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The Patrol

By: zshadow



So it's been a long day and I'm exhausted. On today's patrol we only had two IEDs detonate on us, but thank God our technology defeated those attempts. No one was injured this time and we actually killed a couple of those bastards. I never thought I'd be so indifferent to killing until they started trying to kill me daily. The thoughts of everyone back home keep me going, but it's the dreams of you that keep me sane.

As I drag myself into my room, I put my weapon down and start to strip off my body armor. No matter how much I wear it, it never becomes comfortable... I just notice it less and less. Wonderful. Soaked with sweat thru the uniform again. Oh well, at least the laundry is free. That's my third uniform this week and it's only Tuesday. After I rip off all my patches (damn Velcro... I still think that was one of the stupidest ideas the Army has had yet, next to the beret), I throw the uniform in a pile with the other two and promise to remember to drop them off tomorrow on my way outside of the wire, just like I promised last night.

I grab my shower stuff and head to the bathroom. I guess that's one thing I can be thankful for... RHIP (Rank Has Its Privileges). On this FOB (Forward Operating Base), Captains get their own room and share a bathroom. That way I don't have to walk a half a mile to the trailers each time I need to use the facilities. It also gives me a little more privacy, especially since my battle buddy and I are on opposite patrols, it gives me a little more alone time. 

I pass the mirror and stop to make sure I didn't miss any injuries that might need to be looked at by Doc again. Nope, not this time. The only injury I've had was the shrapnel wound to my shoulder eight weeks ago, and it's healing well. Who knows? Doc did such a good just with the 7 sutures that you might not even notice it. I still haven't told you because I know how much more you worry since I volunteered to give up my medical position to go out and run patrols when our mission changed. Before I leave, I wonder how much weight I really have lost. I turn on the cold spigot and wait. Been in country for nearly 6 months now and I still have that silly belief that the cold spigot might put out something cooler than 110 degrees. But at least it doesn't scald you like the hot spigot does. I finally step in and the hot water burns at first but then I finally get used to the temperature and it's almost relaxing. My shoulders start to relax and I can feel the sleep monster attacking fast. I know I've got to hurry before it takes hold so I rush thru my shower and turn off the water. I towel off and wrap the towel around my waist like I do at home. I walk back into my room and sit in my recliner. I don't know who originally bought it, but I'm glad they couldn't take it home with them. As I lay back I drift away staring at the picture of our getaway to Catalina Island...

We had finally decided it was time to meet in person. Neither one of us was quite sure of what to expect, but whatever it would be, we knew it would be wonderful. Los Angeles was ideal. I knew plenty of places in the area so we'd always have something to do if we needed it. I flew thru the night so I'd be ready for you when you arrived. You weren't sure what to expect as I hadn't shared my plans with you. I just told you to pack clothes for going out and also for the beach. When you got off the plane, you walked out and looked for me, or at least what you thought I'd look like from the pictures we had exchanged. Just when you thought something may have been wrong, you saw a non-descript man in a suit coat holding a piece of cardboard with you name written on it. Confused you walk up to him and before you could even ask, he tells you that you need to hurry because I am waiting for you. He helps with your luggage and then takes you outside. He opens the door to a luxurious Mercedes and in the back seat you find a small bouquet of flowers and a half bottle of wine with a note. As the car pulls away, you read the note: "Enjoy a drink before your next flight. See you soon. Love, Me." You pour a glass of wine and ponder where the next flight could lead. Your ticket ended at LAX. About forty-five minutes later the door opens again. The driver helps you out and you notice you're at a small airport. He escorts you over to a waiting helicopter and loads your bags. As he drives away, the helicopter starts to vibrate and you can feel the ground pulling away from you. 

Your excitement is mixed with anticipation since you've never been in a helicopter before. As you get about a thousand feet up in the air, you lose your breathe with the sights. You can see LAX about 10 miles away and the beach just within your reach. As the helicopter is turning you even catch a glimpse of the Hollywood sign (a rarity in LA that the air is that clear). Then you start heading over a large hill, the Palos Verdes Peninsula. PV has perhaps even more money than Beverly Hills and as you fly over the houses, you can see how obvious it is. When the helicopter gets to the top of the mountain you can see ocean on all three sides. Dead ahead, as if it's just floating in the sea, there is an island. You know immediately from hearing my stories that must be Santa Catalina Island, 26 miles from the Los Angeles coastline. You can see why I fell in love with that place.

About halfway there, you notice a few boats gathered in the waters below and ask the pilot what's going on. He explains that it's migration season and there's a pod of Grey Whales down below. Usually he wouldn't be allowed to take you for a close look, but since it's a private charter, he's happy to get you a closer look. You drop down to a few hundred feet and are amazed at such a site. You'd never imagine such a large creature and being so close to it. The pilot then looks at his watch and says that he can't be late, so he starts back towards the island. Another ten minutes and he's putting the helicopter down on the pier, which he explains is quite an oddity since they usually have land another mile away.

A bagboy grabs your luggage into a golf cart and then disappears. As you turn to chase after him, the pilot yells at you: "He's waiting for you" and throws you a key before he starts to take off again. You look at the key and it says Sea Side Cottage 103. You look around the small little town of Avalon (only 1 square mile) and see about a block off the main strip a sign for the Sea Side Cottage. You figure this has got to be the place and pick up your purse and start walking.

You can't believe how beautiful the weather is and you even take off your cover up that you were wearing earlier. It's nearly 80 out, but the gentle sea breeze makes you hardly notice. As you get to the hotel, you notice a few little stand alone cottages, but you can't seem to find 103. After some searching you see a small sign pointing down this path on the other side of this hill. You follow the sign and about 500 feet later you find a secluded cottage with its own private beach. As you walk closer you see the number 103 on the door. You turn the key and the door opens. You suddenly remember why you've come out here and your anticipation rises again. The journey was so beautiful that you had forgotten your destination.

You take a few steps inside and then you hear my voice from within: "I was getting worried you'd become lost." You drop your purse next to the rest of your bags and start searching for me. You find a kitchen, dining room, living room and bedroom, but you can't find me. Finally, you're starting to pout like a child when you see a patio door you had missed the first time thru. You open it and as you step outside you see me standing there, holding a single red rose for you. You run up and throw your arms around my neck and passionately kiss me. So much for introductions, but it doesn't matter since we already know each other so well. I return your kiss and wrap my arms around your waist. After the kiss we still hold on to each other in a strong embrace, nothing needing to be said. With your head on my chest you can hear my heart racing. We look into each other's eyes and smile. You finally say hello.

We stand there enjoying one another's embrace and comfort as we look out over our own private cove. You've never seen such a picturesque place before... and it's all ours for the weekend. Few words are spoken, but they are heavily weighted with multiple meanings and innuendos. Most of the next hour is just spent smiling and kissing. I finally tell you that you look exhausted so I lead you around the corner of the patio and there's an oversized chaise lounge. On table next to it is a small plate with some cheese & crackers, grapes and a bottle of chilled Chardonnay. You look at me playfully and say "you wouldn't be trying to seduce me, now would you?" I smile, but I never do answer your tease and it just makes you grin more. You have one of the most beautiful smiles I have ever seen and your eyes radiate happiness and beauty.

I place you on the chaise and cuddle facing you so we can kiss and I can taunt you with gentle kisses from behind your ear down your neck to just below your collar bone. In between kisses I feed you grapes after dipping them in the sweet Chardonnay. As I go in for a kiss, I quickly dive a little lower and kiss the top of your breasts, still covered by your blouse. Next thing you know I have somehow undone three of the buttons on your blouse with nothing more than my mouth and tongue. You moan imagining what else I could do with my tongue and hope you will find out soon. With a smile you help remove your blouse and I stare at how firm and beautiful your breasts are and I can see your nipples pointing at me affectionately thru your white lacy bra. Finally I reach behind you and help reposition you face down on the chaise and I swing a leg over so I'm straddling you just below your hips. You can feel a stiffness beneath my khakis and you're breathless with anticipation for what's coming next.

I unbutton my own shirt and drop it on the floor next to yours. When I lean forward to nibble on your ear, our flesh touches and there is so much warmth and electricity between the two of us. I place my hands on your shoulders and hold your body tight to mine, enjoying the peace that you bring to me. My hand slowly reaches inward and unclasps your bra, which you eagerly help me remove. I reach on the other side of the chaise and pull out a bottle of warmed massage oil. I place a few drops in my hands and start rubbing them together. You can smell the light fragrance of Jasmine and vanilla and it begins to soothe you. I place my hands on your back and start to rub the oil into your skin, adding a little bit more as needed so my hands slide across your skin. I massage your shoulders and every part of your back. When I feel your back has started to relax I run by fingers inside the waist band of your dress to massage your butt and find that you have somewhere found time to remove your panties, if you even wore them at all today. I appreciate how firm it feels beneath my hands and you let out a slight moan. You feel my stiffness twitch when you moan and you immediately get a little wetter anticipating what you know is coming sometime soon. My hands begin exploring your back again, but this time they are concentrating a little more on the outside of your back. Then it finally happens, my hands slip down and reach underneath you to cup your breasts. This takes you by surprise and you let out a quick start followed by a moan of pleasure. I'm massaging your breasts just right, paying just enough attention to your nipples but not forgetting that there's more to a breast than just the nipple.

I'm practically laying on you now with my hands underneath you. It's a perfect position to kiss the back of your neck and ears. I whisper in your ear "I want to be one with you. I want to feel your ecstasy I dream of." You gently push me off you so I'm standing next to the Chaise and you undo my pants expecting them to fall to the floor, but they are caught on my hard cock. But with a simple tug they do fall to the floor. You slide your dress off and then lay me on my back on the Chaise. You get between my legs and lick the precum off the tip of my cock. You lick the shaft and then take my entire swollen member in your mouth at once. I lose my breath and then sigh in pure pleasure. After sucking me for a few minutes, I tell you that I want to give you the same pleasure and reach down to guide your hips over my face, the whole time you never take your lips off my cock. I spread your pussy with my fingers and your wetness drips into my mouth. You taste so wonderful to me that me cock twitches in your mouth. With that temptation, I can no longer hold off and bury my face in your snatch. My tongue alternates between slow wide long licks and firmer, quicker darts into your pussy. After a few minutes of salvation eating you out, I start to hum as my tongue is inside you. At first you wonder what the hell I am doing, but then you feel the vibrations rumble thru your entire pelvic region and realize I know exactly what I am doing. This brings you to the edge of an orgasm and you let out a deep moan, my cock still in your mouth. This has the same effect on me and you can feel my cock start to pulsate, knowing you are about to make me cum. This thought pushes you over the edge and I can feel your pussy suck my tongue inside you as you ride my face. At the same time my cock is emptying itself inside your mouth and throat and you are swallowing every drip, not losing a single beat even thru your earth-shattering orgasm. I continue to lap your pussy, not letting this orgasm subside easily. Minutes after our bodies are done trembling in rhythm I pull you to me and kiss you deeply. I can taste my seed in your mouth and it starts to get me hard again, but this is no surprise to you since you still have your hand on my cock, gently stroking me.

You take my cock as a leash for me and lead me back inside the cottage to bedroom. On our way in, I pull the curtain open to reveal a complete wall of floor to ceiling windows and the view is so beautiful that you have to stop to take it in. I take this opportunity to step in front of you and place my arms on your hips. You cock your head slightly to the side, smile at me and then jump up on me and wrap your legs around my waist. As soon as you're settled in you put a hand on each side of my head and kiss me like I've never been kissed before. The passion is unadulterated and energized to the point that I don't even know what reality I'm in anymore.

I can feel your pussy on me, still dripping with wetness. You feel my hard on tapping you on your bottom, not wanting to be forgotten. You playfully bite you bottom lip while you smile and then reach down between your legs and put my cock inside your pussy, something we have both wanted for some time now. The years of anticipation of this have made this moment even better than I had ever hoped. Your wetness allows me to slip in easily. My cock is so hard now that you can feel the veins as they slide inside of your tightness. We kiss some more as you bounce in my arms, feeling my cock inside of you for the first time. I'm absolutely speechless as to how well we fit together so I lean in and suck on your breast. Without using my hand I get much of your breast and your nipple in my mouth and gently suck it while at the same time flicking my tongue over your nipple as I suck. You toss your head back and let out a shriek of enjoyment.

I shuffle over to the bed and lay you down on your back, assuring that we never break apart. Next thing I know you have somehow flipped me over on my back and are riding me like a horse. I quickly forget about how easily your caught me off-guard when you start bouncing up and down. Your breasts are just perfect, like the rest of you. You were sucking on your finger but now your hands slowly start moving down. One of your hands starts working your clit in time with your bouncing while the other reaches around and plays with my balls. I reach up and massage your breasts and run my hands down your smooth belly and stop on your hips. Our bodies are working together like a machine that was designed to be one.

From our long discussions you know how vulnerable I become when I'm being ridden and you use that to your advantage. You have complete control over me. My guards are down. You take the fingers that were just massaging your clit and tease me with them. Getting them close to my mouth and just as I try to suck them in, you pull away. I want them in my mouth. I need to taste you again. I want you. I need you. Period. Finally you're not quite quick enough and I get one of your fingers in my mouth. I suck every bit of your juice off your finger like my life depended on it. You scream out in pleasure remembering how so recently my mouth was doing the same thing to your pussy. This is the beginning of another orgasm for you so I don't stop. By now your fingers are the least of your concerns. Your other hand has come back up and is massaging your breasts. I reach up and help, which makes your call out my name. I pull you toward me and you collapse on my chest with my head on my shoulder. I turn my head and kiss you behind your ear and you shudder in delight. You briefly lay limp on me, trying to catch your breath, but then you slowly start riding my cock again.

I roll you back over on your back without any resistance from you. I can only imagine how exhausted you must be already, but we're not done yet. You're lying there with your head tilted back and your eyes closed. All you can mumble is something that somewhat resembles "oh my God." I take over and slowly start thrusting in and out of your sopping wet pussy. I look down and see my cock shining with your wetness and it turns me on even more knowing how much we just fit together. I reach down and trace the lips of your pussy with my fingers, paying extra attention to your clit, but not too much because I know how sensitive it is right now. Your hands meet mine and start helping. You're starting to recover from your last orgasm and you're back in the game. You put your legs on my shoulders so you can receive me in your deepest parts. You're breathing starts to quicken again. This time I'm getting close too and I want to come with you, so I speed up my movements. I can feel my balls start to churn. I look down at you and mumble something that you're not able to understand, but you are speaking the same language and reply with the same gibberish. With each thrust you let out a slight yelp. As another orgasm takes over your body, your pussy tightens around my cock once again and starts to milk it. You can feel me start to convulse inside of you uncontrollably and then finally you feel me release myself deep inside you, squirt by squirt. We both moan in ecstasy and you lower your legs so I can collapse next to you.

Our bodies are both covered with a glistening layer of sweat from our primal activities and it glistens in the afternoon sun that is coming in thru the window. I smile as your drift off to sleep. I figure you've earned it so I let you sleep for an hour or so. When you wake, we get ready to head back to town for dinner. I know this fun little Mexican cantina that has some of the best margaritas, so that's where we head. It's a delicious dinner and afterwards we go to the ice cream shop across the walkway and share a fresh made waffle cone. As we're sitting on the fountain in the middle of the street an older couple comes up and asks if "you young love birds" would like them to take a picture for us. We giggle and hand them our camera. Ever since that day I have always kept that picture with me. No matter how bad things get I look at that picture and remember our first weekend together.


The Patrol



Second Lieutenant Ace Diwa scanned his surrounding environment on top of his open commander's cupola of the Leopard 2A5EX Main Battle Tank, behind his tank is a Puma CFV, and two Boxer APCs. His patrol consists of twenty-four men all together task with finding and eradicating any insurgent groups found within his patrol area, a grueling 30 square miles. It has been a week since the regiment arrived and made a name as an effective counter-insurgency and mobile force. Rumors has is that even the Parthians are negotiating some sort of a status quo with the government of Ar'Raq, the Rim-Cat's client government. The sun is slowly setting as the breeze from the marshland of Ar'Raq rushes on to the patrol leader's face. 

"LT did you hear about Captain Macie Curtis?" 

His driver asked as he let the information process through his mind. The second lieutenant is young, barely 23 years of age. For a while he had a crush with the beautiful half Asian female mercenary officer, after what happened to her a couple of days ago, he was shocked and a bit horrified that the woman he have liked has been victimized by these insurgents. 

"Don't believe in rumors Rick," he replied in denial via his comm.

"But LT there were people who said it happened."

"Where they there to witness it happened?"

"No LT."

"Then there's no basis for it to be factual," Ace smiled at his response shutting the man up.

During such long patrols, gossips and talk from the great vine becomes a local subject for bored troopers. Unlike most troopers, he wanted to be alert. Though they have defeated their foes in combat a week before, that does not mean that they are still out there in force, ready to ambush, kill, and take their stance against them.

"Just keep your eyes open Rick," he added, "and that goes to all of you."

"Yes sir," replies from the crew of his 4 combat vehicles.

Ace lowered himself down the turret, closed the hatch, and locked it. He focused on the information within the view screen in front of him and noticed a suspicious thermal image from a patrolling UAV drone a good ten minutes ago. The patrol leader checked and verified his map, finding what he needs. Ace immediately transmitted the information to all the drivers within his patrol.

"We got to check this village out," he explained to his men, "it's about a good 20 miles away. But this looks very fishy to me."

"I agree with you LT," replied the Puma CFV commander.

"Let's get over there as fast as we can and get out. Probably it's nothing to fuss about."

"I hope so Dylan," replied the second lieutenant.

Over a half hour passed as the four combat vehicles entered the outskirt of the village. Ace can feel that there is something not right in this place, he quickly turned on his thermal imager.

"Break right!"

The tank commander shouted as a missile streaked towards them, immediately the driver did what was told instinctively as a chaff dispenser shot out the counter-measure device. An anti-tank guided missile detonated a few yards where the Leopard 2A6EX used to be. Ace turned the turret at the PT-91 that shot the missile from its main gun tube, with an Armor Piercing, Fin Stabilized, Discarding Sabot-Tracer (APFSDS-T) round loaded into his 120mm main cannon, the Rim-Cat patrol leader depressed the thumb button of his joystick. His 120mm gun of the Leopard 2A6EX Main Battle Tank thundered to life, as the round found its mark at the front while the reactive armor held on, another round is loaded and fired at the same target. This time the insurgent's tank exploded ripping the interior of the tank open, raining the immediate area with heated scrap metal. 

"Ambush," Ace informed the rest of his patrol as the three other vehicles reacted properly at the threat. 

The Puma swerved to the left, launching a chaff counter-measure thus avoiding an anti-tank guided missile while the guidance system is confused. A jolt rocked the cavalry fighting vehicle as the missile exploded harmlessly a few yards away. Sergeant Joseph Arevallo swung the turret towards the BTR-3 of the insurgents and let loose a long burst of his 30mm cannon sending rounds after rounds of SABOT shells onto the insurgent's combat vehicle. The BTR-3 exploded as with a tremendous roar, a smile emitted from the Puma's commander's face as he searched for another target. 

"Tiger to base, we're under attack," Ace reported back to their headquarters, "I'm requesting for some reinforcement and air support."

"Base to Tiger, I'm sorry to say this. But you're on your own until some of the other units can fight through their own ambushes as well. The armed UAVs are already in action and will take a good 30 minutes to reload and be sent to aid your unit," replied the Rim-Cat's H.Q.

Fuck, I'm all alone in this one.

Ace thumbs the STAFF (Smart Target Activated Fire and Forget) round to be loaded onto the 120mm main gun of his Leopard 2A6EX Main Battle Tank. He flicks his wrist to the left as another PT-91 Main Battle Tank loomed into view, his thumb depressed on the firing button of the joystick and the sound of thunder echoed throughout the tank as the main gun fired. Loading another STAFF round, he locked on and fired again. Both rounds found their mark as the Leopard zigzags avoiding a direct hit from the PT-91s main cannon. The insurgent's tank exploded as the turret was tossed into the air as the STAFF round detonated upon penetrating through the armor of the doomed insurgent's tank. 

"Infantry, disembark and secure the buildings," Ace Diwa shouted over his comm.

The two Boxer APCs stopped and opened the rear hatch delivering their cargo of a six-man team. Two of the members of every six-man team is equipped with an anti-tank missile, the teams sweep through the unoccupied buildings as the Boxer's provided cover with their 50 caliber machinegun and their 40mm automatic grenade launcher. 

"Sweep through the area Ryan," he commanded his driver.

Ace's Leopard moved around to the right flank, close to the tank's crew followed Joseph Arevallo's Puma CFV.

"Contact to the left," shouted the tank's gunner.

A pair of BRD-3 rolled within view as the 30mm cannon rattled its long burst of fire while the 120mm boomed with its HEAT Multi-Purpose round. Both vehicles blossomed in a massive fireball as scrap metals were tossed in all direction. 

"Got them," replied the Puma's gunner.

The two combat vehicles has taken out a platoon of tanks and CFVs single handedly, unknown to them the day is not over yet and a hard fight loomed ahead of them. 

"Sir, we got contacts all over the scanner," reported the tank's gunner.

Ace quickly checked his view screen and double checked.

"Shit, it's a damn trap," he muttered, "All units prepare for defensive action. They'll be up on our asses soon gentlemen."

He identified 50 infantry troops moving around the village of six buildings and 4 Zulfigar tanks. By their equipment alone, he knew that his patrol just stumbled themselves on a force of Parthian troops. Loading his main cannon with another STAFF round he immediately locked onto the nearest tank and fired, loading again within three seconds, he locked on the same tank again at the same area and fired. The Leopard's main gun boomed in 5 seconds intervals, the guided rounds found their mark and detonated. The Parthian tank exploded, first the tank's reactive armor prevented the penetration of the STAFF round, then the second round punched through detonating inside the vulnerable area of the Zulfigar Main Battle Tank. Another massive fireball erupted as the Parthian tank exploded in a ball of flames. 

The two Boxer APCs assumed in a position as a mobile machinegun and grenade launching platform, the first APC swung around and screened the oncoming Parthian Infantry. The Rim-Cat's APC hosed the enemy with machinegun fire and peppered their approach with High Explosive and Fragmentation grenade rounds, a dozen of the Parthian soldiers fall victim to such display of firepower. A group of Parthians were tossed into the air as their limbs separated their bloody and torn bodies. The rest were ripped to shreds by the machinegun fire. 

"Infantry teams set up a perimeter and hold the enemy off!"

Two men manned each building, as the riflemen, machine gunners, and SAW gunners opened fire at the oncoming enemy troops. The remaining Zulfigar tanks flanked to the left, one aimed at the Boxer APC and fired its main gun. An explosion erupted as the Boxer's light armor gave in through the sheer force of the HEAT round from the enemy tank, three men died instantly as the tank blossomed in flames. 

"Damn it," cursed Ace as his scanner registered the lost of one Boxer APC.

He loaded up another STAFF round and fired aiming for the rear of the tank responsible for the lost of the 3 man Boxer APC crew. The Zulfigar exploded and was followed by a second explosion, as the ammunition inside the tank cooked off the tank exploded in a massive fireball. 

"Joseph, watch your flank!"

A fifth unseen Zulfigar rolled into view and fired its main gun. The Puma's chobram armor kicked in as the cavalry fighting vehicle shuddered through the explosion, another shot fired from the enemy's tank. This time the depleted chobram armor was no long available. The Puma exploded, Joseph Arevallo and his crew instantly perished from the explosion. 

"Ryan, zigzag around the bastards," Ace commanded his driver as he aimed his cannon at another Zulfigar.

Two anti-tank missiles streaked towards another Zulfigar Parthian tank. The Zulfigar launched its chaff and easily avoided the missiles. Another Zulfigar shuddered as a STAFF round found its mark through the right side of its body, another thunderous roar emitted from the Leopard and the shuddering Zulfigar exploded in a ball of flame. 

"Infantry take cover!"

The warning was barely enough as the three tanks fired at a building, soon the building collapse under such display of firepower killing the two Rim-Cat troopers posted inside. Another set of missiles fired from another building, the reactive armor of the Zulfigar prevented a successful hit. As the enemy tank shook, it aimed and fired both its main gun and machineguns at the building. The first trooper was decapitated as the machinegun rounds pounded through his face, while his comrade in arms was overtaken by the explosion and his body ripped apart from the cannon's deadly fire. 

"Infantry, get out of the area," Ace shouted to his remaining ground troops.

As another STAFF cartridge rammed into the 120mm cannon of his Leopard 2A6EX, he aimed, locked on, and fired at a Zulfigar. The explosion shook the tank, but the two remaining Zulfigar's flanked him from the left and right. Each of the Parthian's guns erupted. 

"Chaffs and swerve right Ryan."

The chaffs were launched as the Leopard hastily avoided the deadly blow of two main cannon shells from the Zulfigar. Ace swirled his turret and fired another STAFF round to the second tank, loading again he aimed at the same target once again. Upon hearing the lock indicator beeping, he fired the 120mm gun as the STAFF round plunges itself onto the weakened Zulfigar armor, detonating from the inside and engulfing the tank in a massive fireball. 

"Parthian infantry," shouted the remaining Boxer APC's commander.

The Parthian infantry swarms around the remaining four buildings as the defenders lay down their rifle and machinegun fire. 

"We need fire support here," said an infantry trooper.

"On my way hold on," replied the Boxer's commander.

Ace Diwa's Leopard fired at the oncoming infantry using the A.I. of the tank. He allowed the two machineguns in the cupola to seek out and rips their target apart. A group of six infantry troops wearing Parthian military uniform was caught in such a line of fire that they were mowed down by the 50 caliber machineguns. The remaining Boxer APC charged through the swarm of enemy troops firing both its weapons at them from the left and right, supporting the APC. The infantry teams kept up their volume of fire, cutting down a group of six men. 

"Oh shit," muttered Ace as he noticed the other Zulfigar aiming its gun on a building.

The Parthian's gun fired, immediately the building collapsed after a ball of flame consumed it, another pair of Rim-Cat troopers lost their lives in the service of their client. Ace fired his gun, loading it again with a HEAT round, he fired. The Zulfigar exploded as both round found their mark. 

"Got you now, you son of a bitch," Ace cursed aiming his gun at a group of Parthian infantry.

Ace loaded up his cannon with a canister round and fired. The infantry group he targeted ceased to exist as scattered and bloody piece of flesh littered the area, he twist his wrist and brought his gun to bare at the last Zulfigar. Ramming in a new STAFF round he thumbed the button as the 120mm gun boomed into action, the round found its mark exploding, the reactive armor depleted. Another round was slammed into the gun of the Leopard, this time the Zulfigar fired. The Leopard shuddered taking the brunt of the blast, the chobram armor effectively saved Ace and his crew from such a deadly hit. Ace Diwa fired his gun once again, this time he was rewarded with a ball of flame that engulfed the Zulfigar. He sighs in relief and witnessed his patrol mopped up the remaining infantry troops, as the task finished he leaned back and closed his eyes.

"Tiger patrol to base."

"H.Q. here, go on Tiger."

"Mission accomplished," Ace reported.

"I'm glad you guys are alright," said the .H.Q communication officer. 

"I lost half my patrol," he said bluntly, "and it's not fucking alright to go fight like this without any air support."

"I'm sorry Ace but the UCAS (Unmanned Combat Air System) drones are barely being unloaded," replied H.Q.

"Ace you're not the only one who lost men today," said the familiar voice of Colonel Marcus "Mumbatik, Marc the Black Cat" Dangal, "Many men lost their lives today trooper. Our losses are close to one-third of our original strength, it is your unit who was hit hard at the time.

"Yes Colonel I understand that. I just think that my men shouldn't have been sacrificed like this."

"It's the reality of war trooper," replied Marc, "You of all people should know that since you have served in the Panthers before."

"Understood sir," Ace closed his cupola as he sat and think of the day's gruesome event.

Second Lieutenant Ace Diwa made sure that the rest of his men were recovered as the tank and the Boxer APC rolled off the distant horizon headed back to their base. 



The Patrol



Next thing I know, I'm getting jolted awake. I look around, trying to get my bearings. I realize I'm still in the middle of the desert and it's my neighbor throwing stuff at me to wake me. He reminds me "Dude, your convoy leaves in 30 minutes." I somehow managed to sleep for almost 11 hours. When I stand, I realize that the orgasms weren't only in my dreams when my towel is coated with my seed. With a smile I clean up and throw on another uniform and my body armor. When I grab my weapon as I'm heading out the door I see the pile of uniforms. I chuckle to myself: "Maybe tomorrow I'll drop them off."



The Patron



The Patron, The beginning or is it?

This is a story form a time of two to three hundred yeas ago in England when times were not so good for women and girls of lower class if they ever found themselves alone without protection. 

With disease rampant many children were left parent less orphans these are the tales of some of the girls of that time. Some will be happy and some will... well lets just say not so happy and leave it at that. And the man who would control their destiny! 

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I never knew much about my father's philanthropist activities till after he died and they became my responsibility. I could understand the museums and opera but the orphanage for girls, was more a mystery to me it seemed a money waster I could not see how this could be a benefit to me or to the estate, And indeed it seemed that way when I looked into the estate accounts. That is until I read the letter my Father had left me, telling of a different set of books, one that showed it to be one of the more profitable ventures of the estates holding. The details I'm sure you do not wish to know about.

Needless to say I had to look into this and learn more. The old woman that ran the place the Head Mistress was a crafty bitch. If ever there was a female deserving of the name she was it. 

Since I had never been there before now, and she was fairly sure my father had never discussed it with me, she thought she could get away with pulling the wool over my eyes. I pulled her up short simply by asking if she had her bags packed, This confused her and she asked whatever for? I simply replied because I was sacking her if she kept up her act with me! 

After putting her in her place she was meek as a kitten, all the same I would watch out for her claws, such a woman was not to be trusted. 

While my Father didn't have time to teach me a lot before he died, he did teach me how to deal with the hired help and servants, which is not to say they are both the same.

We got down to details and she filled me in on the operation that while it was indeed a orphanage, it was much more than that. A good many of the girls were trained as domestic maids suitable for most any good house of the ton. Sewing cleaning, cooking, and other domestic chores were instilled in them. Reading and any sort of higher education was clearly not in the cards for these girls. They wouldn't be expected to know how, and might even be viewed with some suspicion if they could, such were the times we lived in.

However not all the girls became such maids, in fact very few did, most were sold into brothels for very good profit or private hands which was even more lucrative. Not that the Head Mistress knew just how much or even which girls went where. She just suspected and she felt that gave her some sort of edge on me.

It didn't take long for me to figure out why my father kept her on, it was the way she handled the girls. They seemed fairly desperate to escape her control and who could blame them. But while they were eager to leave they had no idea they would be jumping from the frying pan and into the fire. 

Which made them all the easier for me to manipulate. With the illusion dangling of a better life for them as a maid in a good house, simply if they were just nice to me, they would just about grant me anything. For that was what they all thought they were being trained for. And it stood that a good recommendation from me would insure that better life. Too be sure they didn't think the Head Mistress would ever give them one. 

It all became very clear when I looked into my father's private office and papers there, just how nice a girl might become. There was only one key to that office and I held it. Also I was armed with the secrets that were hidden there.

Having satisfied with the business end of the operation I decided to look over the merchandise. It was a good size orphanage housing over sixty or seventy girls of varying ages from newborns to those that old enough to help teach the younger ones those being almost 21. My father making it quite plain he didn't want any older girls there that might get wise to what was really going on. 

With that many girls it was fairly easy to arrange a transaction at least once a month or so. That there were a goodly number of nursery age girls showed my father was thinking in the long term, their upkeep being minimal. 

It turned out my father was a rather randy old goat, and that my mother was unable to deal with his peculiar needs, that of deflowering virgins. Since she could only offer that to him once. Here he had a virtually unending supply of unsuspectingly naive virgins that would fall all over themselves for a kind word from him and I saw no need to change things. As I looked over the girls, I decided to interview some of the older ones. They were putty in my hands even as inexperienced as I was, This one 19 year old I had on her back with her skirts up and bloomers down, before the glass needed to be turned. Not only that but she thanked me afterward. I had to laugh privately afterward, that she thanked me after I blooded her; I was even clever enough to have her use her mouth to clean up the mess as to leave no evidence as to what had transpired. After hinting to her that even a maid would not want it spread about that she was messy slut as well as being easy. 

While she had been clearly a virgin as well as naive about anything about sexual intercourse, she did rather well for her first time. I decided to take her home with me and told her to get ready to work within my manor house, and sent her to pack what few things she had.

News like that spread like wildfire within the orphanage with every girl that had dreams of a better life wishing her well and secretly wishing it was them instead. I knew I had planted seeds that would make it even easier for me in the future. 

I read a little of my fathers journals as I waited and finally learned why he never remarried. And why we always had young beautiful well trained maids since her death, not that we ever had poorly trained help. It seems the apple does indeed not fall far from the tree. 

The old man seemed to take great delight in writing about the many girls he and blooded and brooded within these very walls.

The tales of which I will share with you, if you show an interest! 



The Patron and the Saint



I've just gotten my drink order when my date, Sarah, takes the stool next to me at the bar. "Hey! Sorry I'm late."

"I just got here myself. Can I order you something?"

"Vodka soda with lemon, please, and can we hold off on the joust until dinner? The airport was a mess and I really need to freshen up and get a couple of drinks in me before I'm going to be up to dealing with you."

"Pfft. We'll see who deals with whom. Sure, go ahead. The reservation is in about 45 minutes, and curtain is at 9:30. Here's the key, room 2413. Go freshen up, I'll put your drink order in."

"Great! Thanks, sweetie. It's wonderful to see you." With a quick peck on my cheek, I watch her make her way back out to the lobby.

We're an interesting pair. I live here, in the city. I spend most of my time reading or pursuing my hobbies. I'm a professional amateur, in that I dabble in a lot of things, from painting and sculpture to writing and even a little singing. Mostly, though I prefer to meet and appreciate people who are or are becoming true masters in their chosen passions. I'm a great patron of the arts, and I even own a couple of small galleries downtown in which I like to showcase new unknowns that I discover. I'm in my early 40's and fit, with a bit of grey starting to make itself known at my temples.

Sarah, on the other hand, could never be described as a homebody. She told me once that when she was seven that after watching some eco-friendly cartoon she made up her mind to "save the planet". Unlike the average childish ambition, she stuck to hers. She spends about eleven months out of the year out of the country either advocating with various governments for human rights or environmental protections, or out in the field, hands on with the locals devising practical solutions to thorny sociological and ecological issues. I'm almost certain she's got a toe in some questionably legal actions taken against some of the planet's largest corporate polluters by various radical environmental groups, but I try not to pry. Regardless, she's very talented at what she does, and I can say with a pretty strong degree of certainty she's done more to steer humanity in a in a more... humane direction than any other single individual in history, due both to her drive and her unique ability. All that and still in her early 30's, extremely fit, and lovely with pretty auburn hair which she keeps fairly short.

We're not a couple, per se, but we've known one another for the better part of a decade now, and we remain close because we share something of a secret. We both have the ability to control minds. We're not alone in this, but the percentage of the population with anything resembling the talent is so minuscule it's entirely possible to go through life without ever meeting someone else with similar gifts. I've met three, including her. One of the others was my grandmother, and the last was a fairly unpleasant older gentleman who apparently felt the need to go all Highlander upon encountering another savant. The less said about him the better. As far as I know, Sarah has never met anyone except myself with the ability.

Ah, the bartender. I put in her order and request another for myself.

I should clarify, before she returns, that when i say "the ability", I'm being very generic. She and I do not share precisely the same talent. They vary in a number of significant ways, though they definitely belong to the same genus. I have no idea if any two such skills manifest in precisely the same fashion, even my grandmother's ability worked differently than mine does. We've both had our powers since puberty, and we've both refined our individual control over the years. Occasionally one of us will come up with a new trick. For our purposes here tonight, the "joust" she mentioned, the differences keep things interesting. Our tradition is to sit down to a nice dinner while each attempts to establish control over the other. The prize is whatever the winner chooses for it to be, obviously, though we trust one another enough not to be too concerned about surrendering control for the weekend.

The exercise is important for both of us, I think, as either of us can and (in my case, at least) often do take anyone we want for a lover. Or slave, or what have you. I'm no longer governed by my hormones, but I was entirely hedonistic throughout my 20's. I'm still a little stunned that I survived, given my lack of restraint. I might not have, had I not spotted her on the street and attempted to take her in what I can now admit was an embarrassingly clumsy fashion. I failed, partially because I was drunk off my ass and stoned nearly senseless, and the next two weeks were an interesting and completely involuntary education. I can truly say I came out of it a changed man, and I don't think she left the experience unmarked, either.

Ah, I believe she's on her way back down. I just felt her ability go active, which makes her feel like a sort of pink foggy blob to my mind's eye. Her unguarded mind or that of any normal person feels more like a semi-transparent soap bubble, iridescent patterns and all. While she's like this, I can't fiddle with her patterns directly, which is fairly effective protection from me. Sadly, I have to work a little harder than she does to protect myself. She doesn't have the nuanced control I do over my targets, but her ability acts on generalized impulses and emotions, which means she doesn't require the high resolution I do to make her subjects submit. My only real defense against her is awareness of her talent and my ability to manipulate my own psyche to counteract any effects I manage to notice. Still, I'm safe until we actually sit down to dinner. We can trust one another to observe the niceties, because neither of us want these games to end.

And here she comes, dressed to kill.

"Nice outfit."

"Why, thank you." That last with a smirk and a twirl. She's in a sleeveless black evening gown that bares a fair amount of her back and a not-inconsiderable amount of cleavage. "I thought you might at least like a glimpse of the prize. After I win I'm going to wear sweatpants and an oversize t-shirt all weekend while I figure out what to do with you. Which is definitely going to involve foot rubs after an evening in these heels."

"I'll promise you a foot rub in addition to any other activities I come up with if you feel like throwing in the towel early tonight."

That earns me a snort. "I'm two for the last two of these, and tonight I intend to make it three. What's the concert, by the way?"

"A mezzo-soprano. She's supposed to be amazing, only here for a couple of nights, so I'd ask we attend, regardless of the outcome of our little contest."

"Sure. Should we go get our table?"

I check my watch and finish my drink. "Yup, let's head in. Seated is the starting bell, yes?"

"Of course."

I give her my arm and we leave the bar for the restaurant proper. The smiling maitre'd recognizes us and leads us to our usual table, which is a bit odd because he's never met us we've never been here before.

"What are you up to?"

She smiles. "Just setting up the board, dear. Besides, he was going to seat us by the kitchen."

She may not have the fine-tuned control I do, but she's a lot better at plucking actual thoughts out of her subjects and interpreting them. The best I can do is get general impressions of emotion and intention. Usually enough for my purposes, but I do envy her clarity. Irritatingly, I didn't notice a flare from her when she used her abilities on him, which means she's gained a lot of subtlety since last time.

"Your damping has gotten distressingly effective."

She grins at that. "Thanks! It's hard to be sure without you to actually watch, but I remembered what you told me you saw last time, so I've been trying to practice influence without... extending myself? It's hard to describe. I'm just glad it has the effect I was hoping for. Did you pick up anything?"

"Not a thing. We hadn't been seated yet, so I wasn't as focused on your bubble as I am now, but before I would have felt you touching him without even trying."

"I still think it's weird it's all bubbles with you."

"What are you talking about? You don't have any kind of mental radar. If you did it might be bubbles for you too."

"I do have radar! I can sense you. When you're holding your power, anyway."

"And it doesn't feel like a bubble to you."

"Not at all."

"What does it feel like?"

"Spiders."

"... spiders."

"Yeah. It feels like you've got these little spiders crawling all over you, but it's kind of like television snow, like if I watched long enough I could see a pattern."

"That's... kind of disturbing."

"And when you use your power on someone it's like a little clump of them jump off of you on to them. I can even see them for a little while."

"You can see spiders on people I've influenced? I knew you could tell when I used my power on someone, but you mean even after I've stopped?"

"For a couple of minutes, yeah, I think so."

I should mention that we were now well into the soup course. All the time we've been talking, my 'spiders' have been making little sallies against her, only to get lost in the pink fog. Similarly, she's been playing with my emotions and impulse control, while I run around in my own head flipping off the lights as quickly as she's flipping them on. Both of us have already taken control of a few diners around us as well as a couple of passing staff, causing little trips or sudden movements or interrupted sight lines in the hopes of distracting one another. That's less than useful, because she can clearly see who I send commands to and I can still pick up her own flashes if I stay focused on her.

I've lost this little game the last two times because she would manage some subtle change in me that I didn't pick up on, which eventually led to her full control over me. I've managed to defeat her fog in the past, almost always with the help of distraction from either the conversation or from one of the pratfalls happening around us. Since she's learned how to see my targets, that's been spectacularly ineffective. So far, tonight isn't shaping up any differently than our last couple of encounters. Chasing after her in my own brain is exhausting, and it's not going to be long before I slip up.

"It feels like our little duels are getting a bit one-sided recently." I note while the entrée is being served.

Another snort. "Whatever. At least you know you'll get laid if I win, I'm way softer than you are in control."

"As I recall, last time my 'getting laid' involved jacking off and eating out some random college kid you found while you pegged me. Not precisely what I would define as 'soft'."

"God, you have to admit that was hot, though. And it's not like you haven't gotten your jollies with a stranger and my backdoor. You made me beg you for it!".

"I also made you enjoy it."

Conversation is getting harder. I've stopped trying to use puppets to distract her, almost all my mental energy is devoted to chasing her around my brain, and I know she's gotten at least one change past me without my noticing. I have minutes, if that, before I'm in her thrall for the weekend. She knows it, too, because she's got a flush to her cheeks, and she's leaning forward with her lips just slightly parted. It would be extremely erotic, if I could spare the attention to enjoy her expression.

"Let go, sweetie. I've got you, and you know it. I might be nicer if you surrender to me now."

I manage to look her in the eye long enough to smile and say "Dessert is here, dear."

The waiter places my dish before me, hers before her, slides his hand down the front of her dress, cups her breast, and gives her nipple a firm twist.

Fog stutters, patterns emerge, and I've got her wrapped in spiders before he manages to pull his hand out of her décolletage and move on to the next table.

She leans back, panting like she just finished a race, and sputters "You bastard."

I grin. "Just so you know, 'nice' is not something I'm inclined to be, after last time. Now clean up my head, I feel like I just spent 20 hours watching Lifetime movies high on acid."

My mind clears while she leans forward to eat her dessert. "I didn't even see you reach out to him!"

"I didn't, while you were here. All I can really do to get at you is distract you, and if you can see me setting up the distractions, they don't work. I got to him earlier tonight. Honestly, I was a little worried when you mentioned being able to see traces of, uh, spiders after the fact. I was also concerned when you changed our table, but he still saw us. Maybe this is also his section."

"It is." she said, staring at the man in question. Turning back to me, she reiterates, "You bastard."

"Oh hush," I reply, taking a bite, "you just got cocky. Not to mention horny. You were lit up like a Christmas tree there towards the end."

She makes some unintelligible reply as I signal for the check.

I pause on our way out to send a few commands to my savior, the waiter, who also got an extremely large tip.

"What are you doing to him?"

"Don't worry about it, sweetie. I'm just making sure he's well taken care of. I owe that guy a lot tonight. Ah, no peeking. And no more powers for you until further notice. In fact, you are unable to sense my powers for the rest of the weekend."

Her reply this time was intelligible, but unrepeatable.

We retrieve our coats and head outside to where the limo is waiting.

"A limo? Really?"

"You want to trust that dress to the back seat of a cab?"

"Point taken." she says as she moves towards to enter the vehicle through the door being held open by the driver.

"Slow down there, loser. You'll be riding up front, with Sam here. Once you're in the passenger seat, you're eighteen years old, trying to get to California to become an actress. You've agreed to give Sam here a blowjob in exchange for a ride out of town, which is something you've never done before, and really don't know how to do. You will let him take the lead without complaint and you're going to swallow everything he gives you to swallow. Once his cum is inside you, you will come back to yourself and join me in the back seat."

"Sam, you heard what I just told her. We've got an extra thirty minutes or so before curtain, and she's going to need ten of those to repair her makeup. Find somewhere we can park this monster fairly quickly and don't waste any time getting yourself in her mouth. Take special care not to ruin her hair or her dress, I suggest her ears and the back of her neck if you need a grip. Don't hurt her, but don't spare her either, your time is limited. Off with both of you, now."

I settle into my seat and get a sparkling water from the minibar. Sam drives us for about half a block before finding a large enough opening on the curb to get the limo parked, apparently relying on window tint rather than seclusion to provide privacy, as there are throngs of people on the sidewalk out for a night on the town. As the sounds of an extremely unsubtle blowjob come begin to emerge from the front seat, I amuse myself with random passerby.

It's a nice Friday evening, one of the first semi-warm weekends of the year, and it seems like most of the city is out to enjoy it. There's a lot of well decorated young flesh on display, and now a significant fraction of it is pausing to display itself to me. A lot of passing strangers are making brief intimate introductions to one another as well, with hands dipping into pants and under dresses for a friendly rub or squeeze. Two young ladies out for a night on the town have assumed the position against my window and a passing cop is in the process of giving them an extremely thorough frisking when the passenger door opposite opens and Sarah joins me in the rear of the vehicle.

I smile at her as we pull away from the curb. "Enjoy yourself?"

She looks at me through narrowed eyes and ruined mascara. "Did you do something to my libido during that?"

"Nope, just the roleplay."

She blows out a puff of air through smeared lipstick. "God, that was hotter than it should have been. Did you pick him specifically? He was unrelenting and he's got a fat cock. My jaw feels loose and I think he was he was trying to pull off one of my ears.

I chuckle, watching her rummage through her purse and begin putting her face in order. "No, luck of the draw. The process sounded hot, though. If we weren't pressed for time I might have brought you both into the back and found out where else the little runaway could have fit him."

"Hnn." is her only comment as she reapplies her lipstick.

"Here." I hand her a fresh sparkling water from the bar, which she accepts gratefully. "I'm really happy you were in town this weekend, I've been looking forward to this singer for a while now, I'm glad you're here to enjoy the show with me."

"Mmm, me too. It was a near thing, Heathrow was a mess and the flight was overbooked. They had snow forecast. I'm glad we made it off the ground."

"Where have you been the last few weeks?"

"Japan most of last month, Tanzania these last two weeks. Good progress in both places, I think. There's a pretty important vote on a fishing bill in Japan next week, so I'm headed back there Monday. How about you? Is the singer one of your projects?" 

"No, she has nothing to do with me. She's German, this is her first international tour. I've got a sculptor who's opening next week though, he's done some really amazing stuff. It's at one of my places, I'll take you for a sneak peek tomorrow."

"That sounds lovely", is all she has time to say before Sam is opening the door to let us out at our destination. Observing his frank stare at her body as he helps her out of the vehicle, she turns to me, "You're letting him remember?"

"Yes, with the usual non-disclosures and a little bit of fogginess regarding my abilities."

She turns to regard him for a moment before leaning forward to give him a peck on the cheek. Whispering something in his ear and giving his crotch a brief squeeze, she turns to take my arm and we walk into the concert hall.

We approach the will-call and an usher shows us upstairs to a box overlooking the concert hall, which is packed. Mostly an older crowd, as is generally the case at this sort of thing, and there's enough jewelry on display to rival a night sky in the desert.

"Very nice," she says, settling back into the plush upholstery and fiddling with the opera glasses provided with the box, "you should have brought me here before."

"Timing, dear. It's very hard to predict when you'll come see me for a visit. I'll do my best from now on."

The orchestra is finishing up tuning and the house lights are dimming. The crowd begins to quiet as the ushers bring a last few latecomers to their seats. The conductor is introducing himself and gives a brief biography of the mezzo being featured this evening. As he's speaking I can't help but notice the rather obnoxious shine of a phone screen a few rows from the front. One of the senior ushers has apparently noticed as well, and is on his way to invite the offender to leave, as management has a no-tolerance policy for technology inside the hall proper. Phones must be on silent and you're expected to excuse yourself back to the lobby if you must take a call.

Turning to my date, I whisper in her ear "Read the cell phone user and the usher. What are the details?"

Her eyes unfocus for a moment before she whispers back, "Woman, twenty years old, college dropout, doesn't want to be here, brought by parents, who are in the seats next to her. Usher is offering to let her stay in the lobby rather than asking her to leave altogether, since she's a minor. She's willing, mother is balking because she wants a daughter that appreciates the arts. Father just wants the show to start so he can snooze."




The Patron and the Saint



"Thank you, powers off again." Ignoring her grumbling, I focus on the group. A moment later the usher is leading the daughter back out to the lobby. The conductor is finishing up his introduction, and the singer takes the stage. The next hour and a half are filled with beautiful music and a truly ethereal voice. The mezzo is easily the greatest vocalist I've ever been privileged to witness in person. Her gift is as unique as my own abilities and those of my partner.

As the curtain falls I turn to her to see her dabbing a tissue at her eyes. "Are you all right?"

"Oh, oh, it was so beautiful. I don't have the words."

I smile and lean over to give her a kiss on the forehead, and she grabs me for a quick hug. It's so wonderful to be able to share your passions with someone capable of appreciating them. I let her recover for a few minutes, and then turn to the usher who has silently appeared at the back of the box. "Bring her here."

A minute later he returns with the cell phone offender and leaves as quietly as he originally arrived. My date takes a moment to place her, and then sighs and turns to me.

"What did you do with her parents?"

"They're waiting out in the lobby, as patiently as necessary."

"She's a mess. You do have a cruel streak."

"I take the arts very seriously." She is a mess. She's wearing a dress more appropriate to a senior prom than a night at the opera, although I suppose that probably isn't her fault. Her shoulder length blonde hair is in complete disarray, makeup smeared, she's barefoot, and her ridiculous outfit is stained hopefully beyond repair.

"What is your name?"

"Kayla."

"You don't like singing?"

"I guess. I dunno, I'd rather be out with my friends than here with my parents."

"Apparently. Remove your dress."

It takes her a moment to manage the zipper. The dress didn't allow for a bra, and she's lost her panties somewhere along the line this evening, if she was wearing any initially. Kayla has striking tan lines, a testament of her loyalty to her local salon, given the weather recently. Smallish breasts with pale pink nipples, and a body still taut from youth but soft in a few places that indicate she's unlikely to maintain it far into her twenties.

"Kneel in front of my friend here and remove her shoes. You're going to give her a very slow, very high quality foot rub. Do a good job and you get to go home and text to your heart's content."

"Okay."

My date has an exasperated expression, "I've got a lot of mixed feelings aboooooohhhhh...".

Apparently Kayla has some small gift as a masseuse.

"You have a lot of mixed feelings about what?"

"...shhhh."

I grin. "Kayla, while you're doing that, why don't you tell us about your adventures since you left the concert hall."

"Uhm, well, the old guy took me out to the lobby and I was gonna sit like on those benches by the fountain but he grabbed my arm and took me through some offices behind the ticket stand and to a little bathroom. He made me sit on the ground and took off his pants and told me to suck his dick. I didn't want to but I, like, had to. He said I wasn't doing it good so I kept trying but he said 'God bitch, just hold still' and he grabbed my hair and just, like kept pushing it in really fast over and over and then he made a weird noise and pushed it in real far and just like started cumming. I didn't wanna swallow it but he said swallow so I swallowed some but most of it got on my dress."

"He told me to stay there and he took off. I took a selfie because... i dunno, i just took one. Then another guy in a usher hat comes in and he doesn't say nothing he just pulled on my hair until i stood up and then he pushed me over the sink and like, started fingering me. it felt pretty good and i was really wet but then I hear him pull down his zipper and he just like, shoves it in. He starts going really hard and really fast and I ask him to slow down cause it's kinda rough but he just starts slapping my butt, like, really hard. Then he grabs my butt with one hand and, like, shoves my face against the mirror and starts just pounding me and my legs are kinda starting to get weak and he says 'Fucking CUNT.' and I can feel him cumming in me. He says to sit back down on the ground and he takes off, too."

"I took another selfie and then another guy comes in but he's in a suit and he's tall and kinda fat. He makes me get on all fours and then he pushes down on my head until my cheek is flat on the tile and he pulls my dress all the way up over my butt and he kneels down behind me and starts, like, licking my butthole. I told him to stop but he said shut up and relax so I like, had to and he just licks and licks until he's like, pushing his tongue in there. Then he gets up and gets something out of the cabinet and comes back pops the lid off of something and then he's smearing something on my butthole with his finger and then he starts like pushing his finger in there over and over and I can't say nothing but it starts feeling kinda good but then he pushes another one in there too and that sort of hurts for a little but then it starts to feel kinda good again and then he stops."

"I tried to get up but he pushes my head back down and says 'don't fucking move again, slut' so I don't and he's pulling down his pants where I can see and he's got a really big dick and it's already hard and he gets behind me again and gets more of the stuff and starts pushing his fingers in my butt again until it starts to feel good again but then he puts another one in there and starts to, like, pull my butthole open and it hurts but he keeps doing it and it doesn't hurt as much and my butthole starts to sort of stay open kinda. Then he pulls out his fingers and grabs my butt with both hands and pulls it really wide and I can, like, feel him put his dick against my butthole and he starts to like do little pushes and it's not too bad but he keeps doing the little pushes and my butthole keeps getting wider and it kinda hurts again and then he does, like, a big push and the front of his dick, like, pops into my butt and it really hurts."

"He doesn't move for a little bit and my butt still hurts but not that bad and his dick is really slippery and he starts doing the little pushes again but now I can really feel his dick sliding in and it feels really weird and he's put one of his hands on my privates and he's rubbing and it feels really good and my butt doesn't really hurt as much. He keeps pushing and pushing and then I guess it was all the way in because I can feel his legs pressing on my butt and he just kinda stays there, breathing real heavy and rubbing me. Then he says 'Beg me to fuck your virgin asshole' and so I do and he starts sliding like, all the way out and back in, real slow at first, and he's still rubbing me and my butt hurts but it's not, like, I dunno I guess it hurts kinda good and he's speeding up and he starts putting his fingers inside me and it's really good and he's like 'Thank me for assfucking you' and I do and he's pushing it in so hard I can't hold him up anymore and I just kinda slide flat on the ground. He puts his fingers in my mouth and says 'Suck' so I do but it's getting really hard to think so I forget to after a little bit but he doesn't say anything and he's shoving really hard and he pulls my head back with my hair and says right into my ear 'Cum when I do' and pushes my face back on the floor and keeps pressing my head into the ground and he's slamming into my butt and then he's all the way in and my butt is wedged real tight around him and i can feel him cumming and then I start to cum and I can't remember anything for a little bit."

"When I open my eyes he's pulling out of my butt and wiping himself off with some paper towels and getting dressed. The guy who brought me up there must have come into the bathroom because he's waiting in the corner but I didn't hear him come in. I take a selfie, and the fat guy makes me take a selfie with his dick and mail it to him and I pull down my dress and the usher guy brought me up here."

I have to admit, that was a more compelling narrative than I had expected, despite all the Kayla-isms. It was also quite a bit more of a punishment than I had in mind when I set up her little trip to the back office. The first two men who took her were under my direct influence, and had instructions to pass her to another employee each time they finished with her. I'd found all the ushers and put the appropriate instructions and bounds in their heads, but apparently I missed Mr. Guy-in-a-Suit when I did my sweep for concert hall employees. Everything he did was 100% his initiative, presumably acting on the information that a bathroom slut was available to staff.

"That was a little overboard, wasn't it?" asks my date, looking at me with raised eyebrows after retrieving her feet from Kayla, who remains kneeling in front of us.

I sigh. "Way overboard. I mishandled the triggers. Kayla, look at me."

A few minutes later, the usher returns with a change of clothes from the dressing rooms and takes the dress away for disposal. Kayla dresses and returns to her parents, who take her home.

"What did you do?"

"Took the memories, which I was always going to do, and then did as much fine tuning to her self-esteem and self-confidence as I could without changing who she was. Can't do anything about intelligence, but it turns out she's not unintelligent, just willfully ignorant. It might be interesting to see how she turns out in a few years."

"Well, be more careful, idiot." This with a slap to the back of my head. I deserve it.

On our way out I stop a moment in the lobby and seek out Mr. Suit. He was just an opportunist, not a sadist, so I let him hold on to the memory, but I have him delete Kayla's dick-selfie after forwarding it to my phone. We look at it together after we've settled back into the limousine. It's Kayla, all right, obviously cum-drunk with dribbles of spittle and other fluids on her face, with an enormous and still clearly moist penis draped over her shoulder.

"I fucked up," I tell her, "but that's still hot."

"Mhmm." replies my date, who is alternately staring at the photo and at Sam in the rear-view mirror. Sam, for his part, needs to be paying more attention to the road.

"Sorry, buddy. Take us for a couple of loops around the park, then take us back to the hotel." I say before I raise the partition.

"Fuddy duddy."

"Are you seriously worried about not getting enough action tonight? I can take that as a challenge, if you like."

"Fine, fine. I had the guy's cock in my throat earlier, we just listened to a twenty year old girl describe being throated, fucked, and assfucked for the first time on a bathroom floor and you haven't done anything for me to take the edge off yet. I'm antsy.

"And more than a little perverted."

"And who led me down that road? If I was religious I'd say what I do for my day job is penance for what I do while I'm with you."

"That would be hurtful If I knew you weren't speaking from a place of love. I'm glad you were so taken with Kayla's story. I'll tell you what, let's take some inspiration from that. Keep your whore mouth closed, get your face in the carpet and present your ass."

Her eyes just have time to widen before the command takes hold and she lunges forward off the seat and into position.

"Kayla's a pretty young thing, but she doesn't take care of her body like you do, running around sub-Saharan Africa and getting your tan from the honest-to-God sun. Her holes are nice and warm, I'm sure, but if one thing was made clear by her story, they weren't exactly trained."

I'm gently shifting the skirts of her long evening gown up her legs and over her ass, so as not to ruin the beautiful dress, and about the time I said the word 'trained', I brushed aside her black thong and pushed two fingers into her unsurprisingly moist slit.

"Now, a lot of men like untrained holes. Mr. Suit certainly knew what to do with one. Myself, though, I enjoy one that has known cock and has since improved to please cock, like this lovely, sucking twat, here."

I'm sliding my digits slowly back and forth in her, avoiding her clit, just building up steam. Her knees have slipped wider apart, and her hips have started moving in a little circle.

"I mean, feel those walls ripple. That is a cunt that thinks about cock all the time. All it wants to do is wrap around a cock and work it and squeeze it good enough that the cock will come back so it can spend more time with a cock inside it."

The limo is pungent with arousal and she's literally dripping on the carpet. Her hips are bucking, trying to keep my fingers inside and the bring rest of my hand into contact with her clit.

"Yes, that's a good, trained hole." I say as I withdraw my now sopping wet fingers. She mewls frustration into the carpet and her hips continue to gyrate. "A good, trained hole, but it's not the only hole." I pull her thong further aside and press the tip of my now wet index finger against her rosebud.

A sharp intake of breath, and her hips stop circling, but she doesn't draw away.

"Now, Mr. Suit used what sounds like a lot of lube to split Kayla's pretty little ass in half, but I don't have any of that here." My index finger pops through to the first knuckle, and there's a catch in her breath. "But you aren't Kayla, and this hole has known plenty of cock. I've seen to that myself." Second knuckle, her hips are starting to move again. "Feel how it's already starting to loosen and squeeze. It knows what a finger is." Index finger fully inserted. I begin twisting and sliding it, her hips are humping against it. "It knows what a finger is, and it knows that where there's one finger..." middle finger joins the index finger, shoved deep, to a startled gasp. "... there's another finger. And where there's two fingers..." I pull one of her hands back to me and put it on my crotch. She immediately begins to try to get a grip on my cock through my pants "... this hole really, really hopes there's a nice big cock.

We remain like that for a minute or two, me fingerfucking her ass and her trying to get me hard enough through my pants that I'll fuck her somewhere. About then, the limo draws to a halt, and she realizes we're at our destination, and she still hasn't gotten off. She gives a little scream of frustration, but I don't stop fingering her till Sam comes opens the door and has time to get a proper eyeful.

"Well, sweetie, we're here, and while I'm sure Sam is enjoying watching me ream your ass, and you're enjoying Sam watching me ream your ass, it's time we got upstairs." Wiping my hand off with a handkerchief, I rearrange her dress before cutting her loose to get up. Her face is flushed and she's still breathing heavily.

"God, you are evil."

"I'm just a sinner in an imperfect world, dear. Now, turn on your gift and find an attractive young woman here in the crowd who doesn't have to be anywhere tonight, and indicate her to me."

She turns to the crowd and shuts her eyes for a moment, and in a moment a pink cloud pops up over a girl at the end of the block.

"Thank you dear, talent off, no grumbling." Ignoring the exasperated look, I pull the girl in. "What's her story?"

"Just a local, just out clubbing. Single, unattached. Has her own apartment over the bridge."

"Excellent. Now head into the bar and get us a couple of drinks, I have a little more business to transact with Sam here, and then I'll join you."

As Sarah moves off, the girl approaches. She's a redhead, quite cute. "Hello, dear. Forgive my bluntness, but please answer honestly. Are you a virgin? No? Great. Have you ever had a cock up your ass? Excellent! Do you see this fine gentleman here?" I indicate Sam. "You belong to him until noon tomorrow. You will enthusiastically do anything he wants, and you will deny him nothing. If he decides to share you, you will oblige happily. You will go home at noon tomorrow and remember nothing but a fun night clubbing. Understood? Great."

I turn to Sam. "You heard what I told her. You did good tonight, and she's your tip. Don't hurt her, and if you make any recordings, you will keep them to yourself except for a copy you will forward to me. You will remember everything, although anyone else you invite to join won't, and you will never mention any of our interactions to anyone."

"Absolutely, sir, and thank you."

"You're very welcome. Now off with both of you." Sam deposits his date in the passenger seat, slides behind the wheel, and drives away into the night.

Entering the bar, I spot her at the same stools we shared earlier this evening.

She watches me approach. "What did you do with her?"

"Reward for Sam. Try not to be too disappointed you don't get to sample him again tonight."

She sighs. "I am disappointed. He had a really nice cock. If I'm honest, though, right now all I need is 30 seconds with a broom handle. I actually tried to finish in the ladies room just now. Imagine my delight to discover your block."

I grin. "Come on, this isn't amateur hour. And nothing I've done to you tonight even begins to approach the levels of depravity you reached last time you won."

She laughs at that. "God, if I'm honest, I felt a little bad afterwards, but I masturbated for months remembering fucking you with that dildo while you ate out that cute little bitch."

"And you didn't even let me have her. That was an extremely frustrating weekend."

"At least I let you cum! You're killing me."

"Oh, quit moaning. I promise you're going to cum tonight."

"Nnnf, that was almost enough to put me over right there. Let's get on with it."

"Patience, I..." a chime from my phone. "One moment... all right! The cast has finished gathering. Finish your drink, dear, and lets head upstairs."

She's downed it almost before the words are out of my mouth and literally drags me to the elevators.

She presses the "up" button and we watch as the indicator begins its long crawl down from the 30th floor.

"God this is going to take forever." she grouses as the indicator pauses at 28.

"You complain a lot. Well, let's distract you, then. No more talking until we're in the elevator, and if every stitch of clothing you're wearing except for those heels isn't stuffed in your purse by the time the it gets here, we aren't getting on."

I should pause to explain that the elevator bank centered in the lobby, and is in full view of both the bar and the restaurant. It's still early evening by city standards, so she's going to be nude in full view of about fifty people if she follows that command. I know she can handle a half dozen people simultaneously with her powers, but I'm fairly certain she doesn't know how strong I am at blanketing simple commands like 'ignore' or 'forget'. I don't have to make individual changes if the command is simple enough, I can just impose a template over everyone in the area.

"Well?" She's staring really intently at me. I know she's trying to figure out what my game is, and she knows there are things she doesn't know about my ability. She's also super-horny at this point, which I imagine skews her decision-making slightly. 

As the indicator passes twenty five she makes her mind up and is stuffing her dress and panties in the bag before it hits twenty three.

She really is glorious, and flushed all the way down to her nipples at the moment.

"Well done, and with lots and lots of time to spare." The indicator is paused at twenty again. "Face the crowd, spread your feet to shoulder width and lace your fingers behind your head."

Even without the force of a command behind it, she moves quickly. She's clearly committed to the display at this point. The moment she's in position, every pair of eyes in range swivels to stare. 'Look here' is a pretty simple command, too.




The Patron and the Saint



Her breathing is ragged, and I can see without needing to touch that's she's soaking wet. An older woman in fur walks up to her, looks her up and down for a moment, and reaches out to grip one nipple firmly between her fingers. A sharp twist, and Sarah's breath hisses between clenched teeth. The lady in fur releases her and gently strokes the abused breast once, then twice, before slapping it with a crack that echos around the newly silent room.

Sarah's eyes are narrowed and glazed, and I can see her knees trembling from here. The woman in fur has just begun to reach for the other breast when a chime behind us announces the arrival of the elevator. Her tormentor retreats back to whatever business she was about before the interlude, and the rest of the audience similarly return to business, oblivious to the last couple of minutes.

I turn to face the opening elevator doors, as does Sarah, legs still wide, fingers still laced. We stand a little to one side, as convention dictates that you allow people to exit the elevator before you step on. Each of the passengers from the extremely full car pauses in front of us, as far more recent convention dictates you have to dip a finger in the cunt of the exhibitionist slut and then use her mouth to clean it off before moving on. When the car is finally empty we're the only two to get on board, as I'm done waiting. I can't extend my will to every human in a forty story building and prevent them from using the elevator, but I can sure as hell stop them from getting on and wasting our time.

She collapses against the corner. "Oh my god. Oh my god." She curls up in a ball and just rocks back and forth for a moment. "Oh my god that was too fucking much you have got to make me cum I'm going to die."

"You are not going to die, but you can come here and suck till we get to our floor if you wish." I tell her, fishing my erection out of my slacks. She stumbles a little bit as she lurches over on unsteady legs but she gets me in her mouth before we hit the third floor. She knows she can't make me cum in the minute it's going to take to get to our floor but at this point my penis is like a security blanket, a promise that cocks do exist and that she can have them.

When the chime announces our floor I have to pull her up and help her to our room, with her whimpering into my neck the entire way. In the time it takes me to rummage through my pockets to find the room key she's sunk back down to the floor and is sucking me off again.

I get the door open and drag her into the living room. Philip, the waiter that assisted me in our duel earlier tonight, is sitting here, on his lap is Xyla, the college kid Sarah used me on last time we had one of these weekends. I'd planned a much more elaborate reveal for these two into our little game, but I'm afraid I've pushed her a little too much, and she's too far gone to appreciate things coming full circle. Mentally commanding her into what I now think of as the 'Kayla' position, face in the carpet, ass in the air, I turn to Philip. "Come over here and fuck her cunt, hard, until she comes."

As he pushes Xyla off his lap and walks across the room towards Sarah, I flop down into a chair. Without preamble Philip drops to his knees behind her, lowers his pants, lines up his cock, and slides into her. Her relieved groan is gratifying. He slides his hands down to get a solid grip on her hips and then begins pounding into her like there's no tomorrow. She's making little squeaks in time with his hips slapping into her ass, and it's not long before those squeaks become a continuous whine. Her hands begin scrabbling at the carpet and the whine increases in volume to a full-fledged shriek as the orgasm she's been chasing finally comes crashing down on her. She's so loud that I check nearby rooms for other hotel guests and throw an 'ignore' blanket over them. She flails through her long awaited release for a solid minute, Philip still pounding away, before she goes limp and slides off of his cock and flat on to the floor, facedown and completely overcome.

She's still shivering in the aftermath when I send my next instructions to our guests. Without letting her recover, Xyla slips out of her panties, drops down onto her ass with her legs spread, scoots forward, grabs Sarah's hair and pulls her face in tight against her young cunt. Grinding against her and murmuring she nods to Philip, who has doubled up his leather belt and brings it down with a tremendous crack on my date's ass.

She shrieks incoherently into Xyla's crotch. "Eat the cunt, bitch!" spits Philip, who is watching her face and stroking his still-hard cock. Xyla is still quietly murmuring and grinding her crotch against my date's face. Another nod.

CRACK.

"Eat it, bitch!"

Apparently this time she commits, as Xyla releases her hair and leans back on both arms, lifting her pelvis to match Sarah's now motivated tongue. Philip, meanwhile, has retrieved a jar of lubricant and is busy applying it to his cock and to my date's unprotected rosebud. It turns out Philip is actually a pretty gentle soul, and I had to expend a fair amount of energy getting him into this role. Xyla, on the other hand, has no qualms about following orders.

Philip is now working his cock into Sarah's defenseless ass, and not with the skill and timing of Mr. Suit, it must be admitted. Only steady, blunt pressure until her helpless anus just gives way under the relentless assault. I can see it snap up over the head of his rigid dick, and then just widen and surrender as he drives his cock to the hilt in her guts. She's moaning into Xyla's cunt, and Xyla is apparently not pleased with the drop in tongue efficiency caused by distraction from the anal intruder. She nods to Philip once more, and he still has the presence of mind to whip the woman he's assfucking in order to make her a more obedient cuntlicker.

Once Xyla signals her satisfaction, Philip begins to pump in earnest, and the slapping noises he makes as he reams out Sarah's taut buttocks are almost as lewd as the muffled slurps and moans coming from Xyla's increasingly wet pussy. Xyla has leaned forward again in order to grab a handful of hair, still murmuring to herself. She's watching intently as Philip's large cock vanishes up my date's rectum over and over again. Soon she's really grinding her crotch against the mouth diligently servicing her, and proceeds to cum, hissing breath through clenched teeth. Philip has apparently also reached his limit, as he drives himself in to the hilt, buttocks flexing as he releases his seed in into Sarah's unresisting bowels.

They collapse into a heap, a heaving, panting, slick pile of flesh. I give them a moment, and then call Xyla. She stumbles over to stand in front of me.

I'm long past any subtlety at this point. "Have you ever fucked a man?"

"Yeah."

"Have you ever been fucked in the ass?"

"No."

"Well hallelujah."

She's somehow remained mostly clothed through this. I have her strip to reveal a short, slender body with fat, pale breasts. I unzip my pants and release my erection again. "Get on."

She clambers into my lap, wraps her arms around my neck and quickly impales her cunt on my cock. She's very tight, and still wet from her recent tongue bath.

"Now, fuck like your anal virginity depends on it, because it does."

In moment's she's wrapped around me tight as a python, licking my ear and humping her pelvis into me with short, brutal thrusts. She starts murmuring again, which turns out to be an unending stream of extreme filth just at the edge of hearing. I've been thinking about fucking this little cunt since I was denied the privilege months ago, and as it turns out, it was well worth the wait. I slide one hand down her sweat-slick back, over her small ass and down her crack until the tip of my middle finger is applying pressure to her anus. Holding it there takes effort, because if anything, the pace of her frantic humping increases. I move my other hand up to get a solid handful of her hair, and roughly pull her ear over to my lips. "I lied, you know. You're a fantastic fuck, but no matter how good you work my cock there's going to be plenty left to break in your ass." With that, I sink the entire length of my finger through her sphincter. She just starts panting harder and nipping my ear. Her cunt is slamming into me so fast I have a brief vision my cock bursting into flame from the friction.

Looking over the shoulder of my new cocksleeve to the other couple in the room, I find Philip has rolled my date over on to her back and is crouched over her head, facing her feet. In a moment I see that he's gotten her to lick his balls while he strokes himself hard again. She looks like she barely has the energy to do even that, but I can see her tongue flicking in and out obediently as he jacks off and tweaks her nipples when he feels she's not working hard enough.

It's possible I may have turned Philip's cruelty up a bit too high.

Once he's hard again, he slides back, tilts her head to line up her throat and pries her mouth open before slowly pushing his cock into the only hole she possesses that he hasn't sampled. I can see that he hits her throat without bottoming out. He fucks in and out slowly a few times, letting her get used to him, and then reaches down with both hands to lift her neck up farther. Bumping into her throat again, I can tell he's pressing forward with his cock and pulling her neck back towards him with his hands, like her head is just a tight fuck-tube. After a few more moments of pressure, he backs off to let her recover for a couple of seconds, before pushing forward again. This time, he doesn't relent and just as her hands begin to flutter in protest her throat finally surrenders, and I can see the sudden bulge in her neck where he's gone through. He just holds her there for a moment, his eyes closed to better enjoy the sensation while her limbs flop weakly as she struggles for air, then finally pulls out to allow her to gasp for breath.

Once more he gives her a few seconds to recover before pressing forward again. He knows how much pressure he needs this time, and her throat has already yielded up to him once, so he pops through almost immediately and quickly withdraws. Allowing her the absolute minimum time possible to get oxygen, he begins throatfucking her in earnest, her neck bulging with each thrust. Soon he's dropped all pretense about worrying about her needs and is fucking her face like a jackrabbit while she blindly and futilely bats at him with her hands. It only takes him a few moments before he buries himself in her and grunts as he empties himself into her stomach and withdraws his softening rod from her final orifice while she gasps in ragged relief.

Feeling like she's had more than enough abuse for the evening, I tune Philip back down to normal and let both of them lie there and rest from their exertions before returning my attention to the pale girl trying to fuse her pelvis with mine by main force.

It's worth noting about Xyla that I didn't have to compel her to be here. When Sarah wrote last week to say she was going to by flying in, I made it a point to find our little guest from last time. Turns out she's a college student here, and with a little applied effort I was able to get her address from the registrar. When she opened the door she recognized me immediately, and when I told her about Sarah's visit she asked to be part of the games before I even had a chance to 'request' her presence. I gave her the room number and left instructions with the front desk to admit her. I intended her as a surprise for Sarah, regardless of who won our contest, because she really did enjoy the girl last time, and I will admit in my heart of hearts that it was a really hot weekend. That's not to say I'm not pleased to be the person delivering assfucks this time around rather than receiving them.

I didn't get to so much as see Xyla naked last time, beyond becoming extremely familiar with the appearance of her slit from close up. Sarah kept my face buried in the young cunt for what felt like hours, multiple times over the course of three days. Something about the visual really pushes my friend's buttons. I didn't sample the young woman when I found her again last week, because she feels like a prize in our little game to me, and I didn't want to use her without earning her. I'm getting the full course now, though. She's still slamming her hips into me like she has something to prove, and the fingerfucking I'm giving her ass seems to be literally driving her insane. Her murmuring hasn't been coherent for a while now and she keeps licking and biting my ear and neck. Her arms are locked around me more tightly than she should reasonably be able to manage and I can feel the hard nipples of her fat breasts crushed against my chest.

I'm about to whisper something filthy into her ear again when her humping becomes less rhythmic and more frantic. Her teeth clamp down on my shoulder almost hard enough to draw blood and she begins breathing very roughly through her nose. Her pelvis slams into me a final time and her body locks around me like a straight-jacket as she begins keening through the mouthful of flesh she's latched onto. She begins to convulse and her cunt is pulsing delightfully around my cock while she shudders through her orgasm.

Eventually her muscles unclench and she sags against me, head resting on my shoulder, my still-rigid cock buried in her twitching pussy. I start a slight rocking motion to keep myself hard inside her while she recovers. I look across the room and see that Philip is lightly snoring where he collapsed after the throatfucking, but Sarah has come back to the land of the living, has found a robe somewhere, and is seated on the couch just opposite us, watching and gently stroking herself.

"Sorry about him, I'm not doing great at setting limits tonight."

She waves a hand. "I was so far gone by that point I didn't care if he choked me until I passed out. I'll get back at you for it next time."

"Fair enough. My little surprise here didn't play out the way I had planned. The elevator sequence more or less shut you down, in terms of cognition."

She leans her head back, closing her eyes and stroking as she remembers it. "God, I didn't think it was possible to be that horny. I would have done anything you said by the time we got in, command or no."

"Mmm. It was hot." I'm enjoying the memory myself, as I slowly hump into the limp girl impaled on my lap. "This little slut was going to be waiting in here regardless of the outcome at dinner. Never say I didn't get you anything."

"I didn't even recognize her I got up and watched the two of you just now. I'm sorry I didn't appreciate what has happening when you made me eat her out. You're very sweet for going to the trouble, especially since you were risking another weekend with your face buried in her crotch and my plastic cock buried up your ass."

"There are worse ways to spend time." Xyla has recovered enough to turn and rest her head against my chest, staring at Sarah through hooded eyes and adding a little hip action to our slow fuck.

"She really enjoyed last time," I say, "I haven't had to compel her to do anything, just a few unspoken directions during the fun."

"She was the same way then, too, after the I first pulled her off the street that Friday. She's turned on by what we can do, and that we do it to each other. She likes being a prop in this."

"Hmm," I reply, as my hand snakes down to begin fingering her rosebud again, "we'll see just how much she likes being a prop here in a few minutes. I still haven't cum tonight, and I've already threatened her with an assfuck. She assures me she's a virgin back here." This as my finger pops through her sphincter once more. Her only response is a slight hitch in her breathing. Her hips just continue their slow rocking.

"There's a lot of that going around tonight."

"What?"

"Assfucking." she grins as she watches me finger Xyla's small, tight rear-end.

"Indeed. Two of them virgins, in addition to your lovely bud."

"Mmm," she says, stroking away. "Xyla, come here and lick me."

She doesn't stir from her spot in my lap, just keeps slowly rolling her hips into me and staring at Sarah through slitted eyes.

"Xyla, come here." No response, slow humping.

"Xyla," I ask, "why aren't you doing what Sarah tells you?"

"She lost."

I grin over at my date. "It seems she doesn't take orders from losers, dear."

"Dammit." She's rubbing her clit more rapidly now. "Send her over here, and I'll make it up to you next time I have the lead."

"Fine, fine. Xyla, do what Sarah tells you."

She mumbles something into my chest and doesn't move.

"Speak up."

"... make me."

I blink at that, and share a look with my date.

"Well, you heard her. Restrictions off. Make her."

She flashes me a wide grin as I watch pink fog bloom around her. Xyla rears back from me with a gasp, slides off my cock, and falls to her ass on the carpeting in front of me, her pale tits bouncing roughly. She flips over, and I watch her gyrate as she struggles over to Sarah without the use of her arms, like a worm. Sarah slides to the edge of the couch and spreads her legs wide, and when Xyla is within reach, grabs a double fistful of hair and drags her face to face.

"Is that what you wanted, you little slut? Have we been too nice to you?" The girl just stares at her, panting through her parted lips with her hips making involuntary little humping motions. Sarah stares at the nude, silent college student a moment longer before leaning in and covering her mouth in a violent kiss.

She makes out with the pliant young student for long seconds, and Xyla's hands slowly slide towards her own pussy. Sarah breaks off the kiss and releases the girl to collapse back on the ground. "None of that, fucktoy." Xyla gasps as her hands quickly slip away from her crotch and behind her back. They each grab the elbow of the opposite arm and adhere as though fused. The college student is lying flat on the carpet, aimed at the sofa, with her head at Sarah's feet.

Sarah wraps a handful of the girl's hair around her right fist a couple of times, and with some effort, bends her little slut's upper body up off of the floor, leaning down slightly from her seat on the sofa to bring them face to face once more. Weight suspended by her hair, arms trapped behind her, her fat, pale breasts swinging invitingly in front of her slender torso, she is panting and a bit wild-eyed, still unable to control the little humping motions her hips are making.

"You don't obey losers? Answer me."

Xyla remains silent except for her labored breathing.

Sarah reaches forward and caresses a breast. The girl shudders.

"You don't obey losers?"

Sarah's hand wraps around one the breast, not able to completely encircle it.

"You don't obey losers?"

Sarah begins to squeeze the titflesh, pulling it down toward the nipple in the same motion. Xyla's eyelids are fluttering.

"You don't obey losers?"

She repeats the motion, more quickly, as though she's milking the girl's plump udders. She switches to the other breast, and then back.

"You don't obey losers?"

The motions have gotten rough. Xyla's breath is coming in shudders, and every few pulls Sarah is gripping a fat, hard nipple and pulling it hard enough to drag it away from her chest several inches. Suddenly she releases both breasts and draws back her hand.

"You."

CRACK 

Even I jump as the sharp sound as Sarah's open hand slaps one of the fat, young tits.

"Don't."

CRACK 

Backhanded this time, on the opposite breast. Sarah is already drawing her hand back for the next assault, and Xyla's eyes are about to pop out of her head.




The Patron: The Tale of Beth



This is a story form a time of two to three hundred yeas ago in England when times were not so good for women and girls of lower class if they ever found themselves alone without protection. 

With disease rampant many children were left parent less orphans these are the tales of some of the girls of that time. Some will be happy and some will... well lets just say not so happy and leave it at that. And the man who would control their destiny!

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Beth was overjoyed with the news he was going to take her away from this place with him. That she would at last be free of the place she had been forced to call home for as long as she could remember. 

She had been so scared when she had been called into the office. The rumors were that girls entering never came out the same now she knew why. Or at least in her case she thought she knew why.

The news flashed within the walls of the orphanage and soon all the girls were wishing her well, the look of envy more than clear on many of their faces. 

It didn't take long to gather up her meager possessions, an old doll, odd bits of ribbon and other childish things that had given her hope over the years.

She almost gave them away to others to give them hope as they had her. But on seeing just how little she had she just couldn't give them up. She tied it all up in a small bit of cloth that was all that was left of what was said to be the blanket she had been left in. There were tears in her eyes as she once again gave thought to the woman that must have been her mother.

It took longer to say her goodbyes than it had to gather her belongings. But soon she was on her way with the young Master who was freeing her of this prison.

She waved for as long as she could as the coach made it's way from the large old manor that was the orphanage. Soon they turned a bend and it was out of sight.

She then turned to the strong young man that sat before her in the other seat. He was watching her, and she recalled what he had done to her in that office that was his in the orphanage. Her cheeks redden as she relived how he had over whelmed her. With his words, then his kisses, and that before she even realized, he had deflowered her. 

The education within the orphanage had not prepared her for the words he had used on her. Nor his touch when he took her hand in his, and then he claimed more and more, till his lips were on hers and she was breathless as he lowered her to the couch they had been sitting on and he had raised her skirts, and drawn her bloomers down around her feet, he freed her breasts, exposing them to his eyes, then he rained countless kisses on her neck and shoulders as he made his ways down to them. 

She had gasp with pain as she felt him enter her, and while thought she felt that she should have fought to prevent it, it was not like she had chances to give it to a worthy husband. He was clean and young and strong, and as it turned out he had liked her enough to decide to take her with him then and there. It was a small price for freedom. 

Everything he had done to her had been new and strange to her. Not even in her wildest dreams or in the quite whispering among the older girls. Had anything of the sort been mentioned?

She looked into his eyes and then to his lips. Her breasts had burned with his kisses from those, and she redden again as she moved her eyes down from them, recalling the heat of his lips over her flesh yet again.

He looked so strong and powerful as he sat there. Then he lifted his cane and used it to push aside her thin shawl, and then with a flick it seem to magically part the buttons at the front of her dress. His movements were so deft and soon she felt her thin dress fall way from her shoulders and suddenly she was naked to the waist. 

She was going to move to cover herself when he signaled her not too. She froze in mid attempt, and he signaled her to drop her hands. Helplessly she did so, not knowing what else to do. He was the young Master that was offering her freedom from where she had been. And since he had already seen her it made little sense to try to hide what he already seen and had.

The way he was looking at her, it was as if he wanted to devour her. It sent a chill down her spine to think and realize she was now in his power, and she began wonder what that would bode for her?

He motioned her to him. She gasped as she guessed at what he wanted. She didn't want to admit it but she was still sore from his assault earlier in his office, but other than that little initial pain aside she was rather hoping he want her again. It just had never occurred to her it be this soon. 

As she made to move over to him as he had commanded, the carriage lurched and she was thrown into his strong arms. He caught her easily and before she knew it his face was buried between her bubblies his lips once again burning against her flesh.

Her nipples swelled quickly under his attentions and almost painfully so. He bit at them, and as hard as he was doing it; she felt almost as much pleasure as pain. His teeth easily left their impressions in her flesh along with many dark bruises. 

She cried out but there was no one to hear her other than the coachman and footman, both grinned to themselves over the young masters pleasure with the young lass. Knowing that sooner or later they have their turn at her. 

He was hurting her, yet it wasn't really pain was it? How was it that men and women did these things together? This was surely part of it! Her body was on fire as she responded to him. She had never known such feelings, there had been no man before him to have ever before awaken such within her. 

He peeled the dress completely from her and she was naked before him. He then forced her to her down between his knees and quickly opened his britches releasing his swollen member. 

It seemed larger this time, more angry and demanding. His hands in her hair, he forced her lips to it and she took it within her mouth. She didn't know what else to do. Her tongue just started unknowingly of it's own accord to run over it, and her lips closed tight around it, as she began sucking on it all at the same time. 

It seemed that had been the right thing to do as he immediately let out a moan of pleasure for that was the only thing it could have been. She dared a look up into his eyes and saw red animal lust in them, though she did not at the time know it for what it was. 

He was guiding her head up and down forcing himself in and out between her lips thought never quite leaving them. She struggled to breath still not used to this use of her mouth. Yet it was clear he wanted more, as he pressed against the back of her throat. Then the coach lurched again and his member was forced down her throat, and he was not letting her back away from it keeping it there. At first she was panicked by it, but was quick to realize if she wanted to breath she would have to relax, and let him take control as he had. 

By and by her gagging was soon under her control, and she no longer was feeling panicked by it. He was thick in her mouth and filled it completely, her tongue only able to stroke the underside of the huge monster. He soon relinquished some of the tightness of his hold and let her up a bit and she caught a quick breath before she again found him pushing down into her throat again. This time she was ready and she relaxed her throat and it slide down easily, he forced himself in out a few time before letting her breath again. He did this a few more times before she felt him swell then shoot out into her mouth a thick somewhat salty discharge. While it was not unpleasant in taste, it was surprising all the same. It was an unmixed taste of him unlike before when he had had her cleanup the mess that was a mixture of him and her and her virgin blood. As she quickly looked up at him she knew she best swallow as before, and so she did, she seeing he had felt her doing so and the brief look of approval there as he watched and felt her swallow. 

He pulled her up then and onto his lap so that her thighs were on each side of his, and he lowed her onto his still enlarged member. She had to do nothing as the carriage did it all bouncing up and down as it traveled down the track that passed for a road. He grunted each time the sway of the carriage forced her down on his massive member, she too moaned as she felt his member driven deeper into her. The rocking back and forth made it effortless on both their parts to enjoy the sensations that were so new to her, yet she quickly realized were not for him. 

They rode in this manner for quite a while till she once again felt him swelling within her, to be sure she was almost senseless with her own body's reaction to this impossible invasion, her mind and body, exploding time and again from the sensory overload as her inter thighs clamped down on his member, she not knowing what to call it she just swooned time again and again from it, if you could really call it that. 

To be sure she was wrung dry of by the time she felt him eject his essence into her again. It was all she could do to hold on to him as he buck up into her. She hardly heard him tell her to get dressed afterwards, and was thus slow to do so when she felt his cane strike her bottom clearing her mind of the fog. She heard him repeat his order and saw him lift his cane to strike her again as she moved now to quickly comply with his command. 

She was completely worn out with her ordeal although she couldn't say she regretted any of it. As she returned to her seat, she could barely keep her eyes open when the next thing she knew was she was being shaken awake. They had arrived. 

There will be more...