for Restrainer. It didn't help that she was aroused and had the girl's 'lesson' still ghosting through her mind.

So she didn't really react when Restrainer turned her head to address her. "Be a good girl and don't eavesdrop. Just take of your thong and focus on playing with yourself." Having said those words, Restrainer strode towards Miss Golden.

The feral gaped at the words, not believing Restrainer would order something so lewd. Then she thought better. They were pretending to be a couple who did sex games like this, so she had to play along.

Her eyes naturally drifted back to Elly, she couldn't help it. Buffy felt like she was studying a work of art. A statue that evoked a feeling in her that was both exciting and confusing.

With a snap she tore off her flimsy underwear before dropping it on the floor. A part of her cringed thinking on how she would look once they left the room and went back into the crowd. 

'They will all see what an obedient pet I am.' Buffy didn't know where that thought came from but the wave of arousal it caused made her forget that she was just playing. 'The more aroused I become, the more obedient I am,' she dimly recalled as the first finger snaked through the laces of her shorts and into her snatch.

'Funny how the voice doesn't really sound like me,' she considered just before her thumb brushed her little bundle of nerves. Further thoughts were impossible as her mind fell apart in another wave of pleasure. There was a calmness to that pleasure, like she was waiting. And she kept waiting, focussed completely on the task at hand. Round and round, in and out. Her universe diminished to those simple movements and the delight they brought her.

A familiar voice cut through the lust-filled haze, "you can stop doing that." Blinking sluggishly her hand stopped. Equally slow her eyes began the journey towards the source of the voice, which was about an inch away from her right ear.

"Keep your eyes on Elly, focus all your attention on them." Buffy's hand was still tangled limply in the laces of her shorts but she made no move to pull them away or resume her earlier activity. She was much too busy focussing on Elly. She did finally connect the voice to Ma'am, but that just reassured her. She knew she could trust her and that she was supposed to follow her lead. Everything was alright.

"Good girl," she praised eliciting a pleased feeling from Buffy. "You can't keep your eyes of her, you are fascinated by her, by what she is." The feral superhero would have cried out her agreement if she wasn't so busy staring at the girl. "She is standing there firm, unmoving, ready to obey. Can't look away, just look at her without moving, muscles relaxed and ready for any command. Unblinking, unfazed, no distracting thoughts to diminish your complete focus. That complete focus Elly has as a hypnotized pet," Restrainer concluded.

"She breathes like a hypnotized pet." Buffy's attention shifted slightly to check the rise and fall of the girl's chest. "A breath in, then a breath out. Steady and calm, in and out. Breathe in and out. You breathe in and then out." Buffy found herself following suit, the rhythm of her breath in sync with the girl's. "You breathe in like Elly, you breathe out like a hypnotized pet. Breathe like a hypnotized pet."

"I breathe like a hypnotized pet," Buffy dully agreed.

"You're focussed on Elly," Ma'am pressed. "Looking at everything she has on display, drinking it in. You can't look away, you are too fascinated by what she is."

"A hypnotized pet," Buffy supplied.

"Yes, she's following orders like a hypnotized pet. You're focussing on Elly because you are following orders." Ma'am's own voice now became husky.

Buffy felt a little confused. "Like...a hypnotized pet?"

"Exactly like a hypnotized pet," Ma'am agreed. "You breathe like a hypnotized pet, you follow orders like a hypnotized pet. What is hypnotized pet's lesson for today?"

"The more aroused I become, the more obedient I am. The more obedient I become, the more aroused I am," the animalistic heroine droned. "I am aroused," she continued, grasping for the logic behind the lesson. "I am obedient." Buffy blinked owlishly, unsure of what came next. Her mind didn't have much attention to spare since she had to focus it all on hypnotized pet.

"You've learned a lesson that is important for hypnotized pets," Ma'am helped.

It got even harder to think. "I...hypnotized pet?"

"Yes, just like Elly. Look at her, how obedient she is. How much she enjoys being this way. Burn the image into your mind and repeat after me, 'I am just like Elly, Elly is a hypnotized pet'. And every time you say it, Elly's image gets clearer in your mind. And the clearer it gets, the less you need to see her. The less your eyes can see her, the clearer the image in your mind becomes. The clearer the image, the more those tired eyes can rest a little, droop just a bit more, because the image is that clearer in your mind."

Her eyes were getting tired, so tired. It got harder to see Elly, but that wasn't a problem because she could see hypnotized pet in her mind. 'I am just like Elly,' flitted through her mind. 'Hypnotized and ready to obey.' Her eyes saw nothing, her mind was filled with Elly. 'And Elly is a hypnotized pet. Her mind empty, ready to be filled by Ma'am's commands.' Her mind was empty.

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The world returned to Animes with the metallic click of the leash being detached from her collar. Blinking she took in her surroundings, 'our apartment, but how? Weren't we in the club...' Her eyes widened further and further as she finally recalled what had happened in the club.

She couldn't believe her own memories. It wasn't just how she had acted, it was how she had felt doing those things. The memories became disjointed as they reached that 'private room'. No more than flashes coupled with a feeling of arousal.

"I think we have a lead, but we are going to have to go back tomorrow night to investigate it," Rachel interrupted her thoughts. Animes just stared at her for a moment, her mind still reeling from the images it was being bombarded with. Her arms twitched as she felt the impulse to place them behind her back, her knees felt a similar impulse to bend. And the image of what that would look like excited her. It was only know that she discovered she wasn't wearing underwear and that her pussy was bare to all.

"A clue?" Animes managed to croak out.

Rachel nodded. "Yes, you saw that medallion Miss Golden was wearing. A black-and-white spiral coupled with her obsession for hypnosis are definite signs she is either an associate of Mesmeri or a minion."

Animes felt even more ashamed. She hadn't noticed any medallion, even now when she went over her memories of the woman she couldn't recall her wearing something like that. "Why wait until tomorrow night?"

Restrainer frowned. "Because we got invited by Miss Golden to meet some of her like-minded friends. Who knows, Mesmeri might be among them."

'Like-minded friends? But that would mean pretending to be Rachel's pet again.' Animes licked her suddenly dry lips, her breathing picked up speed. "That-That's unnecessary. We know Mesmeri is linked to the club so we can just bust in and..."

"No," Rachel interrupted forcefully. "We don't know where Mesmeri is and that would tip her off that we are on her trail. So we will go undercover again tomorrow."

"Yes, Ma'am," escaped her lips. A shiver went down her spine. It felt good to do as Restrainer said. Her face belatedly heated up as she finally realized what her response had been. "Well, if that's everything I am going to bed because I am bushed. Cya," she rapidly said even as she was already half-running to her room. 'I can't believe I said that. What's wrong with me?'

Once in her room her eyes drifted to the mirror. 'These clothes, it has got to be these clothes.' She wanted nothing more than rip them off but Restrainer expected her to wear them again tomorrow. Still, Animes was a little rough as she yanked on the laces and shimmied out of the clothes. It was made harder by how sticky her skin had become from sweat.

So she jumped into the shower for a quick rinse, purposefully keeping her mind empty of thought and above all memory. Animes rushed drying off as well and was halfway to her bed when her eyes caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror stopping her dead in her tracks.

'My collar, I never took it off! Shouldn't I have noticed something when I was in the shower?' she wondered. But she couldn't, even now it still felt natural, like it belonged there.

Unbidden the memory of Elly popped into her mind. Buffy remembered watching the girl, staring at her as the world dropped away. In the mirror the collared woman assumed the same pose as Elly had. Straight posture but with her muscles relaxed, completely relaxed. Blank, focussed and relaxed. Alarmed Buffy realized she couldn't get herself to move, she could only stand there and focus on the woman in the mirror.

She felt her body solidify into that position yet the more unmoving she became the more relaxed she got. She was getting wet again, the memories of what had happened in the private room started to become clearer. 'I look just like Elly standing like this,' went through Buffy's mind.

"Elly is a hypnotized pet," she whispered in time with the memory of Ma'am's voice breathing that into her ear. Her hips wanted to push forward in a vain attempt to find some friction but she couldn't. She was immobile like hypnotized pet. A low moan escaped her lips.

'I need to look away, I have to look away, I am just like Elly, look somewhere, just for a second.' Those thoughts kept going through her mind, tumbling through a confusing mix of memories from before. 

Hypnotized pet watched fascinated as elly crawled around to present her backside to pet. Her posture as inviting as the scent of her arousal hypnotized pet wasted no time. She was in heat as was elly and Ma'am had told her what to do about it.




Part of the Plan



"I am like a hypnotized pet," someone said. It wasn't until the wave of pleasure swept her up that Buffy realized it was her voice. The sensation rolled down her spine and for a moment she closed her eyes to savor it. For just an instant she lost sight of herself, lost her focus on hypnotized pet. She dove away like she was being fired upon.

Her clothes lay forgotten behind her as she too crawled to elly until her snatch rested against elly's ass. Gently biting elly's neck to keep her still hypnotized pet began humping her fellow pet. She wished she had hands so she could play some more with elly but pets walked on all fours. Ma'am had said so. So instead she pressed down until elly's nipples barely scraped the floor, that helped.

Landing on the floor rubbed her tits against the carpet, which happened to be just enough to set her off. "Oh yes," Buffy purred as she arched her back. Her hips were pumping against the floor as she continued to babble, "fuck me Ma'am, please fuck your fuckpet."

Breathing hard she came back down to Earth. "Fuck," she summed up. 'I can't do this, I gotta put an end to this now, today. If I go through this tomorrow too...' She shivered at the not-quite thought out consequences. Made all the more frightening because she couldn't muster up true apprehension. The anticipation gave it too sweet a flavor to really call it that.

'I can't do it, but Restrainer told me to go undercover tomorrow and...and...and I just can't say no.' She thought she might gather enough of her wits to deny Restrainer here in the privacy of her room but once she was confronted with Rachel. Once she looked into those eyes Buffy already knew she would cave. 'This case is doing something to me, changing me. I have to put a stop to it, but Ma-Restrainer told me not tooooo.' Her mind became very quiet as an idea struck her.

'Restrainer didn't actually order me not to do anything tonight, she just told me what we were going to do tomorrow.' But Restrainer had made clear that she thought trying to bust into that club tonight was a bad idea. Her stomach got queasy at the thought of disappointing Restrainer but the faint panic she felt at the prospect of staying like this was enough to remind her that she shouldn't give a damn about what Rachel thought.

Resolutely she got up and padded over to the closet to retrieve a uniform. She had completely forgotten about the red collar still wrapped around her throat.

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Rachel was back in her regular clothes staring at what she had been wearing to the club. "I can't believe I let myself be swept up like that," she told no one in particular. "I went way overboard on the whole 'Mistress and Slave' thing." She nodded. She had actually forgotten for a while that they were just playing a part. "I should apologize to Buffy, tell her I just...'

Now Rachel blushed. 'Tell her what? That I enjoyed watching her crawl across the room like a bitch in heat? That my dream of a house with a white-picked fence now suddenly includes a naked Animes lounging on the patio floor?' Her blush deepened as her imagination provided her with the image to go with that last thought.

"Right," Restrainer said as she got up. "I'll just stick to saying I'm sorry and maybe I should offer her to put her outfit in the washer." She pinched her lips. 'While not saying anything on why hers needs to be cleaned. Yeah, that would be for the best.'

Having made up her mind she quickly strode out her room and to Animes' door, knocking on it without pause. "Animes, it's me. Can I come in, are you decent? I just wondered if I could put your clothes in the washer." There was no reply. She knocked again. "Animes, I know you haven't gone to sleep yet and... we need to talk. I need to talk," she amended.

"Are you alright?" She asked as the silence continued. In the back of her head, suspicion began to rise up like a fogbank. "I'm coming in," and so she did. The room doors hadn't come with locks and neither of them knew how to install them. So it really was only a mutual agreement that kept them from barging in whenever they felt like it. And right now Rachel didn't feel like honoring that agreement.

She easily found the clothes she had planned on washing for Animes. They were lying on the floor but of the feral superhero herself there was neither hide nor hair. "Oh, she didn't." Spreading the puddle of clothes out with her toe Rachel noted that the collar she had given Animes wasn't there. Nor anywhere else in the room.

Her apologetic mood was now truly shattered and the suspicion had evaporated in the blazing sun of certainty. 'That idiot is going to the club. After I told her not to! She's always been a loose cannon but this is remarkably reckless even for her.' She sighed. 'And who is going to clean it all up? Well, this is going to be the last time. Forget apologizing, it's time for groveling.'

Running out of Animes' room she was already shedding off her clothing not caring where it landed.

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Prowling around the club Animes sought for a stealthy entry point. A place she could slip in without triggering any alarms. Her logical target were the windows just below the roof so she scrambled up the wall using her claws. She had been around three-quarters of the building already and doubt began to creep in once more. 'Maybe I should have waited. It wasn't like I didn't enjoy it.' 

She was on her back resting on her elbows as elly's tongue assaulted her pussy. 'Sooo good. Would Ma'am like it if her pet had a tongue-stud too?'

She shook her head to dispel that thought. That almost caused her to miss that opening she had been looking for. Her keen eyes picked out the broken wire that told Animes she could sneak in there. It was dark inside but that didn't deter the feral, she didn't need much light to see. She had already noticed from just looking through the windows that this floor was above the club but she couldn't tell anything else. It seemed to be just a bare corridor with all the rooms on its left. No way to look inside of them from where Animes was now.

Standing in that corridor Animes took a deep breath, then smiled. While there had been a number of females up here, it was nothing like what had been in the club and she could just pick out that odd non-smell of Mesmeri. The supervillain's attempt to fool her nose had been smart but obviously hadn't worked. She blinked as she suddenly realized that she hadn't tried tracking Mesmeri from the crime-scene with her nose. 'Because it wouldn't have worked obviously,' she argued.

Shrugging the whole thing off Animes stalked towards the only door in sight. She didn't open it immediately, instead she went stock-still to soak up every sound she could trying hard to discern what she might expect once inside. Nothing, she could hear nothing. Obviously it was soundproofed like downstairs.

Readying herself she opened the door as quick as she could without making a sound in the process. The room was as bare as the corridor but beyond it was another door, a steel one and Mesmeri's scent lead straight to it.

A surge of savage satisfaction took hold of Animes. Finally she could come to grips with all the confusing feelings this case had saddled her with. And pound the living daylights out of her until she was once again herself. With a roar she launched herself at the door not even considering the possibility the door would hold.

And it didn't because at her first touch it swung open, obviously not locked. With an oomph Animes landed rather clumsily turning it into a roll that ended with her on all fours, ready to jump every which way.

This room had some sparse furnishings consisting of a simple bed, a desk with a laptop and an executive chair. That chair held the one person who reacted in any way to Animes' entry.

Looking up from her book Mesmeri didn't seem surprised at the intrusion. "And my fourth accomplice has finally arrived. Welcome Animes."

"Accomplice?" The superhero couldn't help but exclaim. "Fourth?" And her eyes darted to the bed and the three naked girls on it. Their bodies were glistening with sweat and she had no problem making out their breathless whispers as they pleasured each other. She had already taken note of them and noticed they looked familiar... 'Those three! The ones that looked so out of place in the club.'

"Yes, my fourth accomplice. These three helped me get Kristelot's book and cover it up so no one should take note of it until after I made my escape. While you, you bought me the time I needed to gather the complete set."

Animes shook her head in denial. "I've been trying to stop you, not help you. Because I don't help criminals, I put them away," she stood up.

"But you did not, now did you? You did not think to track me down and who was the one that let herself be captivated by those lovely lights? Just when I needed something to keep Restrainer occupied while I made my escape?" Mesmeri got up as well, carefully laying down the book on the seat she had vacated. All the while the three girls on the bed continued with their activities. The sounds they were making started to grate on Animes, made certain memories flare up.

"My accomplice you are. Unwilling, unwitting and utterly unthinking." She raised her had, pointing her palm at Animes. "Because here you are, without a plan, without back-up and without any idea how to stop yourself from giving in. From staring at those pretty lights that will melt your pliable mind into a bubbling puddle of devotion. And you so want to melt, do you not?"

The heroine was frozen on the spot while her heart thumped in her chest. It was just like their last encounter, but so much worse. There was no Restrainer to rescue her this time and part of her was already melting. A strangled peep came out of her in answer of Mesmeri's question. Even Animes didn't know if it was a denial or a plea for Mesmeri to fire away.

"But you are not in the proper position to receive your reward. If you want to see those wonderful lights you need to kneel, you want to 

get rid of that pesky uniform. The one that keeps your beauty from my admiring eyes."

"Yesss," she hissed as her knees hit the bare concrete floor. Her hand easily parted the self-sealing fastener of her uniform only taking a detour to tweak one of her nipples. And during all of this her eyes didn't move a millimeter away from Mesmeri's palm.

"Oh, I see you already went to the trouble of collaring yourself for me. Did you secretly dream of becoming mine? That you would be remolded into my personal fuckpet perhaps?"

This remark stopped Buffy's hand from going lower. 'Her fuckpet? No, I'm Ma'am's fuckpet. I belong to nobody. Only to Ma'am. Except Mesmeri wants me so...' She was being pulled in three directions at once, it was all so confusing. 'Did it mean Ma'am had mindfucked her too? That would be so very hot, so very wrong. I'm Mesmeri's accomplice, just like Elly. Elly is a hypnotized pet.'

Buffy whined, her sex only getting hotter as the conflicting thoughts whirled around in her head. "I see you do require a final push. Open those eyes for me, big and wide so the light can penetrate nice and deep."

"I don't think so," an angry voice came from behind. Purple energy enveloped Mesmeri's hands and bands of that same energy appeared on her legs. Before Mesmeri could do more than be surprised her hands were forced behind her back and it was her turn to kneel. Another band of purple energy now appeared around her waist trapping her arms against her sides.

'Those are forcefields,' Buffy's befuddled mind provided. It was only now that she placed the voice, it was Restrainer! Relief washed over her, leaving her feeling weak and jittery. All she was capable of was staying put.

Restrainer herself strode over to Mesmeri. "Hello dear." Mesmeri's voice was still calm and confidant. "I see you are angry, but that is unnecessary. Just one quick peek at my lightshow and you will feel so much better. A quick peek cannot hurt you, now can it?"

Restrainer didn't even slow down. "No, I don't think so." Bypassing an apparently stimied Mesmeri she snatched up the book the supervillain had been reading. "Got the book but what did you with the..." She stopped after opening the book, apparently surprised by something. "This isn't Kristelot's book, what did you do with it?"

With two quick steps she was besides a still struggling Mesmeri. Her suit had fasteners similar to Restrainer's so she didn't have any problem getting it off. But it didn't reveal the short mop of black hair and the mature appearance that they both knew. Instead the locks were blond and they were faced with a far more youthful visage. The girl was wearing earbuds and her expression even now was rapturous. 

It wasn't the face either Restrainer or Buffy had expected but they did know her. "Sparkler! What the hell are you doing here impersonating Mesmeri?" Restrainer asked. Sparkler was a fellow heroine who was based in Bay City. Capable of using light attacks to confuse opponents she wasn't supposed to be able to do the kind of things Buffy thought Mesmeri had done. Or impersonate a supervillain for that matter.

Sparkler ignored her, still struggling futily against the forcefields. Perhaps thinking that she hadn't heard her, Restrainer plucked out one of the earbuds and held it to her own ear to find out what the supposed superhero was listening to.

It was faint from where Buffy was but her enhanced hearing helped her to make out a few of the words. "Mistress loves you...She trusts you...don't disappoint Mistress...obey..." There was more and it was Mesmeri's voice speaking the words. Buffy took another look at the hood and saw some device were the mouth should go. That solved the mystery on how Mesmeri had gotten her new power, she hadn't.

Buffy barely heard Rachel's whisper, "so she got to you."

Something in Rachel's voice made her feel very uncomfortable. She didn't know why, the League had the expertise to deprogram Sparkler so no real harm was done. Trying to break the silence she started talking. "Thanks, I was really worried..." She began to stand up but stopped midway as Restrainer suddenly blocked her view of the bound criminal.

Her body radiated anger. "And you, you stupid girl." Bending over she grabbed the ring of the collar and lifted Buffy's head up a little. Automatically her leg folded back under her so Buffy was kneeling again, her face was upturned and very close to Restrainer's.

"You knew it was dangerous, you knew Mesmeri had a weapon you couldn't-no, you didn't want to defend from and on top of it all you didn't have a plan. Did you want to end up like Sparkler?" Not giving Buffy the chance to respond she continued, "it's always like this, you expect me to do all the work but fancy yourself as the leader."

"I...I..." Buffy wanted to say more but seeing Restrainer act like this shook her to the bone. And it was a pleasant tremble at that.

"Well no more. You are incapable of restraint, but I am not. I'll just have to provide it for you. And you want that."

Buffy couldn't think, only respond. "Yes, Ma'am."

The other hand came down and stroked her hair. "Good, you're just like Elly."

Her eyes widened as Buffy felt those words resonate within her. 'What is she talking about? I am just like Elly.' The world got a little blurry for a second. 'That hypnosis stuff, I am a hypnotized pet, isn't that supposed to be gone. And even if there isn't, I am just like Elly.' The world wasn't just getting blurry, it was getting comfortable too. Like a fluffy cloud. 'Isn't there some induction or something, I am a hypnotized pet, staring at a watch and the like?'

Thinking of staring brought her experience in the club to mind. Focussing on Elly, staring so hard at her. Her whole world vanishing as she relaxed in place. Until she let go and Buffy was just like Elly. Something clicked into place. "I am a hypnotized pet," she answered.

The hand kept stroking her and she purred in approval. Hypnotized pet liked petting, her owner had said she did.

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"I am a hypnotized pet," one of the superheroes said. Her dreamy voice floated through the speakers. The angle of the camera wasn't very good but that didn't matter to Mesmeri all that much. Neither did the fact that she lost one of her more valuable acquisitions.

'It's not like I can't get her back on a later date.' Oh sure, the League would return her to normal, probably even add some defenses. But what was the use of reinforcing the walls if the foundation was weak? At heart Sparkler was a girl desperate for love and having been given a taste of what Mesmeri could provide she would come running back at the first reminder.

At least she put the goods in the mail. Too bad they haven't arrived yet, it would have been so much sweeter to watch this with Kristelot's 'Submission' in my lap.'

On the monitor the one with the purple hair was now whispering into the other's ear. The micro-phone couldn't pick most of it up, something about a tongue-stud? She was still petting the kneeling woman with one hand but the other was busy in the brunette's crotch. Well, to be precise it was the brunette that was enthusiastically impaling herself on the purple-head's fingers.

"Still, who would have thought this would happen? Outcome G-2." She smiled. "Guess I did but think it likely? No." Leaning back she beckoned one of her retainers to come. "But I am very happy with this one. It offers so many possibilities. And with a few more encounters she might just be perfect for 'the more the merrier'. Oh yes, right there dear. Only your tongue for now, lets draw this out."

THE END



Part of The Procedure?



{I haven't been writing much lately, for one thing my wife Debra is gone off to school so all week, and sometimes two in a row I am here at home by myself.

I guess I don't like it all that much, but we do what we have to.

For some reason with an empty house I find myself spending more time down at the jetty fishing than sitting around writing.

Sometimes I even catch one the fucking Sea Lions missed. I used to catch a half dozen nice ones each trip, now it's just one, maybe two, sometimes even skunked. Way our world is getting.

For sex? I suppose I could do like most people do, and masturbate. But I don't, way back I did but not any more. I got used to my Debs being around and she often does that for me which with her being gone most of the time now, it's tough.

I haven't even had Nikola, our massage therapist over, with Debs gone that doesn't seem right somehow.

So I have been toughing it out, it was only a year, just a few months to go now.

Anyway, this short little story is about one more crazy incident in my life, not all that erotic I don't think.}

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My wife Debs is off at school. Hard to fathom since she is 59 now, but old Doc Barker passed away and the clinic Debra works at as a Registered Nurse Practioner needs a Doctor on staff.

Some law I guess, and with all of the changes in the medical system lately, finding and keeping a Physician on staff is not exactly easy. Every other clinic spends most of their time trying to hire the other clinic's Doctors, way it is in the modern world.

My Debra really is close to being a Doctor, she became a certified Nurse Practioner years ago and was working on her PHD. Then the job came open at our local clinic and since she owned a home here, she grabbed the position as a Registered Nurse and didn't quite finish the graduate portion.

Of course becoming a Physician meant she would probably end up employed lord knows where and her roots were right here on the Oregon coast.

Debs figured that was a heck of a good deal, living in her family home, which was all paid for, and working just 10 blocks away?

She more or less ran the local clinic anyway after just a couple of years, everyone who works there is a nurse except for old Doc Barker who was mostly a figure head.

All he ever did was sign documents that required a full fledged Doctor, and sometimes try to horn in on a few medical procedures if the patient was young, cute, and female.

Everyone there was onto that, of course.

The nurses were all smart enough to never leave the 85 year old coot alone with anyone, so it all worked.

Then they found him in his chair, his half smoked cigar sitting in his ash tray, a shot of Wild Turkey in a glass on his desk.

Nice and peaceful, he just sat down and went to sleep. Never woke up, it's the way we all want to go, to be honest.

After five Doctors came and went in the space of maybe a year and a half, the company asked Debra to go finish her schooling, they would pay for it? Not a bad deal at all, so she took them up on it.

Kind of a giant raise, too, from her roughly $95K per year to a tad over 200K? Let's just say it didn't take a hell of a lot of thinking.

Of course the school is only 1800 miles away?

Which means I get to see my wife maybe twice a month, and it's back to being all alone a good portion of the time. I did that for 10 long years before I met Debs, but this was only going to be a bit over a year, hell, I could handle that.

OK. That pretty much brings us up to date.

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One morning I was in the bathroom doing my business, I am a pretty healthy old guy for being 72.

I thought so anyway.

Until I looked down, it appeared I passed about a pint of blood??

Things like that can scare the shit out of...well, you know.

Not good, so I went to the clinic to be checked. I didn't call Debs, no reason to get her all upset until I knew for sure what was going on.

Jennifer checked me out, no big deal there since she has had a finger up my rump at least a half dozen times.

Jennifer is my own Nurse, some silly rule says it can't be my perfectly good medical professional I have at home.

Yep, same Jennifer that grabbed me way back and got that sperm sample the first nurse I had named Olivia ordered. So we are pretty used to each other, nice because we can talk about anything as easily as I can with my Debs.

"Danny, we see so many bleeding cases with older males that I think it probably nothing but I need to send you to Portland to have them check you out and make sure, OK?" She told me.

Just what I wanted to do, but she made the appointment for me. Great, a 340 mile round trip.

Three days later I was on the freeway driving Debra's nice Camaro. I could have taken my big Dodge turbo but it's a 170 mile drive one way and I need to tow a Shell station along behind in my own rig.

Debs was back East and she flies back and forth so no problem there using her car. Plus it is surprisingly comfortable, plenty of room even for my six foot frame.

I got to the hospital right on time, the place was fairly efficient. I only sat there 10 minutes past my appointment time.

Inside, this painfully young Doctor named Martins, ( I think) asked me a bunch of questions. Looking for some sign or clue I guess, the truth is I felt just fine, and I bled the one time and nothing after that.

An older nurse came in and had me put on one of those silly gowns that leave a person bareassed, you know the kind I mean, pretend modesty?

Then they put me in this big machine for about 5 minutes, it looked like something the might use to teleport things off to Mars. Two nurses running that, I was thinking they had one hell of a good job. Stick a person in, push a button, pull the person out, next patient.

In no time I was back in the little office.

Hell, I knew what was coming since they had given me the two gallons of lime flavored battery acid the day before, and I got to spend most of the evening on a toilet getting myself stripped out.

Still no more blood though, trust me, I looked.

Then in comes this tiny little black nurse.

I mean, TINY! Maybe 4'8" tall, she looked like one of those little dolls we see in the toy department at Walmart.

Cute as a bug's ear too, perfect sized bumps in the front of her rather modest white smock.

"Please come with me, sir." She asked, nice bright smile on her face.

OK. Heck, I would have followed her anywhere. I was enjoying watching her fanny twitch while walking down the hall so much I almost forgot about my bare ass hanging out.

People running around everywhere, ignoring me, I guess they are used to seeing old men with their butts bare? I was trying my best to hold the back side of the silly gown shut with one hand and not having much success at that.

She put me in a little room, all there was were two chairs and an examination table with the usual white paper over it. There was some machine that looked like a small crane, and a TV screen.

"Hop up on the table, sir." She asked, then she sat down right in front of me on a little roller stool, asked me for my name and my birth date. They do that now to keep better track so some poor guy with an ingrown toenail doesn't end up getting his kidney removed.

"The Doctor will be in to do the procedure shortly, I just need to ask you some questions."

"OK." I was sitting on the exam table with my hands trying to fold the too damned short gown down between my legs and this overly short and overly cute nurse was sitting right in front of me where I was reasonably sure she had a pretty good view of my balls.

Plus my dick which by then was demonstrating interest because I had just followed this cute thing down the hallway watching her fanny wiggle?

Me with no wife for nearly two full weeks, OK, so I am 72 but I am used to about twice a week and sometimes three and let's just say I was behind my schedule.

So here I was, horny as hell, barely covered, a white haired 72 year old coot looking at a sweet young thing, my dick doing it's own thing? 

So sure as hell I am going to come off as one perverted old bastard, right?

"The Doctor wants me to make sure you won't have any...issues...that might interfere with the procedure." She was still smiling.

"Issues?" I admit that confused me.

"Doctor Martins wants me to..make sure you don't react during the procedure, it can cause complications." She actually blushed, delightful.

Let me tell you, a cute little black nurse blushing was a fun thing to see. 

I couldn't help it, I laughed. I mean, come on. I might react to my Debs sticking her finger back there but some guy with a crowbar and camera on it just does not do a thing for me.

React? No way in hell am I going to react to that. React with what? Clamp down maybe, hop off the table and take a swipe at him, hell, it was just a colonoscopy.

"I am not sure what you mean by that?" I asked her, honestly puzzled.

"You know, have a..male response, an...erection?" She was blushing again.

"OH! I don't know, I doubt that will be a problem, I'm not...?" Lord, did she think I was gay or something? 

Then it hit me. OK, sometimes I am a bit dense.

"It's been awhile, what do you want me to do?" I asked.

"I can...give you some magazines...if you need them?" She said.

"Magazines? You mean, you want me to...masturbate?" I asked her.

"Well..unless that is difficult for you, if so then I can..assist." 

I guess I stared at her for several long seconds.

"Assist?" Did I hear that right? Did she mean what it sounded like she meant?

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Now back at our clinic down at the coast, one of the older nurses came in and got a sample after I tried and tried on my own without success. I was 65 back then, Medicare physical stuff. I was probably best described as out of shape, old, and putting in my time before dying. Beating off into a little cup was not what I would call an erotic experience, I was trying but the dang thing wasn't cooperating one bit.

All I could think of back then was in all of the times I had ever been to see a Doctor in my entire life, not once had any of them asked me to beat off into a cup.

Then magazines with photos of completely naked females with their legs spread? That just does not do it for me, never has. Now if my Debra comes into the bedroom and does things like plop down on the bed to clip her toenails. Nude?

Oh, yeah!

Some gal giving me a tittie peek like happened in the Walmart parking lot a year or so ago?

Oh yeah!

That DOES do it for me, maybe I am weird I guess. 

I guess I wasted about 15-20 minutes of their valuable time that day at the clinic, because suddenly in comes nurse Jennifer, latex gloves on, ready for action.

Took her about 30 seconds too, no nonsense about it at all, that one I never forgot.

Some people will claim that this kind of stuff NEVER happens in the medical field, I will be the one to say it does too, since that did happen.

If you knew my Debra, you would understand.

"We have to do SOMETHING or you old farts will sit home and die before you will come to see us." Now I bet I have heard my Debra say that at least two dozen times.

Which means old coots get their stuff checked out fairly regularly down at Debra's clinic, just trying to keep everything working and making their lives better.

They don't actually do anything out of line, not really, but most men do get their junk checked out, for lumps and bumps and to see if things work OK.

The truth is that it all works very well, way better than most clinics.

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"I guess it might be best if you maybe...assisted....?" I finally grinned broadly at her. Hell, now I was a bit pink cheeked myself so I said that trying to be funny.

"OK." She reached over and got two clear latex gloves, tugged them on. I noticed that her tiny little hands didn't really fill the gloves.

Holy smokes, it looked like she was serious. Was this cute nurse really going to whack me off right here in a hospital as part of a medical procedure?

Then she picked up a small bottle of lotion, rubbed some on her hands and reached under the hem of the gown. 

I guess I jumped a bit at her first touch.

"Sorry, my hands are a little cold." She said.

That wasn't it but I didn't say anything.

At first her hands were under the gown as she rubbed what was now a rather nicely full blown erection, then she tugged the gown up and looked.

"It does look nice, well formed. It's very firm for a mature men. I really like it not having any hair on it." She said, her expression was one of fascination. 

(Yes, Debra and I both get waxed, she doesn't like hair in her teeth. I told her once she was supposed to suck, not chew, but I ended up in a waxing parlor anyway. I wrote that story, it's on this website someplace.)

With this pretty young black lady it was like she was talking about the weather or something. Yet she was talking about my stuff, while using two hands to masturbate me? Then she reached down and stroked my testicles, dang that felt good.

"How am I doing?" She asked me.

Damn, she was doing every bit as good as my wife Debra can do and Debs is an expert!

Once again I didn't answer, I mean, suggest something a person is supposed to say in a situation like this?

Here is a nearly naked old man, dick sticking about straight up, cute black nurse that I had no idea even what her name was, busily rubbing the old pecker?

She was using both hands in a strange manner that in my many long years no one had ever done to me.

Now most women grab hold and run their hand up and down, some kind of instinct that does not need to be taught although quite a few could use some pointers.

(Just now as I write this it flashed into my mind having a tiny little Vietnamese woman do a hand job back in about 1965 or 66, most of us on leave went that way because if you stuck it inside one of those women, a few days later a medic would be sticking something in our asses. Sure, we had condoms but you know how government is, cheap stuff. The damn things loved to break as lots of the guys found out.

That tiny little woman gripped my shaft with one hand and rubbed the end of it with the other palm, that was different. She knew about men also, it's not the shaft that gets it off, it's right out there on the end.)

This little woman was rolling her hands back and forth with her palms, fingers stuck straight out? My foreskin was now rolled back and she was right on the knob. Every now and then she would slide her hands all the way down and back up, doing that odd rolling it between her palms. Then she would grip the shaft for a few seconds and reach out with the other hand, stroking my testicles, then right back to that rolling technique.

It took me a moment to realize that she had to because her hands were so small her fingers would barely reach all the way around?

Now I am perhaps a bit bigger than average in that respect, although I am far from huge. She was looking down at me, her face mildly screwed up, her tongue sticking out ever so slightly.

It really did look hilarious, I managed to stifle a laugh. Oh, all right, I didn't quite manage to stifle that laugh. Kind of a snicker, I guess.

"Is this OK?" She asked me again, looking up.

OK? Is it OK? Hell, it was great, but I didn't answer because just about then I let go. I mean, like POW, it shoots out all over her forearm. 2nd surge splashes on her smock.

Bit of a mess, I guess she wasn't quite ready since that was rather quick.

"Oops." She says, trying to control things with a wad of tissue she reached quickly for.

Then she giggled, big broad grin on her face.

Now many women will let go the instant a man starts to ejaculate, some I guess go overly sensitive? But I don't and she seemed to sense that because she increased the speed with one hand now and tightened her grip which felt fantastic.

Finally after milking me out onto the wad of tissue she came up with, she stood up and dropped that into a nearby waste basket.

She turned back to me and smiled. I was sitting on the edge of the table, leaned back with my arms behind me for support, gown hiked up to my waist. The old dick still pointed almost straight up.

"There. That should...." Then she looked down.

"Oh! You are still...?" I realized that yes, I was still erect. Now sometimes, rarely I concede, I can manage to get right back up again. A goodly part of that is having a wife like my Debra, lord is she good at getting about everything out of me that I have to give.

But this completely and totally unexpected situation was HOT! Yep, had me going.

"I guess I had better....Wow, you are certainly virile?" The woman sat back down, reached over and got another pair of gloves and went right back to it.

In the middle of that there was a light tapping on the door, she called out that she needed a few more minutes and whoever it was left.

That sort of caused me to soften up a bit, last thing I wanted was the Doctor to burst in right at that moment. But she knew what she was doing and I was right back up in a minute or so.

The second time took her a solid ten minutes, the first time was closer to one I think. There was some up and down with both hands, more of that weird rolling her hands back and forth.

Watching her work, she seemed to be enjoying the hell out of herself, again the tip of her tongue peeked out, her face screwed up almost like she was getting off herself.

I managed to fire off another one, not quite as messy this time.

Needless to say, that did in my erection. Out came more tissue, she wiped me all up.

"There you go." She said with the sweetest smile I ever saw.

A few minutes later, the Doctor, the one I assumed was named Martins, came in.

I sat there doing my very best to appear completely innocent.

Big smile, he shook my hand.

"All ready to go, Rwanda?" He asked the young woman.

"Yes, Doctor." She smiled, he just nodded to her and busied himself with the equipment. Meanwhile Rwanda got me lying down on my left side, my right leg pulled up to my chest.

"So how are we doing? Are you comfortable?" The Doctor asked me.

"Yes, I am fine." I told him.

"Please prep the patient." The Doctor asked the Nurse, I noticed she was tugging on fresh gloves.

Rwanda reached out and slid a tiny well lubed finger up my rearend, wiggled it around for a few seconds.

By then I figured out that Doctor Martins knew all about what had happened earlier.

I got to watch on the TV screen as he shoved that horrible thing up my rear end. The first part of the view from outside is rather gross, but once inside it's interesting.

Well, as interesting as looking up your own ass can be, I suppose.

He found a polyp that had torn, the obvious source of the brief heavy bleed I had, and he told me he banded that, whatever that means. He also took a biopsy, assuring me it was probably nothing but it never hurt to check.

So, I got dressed and ready to leave when the tiny little nurse came back in. I was just tugging up my pants. She handed me a business card with her name on it. 

Rwanda Morgan, it said. "Licensed massage therapy."

"If you get back to town, call me." She told me with a giggle. I did notice one thing different, the top of her smock was now partially unbuttoned, I was sure it had not been before.

I could see a small expanse of creamy brown breast, the upper edge of a violet lace edged bra.

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The entire experience was completely different from any I have had in my life, and the part that really floored me was the card and the "Call me?" part?

For what? Was this perhaps 25-26 year old little black nurse interested in me, a 72 year old white guy?

Naw, couldn't be that.

Not likely as a boyfriend, so far more likely she was building herself a side business?