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Cream Ch. 01

By: MawrGorshin



"OK, gentlemen, let's welcome our first contestant," the head judge announced over the microphone. "A very sexy young lady, #23!" 

Everybody cheered for her as she came into the centre, the Otis Redding song, 'Hard To Handle' playing as she danced around (this song would be played for every nude girl who danced). Griffin and Manny, sitting up front among all the men in the clearing in the woods, clapped out of mere politeness, though. 

She had nothing on but a cowboy hat and a red band with #23 around her arm. Tanned and skinny, she danced around the centre exuding perfect confidence. She was attractive, with small but firm breasts and a shaved pussy, but she did nothing for either Griffin or Manny. Most of the other men watching the show were cheering for her, as was the head judge, suspiciously. 

The judge also sprayed water on her body with a hose, and soaped up her pussy with a cloth before rinsing her off. 

"I'll bet she's the judge's girlfriend," Manny said. "Why else would she let him do that?"

"Yeah," Griffin said. "And I guess that means we already know who will win today."

"Yep," Manny said, frowning. "Total bullshit."

She kept prancing around the centre, laughing and waving her arms in the air; but she never squatted or showed off her pussy. Then she left the centre to sit with the other nude contestants on a bench. She put on a thong; she was the only girl to put anything on.

"And now," the head judge said, "here's #18."

The next girl to get up from the bench was a fair-skinned blonde, more full-figured than the cowgirl, but still nothing extraordinary, in the brothers' opinion. Still, the men seated around them in the forest clearing were rowdily cheering her on. That judge took a hose and sprayed water on her body; she squatted and spread her legs for all the screaming men. Then she left.

"Now let's give a big hand for #6!" the judge said. 

Contestant #6 was a goddess: a curvaceous beauty with shoulder-length blonde hair, large, natural breasts and a shaved pussy. It wasn't just what she had to show, but how she showed it. She gave everyone there a sassy self-confidence, coupled with a determination to win one of the top prizes. She knew what the men wanted, total exhibitionism, and she gave it.

Her skin was lightly tanned, and her breasts had perky, pink areolae each about the diameter of Canadian $2 coins. Twenty years old, she stood about five foot ten.

That judge sprayed water on her body, covering her head to toe. Her blonde hair was all slicked back. She took the cloth from him and wiped the soap all over her pussy and asshole, making sure both holes were clean enough to eat on. He rinsed her off, and she, on all fours with her ass in the brothers' direction, spread her legs out wide and gave them a clear, close-up look at both of those holes, looking back at the brothers with a lewd grin.

Both Griffin and Manny sat there transfixed: Griffin's eyes seemed to flash red hearts from his pupils; Manny's pupils seemed to flash green dollar signs. 

"I'm still working on that Cream, Griff," Manny said to his brother. "If I rubbed it on her, she'd still be that beautiful even when she turns 50."

"You're making real progress on it, eh?" Griff panted, never taking his eyes off #6's pussy and asshole.

"Yeah, it's almost perfect," Manny said. I'll be doing what I hope will be my last-needed experiment later today, and it should be perfect."

Her eyes met Griffin's, and seeing his desire, she wanted to milk it for all it was worth. She approached him with a look of fake desire for him in her eyes, then squatted down to show him her peach-coloured vulva. 

You want this, her eyes were saying to him. And you should, 'cause it's so yummy.

She spread her labia with her fingers so he could see her wide-open vagina. Griffin's erection was pointing out of his jogging pants with embarrassing obviousness, but he was too excited to care. She giggled at it.

Not that I want YOU, she thought, but a hard man is good to find.

Then she got up, turned around, spread her legs out and bent over, showing him her pussy and bronze, wrinkly anus. She looked back at Griffin from between her legs, staring right into his eyes, and smiled. His jaw dropped.

Her eyes seemed to be saying to him, I'll bet you like anal sex.

She got down on all fours again, still showing him and Manny her two holes, and she slowly crawled back to the centre. Her time was up, and she left. The brothers weren't interested in any of the other girls. She was the one.

The rest of the competition dragged on, since the brothers so missed Contestant #6. They only vaguely paid attention to the remaining girls: there was another beautiful blonde with a tight body, but almost no tits at all; also, there was a full-figured and large-breasted, if slightly flabby, blonde, who bounced about the centre energetically. But the brothers had eyes only for #6.

The competition ended with each girl briefly coming to the centre again to give the boys another quick look. The cowgirl, finally having removed the thong, was grinning as if she'd already won. As soon as she sat back down again, she put the thong back on. The second girl the boys saw stood with her ass to Griffin and Manny, spread her legs, and opened her buttocks to show them her asshole, a pretty pink pair of lips, but only the chocolate pucker of #6 had Griffin's devotion.

The brothers' patience was finally rewarded with the quick reappearance of #6, who raced right up to them, turned around, spread her legs, and bent over for Griffin again. Her anus and vulva were but a few feet away from his mouth. He ached for a sniff of that crack. Then she went back to the bench.

After all the other girls made their quick appearances, the judge announced the winners. The third prize trophy went to the flat-chested blonde; #6 got second prize, pleasing the brothers only insofar as at least she got a prize; and the first prize went, predictably, to the cowgirl. 

"What bullshit," Manny said. "She's OK-looking, but not #1."

"Agreed," Griffin said. "And there's why..."

The cowgirl, still with the thong on, was picked up and kissed by that judge. 

"I knew it," Manny said. "The contest was fixed from the beginning. What bullshit. First prize should be for #6."

"Absolutely," Griffin said. "Hey, she's coming over here. Let's say hello."

"Hi," said #6, removing the red #6 band from her arm. "I won't be needing this anymore." She tossed it on a nearby table.

"You're #1 in my book," Griffin stuttered, thrilled that she was happy to stand completely naked before him. He tried, nonetheless, to be a gentleman and not stare at her breasts and crotch. "You are the most beautiful of these girls by far."

"Thank you," she said with a smile. "What's your name?"

"Griffin Egan-Olmi," he said. "Everyone just calls me Griff, though."

"Nice to meet you, Griff," she said, holding out her hand. "I'm Kim Aditti." They shook hands. His was shaking from making contact with hers.

"I'm Manny Egan-Olmi," Manny said. "Griff's brother...younger brother."

"Bullshit," Griff said. "I'm 24; you're 38."

"Hi," she said coolly, quickly shaking Manny's hand. "Thanks for your support, boys. I'm sure it helped me win second prize in a big way."

"You deserved first," Griff said. "The cowgirl was the head judge's girlfriend. He ensured she'd win."

"Oh, yeah," Kim said. "We all knew that was going to happen. Gavin Mann, the head judge, fixed the contest. That's why I'm so grateful to both of you. As far as I'm concerned, I'm the real first prize winner. The competition wasn't fixed for me."

"That's right," Griff said. 

"A free competition, without any intervention or interference, would have resulted in you winning, for sure," Manny said.

"Thanks," she said, still looking at Griff. 

"I understand all you girls are strippers," Griff said.

"That's right," she said. "I work in Jack-In-the-Box, in downtown Toronto. Do you know where that is?"

"Oh, yeah," Griff said, his breathing heavier. "It's not far from where I live, actually. Will you be there tonight?"

"Yes, I will," she said with a smile. "I do lap-dances there. For $20 a song, I'll let you touch me, too-all over."

"Oh, my God," Griff said, practically drooling.

"Nice," Manny said, also smiling, but for different, secret reasons.

"I'm s-sorry for always looking d-down at your body," Griff said. "I'm trying to look in your eyes."

"Oh, don't be shy, sweetie," she said with a giggle, then turned around for him. "Go ahead, look at my goodies all you want." She sat at a nearby table with her legs wide open so her vulva was showing. You want me, she thought; 'cause what I've got is sooooooo good. 

"So, $20 a song, eh?" Griff asked. 

"Yep," she said. "The more money you bring, the more I'll let you do." 

"Really?" Griff asked. "I think I'll go broke."

She giggled, as if that didn't matter at all. "But no fingers inside me; I want to leave a little mystery."

"OK," he said.

I know ways to get inside you, Manny thought; you'll see.

"Ooh, I gotta pee," she said, getting up suddenly. "I don't wanna rush over to my trailer to use the toilet there just yet. I guess I'll just have to pee right in front of you. Will that be OK?"

"That will be better than OK," Griff panted.

She squatted over the dirt by a large tree. She sighed softly as she felt her urine pour through her urethra and spray down on the dirt. Griff's eyes widened as he saw the golden juice pour from her pee-hole in a beautiful arc. She looked up at him and grinned the whole time she was peeing.

He was so excited, he didn't notice his bulging hard-on, pointing right at her face, eye-level with it. She giggled at it, then tapped it from above. She giggled again as it bounced up and down. Then she giggled as the growing lake of yellow was getting closer to her pretty feet; and she awkwardly moved them out of the way.

When the last few drops of apple juice dripped from her crotch, she got up. "Do either of you boys have any tissue I can wipe myself with?"

"I do," Griff eagerly said, frantically pulling some wet-naps from his shirt pocket.

"Would you like to wipe me clean?" she asked with a grin.

"You read my mind," he said, reaching down between her legs. As he moved the wet-nap across her labia and clitoris, he thrilled at the feeling of their exact contours, the flaps, the orifice, and the bumps. The wet-nap slipped at one point, and his lucky fingers felt her vulva for one delicious split-second.

"Did you do that on purpose?" she asked, smirking at him.

"N-no," he said. "Honest. It was an accident. Please don't tell your boyfriend."

"I'm between boyfriends at the moment, actually," she said. "And it's OK. I hope you enjoyed it." Gotta keep his hopes up, she thought.

"W-well, you seem to be clean here. Maybe I can cl-lean you...b-back in..."

"My asshole?" she asked, smiling slyly. "Sure, clean me there, too." She bent over, spread her legs, and opened her cheeks. Her anus was opened like the mouth of a choirboy. With a trembling hand, he began wiping those bronze lips.

"H-how do you keep y-your body so...perfect?" he asked. "You're all natural." Again, his fingers could feel those wrinkles just under the wet-naps. On one occasion, the wet-nap slipped, and his finger made contact with the orifice. He was coming close to coming. "You haven't got a flaw."

"An all-vegan diet does it for me," she said. 

"I g-guess it pays to be healthy."

"Yeah. Well, I gotta go," she said, straightening up. "Walk with me to my trailer." She led them over there. Everyone else was getting ready to go. 

At the trailer now, Griff asked, "So, what time do you start tonight?"

"At 6:30," she said, opening the door. "Let me give you one more look before I go." She bent over and let them see those two perfect holes again.

"Oh, Jesus," Griff said. He was practically drooling.

You will be famous, in a way, one day soon, Manny thought.

"Wanna see my panties?" she asked Griff.

"Sure," he said. She went into the trailer, got them, and showed them to him: classic briefs, light pink.

"These are my granny panties," she said, giggling. Then she put them on. Griff licked his lips at how they gently hugged her buttocks. She danced around, swinging her ass to an imaginary beat. "But I guess you'd rather see what they're hiding." Then she took them off, and still bent over, spread her butt-cheeks so the brothers could see that asshole and pussy one more time.

"Well, I guess you have to go now, eh?" Griff asked.

"Yeah," she said. "Give me a good-bye hug." She got down to the entrance of the trailer and hugged him. Her breasts were level with his face. She squeezed them on either side of his face, then she rubbed her shin against his hard-on. The softness and smoothness of those tits slid along his cheeks, nose, and lips.

"Unh!" he groaned with a jerk. She felt wet in the shin where his crotch was. 

"Oh, dear," she said with a giggle. "You seem to have a mess to clean up."

"How embarrassing," Griff said, avoiding her eyes.

"You are so adorable," she said. "Well, I gotta go. Bye." Then she closed the door.

"OK, guys, show's over," a man, the driver of the trailer, said. He closed the door, then got in. 

Kim, still naked, opened a side window of the trailer and smiled at Griff. "I'll see you tonight, or, rather, you'll see me tonight, right?"

"All of you," Griff panted. 

She giggled, and the trailer drove off. 

***********

In Manny's house early that evening, he was lying naked on his bedroom floor. A black friend of his was with him, zipping up his pants. Manny had a full erection, his skin was covered in some kind of cream, and he was coming down from what seemed to be an intense drug trip.

"How you doing, lover?" the friend asked him.

"Oh, great," Manny said, rolling over, pushing out his ass, and showing a gaping anus. "How was I, Michael?"

"You. Were. Amazing," Michael said. "I never knew you had any gay in you."

"I don't," Manny said, rolling on his back and revealing Michael's come dripping off his face. "I was experimenting."

"So, does this mean you're going full bisexual?" Michael asked.

"Not at all. That was just a one-time thing."

"Judging by the way you were doing me, I'd say you wanna do it again."

"Really? What exactly did I do? I only vaguely remember, I was so disoriented."

"Let me put it to you this way, Manny. Do you remember Jack Black in the movie, 'Tropic Thunder'? When he was tied to the tree...what he said when Alpa Chino let it slip that he was gay?"

"Holy shit!" Manny said. "Is that why this gunk on my face doesn't feel like my Cream?"

"That's MY cream, Manny."

"I didn't."

"You did. You went full faggot."

"Never go full faggot...unless..." Manny was grinning from ear to ear.

"Unless what?" Michael asked. "Why are you grinning? When I learned I was gay, I was shaking in horror. It took me ages to accept who I was. How can you be adjusting to it so quickly?"

"Because I'm not gay in the slightest."

"You're not making any sense, Manny. I think that oily drug you got on yourself is still fucking with your head."

"No, it isn't. It's completely worn off. And I'm thrilled with the results of my experiment."

"You're thrilled that you took my dick in your ass, sucked my dick and balls, and let me blow my load all over your face...and you're still straight? Any straight guy would be traumatized to know what you just did with me. Why are you so happy about it?"

"Because it means that my Cream works!" Manny said, picking up a jar of it and showing it to Michael.

"I thought it was just for keeping women's skin young."

"That was my original plan. But after experimenting with it over all these fifteen years, I've discovered it has some wonderful side effects." 

"You damn right about that. It gets you horny as hell, gives you a hard-on like Viagra. Look at you, you're still hard. And it gets you so stoned, you don't know what you're doing...and you don't even seem to remember doing it after."

"That's right. Do you realize what I can use Cream for? I can sell it to guys who can use it on any girl they want. Get the girl to let the guy fuck him. He can leave her afterwards and she'll forget who it was that took advantage of her. She'll be so horny, she won't be able-or willing-to resist a guy's advances, no matter how undesirable the guy is. Guys will buy my Cream in droves. I'm going to be RICH!"

"Hey, man, that kind of sounds like a mean thing to do to women, you know. That can be really abused. Maybe you shouldn't do it."

"Aww, come on," Manny said. "I just let you have your way with me, and I don't feel traumatized or anything. And it doesn't have to be used only on women. As you saw for yourself, it can be used on guys, too. Women desperate for a lay can use Cream on any guy they want. So can gays. This is a fantastic business opportunity. Wanna be my business partner? We'll be rich."

"I...don't think so," Michael said. "But good luck with your business venture, anyway. I hope you're as successful as you say you'll be." He secretly didn't want Manny to be successful with Cream, but he knew that this entrepreneur had a steely look in his eyes that warned him not to interfere.

"Well, if you change your mind, just let me know. Anyway, to sell Cream, I'm going to need a beautiful, hot-looking woman to be my demo...and earlier today, I met the perfect woman..."

Cream Ch. 02



Griff walked into Jack-In-the-Box at about 7:30 that evening, his wallet fat with a wad of over $1,000. As he approached the stage, he saw Kim, fully nude, taking off her high heels. She turned around to see him standing at the tip rail and admiring her body as she walked on her tip-toes towards him with a grin.

He was wearing a new pair of jogging pants, with a fresh pair of loose-fitting boxer shorts underneath, as he had worn (then soiled) when he saw her at the competition that afternoon. Again, his already full erection was pointing straight at her. She giggled at its obviousness, something he still either wasn't aware of or didn't care about. He sat at the tip rail and ordered a beer.

"Hi, Griff," she shouted loud enough for him to hear just over the song that was playing, 'Going Under' by Evanescence. Then she got on the floor on her back, spread her legs before him and brought them up high so her vulva and anus were fully displayed, level with his face and about two feet away.

His eyes and mouth were as agape as her vagina and anal orifice were, such that, had Griffin been a cyclops, her holes would have almost made an upside down mirror of his face at that moment. 

Oh, how he wanted to roll his tongue along the puckered, caramel orifice of her anus, up her perineum, then to her vaginal opening and up to her clitoris! How he ached to suck on that pink clit, get it hard as a gemstone, then suck on her labia, gently tugging on them with his lips till they were wet and swollen! How he wanted to finger her to orgasm, to repay her for the squirts she'd caused him to give after that beauty contest!

She rolled over on all fours with her ass pushed out to his face, so her pussy and asshole were still showing. After giving him another good look, she crawled around to face him. She crawled up to him and squeezed her breasts against his face. She brushed her erect nipples against his lips.

"Don't blow your load again," she said in his ear.

"I'm i-in control now," he said in her ear. "Don't worry."

The song ended. She got up. He looked up and down at her glorious nakedness, from her perfumy-sweet hair down to her almost edible bare feet.

"OK, everybody," the DJ announced. "Let's all put our hands together for this very sexy lady...Come."

Come? thought Griff as he clapped for her. I guess that's her stage name...but she said her name was Kim...she told me her REAL name.

Everybody cheered as she got off the stage, picking up her black bra and thong, her shoes, and her purse. She went up to Griffin without bothering to put anything on.

"Can I have some lap-dances in one of the VIP rooms?" he asked. "I'm dying to experience what you promised this afternoon."

"Sure," she said, eyeing that bulge in his jogging pants...the bulging wallet more so than his erection. "Follow me."

They went into a VIP room and sat on a couch, her beside him on his left. He put his beer on a coffee table to the right of the couch; she put her things there, too, deliberately rubbing her skin against his arm. Then she reached over to the lamp behind the coffee table, brushing her breasts against his arm, and reset the lamp to the brightest setting. 

"That's so you can see my body better," she said with a smirk.

He looked at her now well-lit body and said, "Good idea."

She giggled.

"Is 'Come' your stage name?" he asked.

"Yeah. Kim Aditti's my real name; Come, Oddity is my full stage name."

"'Come' makes perfect sense to me, since that's what you do to me. But apart from the pun on your real name, why 'Oddity'? There's nothing odd about you."

"Well, I was a bit odd as a teenager. But more importantly, I call myself 'Come, Oddity' because I always seem to attract weird people."

"Well, I'm a pretty strange one, that's for sure."

"Oh, I didn't mean you, Griff. I'm sorry. Just most of the guys who like me are weirdos and creeps. You're an exception."

"Well, my brother Manny's a bit of a creep. You must have had that feeling from him today in that forest."

"Yeah, he's a little strange. He sure twitches a lot, with that facial tic he has. But a lot of other guys I've known are a lot worse. Real creeps. Some of them I've known, or have known ME, rather, far more than we should have known each other." 

She was frowning and looking away in a daze when she said that. Griffin's eyebrows went up at the look on her face, having learned a little something about her that shouldn't have been.

A hip-hop song began, 'Still,' by the Geto Boys. She got up and stood before him.

"Shall we?" she asked, pushing her knee against his hard-on.

"Definitely," he panted, putting his hands on her waist. Her skin was delectably smooth, candy for his hands. She got up close and put her nose against his.

"Remember," she said, bringing her mouth to his left ear and breathing in it. "You can touch me all over, including between my legs and buttocks, but no fingers inside my vagina or anus, OK? You can touch the surfaces, but not penetrate. I want there to be something about me that you don't know. It keeps me sexy for you."

"OK," he sighed, his hands on her bubbly butt, opening those round cheeks and letting his fingers creep into the crack. 

"As I said before," she said between licks on his left ear, "I don't like being known too well." She rolled her tongue in and around that ear. The feeling of her divine saliva there was exquisite. Her fingers were on his chest, tickling his erect nipples. 

His right index and long fingers were brushing against the wrinkles that swirled around the orifice of her anus. His gentle, tickling touch was actually making her breathe heavier, something that she hadn't expected. 

"Hmm," she said, now looking in his eyes calmly and smiling as those fingers continued fingering her asshole. "You must like anal sex. You must wanna see this." She got up, turned around, and spread her butt.

He blushed at her frank acknowledgement of his fascination with her pretty asshole. "Yeah," he chuckled in embarrassment. "Though I've never done that with a girl."

"I've had men do me in the ass before," she said, bending over and spreading her legs so he could see her asshole better. Her feet were touching his hard-on. She opened her right buttock so he could see her anus all the more clearly; she looked back in his eyes to know how he was enjoying what he saw.

"Did you enjoy getting it in the ass?" he asked, rubbing his finger in circles around the anal orifice. She sighed softly, trying to ignore the pleasure his touch was giving her.

"Sometimes I've enjoyed it, sometimes not. Depends on the man. I really have to like him."

"What makes you like a man?"

"If he worships me, as he should, and always wants to give me things," she said. Reel him in, she thought; reel him in.

"What does a guy have to do to be worthy of this beautiful hol-, I mean, worthy of you?"

"He has to be really, really good," she said, keeping her ass open so he could see. 

"What does 'really, really good' mean to you?" he asked, now fingering her vulva.

"You have to figure that out for yourself," she said, smirking back at him. Give me, she thought; give me your money, and I'll give you everything...not!

Still trying to ignore how good he was with his hands, she actually, for a few seconds, contemplated him as a potential boyfriend. He was cute, she acknowledged: a handsome young brunet, with a tall, thin body, a cute smile, and a sweet, if naive, personality. She almost felt guilty about leading him on and taking his cash.

And those hands were talented.

His fingers were now gently tickling her clitoris. To his delight and amazement, it was getting hard! He continued stroking her there, almost psychically sensing how she exactly liked it. His other hand was rubbing against her vaginal orifice, which was getting wetter and wetter. The temptation to break her rule and slide his finger inside was as enormous as was his erection. 

She turned around to face him, her eyes closed and her mouth open as she moaned her appreciation of his touch, something no customer-or former boyfriend-had ever made her feel before. Her growing horniness was confusing her.

He's just a customer, she reminded herself in her thoughts; don't develop feelings for him. All men are the same. They fuck you and leave you when you're no fun anymore. They use women, so I have the right to use them, too. Get Griff's money. Don't hope for his love. He's cute and sweet, but he'll disappoint me, as all the others have. He only likes my body. He doesn't love me. He can't.

She sat on his lap, right where his pointy hard-on was. As she slowly came down, that cock under his jogging pants slid a few inches inside her wet pussy. She moaned as loud as he did. He heard her moans and smiled. They looked in each other's eyes, sighing as she continued riding him. His meat, and his wet jogging pants, went in and out of her for the next ten seconds or so.

"You are...inside me," she sighed. "Oh!"

Since she was allowing this penetration to happen, he grew more daring, and slowly slid the finger that had been stroking her anal orifice inside. She looked in his eyes with no disapproval at all, so he kept sliding that finger in further, till it was about a half-centimetre inside. As with his cock, with his pants for a condom, he pushed his finger in and out, her permissive eyes always locked on his.

But she soon got up, getting his hard-on out of her.

"Oh!" she moaned, still letting him finger-fuck her asshole. "I'd better not...continue with that. I shouldn't...enjoy my work...too much."

"Why not?" he sighed, now sliding a finger up her soaking cunt. He found her G-spot and began tickling.

"Ah!" she squealed, then she brought her tits down to his face. He wrapped his lips around her raspberry-like right nipple and sucked on it like a baby. If only he could have drunk her milk.

Though his hard-on wasn't inside her anymore, the tip, soaked in her vaginal fluids, was brushing against the orifice. His finger was now tickling her rock-hard clit. His other finger was still in her butt, about half an inch inside.

She got up, turned around, and sat on his lap. His erection was now rubbing against her vaginal opening and her clit. He cupped his hands around her naturally large breasts and fondled them, giving them gentle squeezes, his fingers pinching her pointy nipples. She sighed and reached back, running her fingers through his hair.

The songs, mostly hip-hop, kept passing by, him always asking for more lap dances, and her always allowing his fingers to penetrate her vagina and anus. He'd sucked on both breasts, each one at least a dozen times, and Griffin and Kim kept each other close to, but never quite reaching, orgasm the whole time.

At one point, as he was fingering her G-spot, she stood up, her back to him, and opened her buttocks so he could see her asshole again. His finger was in it, too, and he pulled it out to see the opened brown eye.

She looked back at him, smirking as she saw him admiring her anus. "Is it pretty?" she asked.

"Way too pretty for pooping," he grunted.

She giggled. "That's the weirdest compliment I've ever gotten. See? I attract the odd ones."

"May I sniff it?"

"Sure," she said, bending over to bring her ass closer to his face. "It's kinda stinky, though."

"I don't mind." He was already smelling the faecal aroma.

"Why, my horny Oddity?"

"Because, however it may smell, it's you. When I sniff one of your private smells, I feel like I'm knowing you better, getting close to you."

"Well, as I said, I don't like being known too well, but anyway, enjoy, my cute little Oddity." His nose was right between her cheeks, his lips a millimetre or two away from her kissing her raisin asshole. "Wanna kiss me?"

"Ardently." He gave those brown lips as passionate a ten-second kiss as he would have given the lips on her face, painted bright with red lipstick. She moaned at his lips' damp, cushiony touch.

Wow, she thought; he worships me. He even worships my shit-smells!

She wrapped her buttocks around his face, fully acquainting him with their softness and smoothness. "Finger me again."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, his one finger still rubbing against her G-spot, his other hand tickling her clit. 

"Oh! Oh! Ah!" she squealed, turning around and putting her knees against the hard-on in his jogging pants, those stained with HER fluids this time. "Don't stop, baby. Ah!"

She put her left breast in his mouth. He was sucking hard on it as he continued frigging her. 

The finger that had been tickling her clit was now in her asshole again; she opened her buttocks to let him get in there an inch or so again. The finger in her pussy slid all the way in, shaking like a vibrator to bring her past the point of no return.

"Ah!" she screamed, and soaked his finger in her come. A few drops of her cooze dripped on the stains on his jogging pants.

She stood before him dazed, her eyes closed as he licked her come off his fingers. She looked in his eyes and smiled as he continued sticking his fingers in her to soak up all that come and taste it. "Do I...taste good?" she asked.

"Better than maple syrup," he said, sucking her come off his sticky fingers.

"I should...make you come," she sighed, grabbing that cock in his stained jogging pants. "It's only fair."

"Shall I take it out?"

"No!" she snapped, squeezing it. "I don't wanna see it." With that one squeeze, his come merged with hers on that stain. "I don't wanna know too much about you, seeing as you already know more about me than I meant for you to."

"I counted 56 songs in total," he said, pulling out his wallet. "Is that right?"

"Yeah. I hope you have enough in that big wallet of yours."

"I do, don't worry." He pulled out a wad of money. "$1,120."

"Thanks," she said, taking the money and putting it in her purse.

"I'm going to an ATM to get another $1,000."

"We'll be closing for the night before you can spend it all, but go ahead," she said with a smile. "I'll be waiting for you here. I'll stay naked for you, too."

"You should always be naked," he said. "You're too beautiful to wear clothes...ever."

She giggled. "Thanks."

"OK, I'll be back real soon," he said, running out of the bar in his soaking wet pants. 

She was actually feeling a little guilty about charming him out of so much money, especially after he'd made her feel so good. He was also much nicer than any man she'd ever known. He was clearly more than just a wallet for her to stick her fingers into.

A man opened the door and poked his face in the VIP room, a face she recognized from earlier that day. "Excuse me," he said, twitching. "Can I have a lap-dance or two, please?"

"Sure," she said. "I can give you a few, before your brother comes back, which will be soon."

"Great," Manny said, with a jar of Cream in his jacket pocket. He sat on the couch beside her and smiled.



Cream Ch. 03



Manny sat beside Kim on that couch in the VIP room, to her right, just as Griffin had. He had his hand in his jacket pocket, surreptitiously screwing the lid off the jar of Cream and dipping his index and long fingers into it as he chatted with her. His facial tic, a twitching of his right cheek and blinking of his right eye every five to ten seconds, was useful in distracting her from what his fingers were doing.

"I'm sorry," Kim said, trying to ignore his twitching. "I forgot your name."

"Manny Egan-Olmi," he said. "And you're 'Commodity', right?"

"Kim Aditti," she corrected. "'Come, Oddity' is my stage name."

"Right," he said. "Commodity."

"Come, Oddity." She stressed the pause in between the words.

"Right. Commodity." He gave not even the slightest pause.

"Whatever." Prince's song, 'Cream,' began to play. "Shall I start?"

"Absolutely," he said. "What an appropriate song for my lap-dance."

"If you're anything like your brother Griff, it is," she said. Now standing before him, she was swaying her hips to the beat as he stroked her leg with his un-Creamed hand.

She put her knees against his groin and pushed them against his hard-on, which was nowhere near as impressive as his brother's. Practically insulted, she assumed the much-older Manny was much less of a man in bed.

She got up close and blew in his ear. His clean hand stroked her breast. "OK," she said. "You can touch me all over, but not inside. I wanna leave a little mystery."

"I see," he said, putting his Creamed fingers on her vulva and spreading the Cream all over, from clit to perineum. 

"Ooh!" she squealed, instantly too horny to think about the Cream she'd felt him smearing on her. "How is it...I'm always getting...horny...from a man's touch? Ah!" As he slid his Creamed fingers inside her vagina, making her squeal all the louder, he dipped the fingers of his other hand in the jar.

Those fingers then rubbed Cream all over her breasts, making her nipples tingle and her heart race with excitement. His other fingers pulled out of her cunt and reached forward to Cream up her asshole; his index finger then went an inch inside. 

"Oh!" she moaned. "I don't...normally...let guys...stick their fingers...inside me...Ah!...but I can...make an...exception...for you and...your brother...Oh!"

Next, Manny rubbed some Cream on some crucial parts of her body--her forehead, ears, and nostrils. With the Cream quickly seeping inside, it would soon make contact with her brain, and the hallucinatory effects would take place almost immediately. She was now totally in his power.

The whole room, in her eyes, was as bright and colourful as if she'd dropped a big hit of LSD; her whole body was tingling as if she'd swallowed a pill of ecstasy. She looked at Manny's face, but instead of seeing the facial tic, she saw faces of former boyfriends, men she imagined herself reconciled with...men, had she been sober, that she'd never have been reconciled to.

"Come with me, Commodity," he said, standing up. He took her by the hand and led her, still completely naked, out of the VIP room and into the main area of the bar.

A bouncer noticed him taking Kim to the rear exit. The bouncer rushed over to them, saying, "Hey, asshole! What d'you think you're doing, eh?"

He was about to grab Manny and hit him, but Manny wiped some Cream on the bouncer's arm, instantly making him feel sexually excited. Then Manny rubbed some Cream in the muscleman's ears and nostrils; he breathed it in, and became as stoned as Kim. He lay on the floor, pulled out his hard-on, and began whacking off right in front of everybody.

Soon, other people, including the other bouncers, came over and tried to get the masturbating bouncer to zip up his pants. This distraction allowed Manny to slip out of the bar with nude Kim unnoticed.

His car was right by the rear exit, so he got her in the car quickly and drove away.

A few minutes later, Griff rushed back into the bar and into that VIP room, but he saw only Kim's purse, bra, thong, and high heels. His goddess was gone.

"What the fuck?" he said, poking his head out of the room to see if she was elsewhere in the bar. Another stripper, a tall black beauty, approached him with a frown.

"Hey," she said. "Are you with a girl in there?"

"No," he said. "'Come' is supposed..."

"You're not allowed in there unless a dancer takes you in, buddy-boy!" she scolded. "I'm Roxy. I'll go in with you if you like."

"You don't understand. Kim was waiting for me in here, but she's gone. Her things are still here, though."

"Really?" Roxy said. "Why would she leave her stuff in there?"

"I don't know. Is there a safe place to put it? I spent a lot of money on her; I want HER to have it, not some thief."

"I'll put it in her locker," Roxy said, going in the room to get Kim's things.

"I'll see if I can find Kim--er, Come," Griff said, going out of the room and seeing the crowd of people standing around the still-masturbating, still-high bouncer lying on the floor. "What the fuck is going on here? I leave Jack-In-the-Box for a second and everyone starts acting crazy." He was disappointed not to see Kim among the onlookers, or anywhere else in the bar.

He found Roxy and went up to her. "Did you find Kim?" she asked.

"No," he said, pouting and worried. "Is her stuff stowed away safely?"

"Yeah," she said. "Kim's locker was open, so I put her things in it and locked it. Don't worry about that."

I'll just worry about Kim, he thought.

************

In Manny's house, he had Kim in his basement; she was writhing and fidgeting on her back on a bed there. Manny unzipped his pants while admiring her nakedness. He smeared a little Cream on his cock, which immediately pointed up in a full erection.

"Not too much on me," he said. "I don't wanna lose control the way I did with Michael, or the way Kim has lost control here." He twitched. He got on the bed on top of her in the missionary position. "Time to fetishize my Commodity."

He got her legs and spread them wide and upwards, revealing her wet, ready vagina. He slid his cock in slowly, smiling as he heard her sighing and squealing. When he got all the way in, she let out a loud, high-pitched squeal. 

He was thrusting aggressively, making her sigh with each poke. He put his hands on her breasts and squeezed them. He marvelled at how she would look into his eyes and grin, blissfully unaware of the fact that a man she wasn't the slightest bit attracted to was enjoying her. 

I know you don't like me, bitch, he thought as he continued shoving away inside her. You like my nice, sensitive younger brother, Griff. But Cream rids me of my charmlessness, as it will the charmlessness of all my future customers, those who will watch you demonstrate Cream's effectiveness. 

He came inside her, then turned her around so she'd be on all fours. He got her legs spread and her ass pushed out towards him so her asshole was showing. He rubbed some Cream all over the orifice and inside a few inches, her moaning the whole time. 

Because his cock was Creamed, it immediately got hard again, since that was one of Cream's many miraculous side effects. He slowly, carefully pushed the tip of his cock against her anal opening, coaxing the hole open. Then his cock slid in an inch, then another inch, then soon, all the way in. She moaned softly.

He slid in and out, enjoying that tight ring that was pinching his rod. He reached forward to cup her breasts in his hands and pinch the nipples. With Cream still on his hands, he kept smearing it all over her skin to keep her horny. He also rubbed some in her ears and on her nostrils to keep her high.

"Unh!" he grunted as he was approaching orgasm.

He came in her ass, then pulled out. He gently got her off the bed and on her knees beside it. He sat on the bed facing her with his legs on either side of her. Again, his Creamed cock got hard again, and he gently directed her mouth to the tip. 

She opened her mouth to receive it, willingly, it seemed, and she looked up in his eyes as it went in inch by inch. She sucked him from the base of his cock to the tip, licking the underside, fondling his balls in her hand. Her eyes never lost contact with his, a smirk on her face showing how much she, apparently, enjoyed pleasing him.

"Oh!" he moaned. "You're...so...talented. Ah!"

She took his cock out and jerked it off while she took his balls in her mouth, her tongue tapping the testicles to make them bounce in her mouth. Then she took his meat back in her mouth. Her wet lips slid all the way up and down his shaft. Her fingers played with his balls.

"Oh!" he grunted. "I'm gonna come again!"

He pulled his dick out and sprayed all over her face, splashes of come going on her nose, cheeks, chin, right eye, and lips. She looked up at him and grinned. He grinned right back down at her.

Why did she seem to enjoy giving herself to him so thoroughly? In her hallucinatory state, she looked up at him and saw her dad.



Cream Ch. 04



Manny finished with Kim and left, feeling exhausted and needing some sleep. He just left his recurring erections alone, since he had a busy day the next day, bringing in some men to help him spread the news about Cream.

As she lay on that bed alone in his basement for the next ten hours, she noted how her head wasn't swimming as much as it had been when he was fucking her. Her vision was less blurry, too, and the tingling all over her body was now more like a soft massage.

She quickly realized she was still completely naked, and as she looked around, her eyes focusing more and more, she saw no clothes of hers anywhere. Where was she? This dark room didn't look at all familiar; and she shuddered when she saw a camera pointed at her from the corner of the room just over the door. How did she get here?

Was that a dream she'd had, of her getting it in the pussy, ass, and mouth of her dad? How awful that, at the time, she'd seemed to be enjoying it. It was like how, back during her teen years when her father had been sexually abusing her, he tricked her into thinking she was enjoying it as much as he was. (Daddy had always used gas-lighting tactics to keep her in control. Bastard!) What a horrible dream!

The door opened, making her jump and yelp, and in came twitching Manny with a tray of food. He placed it on the bedside table.

"How is my Kim today?" he asked, smiling. "What, sweetie, all moping?"

"I'm cold," she said. "Where are my clothes?"

"Clothes?" he asked. "What clothes? You don't need clothes. I've seen every inch of you, HAD every inch of you. You've nothing to hide from me. Eat up. This hot meal will warm you up. Aren't you hungry?"

"Yes, of course. Did you kidnap me?"

"No, of course not. You wanted to come here. You've enjoyed every minute of your stay, as you'll continue to."

Manny's words reminded her of her dad's gas-lighting denials.

"Cheer up, my Commodity. Here, love, you see how diligent I am, to prepare your meal myself, and bring it to you. I am sure, sweet Kim, this kindness merits thanks."

She frowned at him, in spite of her gnawing hunger.

"What, not a word?" Manny asked with a twitch. "Then you don't like this 100% vegan dish, even though I remember you saying that's what you like to eat. And all my pains are for nothing. OK, I'll take away this dish."

"No, let it be," she said, reaching for a celery stalk.

"Good. Eat up," he said. "We have a busy day up ahead." 

Busy day? she wondered with a sneer. What has he got planned for me? Still, I can't ignore my hunger.

He smiled as he watched her wolf her meal all down, her hunger forcing her to ignore table manners. She looked at the glass of milk beside the dish, hesitating before reaching for it.

"It's soy milk," he said.

"Good," she said, but before drinking from it, she first took a bit from a carrot, and thought about how she'd get out of this place. She couldn't try to escape just yet, since whatever drugs he'd given her hadn't fully worn off. She didn't remember, however, how she'd lost control. She never drank anything in his presence, nor did he give her any drugs in the VIP room...none that she knew of, anyway.

Didn't he rub some kind of lotion on her? That seemed to have been the last thing she could remember. But drugs don't come in a lotion form, do they? Would Griff come and rescue her later, since he was Manny's brother? She could only hope so.

She picked up the glass of soy milk and took a huge swig of it. 

"Good," he said. "Drink it all up."

Instantly, the tingling returned. Indeed, that soy milk tasted...rather...Creamy.

She saw bright lights again, all around her, and Manny's face went blurry. Her mind went blank, bringing her back into a dream world, quickly making her forget where she was and what had just happened. Her horny, heavy breathing returned. 

"Come, Commodity," Manny's voice, now sounding as if put through heavy reverb and distortion, was heard to say. "It's time you had a shower." He took her by the hand and led her up the stairs to the bathroom on the first floor. "I'll be having guests over soon, so we'd better hurry up and get you clean and ready for them."

She stepped into the bathtub. He turned on the water.

"I gotta pee," she sighed.

"They'll be here soon," he said, switching on the shower head and spraying warm water all over her body. "Just squat and pee down the drain. You don't have to crap, do you?"

"No," she said, squatting and squirting out the first drops of yellow.

"Good. I'm in a bit of a hurry here." He continued getting the water all over her body as she was pissing a straight, golden line between her feet and into the drain. "You look so pretty when you piss." He sniffed at it. "I even like the smell."

The last few drops of yellow juice came dripping out, and she stood up.

He handed her a bar of soap. She lathered it up and began rubbing it on herself. Immediately, she began feeling much hornier. Eager for more pleasure, she frantically rubbed the lather of the soap, with Cream mixed into it, on every pore of her skin, from head to toe. Though Manny didn't want any Cream on himself, he sure enjoyed watching this beautiful naked girl getting herself hot.

She rubbed it on her breasts, getting her nipples as erect as his cock, which pushed uncomfortably against his zipper...not that he minded, of course. She next got the Creamy soap on her arms, belly, thighs, and hips.

She lathered her pussy, sighing and squealing the whole time. She got it all over her buttocks, crack, and anus.

"Clean inside, too," he said, ogling her crotch. "Don't forget."

"Yeah," she moaned, lathering deep inside her vagina.

"Your rectum, too," he said, turning her around so he could see.

"OK." She dug a soapy finger deep into her asshole.

"Good," he said, rinsing her off. "The Cream will have already seeped deep inside your body, so rinsing you off won't take away from its effectiveness. Now, soap up your legs and feet. Get it in between your toes, too."

She bent over and did so, Manny admiring her ass as she did.

He rinsed her off and said, "OK, now soap up your face and hair. The soap can double as shampoo."

"OK," she sighed; and as she got the lather on her face, breathing in the Creamy fumes, she became so disoriented that she almost fell, except Manny caught her by the arm. He quickly rinsed her off, turned off the water, and got her out of the bathtub.

He rubbed her dry with a large, thick towel. She was staggering the whole time, grinning and giggling.

Then, the doorbell rang.

"They're here," Manny said, smiling. "Perfect timing. OK, just sit on the toilet, don't crap or anything, and I'll bring you out for these gentlemen to see in a minute."

He left the washroom, closed the door to keep her a surprise for his guests, and opened the front door for them.

"Come on in," he said to three men in their thirties, all of whom went with Manny into his living room with grins of expectation. "I'm glad you all could make it today. You won't be disappointed, I promise."

"So, what is this great money-making scheme you have?" the first man asked.

Manny picked up a small jar with a yellowish lotion inside. "This, Mr. Mayor, is my invention, Cream," he said proudly. "I've been working on it for years and years, and now it's perfect."

"What does it do?" asked the second man, who was wearing a black policeman's uniform.

"My original plan, Officer Cole, was for it to slow down the aging process," Manny said. "And it does, beautifully. A full coat of this on, say, a twenty-year-old woman, all over her body, will keep her looking twenty until she's about fifty before aging resumes; so at the age of fifty-five, she'll look twenty-five."

"Really?" asked the third man. "Got proof of that?"

"Yes, Ron," Manny said. "I'll show you video of my experiments on animals, as well as all my research papers later, and you'll see the proof then. I've also used Cream on myself. Would you believe I'm actually 38 years old?"

"No," Ron said with a sneer. "You don't look a day over 23."

"Well, I coated myself with Cream on my 22nd birthday," Manny said. "On the coffee table, you'll see my birth certificate; there you can verify my real age."

"Holy shit!" the mayor said, reading the year of his actual birth on the certificate. "He really is 38. This birth certificate is no fake. My cousin works in an office that issues them. This is exactly what they look like, and how they're made. Manny couldn't have faked this one."

"My original slogan was going to be, 'One coat equals twenty years of lovin', because with one coat of Cream all over your body, or your lover's, you'll be lovin' her for at least twenty years longer than normal," Manny said.

"So that's it?" Officer Cole asked. "We'll get rich off the Fountain of Youth? You said there were potential legal dangers that the mayor and I could protect us from. How is Cream a crime?"

"Because I discovered side effects from the result of my 22nd birthday experiment," Manny said. "Cream made me horny."

"Really?" Ron asked, grinning.

"Yes," Manny said. "The more I rubbed on myself, the hotter I got...and I mean, lose-all-self-control hot. I had a boner that lasted hours. After blowing my load, I'd get another boner right away. And I thought: what if this were used on girls...really hot-looking girls that normally would never even talk to me?"

"So, it's like the date-rape drug?" the mayor asked.

"Yeah, but I needed to make it better, because the memory of any sex does come back a little. Cream needed to make the girls hallucinate so they wouldn't know who'd had them. So I incorporated elements of hallucinogens like LSD and ecstasy, among others. I also figured out how to make Cream sterilize sperm and even kill germs, bacteria, and viruses on contact; so you can fuck girls-or guys, if you're into that-without a condom. No getting her pregnant, no AIDS, no herpes, no clap."

"This sounds too good to be true," Officer Cole said.

"I'll show you all my proof in the video of my experiments, and in the writings of my research later, after the demonstration I'm about to show you," Manny said. "And now, let me show you Cream's effectiveness for getting the ladies." He rushed over to the nearby bathroom. Out came Kim with him, and they came into the living room. 

The men's jaws dropped.

"Gentlemen, I give you the Commodity," Manny said.

Their eyes poured all over her delicious nakedness, from the stoned expression on her face, to her large, naturally hanging breasts, to her shaved pussy, down to her bare feet. Manny turned her around so they could see her perfectly round bottom. She saw a brightly coloured, blurry room that seemed to move in waves. The four men looked to her like her father and three ex-boyfriends.

"She's hot," Ron panted.

"She's high as a kite," Officer Cole said.

"And she's mine," Manny said. "By rubbing Cream all over her body, I've mixed my labour into her. So she's my property."

"Fair enough," the mayor said. "But how does she feel about all this?" 

"She's perfectly OK about it," Manny said. "Cream makes her horny, so she is consenting. It's all perfectly voluntary, gentlemen."

"Sounds good to me," Officer Cole said.

"You see, this commodity," Manny said, holding his jar of Cream up for them to see, "just like this lovely Commodity standing beside me, could have their value solely in their use to me. But I see a better value in them: a value of exchange for money. Hence, my business proposition to you. I could have just used Cream to rub on her and fuck her three holes every day for the rest of my happy, horny life; but I see a huge profit potential in her, her exchange-value. That, gentlemen, is REAL value."

"How rich do you think we'll get?" Ron asked.

"Well, think of all the men out there who'd love to have Cream to get any woman, or women, they want," Manny said. "How much money do you think they'll be willing to pay to have their wildest sexual fantasies come true? How rich do YOU think we'll get, Ron?"

"Millionaires?" the mayor asked. "Billionaires?"

"Beyond even that," Manny said. "As our profit accumulates, we'll centralize our power and have political influence. Bribe cops and politicians with Cream; instead of them investigating us for all the missing women we'll be hearing about in the news pretty soon, we can bring the cops and politicians in on the game. Pretty soon, we'll be running the country."

"And what about when we run out of women?" Ron asked. "Women in Ontario aren't a limitless supply, you know, especially the desirable ones."

"We'll get women from elsewhere, of course," Manny said, amazed at Ron's lack of vision. "Women from the other provinces, American women, European women, Thai women, Cambodian women, you name 'em, we'll get 'em."

"Asian women," Ron moaned. "I love Asian women."

"Oh, by the way," Manny warned, "those women we get, we can't let 'em go. If we free them, the Cream will wear off soon enough; then there's the possibility that, after so many fucks with the same men, their otherwise vague memories of what we did will be strong enough, by sheer repetition of the experiences, for them to name us and bring us up on charges."

"But with our money and political influence, we should be able to fend such trouble off, right?" Officer Cole asked.

"If we keep things under control as I've advised, we should," Manny said. "Also, when you fuck the girls, don't ever hurt them. Never. Not even once. Pain makes the effects of Cream wear off. The more pain or discomfort, or the more prolonged the pain, the more she'll come to, and then start resisting. You don't want that."

"Got it," Ron said.

"Really," Manny said. "I once experimented with Cream, swung my leg in a kicking motion, and accidentally whacked my leg into a door. It hurt like fuck, and totally brought my consciousness back to normal. Never hurt the girls if you want to keep control over them."

"OK," the mayor said.

"Now, putting a little Cream on your dicks is a good idea, to get you Viagra-hard," Manny said. "But don't put too much on your skin. You especially don't want to rub it all over yourself, no matter how good it feels: you'll lose control, as my lovely Commodity has, over here." Kim was swaying and staggering still, Manny needing to hold her arm to keep her from falling on the floor. "And if you get Cream on your face, in your nose or ears especially, you'll be tripping out in a really problematic way."

"I've never known tripping out to be problematic," the mayor said. "Look at her: she's enjoying herself."

"Yeah, but something happens to you that will be bad for our business," Manny warned. "You'll feel empathy for others, a kind of connectedness with everything and everyone around you. I felt it a bit that last time I tried Cream. An almost mystical feeling, as though nothing was separating me from my surroundings. Ego death. Weird."

"How's that a problem?" asked Ron. "Sounds like a good trip."

"You might start caring about the girls, feeling their fears, and then you'll free them," Manny said. "And goodbye, profits! Hello, jail! That's the problem, Ron! The empathic feelings must come from the LSD and ecstasy, among other things, that I synthesized with the Cream formula. I added it to make the girls more cooperative with the sex, to make them want it as much as we do. If they feel our horniness, they'll want to fuck us. For my part, though, I hate empathy: feeling it is bad for business."

"Well, I say we get into it-er, into her, rather," the mayor said with a chuckle as he got off his chair to approach Kim.

"Yeah," grunted Officer Cole as he approached her.

"No condoms needed, eh?" Ron asked, unzipping his pants.

"Nope," Manny said. "Cream kills all germs, bacteria, and viruses on contact, as I mentioned before. And remember: be gentle with her; pain snaps her out of it." He held out the jar of Cream for them. They each dipped their fingers into it and rubbed some on their already-exposed, partially-hard dicks. "Don't use too much. Only a little on the underside. Rub the rest on her holes, to lube her up and make her want you all the more."

Manny got Kim on the floor on all fours, then spread her legs out and pushed her ass out so her asshole and pussy were showing. Ron got on the floor on his back, slid under her, and aimed his cock for her vagina. He put a pillow under his ass to raise him up. 

Officer Cole stood before her mouth, pointing his dick at her opening lips. She looked up at him with a smile, which he mirrored back down at her. The mayor, behind her, aimed for her anus. Manny sat on the couch and watched, with his smartphone set to camera.

The mayor poked his Creamy finger in her asshole, lubing up her wrinkly ring, and getting the Cream deep in her rectum. Ron rubbed the rest of the Cream on his fingers all over her vulva, making her squeal. He got it all over her already hard clitoris, on her swollen labia, and in her soaking wet cunt. Cole rubbed Cream on her lips and tongue; she sucked on his fingers and closed her eyes.

The mayor, remembering Manny's warning to be gentle, slowly, carefully pushed the tip of his dick against her opening asshole. He slid it in, loving the pinching of her tight, bronze ring. He then pushed all the way in with a grunt. She moaned softly to his pumping.

Ron coaxed his cock into her dripping vaginal orifice, moving in inch by inch till he was all the way in. "Oh!" he moaned, her sighing in time, two octaves higher. His thrusting got her body shaking up and down, just as the mayor's ass-fucking got her shaking back and forth. Ron looked down and watched her tits wiggling.

Cole pushed the tip of his cock against her welcoming lips. She looked up at him with a lewd smirk as she slid her tongue along the underside of his cock, his corpus spongiosum already protruding. Her saliva and Cream-soaked lips slid back and forth along the length of his cock, a long and thick one. 

In his policeman's uniform, Cole looked to hallucinating Kim like her father, in his priest's outfit.

"Don't worry, baby," Cole grunted. "God! Oh! We'll be...gentle with you. Unh!" 

She heard his words as those of her rapist father, saying, "Don't worship Satan...and God...will bring...heaven to you." 

Those wiggling breasts were just begging to be fondled, so Ron cupped them in his hands and gently squeezed them, pinching the erect nipples. He was jamming his cock in and out of her harder and faster now: he was about to come. 

His cock felt like her first boyfriend's; indeed, in her hallucinatory state, she thought he, rather than Ron, was under her. In her dreamlike state, she didn't have the critical sense to wonder why she was doing her father and former boyfriends at the same time.

The mayor had a short, thin dick, which made his anal digging as pleasant for her as a fingering there. His smallness reminded her of her third boyfriend, whom he looked like to her. He, too, was about to come.

Manny, always recording the orgy on his smartphone, soon whipped it out and began jerking off on the couch, too. 

Cole ejaculated in her mouth, and grinned as she gulped down every drop. The other two men grunted almost at the same time as they came inside her other two holes. They all pulled out of her, then looked down at themselves. Their dicks were getting hard again.

"Let's have some more fun, then," the mayor said. 

"Yeah," Ron said, "let's all change places."

"Good idea," Cole said. "I want her pussy this time."

"I want her ass," Ron said.

"OK," the mayor said. "I guess I've got her mouth then."

They all got into position, and gently went inside her again. 

"Mmm!" she squealed at the size of Cole's big cock in her flooding pussy. Her anal ring was getting a wider stretch from Ron's cock, and she quickly shook her head back and forth to pleasure the mayor's dick. Her whole body was shaking, as were theirs. 




Cream Ch. 04



"You're right, Manny!" Cole said with a shaky voice. "Your Cream...really does work. Oh!"

"Just like Viagra," Ron said, sliding in and out of her ass. "But better. Ah!"

"I love...how she...loves it...as much as...we do," the mayor panted. "Unh!"

She thought she heard her father say, "Now, you love it...as much as...I do." Indeed, that was the kind of thing her father always said to her while sexually abusing her...and he made her believe it, as Cream was making her believe, now.

Indeed, she was coming, too, though she couldn't be sure if she was having a dream or really experiencing this. It felt too real to be a dream, but what she understood of what was happening was too bizarre to be real: her actually fucking her father and former boyfriends at the same time? And her ENJOYING it?

"This is...one hell of...a lot of...heaven," Cole said. "Oh!"

She thought she heard her father say, "Jesus...went to hell...to get us to...heaven."

"This whore is...sure taking us...to heaven," Ron said. "Jesus!"

That sounded like her father saying, "This hell you're in...will surely take you...to heaven...like Jesus."

They were about to come again, as was Manny, who put his smartphone on his coffee table, propping up so it would point in the direction of the fucking and so not miss any of it. The three men pulled their dicks out of her, got up and, with Manny, stood around her in a circle. She sat up on her knees, looking up at them.

Pointing their cocks at her, the four men jerked off over her. Within the next few seconds, she received a deluge of bukkake all over her face, hair, and tits. She got large splashes on her cheeks, nose, ears, lips, left eye, and chin. She giggled and grinned the whole time. The men just looked down at her and smiled. Their dicks were getting hard again.

"You know," the mayor said, stuffing his hard-on back into his pants and uncomfortably zipping them up. "We could continue doing her over and over again, but I've had enough, in spite of my wood. I say we get down to business."

"Agreed," Ron said, having difficulty putting his hard-on back in his pants and zipping up. 

"Give it a little time," Manny said, also putting his wood away. "Your dicks will go limp. My Cream won't give you Priapism. Don't worry about that. Come into my lab with me and we'll do business."

"Lemme just do her ass, then I'll come in and join you all," Cole said, opening her ass and pushing his cock in. "I won't...be long. Ooh!"

"OK," Manny said, and he and the other two men left the room.

Sliding his large cock in her ass, he made her anal ring widen all the more. His cock gave a little strain on her, making her regain consciousness to an extent, just enough to wonder: was this all a dream, or was it really happening?

She looked back at her ass-fucker, and sometimes saw her dad, sometimes saw a policeman...maybe.

Her tight anal ring was hugging and squeezing his cock so delightfully, it was driving him crazy. She was getting used to his digging, and the effects of the Cream were still enough that she could get pleasure from the anal, since his cock was stimulating the vaginal wall that neighboured her anal wall. They gave a duet of moans.

He was about to come, then he pulled out and sprayed his load all over her pretty buttocks. 

"Sperm-drops keep falling on your head, eh, sweetie?" he asked as he got up, put his dick back in his pants (with difficulty), and zipped himself up. "God love you, you little tramp."

She thought she heard her father say, "Sin keeps falling on your head, but God loves you, you little tramp."

Cole went into the other room and said, "I'm convinced, Manny. Cream is a winning product. Let's do business."

"Definitely," said Ron. 

"I'm in," said the mayor.

"Good," Manny said. "Now, for supplying you all with Cream, I want 20% of your profits."

"Twenty percent?!" all three men growled. 

"What the fuck?" Ron asked.

"I'm the only one who can make Cream," Manny said. "It's my invention that will make us all rich, and I want my cut. Don't worry, gentlemen: you'll all still make a sweet profit after the 20% cut." 

"Oh, well, all right," the mayor said.

"And when you spread the word about Cream to other potential business partners, you can take a cut of their profits, but I'll want a cut of theirs, too. We're all going to be filthy rich."

Kim stayed on all fours on that living room carpet, dripping with the come of those four men on her face, hair, and ass.

Her head was still spinning. Her vision kept going in and out of focus. The lights were still bright and colourful. She still tingled all over, and felt horny enough to want more sex.

But deep down in the darkest corners of her unconscious mind, she hated what was going on, because she had no idea what was going on. Was this a dream? Was this really happening?

If this was a dream, was she ever going to wake up?



Cream Ch. 05



"So, how do you like your women: black, white, or Asian?" Manny asked on his cellphone. 

"I like Asians," the caller said.

"Well, then, you need to meet with my business associate, Ron Sanders," Manny said. "He has a sweet, petite Chinese girl for a demo. All Creamed up, she'll do anything you want."

"Great," the caller said. "Where can I meet Ron?"

**************

The next evening, at about 11 PM, that caller went into a quiet neighbourhood in Mississauga to meet Ron at his house. Ten seconds after the doorbell rang, Ron opened the door.

"Hi," Ron said with a smile and his hand out to shake his new client's hand. "You must be Steve Morris."

"Yeah," Steve said, shaking Ron's hand. "Manny tells me you have a little Chinese honey to test Cream on."

"Yes, I do," Ron boasted as he led Steve past the living room to the stairs to the second floor. They went up to a bedroom, where the girl, about 19, was lying completely nude on the bed. "And here she is, Xiao Wei: what do you think of her?"

Steve's eyes almost popped out of his head.

She had straight, shoulder-length hair, and big eyes that, paradoxically, were commandingly hypnotic in their submissiveness. Her breasts were small, but firm and in perfect proportion to her curvy little body; her nipples were a pair of grey-brown gum drops. She had a little tuft of pubic hair, and light, coffee-coloured skin. She lay fidgeting on that bed, her head swimming and her body tingling from peaking on Cream.

"Isn't she lovely?" Ron asked. "She's all clean, Creamed, and ready."

"As am I," Steve said, rushing for her.

"Be gentle, OK?" Ron said. "If you hurt her, she'll snap out of it."

"I know," Steve said, spreading her legs and bringing his face down in between. "Manny already warned me." He have her vulva a few licks from her perineum to her clit, getting a soprano sigh from each.

"Would you like a little Cream to get you hard?" Ron asked, holding out a jar for Steve to dip his fingers in.

"I'm twenty-four, and I don't need...any help...getting it up," Steve said between licks. "I'm not an old...limp-dick...like you. You can leave, though." He wrapped his lips around her hard clit and sucked it eagerly.

"I have to stay and watch, to make sure nothing gets out of control. That's why I offered the Cream, in case my watching was a distraction."

"Your talking...is the only...distraction." Steve slid his tongue as far inside her vagina as it would go, then wiggled it, getting loud squeals from her. She gyrated her hips and ran her fingers through his hair. 

You keep being rude to me, Steve, and I'll smear Cream on your face, Ron thought. You're a good-looking blond. I'll bet Manny's gay friend would enjoy having you as a demo. 

Steve raised her legs higher, got his tongue out of her cunt and began licking her puckered little black asshole. He slid his finger in and out of her wet pussy, tickling her G-spot. Screaming and nearing orgasm, she held her little breasts in her hands, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. Her eyes were squinted shut and her mouth was wide open, as if hungry to suck his cock. The sight of this gave Steve an idea. 

He gave her asshole a hard kiss, she came, and he licked it all off her dripping vulva. Then he got her body off the bed and on the floor, her kneeling before him. He sat on the bed, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his hard cock.

She bent forward, getting on all fours. She looked up at him with those dutiful eyes, so eager to please him. He looked down at her with a smile, caressed her cheek, then stuffed his thick cock in her mouth. She gagged as he pushed down to her throat, making her slightly regain her presence of mind. 

Images flashed in her mind: Xiao Wei saw a nude blonde girl doing what she was doing, but with a dildo; then she saw a nude black one sucking a white man's dick. Then she saw a nude brunette sitting on a dildo. They all seemed as drugged and disoriented as Xiao Wei was.

Steve saw the fear and confusion in Xiao Wei's eyes. Remembering Manny's warning not to force himself, Steve pulled his cock out a bit, so it would be only half-way in her mouth. 

Noting the potential danger, Ron came over, knelt behind her, and spread her legs open to get access to her black liquorice pussy. He unzipped his pants.

"Hey, what'cha doin'?!" Steve groaned. "She's MY demo. Oh!"

"Yeah, but you're making her gag," Ron snapped back. "She'll come out of her daze." He got his dick out and aimed for her pussy. "I wanna get her...hot again...so the Cream...will still have its effect." He pushed his cock in the orifice with a grunt, and made her squeal.

Ron pushed all the way in, getting a muffled scream of pleasure from her. Her cunt was already coated in syrupy come from her last orgasm-it was about to be more so. 

She kissed the tip of Steve's cock, licked the underside, and fondled his balls, giving them gentle shakes. He stroked her hair and gazed down into her beautiful eyes as her head went back and forth.

As Ron keep sliding in and out of her buzzing pussy, he gently put his finger in her anus, just half an inch or so, pushing in and out by a few millimetres. As he coaxed her asshole open, he gradually pushed his finger in further, until it was all the way inside her rectum. He'd thoroughly cleaned her inside and out, so he didn't worry about getting her shit on his finger. He rubbed it against the rectal wall next to her vagina, adding to her pleasure. She was letting out faster and higher-pitched staccato squeals; she was about to come again.

"Good," Ron grunted. "If she's happy, we've got control. Ah!"

"I'm gonna...blow my load," Steve moaned. "Oh!"

"Let's give 'er...a shower...on both ends," Ron suggested. "Unh!"

Both men were pulling out when Xiao Wei came on Ron's cock. Steve sprayed first on her nose, then in her right eye, then on her lips, her chin, and her left cheek. He put his hand under her come-dripping chin and raised it so he could have her looking in his eyes as he watched the come drip down her cheeks and off her nose and chin.

Roan squirted his come on her left buttock, then on her crack, her right buttock, and her crack again. It dripped down her ass-cheeks to her legs, and on her asshole, perineum, and finally mixed with her come on her cunt.

The men put their meat away and zipped themselves up.

"So, what do you think?" Ron asked in pants.

"How much for her?" Steve asked.

"She's not for sale, Steve. She's my demo, and my personal friend, if you know what I mean. Cream is what made her such a willing whore. Buy a jar of Cream for $100, and go search for another pretty Asian. There are lots to find. A jar should last you for a month, if you apply it conservatively. A little goes a long way."

"How do I use it 'conservatively'? How much is too much?"

"I recommend buying the Party Pack for $200. You get two jars and three bars of soap mixed with Cream-perfect for giving her showers with. Cream is also edible: you can mix it in her food and drinks. The Party Pack will keep her high and all yours for several months, then you'll have to buy from us again. Read the instruction booklet included to know how to do everything right. Deal?"

"Deal," Steve said with a grin. "I know a few Korean hotties near my neighbourhood. I can use Cream on one of them."

"Sounds great. I'll get a Party Pack for you. This way." He led Steve into another room.

***************

Griffin went to Jack-In-the-Box every night over the past several weeks, always hoping-but in vain-to find Kim. He looked for Roxy, that black stripper who'd put Kim's things in her locker, and hoped Roxy would know where Kim was; but it turned out that Roxy was just as missing as Kim was. Odd. 

Though the staff wanted to know where Kim was as much as Griff did, they were too 'busy' to search for her themselves, so they gave him her home address in St. Catherines, as well as the address of her parents in Brampton. Not finding her at her home, he went to her parents' house, knocked on the door, and saw a man in his fifties answer.

"Can I help you?" the man, wearing jeans, an undershirt, and a crucifix, asked.

"Yes," Griff said. "I'm looking for Kim Aditti. Are you her father?"

"I'm A father, Father Aditti," he said, clutching his crucifix. "But I'm not HER father anymore."

"You're not on speaking terms with your daughter?" Griff asked.

"She's not our daughter anymore," Kim's mother snapped as she was approaching the door.

"She's a whore, nothing more," Father Aditti said. "We tried to raise her as a good Anglo-Catholic; I pounded it into her as best I could, tried to turn her on to the rape-er, rapture of Christ, but she wouldn't come out as I wanted."

"I see," Griff said, noting the double meanings in the priest's words. His wife didn't seem to notice at all. "A married Catholic priest?"

"I was a married Episcopalian priest," the priest explained, "then I converted to the Catholic fold."

"Oh," Griff said. "I didn't know you could do that."

"Why are you so interested in Kim?" Mrs. Aditti asked. "Do you want to take advantage of a loose girl who likes living loose?"

"Indeed, she likes to get any man she can find," her father said. "So disappointing. She was mine, but she wants every other man."

"I'm worried about her," Griff said, his brow wrinkling at the attitude of her parents. "I fear someone may have abducted her."

"We reap what we sow in this world," Mrs. Aditti said. 

"She brought it on herself," Father Aditti said. "God's judgement. Not our problem."

He slammed the door in Griff's face.

Gotta love the rape-ture of Christ, Griff thought. 

**************

As for Roxy, Officer Cole had her nude in his basement, along with a client, a redhead in his late twenties. Roxy was on all fours with her chocolate round ass pushed out and pointing at the redhead's face, her dark fudge ass-lips asking him for a kiss, and her pink chewing-gum labia wanting a sucking-on.

The peach soles of her feet were a sweet contrast to the dark brown deliciousness of the rest of her skin. The client just stared at her body with his eyes and mouth agape.

"What do you think, Don?" Cole asked.

"How much for HER?" Don panted.

"For fuck sakes," Cole said. "Everyone asks that. Cream is what I'm selling, she's just the demo. The point is, note how Cream has made her ready and willing to do whatever you want. Now, what do you want her to do?"

"Twerk," Don said. "I've gotta see that ass wiggle."

"No problem," Cole said. "I've got some hip hop on this here CD player. She can twerk to that." He pressed PLAY.

Roxy instantly began twerking to the beat of 'Liquorice,' by Azealia Banks. Don bent forward to get a closer look. He loved the way her round, tight buttocks opened and closed, showing and hiding her asshole like a blinking black eye. She looked back at him, approving of his lustful smile with a lewd smirk of her own. He brought his nose up to her crack for a sniff.

"You like that, baby?" she asked. "Ain't too stinky?"

"Not at all," Don said. "You're perfectly clean, and you smell like perfume down here."

She giggled, then spread her cheeks, showing off an anus like puckered lips that were saying, "Oooh!" He brought his face closer.

"Kiss my black ass, white boy," she moaned, then giggled when he actually did...a long, passionate kiss. She closed her butt-cheeks around his face as he continued kissing and licking, then she resumed twerking. Her buttocks slapped against his face.

Don slid his finger up her cunt, slipping it along her wet walls. She reached back with her left hand and tickled her hardening clit. Don unzipped his jeans and whipped it out, then got up and aimed his cock for her asshole.

Cole dipped his fingers in a jar of Cream and wiped it on her asshole lips and deep inside her rectum, making her squeal with pleasure. Don then pushed his dick against the open orifice.

"Remember," Cole said. "Be gentle. Don't hurt her."

"I won't," Don said, pushing in an inch. "Ah!"

"Oh!" Roxy moaned, fingering her clit faster now.

Cole was enjoying what he saw so much that he decided to join in on the fun. Remembering Roxy's amazing cocksucking skills from the night he Creamed her in Jack-In-the-Box, he walked over to her wide-open mouth and unzipped the black pants of his policeman's uniform. He pulled out his huge cock and stuffed it in her welcoming mouth after Creaming up her lips. She looked up in his eyes with slutty submission as she began sucking him off.

Both men were going in and out of either end of her alimentary canal, joining her in moaning and sighing.

All that went through Roxy's otherwise stoned mind were these thoughts: I don't remember when this party started. I don't feel like I'm on cocaine, which I usually do at parties. My high doesn't feel like pot, either, my usual other choice for dope. Is it ecstasy? Kind of feels like that. Am I blowing a cop? I hate cops. Why am I enjoying sucking off a white pig? How long has this party been going on? It seems like too long, like it won't end.

Images flashed through her mind: she saw a naked Asian girl doing what she was doing with two white men; then she saw two nude white girls doing dildoes, a pretty brunette and...was it Kim? A large group of clothed men were watching the two girls in a room somewhere. 

Why was all this happening?

Loving the tightness of her anal ring, Don reached forward to fondle Roxy's large, natural breasts. She was fingering her vagina now, reaching for her G-spot.

She was deep-throating Cole's cock now, jiggling his balls in her right hand. He was holding her up by her shoulders; being a muscular man, he found it easy enough to do.

Unlike Xiao Wei, Roxy was able to keep Cole's cock down her throat without gagging even once. His pubic hair was tickling her nose.

"I'm...gonna come," Don grunted. "Oh!"

"Me, too," Cole groaned. "Ah!"

Me, three, Roxy thought, still sucking deep down. "Mmm!"

"Let's give 'er...a shower," Cole said. "Ooh!"

"Good idea," Don panted. "Unh!" 

They pulled their cocks out of her and sprayed on either end of her. She was coming, too. Cole shot a load on her nose. Don squirted on her right buttock. Roxy's vulva was gluey with cooze. Cole fired next on her lips. Don shot on her anal lips. Her pussy got gooier. Cole sprayed in her left eye. Don sprayed on her left buttock. Her pussy was dripping with jizz now. Cole splashed come on her right cheek. Don shot on her right butt-cheek. Her cunt was a phial full of come, filled to the brim. Her cup ran over. The men put their cocks away.

"So," Cole said in pants while zipping himself up. "Do you want to buy a Party Pack?"

"Yes," Don said, now zipped up. "I know some black bitches near Regent Park I'd like to use Cream on." He gave Cole $200.

"Good idea," Cole said, taking Don's money. "I love capitalism."

"You sure the cops won't come after me?" Don asked.

"Don! Look at my uniform. I wear this when selling to reassure my customers that I won't let them get in trouble, due to my connections. Don't worry. I'm friends with the Toronto mayor. You're safe."

******************

Kim wasn't in that basement anymore.

She was in a large room on the third floor of a mansion Manny now owned in a suburb of Toronto. He and the mayor were just finishing demonstrating Cream for an audience of men watching Kim and a Ukrainian girl, on stools on a stage, sliding dildoes in and out of their soaking pussies. When both girls came, and most visibly for their watchers, a standing ovation ensued.

Kim saw, instead of the actual male audience, a dozen Griff clones, as it were, looking at her and smiling as they clapped.

The other girl hallucinated a vision of all her former boyfriends.

The girls held hands, feeling a strange bond that went way beyond how they were simply in the same plight. Together, they felt the seeds of special abilities they could barely understand. 

They had images of Xiao Wei and Roxy doing with those men just what they now were doing with Manny and the mayor for their new clients. 

Kim and the other girl were somehow able to communicate their thoughts without even needing to talk.

We must stay together, Kim mentally communicated. We must bring the other girls here.

There are others, the other girl psychically told Kim. Other girls being used. Even a man or two, I think.

Yes, Kim thought; I can feel them, too. I can feel all the things around me, too. 

Me, too, the other girl thought; can we MOVE any of these things?

I'm not sure, Kim thought.

Some men bought Cream Party Packs for their own private use, others became Manny's new business partners, to expand the Cream business throughout Ontario. A few men asked to have the two girls.

"They aren't for sale, gentlemen," Manny said. "My privates own Kim's means of reproduction, if you get my meaning."

"Same for my private ownership of Svetlana," the mayor said.

Suddenly, Manny and the mayor felt something hit them on the backs of their heads. They turned around and looked. Nobody seemed to have thrown anything, but those dildoes were lying by their feet.

"What the fuck?" Manny said. He looked over at Kim and Svetlana, who just sat on their stools looking as stoned as ever. He and the mayor decided to forget about it.

The mayor got Svetlana and took her to his home.

Later, after counting all the money he made that night, Manny said, "I love the free market."

Kim and Svetlana just wanted to be free.



Cream Ch. 06



"OK, what's wrong, Griff?" Manny asked on his cellphone.

"It's Kim," Griffin said. "Remember that hot girl we saw at that nude beauty contest several weeks ago?"

"Yeah, I remember, vaguely," Manny said, playing dumb. "What's up?"

"She went missing," Griff said. "The very night of the day we met her. Like all those missing girls we're hearing about on the news these days. I'm really worried about her."

"Why? You don't know her at all, except physically-I mean, minus a fuck, of course. Why should you care? She's just pussy."

"Manny, I'm not like you. Just 'cause I'm turned on by a girl doesn't mean I can't see she's a human being, too."

"You're such a fuckin' virgin, Griff. Hand-fucking, I mean."

"I am not! I've been with a few girls."

"Liar."

"Oh, fuck you, Manny! I care about her. You don't care about anybody but yourself."

"She doesn't care about you, you naive fool. She only cares about your money. That's the only reason she was nice to you."

"There was more to our relationship than that."

"'Relationship': for fuck sakes," Manny coughed laughs into his phone.

"You weren't in the VIP room with her, Manny."

Oh, yes I was, Manny thought. Ain't tellin', though. 

"When I was with her in there, she let me finger her till she came. Let me put my fingers inside her, even after she told me we weren't allowed to do that. She wasn't faking when she came, either. I licked her come off my hands. Really."

"Sure you did."

"Asshole! She likes me," Griff protested.

"In your dreams," Manny said.

"You don't wanna believe me? Fine. But I wanna find her. She seems to have a troubled life. Her parents are real shits."

Manny yawned into his cellphone.

"She seemed like such a goddess when I first met her: so cool and confident with her body. But when I met her parents, I got the feeling they abused her, maybe even raped her."

How is all this my problem? Manny thought. I've got a business to run. I don't have time for all this drama.

"She must have a lot of pain inside her," Griff said. "She isn't the goddess I thought she was. She's human, like the rest of us."

Wow, Manny thought. My simple-minded brother figured that out all by himself. "So, what do you want me to do about it, Romeo?"

"You haven't seen her anywhere, have you?"

"Of course not," Manny lied. "Why would I have?"

"I don't know. Maybe you were thinking of selling her your Youth Cream, so she'd stay young forever."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"I don't need a hot model for my whole life, Manny. A girl doesn't have to be a beauty queen for me. She just has to have a good heart."

"Aww, you're so sweet and sensitive. University political correctness has programmed you well."

"Look, if you ever see her, tell me, OK?" Griff growled. "Bye!" He hung up his cellphone and stormed out of his (and his parents') house. Manny's such an asshole, he thought as we walked about his neighbourhood to cool off. 

Manny put his cellphone in his pocket and walked towards Kim's room, where he could hear her moaning. 

Should I involve Griff in my business? he wondered. He wouldn't approve of my girl-snatching, but he sure wants my Commodity. Maybe if I get him to agree to keep his mouth shut about my business, I'll give her to him in return. Then again, he needs a job, and I can give him one in addition to her. With that useless English literature degree of his, he can't just live at home with Mom and Dad for the rest of his life.

When Manny reached the door to Kim's room, he noticed that her moans seemed violent, as if she'd hurt herself. He swung open the door and saw her, naked as usual, lying on the floor...with blood all over her left foot.

"What the hell did you do?" he said, rushing over. He saw a smear of blood on the wall by her bleeding toes. "She must have kicked the wall. In her stoned state, she was out of control. But the pain has woken her up a bit. Fuck! Now she's out of MY control." He got a small jar of Cream from out of his jacket pocket, took off the lid, and dipped two fingers in it. "It's a good thing Cream heals wounds quickly, too. So many surprise side-effects in my invention." He grabbed her foot. "Convenient."

She shook her leg, trying to free her foot from his grasp. "Get me...out of here," she said with the articulation of a drunken woman, for she was still a little woozy from Cream's intoxicating effects. "I want out. Bastard! Let me go! Griff!" 

With effort, he managed to hold her foot still enough to wipe some Cream on her toes, where the cut was. She immediately began to grow more and more docile, high, and a little horny. Her movements were slowing down. "Good," he said, wiping more on her foot. "That's it."

"Griff...Griff," she moaned, her head moving in circles and her eyes half shut. "Griff...save me."

"So, you like my brother, eh?" Manny said with a smirk. "I can't have you rebelling like this all the time now, can I? That's potentially dangerous for my business. Maybe I need a new-"

Suddenly, he felt a nearby broomstick fall on his head. 

"Ow!" He rubbed his head, noting that the broomstick had been lying against the wall just behind him. "Things keep hitting me on the head whenever I'm with you." Could there be other side-effects in Cream I don't know about? he wondered as he started rubbing Cream on her legs. No, that couldn't be. Telekinesis? My Cream causing that? Ridiculous.

He dipped his fingers in more Cream and started getting it on her belly and breasts. Her nipples were pointy, and she was grinning and breathing more heavily. Her injury had already perfectly healed. She was back in his control. 

"Still, I'd better get a new demo," he said, turning her over and rubbing Cream on her ass, anus, and pussy. He slid a Cream-soaked finger up her cunt, massaging her wet walls and going all the way in. He spread more on her swollen labia and hard clitoris, making her squeal, sigh, and squirm all over the floor.

Then he got some more Cream on his index finger and rubbed it against her anus-lips, coaxing the hole open and sliding his finger inside her rectum, inch by inch. Soon his finger was all the way in, smearing Cream all over her anal walls. The tingling on her rectal and vaginal walls was bringing her close to orgasm.

"Griff...Griff," she sighed, "Make love...to me, Griff. Oh!"

"You like that, eh, baby?" Manny grunted, getting hot himself from the effects of the Cream on his fingers and from her body.

"Yeah...Ah!" she screamed, then came. "Oh..." Her cream mixed with his Cream.

"That felt good, didn't it?" he said, then he thought: If Griffin has her, she should be safe, since she obviously likes him. I'll give him free Cream even if he doesn't wanna join my business. He'll have the woman of his dreams, and she'll be out of my hands. No more worrying about resistance from her. I guess he wasn't lying about her on the phone after all. Anyway, if I can get rid of her, then I can get another girl, one who doesn't know me at all, who can't identify me, and everything should be OK. I'll give Griff another call after I give her a shower with my Creamy soap and shampoo.

****************

An hour later, he called Griffin.

"Hey, Griff," Manny said on his cellphone. "Wanna come over to my new place? I know it's a long drive from where you are, but you'll like it here, I promise you."

"Well, that's nice, Manny," Griff said. "Thanks for the invite, but I really just wanna find Kim."

"At this time of night?" Manny said. "It's almost two in the morning."

"Yeah, I know, but I can't sleep," Griff said. "I'll be up all night for sure."

"Then why don't you come over for the night. I have a business proposition for you. You'll be rich."

"Your Cream is selling well, eh? It's not really my field, though; I have no head for business."

"It doesn't have to be 'your field'. Griff, you don't have a field. You don't even have a job at McDonald's, for fuck sakes. You have no future, and no direction in your life. You think your fuckin' poems are gonna sell? Come on, I'm giving you the opportunity of a lifetime. You'll be rich beyond your wildest dreams."

"I'm skeptical."

"Come to my new mansion, and you'll have all the proof you need."

"You live in a MANSION now?"

"Yes. And if you come over tonight, I'll give you a free gift. A big surprise. But you have to act now."

"Sounds like you're trying to sell me something, Manny."

"Not at all. A free gift. If you come tonight."

"Normally, I'm the gift-giver. You're the money-maker."

"Well, we'll switch roles tonight. I'll give you a gift, and you'll be making money with me. What do you say, Griff?"

"All right. What's the address?"

*************

An hour later, Griff arrived, and Manny led him in the front door. The place was, indeed, a palace, with priceless antique furniture everywhere, and old paintings on all the walls.

"Holy shit!" Griff said. "Your Cream got you all this?"

"Yes," Manny said. "And it can give you all this, too. Just be my business partner, and you'll be set up for life." He led Griff to a large room on the second floor. Behind the door of the room he could hear moaning.

"What's that?" Griff asked.

"Your surprise," Manny said with a grin. "Open the door."

"That's a woman. A human being can't be a prize. I'm not sure of this."

"You'll like what you see. I promise."

"Well, OK," Griff said, opening the door. 

And there she was, on a couch.

Kim.

Totally naked, as always.

And grinning a greeting for him.

"Griff," she said, holding her arms out to him. She got up.

"Kim?" he said, grinning back his joy at finally seeing her again. "You found her, Manny?"

"Yes," Manny said. "After our phone call, I went for a drive down Yonge Street. I got out of my car by a park and took a walk. Then I saw her in an alley: she was as stoned then as she is now, with a bunch of junkies. Remembering how much you've been worried about her, I took her here. Cleaned her up. Even put some Cream on her, so she'll stay young for you. You're right, by the way: she likes you."

"Griff," she said, approaching him with staggering steps.

"She's been calling your name all night," Manny said.

"Really?" Griff asked, grabbing her arm to break her fall.

"Yes, she loves you," Manny said. "Listen for yourself."

"Griff...you came...to save me," she sighed, then put her arms around him and kissed him. He put his hands on her bottom.

"Save you?" he asked, his erection pointing at her. "The drugs she's on must be to help her forget the pain of her parents. Those drugs must be really powerful."

"Yeah," Manny said. "But go ahead. Have some fun with her. She wants you."

"Really?" Griff asked, a tear of relief going down his cheek.

"Well, duh," Manny said, walking away to the door. "I'll leave you two lovebirds alone. After you're done, come meet me in my lab down the hall to the left. We'll talk business then." He went out and closed the door.

"I found you, Kim," Griffin said, unzipping his pants.

"You love me," she moaned. "You came...to get me...out of here."

"Yeah," he said. "Whatever you mean by that."

He sat on a chair and got his hard dick through the open zipper hole, pointing up at her. She stood before him, ready to sit on it.

"Are you sure you want a fuck from me?" Griff asked her. "I mean, you're really high. I want your consent to be real. You've been fucked over before, if I understand correctly."

She got her legs around his and slowly lowered herself on his cock. As soon as the tip made contact with her dripping cunt, both of them felt the tingles.

"Holy shit," he panted. "I'm finally gonna lose my virginity."

"You're finally...gonna love...my vagina," she sighed, thinking she was echoing his words. She came down some more, feeling his cock poke its way inside her. "Oh!"

"Unh!" he grunted as he went in another inch or two further. "That feels...amazing. Oh!" He was in half-way now.

"Ah!" she squealed as she felt him get in another inch. Finally, she sat on his lap and felt his cock go all the way in. "Ooh!"

She began bouncing on him, his cock making slurping sounds as it went in and out of her soaking cunt. She looked in his eyes, trying to focus as best she could, smiling at him the whole time. And yes, she was really with him. Her hallucinating was finally corresponding with reality. And Cream or no Cream, she was getting horny because of him.

As he moved his hands all over her skin, he felt a slightly oily substance on her. Correctly assuming it was Cream, he still assumed it would only keep her young-looking; though he was feeling a horniness that seemed to be coming from the Cream, and not only from his lovemaking.

"Griff...take me...out of here...Save me...from him."

"Save you...from Manny?"

"Yes...Oh!"

"But he...rescued you...didn't he? Ah!"

"No...Manny...kidnapped me. Ah!"

That can't be, Griffin thought. She's too stoned to know what she's thinking. My brother's a lot of awful things, but not that. Still, he said before that he hadn't seen her...and now, conveniently, he has?

Griffin decided to worry about Manny in a minute: making love with Kim was too thrilling to be interrupted from it! 

He cupped her breasts in his hands and gave them gentle squeezes. She rubbed her hands on his chest, searching for his nipples under his shirt. He moved his hands down to her ass, opened the crack, and rubbed a finger against her anus. Both of them were about to come.

She reached forward and kissed him hard on the mouth. Their tongues were entwined, and slithering over and under each other. Her vaginal walls were sizzling with excitement. His cock felt like a tower of steel, he was so hard.

"I'm gonna...come," he panted. "Oh!"

"Me, too," she sighed. "Ah!"

They both orgasmed at the same time, then they hugged each other tight, her arms and legs wrapped around him. As they calmed down and caught their breath, they slowly rocked back and forth, kissing each other on the cheek.

"I...love you," she moaned.

"I love you, too, Kim," he said. "I'm so...happy...you're safe."

He got up off the chair, her still clinging to him. She even had her legs around his waist, so he was holding her up for the moment. Glue couldn't have been stuck to him better than her.

"Please, Kim," he said. "I've gotta put you down and zip myself up." He put her down, but she was still hugging him.

He put his dick back in his pants and zipped them up. She was hanging on his left arm now. 

"OK, Kim," he said, taking her hands off his arm. "I've gotta go talk business with my brother. But I'll be back for you soon." He began walking toward the door.

"Then you'll...rescue me...from Manny?" she asked in slurs. 

He looked back at her with a frown while opening the door. Rescue her from Manny? he thought. That's the second time she said that. I think she means that. His junkie alley story's a lie, for sure.

He left the room, shut the door, and found Manny in that lab down the hall, the door to it wide open so the brothers could see each other.

"Ah, Griff," Manny said. "You came, and you've come. Feels good not to be a virgin anymore, eh?"

"Yeah," Griffin said with a chuckle as he entered the room. In it was a large table with all of Manny's equipment for making Cream: the large glass apparatus for synthesizing the various chemicals, the books with all his research notes, and about a dozen jars of Cream.

In one corner of the room was a television and a pile of DVDs showing video of all his experiments over the years. In another corner were boxes of Party Packs.

"I'll be with you in a minute, Griff," Manny said as he was collecting a set of writings to give Griff, writings that introduced Cream and explained the whole business to anyone interested in being a seller.

Griffin picked up a jar of Cream and removed the lid. His brother's back was to him, so he could explore his growing suspicions freely. He dipped two fingers in the Cream, and instantly began to feel horny. Startled, he brought the jar up to his nose. One quick whiff of Cream made him feel tingly all over, like being on ecstasy. His vision blurred and grew colourful.

He immediately took the jar away from his face, put the cap back on, and ripped some paper towels off a roll conveniently within reach on the table. After wiping his fingers dry, his horny high subsided. Now he knew what Manny was up to.

I always wondered why Manny hadn't gone public sooner with Cream, since its age-stopping effects on himself were so obvious years ago, Griffin thought. I also know why he's become rich so quickly, but hasn't told Mom or Dad about it. 

He was diagnosed with Antisocial Personality Disorder twenty years ago, when he'd remorselessly plotted the deaths of our brothers and sisters, Griff continued thinking. To avoid a family scandal, Dad used the family's connections-our lawyer, now the Toronto mayor-and the local cops to convince everyone that the murders were just an accident; though we all know Manny hated the victims. 

Now he's modified Cream to drug women into being willing sex slaves for his lecherous customers, Griff thought. I'll bet he's using the same political connections to protect himself now. You'd think my psychopath brother's facial tic would tip people off about his true nature, but he has a charm that makes people forget his twitches. I've gotta stop him.

"OK, Griff," Manny said, the papers all in order now. "Here you are."

Griff took them from him with the most sincere-looking fake smile he could possibly muster. Don't let on that you're opposed to his plans, thought Griffin. Manny may lack empathy, but he can smell hostility to his schemes a mile away. Smile. Pretend to be as creepy as he is.

"So, did you have fun with Kim?" Manny asked. "What a hot body she has."

"Yeah," Griff said with a grin. "But she wasn't stoned in an alley, was she, Manny?" Griff raised his eyebrows and smiled as if he sympathized with his brother. 

"OK, I confess, that was a lame lie," Manny said. "The fact is, Cream is more than just a youth preserver. It's a drug for getting any woman you want to want YOU just as bad. Kim's too stoned to resist."

"I like that," Griff lied. "There's no way I could get Kim to like me as she normally is. I was just kidding myself with what I said before on the phone."

"That's OK, I understand. Look, I'll give her to you, to use as your own demo, or just keep for yourself, if you want. I can always get another girl to demo Cream with. And if we become business partners, I'll let you share the profits fifty-fifty, 'cause we're brothers. You'll be as rich as I am, bro! What d'you say?"

"OK. I'll do it." He shook Manny's hand.

"Alright. I gotta admit, I was worried you'd be 'morally outraged' about this. You, the sensitive liberal university boy. I guess Kim's pussy is too irresistible, eh?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

Manny turned around, his back to Griffin. "I'll give you a few Party Packs to sell to your future customers." As Manny was reaching for the boxes, Griff picked up that jar and scooped some Cream in his hand. Manny had three boxes in his hands and turned to face Griff. "And here you a-"

Griff smeared the Cream all over Manny's face, getting it in his nose and mouth. He smeared some in his ears, too. Manny dropped the boxes and fell on the floor, fidgeting in his horny high just as Kim had been.

Not knowing how long the Cream high would last, Griffin had to think fast. First, he pushed the glass apparatus onto the floor, shattering it. Then he grabbed Manny's books and all the Party Pack boxes he could carry in one trip, and rushed them out of the house and into his car. 

"Sorry, Manny," he said to himself as he rushed back into the house for Kim. "I can't let you continue with this awful business. It's all gotta be destroyed, so you can't make more Cream."




Cream Ch. 06



He ran up the stairs and into the room where Kim was, and picked her up. "C'mon, girl."

"Are you...rescuing me, Griff?" she slurred.

"Yes," he puffed as he rushed her down the stairs.

"I...love you," she said.

"I wanna believe that," he said as he put her into the car.

He drove away as fast as he could, the morning sun just beginning to peek over the horizon.



Cream Ch. 07



Griffin was finally starting to calm down, and slow down, on the highway leaving the Toronto area, heading west. He really had no idea where to drive, as long as it was far away from Manny and anyone helping him. Kim's naked, fidgeting body sat next to him in the car, still peaking on Cream.

The sky was a little lighter with the rising sun. With his left hand on the steering wheel, Griff put his right hand on hers. Then he looked far ahead on the road: there was a police roadblock--two police cars and a line of pylons about to make him stop.

"Shit!" he said. "And you're sitting next to me, naked and high as a kite. What am I gonna do?" He slowed down, the car now moving as fast as if it were in a traffic jam. He looked back, and saw a grey-black wool blanket lying on the back seats. "Oh, yeah, that's right. I have that blanket back there. I can cover you with that." 

He reached back and got the blanket. 

"Bend forward, sweetie," he said. She did, and he covered her completely, including her head, since he didn't want the cops to know she was even there, let alone nude and stoned. Her head was down between her knees. It was still dark enough that the cops, sans flashlights, probably wouldn't have noticed the black lump on the passenger's seat.

He was nearing the cops now. "Kim, don't move at all," he whispered.

"OK," she moaned softly.

"Shh," he warned, moving his lips as little as possible. "Be quiet." He pulled over. A cop approached: his name tag said COLE. "Is everything OK, officer?" 

"No, it isn't," Officer Cole said. "I was dragged out of bed an hour ago after hearing of a perp trying to get out of Toronto, so we have to block all the exits. Where are you headed?" He was looking over the insides of Griff's car.

"Oh, to Windsor," Griff said, faking the best calm he could. "Meeting with family there."

"Can I see your license?" Cole asked.

"Sure," Griffin said, reaching into his glove compartment to fish it out from among all the other clutter in there. He gave it to Cole, who perused it slowly. "Sucks gettin' up early, eh?"

"It sure does," Cole growled. "I'm trying to start a new business, one that'll make me so rich, I'll never need to wear this uniform again. But police duty keeps interrupting me from marketing my new skin lotion?"

"Skin lotion?" Griff asked, looking carefully at Cole's face. 

"Yeah, and I have a black beauty lying in bed waiting for me," Cole said. "I can't leave her unattended for long; she gets all restless, to put it mildly." He was about to walk off and check Griffin's license plate, when he heard something.

"Roxy," Kim moaned, psychically sensing who Cole's 'black beauty' was. 

"What?" Cole snapped, spinning around and darting back to the passenger window.

"Oh, uh,..." Griff stammered. "I said, uh,...I mean, I meant to say, it's a ROCKY road to success." He reached forward to put his hand on her mouth.

"Yeah, ain't it the truth," Cole said, returning Griff's license. "OK, you can go."

"Thank you, officer," Griff said, and drove through. "Whew! Thank God." As he kept driving and distancing himself from the cops, he slowly began to relax. "Why is it that fucking cops always make me feel paranoid instead of protected?" 

Cole seemed familiar to me, Griffin thought. One of the cops who helped Manny escape jail was named Cole, and he had a son, who by now would be the age of that cop I just talked to. I saw Cole's son back when Manny was in trouble, and he looked like a kid version of that cop just now. He has his father's facial features, too, in a really obvious way. Was that Cole's son back there? And he's selling a skin lotion? Is he selling Manny's Cream, and is he protecting Manny still?

"Roxy," Kim said again.

Griffin pulled the blanket off her head and let her bring her head back up. "Sorry I had to hide you like that, Kim. Must have been uncomfortable for you."

"Roxy," she said again.

"Wasn't that black stripper in Jack-In-the-Box named Roxy?" he asked. "And she went missing, too, didn't she? Like all those other pretty young women who've been going missing lately; it's all over the news."

"Roxy."

If Officer Cole back there has Roxy, Griff wondered, how does Kim seem to know about it? Kim went missing first. Were the two strippers demonstrating Cream for customers in the same room for a while?

**************

Griffin, indeed, drove all the way to Windsor, and stopped at a motel. After checking in and getting a key to a cabin, he returned to his car, where Kim was still, got her out and took her into the cabin.

After closing the door behind them, he looked at her. In her still high state, she let the blanket fall to her feet. Her naked loveliness was there once again for his delighted eyes to feast on.

Wow, he thought. With that blanket on, that was the first time I'd ever seen your beautiful body covered. 

He touched her arm. "Except your skin still feels a little oily from the Cream," he said. "I felt a bit of your high when I had the Cream on my fingers; then after wiping it off, I wasn't high anymore. I'll bet if I showered you, the effects of the Cream would wear off, and you wouldn't be high anymore. You'd be your real self again; then I'd know if you really like me or not."

He took her into the bathroom. She stepped into the bathtub and put her arms out to him, wanting him to join her.

"I really wanna believe you want me as much as I do you," he said, feeling his hard-on straining his zipper. "But I'm still not sure if it's really you wanting me, or if it's the Cream making me seem desirable to you." He turned on the water.

"Griff," she moaned, reaching forward to put her arms around him. "I...love you."

"I wanna believe that, but I'm not sure," he said, turning on the shower head and reaching for the soap. "I'm still not sure if we really made love in Manny's house, or if I simply took advantage of you; and I'd hate myself if that's what I really did." He began rubbing the soapy lather on her shoulders.

"Come...in," she mumbled. "I...want...you."

"I know you were mistreated by your parents. Manny probably took advantage of you; other men surely took advantage of you while you had Cream on you. I want the abuse of you to stop, because I really like you. It's not just physical...really."

He was rubbing the lather on her large, soft breasts...and being very thorough about that area. It was getting near impossible to reconcile his feelings between his heart and his hard-on. He felt compassion for how she'd been abused, and tried to remind himself to respect her rights; but her body was driving him wild.

Still with her arms around his neck, she planted a kiss on his lips.

"Oh, fuck it. I can't take it anymore." He undid and pulled down his pants and underwear, his boner boinging up and down. Her eyes tried to focus on it, and her mouth watered. He then kicked off his shoes, pulled off his shirt, and removed his socks in a frenzied hurry. Then he got in the shower with her. "I'm sorry if this isn't what you really want, Kim, but you're just so fucking beautiful. Besides, I need to take a shower myself." 

They put their arms around each other and pressed their lips hard against each other. Their tongues were flickering and slithering all over each other, and their hands went up and down each other's bodies frantically. 

He put some lather on her hands so she could soap up his body, too. Then he continued lathering up the rest of her: her belly, her hips, her thighs, her crotch, and her upper legs. She rubbed the lather all over his chest and belly, getting his nipples as pointy as hers were.

He rubbed lather on her vulva, getting squeals from her as she gave him pecks on his cheeks. She was about to lather up his cock, but he, worried that he'd come right away and end his pleasure prematurely, stopped her. 

Then he soaped up her buttocks and crack, and got lather in her anus. Sighing and squealing, she wrapped her lips around his left ear lobe and sucked on it. Then he squatted down and lathered up her legs and feet. She ran her fingers through his hair, soaping it up so he wouldn't need to use shampoo on it.

He got up and put shampoo on his hands, then gently washed her hair. She was grabbing his ass and squeezing it. After rinsing her hair off, he turned off the water. They got out of the shower, and he got a towel and rubbed her dry. Then he dried himself off.

He took her by the hand and led her out of the bathroom. She lay on the bed on her back, still holding onto his hand. She pulled him to her.

"Kim," he sighed. "I really like you, and wanna have you again, but you've been fucked over so many times already, that I feel I really shouldn't. If I do you now, I'll be as guilty of the rape culture my university told me about as all other guys are."

"Griff," she sighed. "Love me."

"Well," he said. "I'll give YOU pleasure exclusively, then."

He spread her legs and buried his face in between. He wrapped his lips tightly around her hard clitoris and began sucking. She screamed, gyrated her hips, and ran her fingers through his hair. He slid a finger inside her wet pussy and began moving it in and out, tickling her G-spot. 

"Oh!" she moaned. "Griff! Ah!"

"I'm glad...you like it," he said between licks. "I'm also glad...I don't come...as easily...as I used to...Now that my...sexual experience...is finally...growing." 

He sucked on each of her labia, then poked his tongue inside her cunt, reaching as far inside as he could. He pushed her legs up so her anus would be accessible, then he pulled his tongue out of her vagina and began licking her asshole. His finger tickled her clit as he was licking those puckered brown lips.

With all her fidgeting and writhing on the bed, Kim rolled over and pushed her ass out. He got her legs spread, and his mouth dove for her asshole again, now licking with feverish speed. His tongue studied every bump and wrinkle on that pretty hole, and he even tried to poke it inside, getting it in about a half-inch. Inside, it flickered and vibrated for her.

He slid two fingers inside her soaking cunt now, making her vaginal walls shake with pleasure.

"Oh, Griff! I'm...almost there! Ah!"

He took his fingers out of her pussy, resumed licking her there, and carefully slid a finger an inch or so inside her asshole. Screaming, she sprayed her come in a waterfall all over his face. He licked it all up.

She lay on her back on the bed, and he began gently nibbling on her buttocks; then he turned her over and gave her a trail of kisses from her belly up to her breasts. First, he sucked on the left one, loving the taste of that gum-drop nipple; then he moved over to the right breast and sucked on that one. She was sighing and writhing--with pleasure, not with pain--to his touch, and her pussy was getting wet again.

He kissed his way from her chest up to her neck, then their lips met again. She put her hand on his dick and pointed it at her pussy. 

"Are you...sure?" he asked. "Do you want it, or does the Cream?"

"I do,...of course," she moaned. She seemed to be recovering from the effects of the Cream, but he still wasn't sure.

"OK," he said, and pushed the tip of his cock against her vaginal opening. "I like...not being...a virgin...anymore. Unh!"

He pushed inside a few inches, getting another scream from her. She grabbed his arms and squeezed tight as he pushed in further. Finally, he shoved all the way in, and felt what seemed a deluge all over his rock-hard cock. Had she come again...already? 

On top of her in the missionary position, he was shoving in and out of her with frantic speed, getting loud, high-pitched squeals with every poke he gave her. 

"I...love...you, Griff," she sighed, each word for a thrust. "Ah!"

"I...love...you, too," he grunted. "Please, let...that...be...the real...you. Oh!"

He was about to come, and not knowing that Cream would sterilize his semen, he feared getting her pregnant; so just before blowing his load, he pulled out of her and sprayed on the sheets. 

After the last few spurts, he rolled her over so she wouldn't have to sleep on the wet spot. He licked off her come on her vaginal opening, so much did he like her sweet taste. 

Then, in complete exhaustion, both of them quickly fell asleep.

*****************

Manny scrambled to his feet, trying his best to regain control in spite of still peaking on the Cream Griffin had rubbed in his face. He staggered, almost falling down again. He ruptured himself.

"AAAHHH!" he screamed; but at least the pain helped him come out of his high a bit.

He got up and reached for the paper towels on the table. He ripped some off and wiped the Cream off. He still felt the horny high, but not as severely now.

Think of hate, think of hate, he repeated to himself in his mind; I can feel Griff and my Commodity, together in some motel somewhere, but I mustn't let myself empathize with them. Hate, hate, hate! Hate will kill empathy in me. Empathy with the demo girls will make me want to end my business. That can't happen!

He staggered over to a nearby washroom, turned on the water in the sink, grabbed the bar of soap, and washed the remaining Cream off his face. Frantically and deeply did he rub it, to get it out of his pores as best he could. Then he rinsed himself off and dried his face with a towel. 

He was more or less back in control now. He returned to his lab and saw not only the glass apparatus shattered in pieces, but also the lack of most of his boxes of Cream.

You betrayed me, Griff, after all I did for you, he thought; I'm gonna find you and that bitch, and I'm gonna make Commodities of BOTH of you.



Cream Ch. 08



Griffin and Kim woke up in that motel that night, after having slept about six and a half hours. Kim woke first, and, sitting up, fidgeted and squirmed in agitation on the bed, waking him up with a start. She was gasping loudly and sweating.

"Kim?" Griff asked, putting his hand on her shoulder. "You OK? What's wrong?"

"Please, Griff," she said, practically hyperventilating. "I need a minute." She took his hand off her shoulder.

"OK," he said, backing off. "Did I hurt you?"

"Many people did," she said, shaking. She was seeing flashes of many men having sex with her, one after the other: some flashbacks were PTSD-style real memories, others memories of her hallucinations when on Cream. 

She saw brief visions of former boyfriends on top of her. She saw Ron, Officer Cole, and the mayor gang-banging her, then those three and Manny spraying bukkake on her. 

She saw Griffin having her, first in the Jack-In-the-Box VIP Room, then in Manny's mansion, and finally there in the motel. Seeing this last lover made her smile a bit.

"Kim, if I hurt you, I'm sorry," Griff said. He wrapped a bed-sheet around his waist, got off the bed, and went into the bathroom to get his clothes. "I thought you wanted-"

"Shut up, OK? I'm trying to think." She was frantically looking around the room. "Is he here? Your brother? Where am I?"

Having put his pants and underwear on, Griff returned from the bathroom and knelt by her side of the bed, where she was still sitting up, completely naked, the bedsheets lying in the middle of the bed in a clump. Griff put his shirt on.

"Manny is far away from here, I assure you," Griff said, his left hand on hers. "I got you out of his house and drove you here, to this motel."

"What city are we in?" she asked, still shaking.

"Windsor."

"Where's his house?"

"In the Toronto area."

"How do you know he isn't coming here now?"

"I smeared Cream on his face, making him trip out the way you were. He could still be tripping on it, for all we know. If he isn't, by the time he'd got it off his face and come back to normal, we were already long gone."

"'Cream' is that shit he rubs on you, to make you horny and high, right?" she asked.

"Yeah," Griff said. "It's his invention, originally to slow down the aging process, but he altered it somehow to drug women into being men's 'willing' sex partners."

"Bastard."

"Yeah, that's my psychopath brother for you. Money over people. But there's no way he'd know where we are."

"I guess not."

"What do you mean, you 'guess not'? Of course not: he couldn't know where we are."

"Griff, there's something in that 'Cream', something that isn't...of this world."

"What are you talking about? It's just chemicals from Manny's lab."

"Some of it is his chemicals, and some of it's other things. I can feel it."

"What 'other things'?" Griff asked.

"I'm not sure, but I think I can move things with my mind because of Cream," she said, staring at a pen on the desk across from the foot of the bed.

"You can move things with your mind?" Griff sneered in disbelief.

"Look at that pen over there, Griff. Gimme a minute."

"OK, I'm looking at it. You think you can move i-?"

Suddenly, the pen flew off the desk in a twirling motion and the nib hit Griff hard on the forehead, leaving a spot of blue ink there. The pen landed on his lap.

"Ow!" He rubbed his head.

"Oh, sorry," she said. "I meant to make the pen come to me. I don't know how to control this power yet, but I know I can do things like that. I can sense other people, in other places, places far away. If Manny has rubbed enough Cream on himself, he should have these abilities, too. That's why I think he might know where we are."

"Maybe he hasn't put it on himself as much as he's put on you," Griff said, still rubbing his head. "If so, he might not have those powers as well-developed as you do."

"I guess not...I hope not. He put lots and lots on me, and on other girls. I can see them...feel them...in flashes. Even now." She closed her eyes. "Yeah...Roxy. Svetlana. Some Asian girl. Other girls I don't know, but they're all beautiful and desirable. A guy or two, too. If I'm together with any of them, I think these powers of ours will be stronger. It sure seemed that way when I was with Svetlana one time."

Griff got the remote control from the bedside table and turned on the TV. "There has been a lot of news coverage of a bunch of missing girls, all pretty ones, like you were talking about." He switched the channel to CBC's The National. Peter Mansbridge was talking about the missing girls, including Kim. "Here it is!"

Photos of all the missing people were shown, one by one.

"Roxy!" Kim said when her picture was shown. "That cop, Cole, has her. The one you were talking to earlier."

"Wow," Griff said. "You really are psychic."

"Hey," she said when a picture of the next familiar face showed. "There's the Asian girl I keep seeing in my visions-Xiao Wei. And there's a man I see sometimes..."

"And another man," Griff said. "They're as good-looking as the girls are. Manny must be selling Cream to gay men, too."

"Or to ugly, desperate women. There's Svetlana, the one I was with at one point. I think we moved things together, but I don't have a clear memory. Must have been how stoned I was."

Griff turned off the TV, still rubbing his head. He was pouting with guilt.

"Wow, I really hurt you with that pen," Kim said. "I'm sorry."

"I deserved it," he said. "I've hurt you, too."

"No, you didn't. What are you talking about?"

"Look at yourself, Kim. You're naked. I was naked ten minutes ago, on this bed with you. What do you think happened when I brought you here, when you were too stoned to think for yourself?"

"We fucked, of course."

"I took advantage of you while you were high on Cream. I'm such an asshole."

"I was coming off the Cream after the shower, Griff. I wanted the sex."

"But...I fucked you in Manny's house, too, while you were peaking on Cream. You weren't able to consent to the sex meaningfully. I took advantage of you. I...raped you." He was choking back a sob.

"No, you didn't. I've enjoyed every fuck you've given me, including your fingering of me in the VIP Room in Jack-In-the-Box. Normally I never let a guy stick his fingers inside my pussy or asshole, but I let you do it, because you were getting me hot. You actually made me come. You're the only guy who's ever made me come. You're the only guy I've ever been with who actually wanted to please me in bed. Every other guy just had me for himself. You're different. I love having sex with you, Cream or no Cream." She leaned over to him and stroked his hair.

"Oh, come on, Kim!" Griff barked, moving away. "You must still be high on Cream. You shouldn't internalize rape culture."

"'Rape culture'? What femi-nazi bullshit is that you're talking about?"

"It's about women's liberation, Kim. We learn about it in university."

"University-bullshit! All books and no real life experience. I've really been raped, Griff, not just drunk with a guy, then regretting the sex the morning after, like a lot of women who cry 'rape'. My father used to rape me when I was a teen; he even sodomized me. Your brother and his customers raped and sodomized me, but there's no 'culture' accepting what they did to me."

"Yes, there is," Griff said.

"No, there isn't. What we just saw on the news, they rightly suspect those missing people are being sexually abused, and they're not condoning it. What happened to me, and what's happening to Roxy and the others, is something that happens only to a minority of unlucky girls, boys, men. We're unlucky. Most other people don't experience what we have, and I'm glad they never have."

"Are you sure you're not high on Cream anymore?"

"Not one bit. And even if I were still, my enjoyment of sex with you would still be real, 'cause while I was on Cream, when I saw you in Manny's house, coming into that room to rescue me, I knew you were the only guy I genuinely liked fucking. When I say I like your touch, I mean it."

"Really?"

"Really. I've never been so hot for a guy as I am for you."

"No woman's ever liked being with me. I'm lucky if I can even get a kiss on a date."

She looked in his eyes for a moment. "When you had me in Manny's house, that was your first time, wasn't it?"

He avoided her eyes and frowned. "Well,...yeah."

She cupped his cheeks in her hands, beaming at him almost maternally.

"Oh, my little baby!" She kissed him. "I deflowered you?"

"Yeah."

"My little sweetie!" She went over to him, rubbing her breasts against his face. 

"You really...want me?"

"Yes," she sighed, then kissed him on the lips. "Let's make love again."

"No woman as beautiful as you are has ever wanted a geek like me."

"No guy has ever been as good as you are, to deserve a body like this." She put a tit in her mouth and sucked on it. "Did you have fun putting your dick in me?" she purred.

"Of course, though it felt like a guilty pleasure."

"You're not guilty of anything, baby. You think you used me, I used you, too. All that money I sucked out of you in the VIP Room. And I didn't even give you a fuck then. You've more than earned it. You saved me from rapists. You deserve to have this body. Get out of those clothes."

"OK." Smiling, he pulled off his shirt, pants and underwear, and got on the bed with her. He lay on his back, and she got on top of him in the cowgirl position. 

His cock was already hard. She came down, slowly feeding it inside her.

"Oh! Oh! OH!" she sighed as his meat massaged her wet vaginal walls. He was half-way in now.

She looked deep in his eyes, hers telling him what was going on in her mind as he dug in deeper. Her mouth was wide open, as if to shout 'damn, you're big,' but without the words. 

He slipped all the way in, making her squeal up high. As she bounced up and down on him, those squeals kept coming out of her mouth, in high, staccato notes. 

He had his hands on her hips, but his fingers soon crawled like spiders' legs towards her ass, searching for her butt-crack. 

"Let me...help you," she moaned, opening her crack for his hands, so his fingers could find her asshole. "Oh!"

He smiled as he watched her breasts bouncing. His fingers were caressing her wrinkly anus-lips. Then he gently slipped a finger inside a half-inch.

His other hand reached up to touch her left breast. His hard cock was bathed in her vaginal juices. Both of them were ready to come.

He gave that breast a gentle squeeze, then he reached for the other one. He pinched the nipple.

"Oh!" she screamed. "I'm almost...there. Ah!"

"Me, too," he grunted. "Oh!"

"Ah!" She drenched his cock in her come.

"I don't...wanna...get you...pregnant," he panted. "Maybe I...should...pull out. Ah!"

"OK," she sighed, pulling up and feeling his thick cock tickling her vaginal walls. "Oh, that feels...so good."

She wrapped her tits around his cock and squeezed it. Then, after rubbing her tits up and down on it twice, she let him blow his load on her face. He sprayed on her chin, her lips, her left cheek, and her right eye. The remaining come pouring out of his dick-hole she gently rubbed against her tits.

"Oh, that...was...amazing," he panted.

She sat up and let his come drip down her face and tits. "You like the way this looks?" she asked with a lewd smirk.

"Yeah," he sighed. "You don't mind?"

"For you? Not at all."

He reached for some Kleenex on the bedside table and gave it to her. She wiped herself clean.

For about ten minutes, they lay cuddling in bed together and smiling.

"We have to take the Cream I stole from Manny and show it to the cops as evidence," Griff said.

"Assuming we find cops not on Manny's payroll," Kim said. "We've gotta find Roxy and the others, and rescue them."

"I want to do that, but we don't know where any of them are," Griff said. "And if we sic the cops on Officer Cole and the other sellers, they may kill the girls and bury the evidence. Can you use your ESP and feel where they are?"

"I'll try," Kim said. "But first, we've gotta go to my house in St. Catharines. I've got cats there to feed. They've only been eating mice outside. Then we've gotta return to Jack-In-the-Box to get my purse and car."

"What if Manny's there, waiting for you to show up?"

"Oh, I'll be in and out of there fast. I'm quitting, and working in the Showcase, a strip joint in St. Catharines, where I should be safe from Manny." 

"How can you have been living there, but go all the way to Toronto to work?"

"I crash at a friend's apartment in Toronto for a week when I'm stripping, then take the next week off and stay in St. Catharines. A neighbour often helps me feed the cats, though I don't know if she's been able to do it while I've been gone for so long." 

"Oh."

She then got up, turned around, bent over and flashed her asshole at Griff. "When we're done in Toronto, we'll get some anal lube, and I'll let you fuck my ass."

"Really?" Griff said with a smile.

"Yes," she said, making her brown butt-hole wink for him. "You've wanted this hole for so long, haven't you?"

"Yeah."

"Remember when I said that only a man who's good enough can have this hole?"

"Yeah."

"Well, you're good enough."

He grinned from ear to ear. His dick was getting hard again, too. She looked back at it and smiled.

She held it and jerked him off briefly before kissing and licking the tip. He sat up and buried his face in her ass, sliding his tongue inside her winking asshole. 

She moaned, then took his cock half-way in her mouth. He slid a finger inside her pussy and rubbed it against her G-spot. 

He let his tongue slide all over the wrinkles of her asshole, while tickling her clitoris with his fingers. She moaned loudly and at a high pitch, while sliding her wet lips up and down his shaft.

He licked her with long licks, from her vaginal opening, to her perineum, then to her asshole. His fingers were still massaging that clit. 

She held his balls in her hands and gently shook them. Her mouth was going all the way up and down the length of his cock.

They were going to come soon. His corpus spongiosum was protruding, and her upper lip was wrapped around it while her tongue tickled the knob. He brought his head down and licked and sucked on her hard clit. He slid a finger in her asshole, all the way inside the rectum.

Finally, they orgasmed at the same time, showering each other's faces with their come. She turned around to face him. They looked at each other's come-soaked faces as if they were looking in a mirror. They just grinned and giggled.



Cream Ch. 09



"Manny and his money," Griffin said as he was driving in the St. Catharines neighbourhood leading to Kim's house. "It's the only thing he's ever loved. If I had my way, money wouldn't even exist."

"What would we have instead, then?" Kim asked. "Oh, there's my house--#125. What would the economy be based on, without money?"

"Exchanges of gifts," Griff said, driving into her driveway and parking. "You give me something, I then do something for you, that kind of thing. People helping each other, instead of using other people, just for gold and colourful pieces of paper." They got out of the car.

"So, you rescued me, and I gave you pussy in return," Kim said, noting some of her cats on her lawn approaching her. 

So full of love was she for her adorable cats that she forgot that she was still completely naked, and in her neighbourhood in broad daylight. Her neighbours weren't oblivious to it, though. 

"No, wait," she said, bending over with her legs spread to pick up a cat. "When I gave you my pussy in return, the exchange gave pleasure to my pussy, too."

The sight of your pussy and asshole are giving ME lots of pleasure, a voyeuristic male neighbour thought.

"Speaking of pussy," Griff said, now surrounded by meowing cats.

"Yes, I'm a crazy cat lady," she said, picking up a purring cat. "I feed these strays 'cause I love 'em." She stroked its back and kissed its head.

"And what do they give you in return?" Griff asked.

"The love I never got from my parents," she said.

"Except the wrong kind of love," he said with a frown.

"Yeah," she said, putting the cat down. "Like Manny, my dad tried to trick me into believing I was enjoying the sex when he was fucking me, his eyes and filthy hands all over me."

Griffin then noticed all the curious neighbours. "Speaking of eyes all over you, maybe we should go inside, Kim. Remember your neighbours, and your nakedness."

"Oh, yeah," she giggled in embarrassment, her hands over her tits and crotch. They rushed over to the front door with all the cats, Griff right behind her to hide her behind from her oglers. "Good thing the door's unlocked."

They went inside, letting all the cats in.

She led the cats into the kitchen and quickly laid out some cat food for them. They rushed at the bowls.

"Hey," she said. "No pushing or shoving. Mommy has enough for all of you. Gosh, are my little sweeties ever hungry." She stroked their backs as they ate, bent over with her bare ass pointing at Griff's face.

He just watched her and smiled, though not so much out of lust: it was so good to see other sides--kind, loving sides--to the beautiful, nude woman he was in love with...and all this, after having seen--and known--every side of her physicality.

"OK, enough of that," she said, walking out of the kitchen and taking Griff by the hand. "Come with Come, Oddity."

She took him upstairs to her bedroom.

"We gonna fuck again?" he asked.

"Patience, lover; in a minute," she said, bringing him to her dresser and pulling open the top left drawer. In it was a motley array of lace brassieres and panties. "Which of these would you like to see me wear, when we go to Jack-In-the-Box?"

He looked over all the yummy colours: dark red, purple, pink, peach, light green, black, white, light blue, and orange. Looking over at a laundry basket in the corner of the bedroom, he saw the 'granny panties' she'd worn when he saw her at the beauty contest. He looked back at the ones in the drawer. "Hmm...I think I like the black ones."

"OK, I'll wear those," she said. "After our shower together."

"Oh," he said with a grin, following her into the bathroom.

"But first, I gotta pee," she said, sitting on the toilet seat with her legs wide open. "As I recall from the day of the nude beauty contest," she began peeing, "you like watching me pee, right?" Out the piss poured, in all its golden glory, into the water of the toilet bowl. She looked up at him and grinned.

"Yes, I do," he moaned, standing before her and looking down between her legs.

As she continued peeing, she put her fingers on the sides of her pussy to open it and let him see it coming out of her urethra better, the piss now splashing against the front side of the toilet bowl. The last few squirts and drops of liquid gold came out, then she reached for the roll of toilet paper, ripped some off, and wiped herself.

She stood up and reached for the flusher, but he stopped her. "Please," he said, "let me look at your apple juice for a few more seconds."

"OK, my adorable little Oddity," she said, stepping aside so he could look at her piss in the bowl.

After a few more seconds of staring at it, he flushed the toilet. "OK, let's take a shower together, now that I'm nice and hard."

"OK," she said with a smile, and she stepped into the shower stall while he started taking off his clothes. She turned on the water and got the shower head to spray warm water all over her. 

Now nude, he got in the shower stall with her. She was lathering the soap, and began rubbing it on his chest. He took the bar, lathered his hands, and soaped up her breasts. They gave each other a few soft pecks on the lips.

They were rubbing lather on each other's backs, alternating between hugging and soaping each other up. They were now French kissing.

Then they got lather on each other's asses, fingering soap inside each other's assholes, too. Always moaning and kissing each other, they then lathered up each other's hips and thighs. Kim was kissing his neck, and he was kissing her forehead.

Next, she was soaping up his pointy cock and balls, careful not to make him come; and he was rubbing soap all over her vulva, getting her clit hard, her labia swollen, and sliding a soapy finger up her cunt, tickling her G-spot.

"Oh!" she sighed, kissing his chest.

Then she squatted down and soaped up his legs and feet, tapping his fully-erect dick with her nose and making it swing up and down. She giggled at it. He was rubbing shampoo on his hair, moaning at all her excitations of him. He rinsed his hair off.

Then she stood up, and he squatted down to soap up her legs and feet while she shampooed her hair. He was rubbing his nose against her clitoris, making her sigh to the point that she was worried shampoo would go in her mouth. She rinsed her hair, then turned off the water.

They got out of the shower stall, got two big towels off the rack on the wall, and dried each other off. Then she took him by the hand and led him back into her bedroom.

She got on the bed on all fours, her asshole and pussy proudly on display. He got behind her on his knees on the bed, and pointed his dick at her. He so wanted to penetrate her pretty anus, but when he just touched the tip of his cock against her puckered anus-lips, she stopped him.

"Uh-uh-uh," she sang, taking his cock in her hand and lowering it to her vaginal opening. "Not until I get some anal lube. Be patient."

"I know," he sighed. "I just wanted to see what it would look like there for a second." He pushed his cock in her vagina a few inches. "Uh!"

"Oh!" she squealed, her eyes squinted shut and her mouth wide open. She reached back with her left hand and fingered her clit.

He pushed in further, going half-way. Both of them moaned together. Then he pushed in all the way.

"Ah!" she screamed. 

He was shoving in and out now, him grunting and her squealing to the rhythm. He put his right finger on her anal orifice and gently coaxed it open. Then he slowly slid his finger in a half inch.

His balls were slapping against her wet pussy, getting her even hotter. Her finger was rubbing her clit with frantic speed now.

He reached forward with his left hand and fondled her left breast. She leaned her head against the wooden headboard for balance, and with her right hand she fondled her right breast, pinching the nipple. He was pinching her left nipple.

"Oh!" she screamed. "I'm...almost...there. Ah!"

While he was very hot, he wasn't yet about to come, so he kept poking in her with ferocity. Finally, she came a cascade all over his shaft, screaming with pleasure.

He pulled out, and she turned around.

"You need a little more?" she asked in panting syllables.

'Yeah," he sighed.

She got off the bed and knelt on the floor. He sat on the side of the bed with his legs on either side of her. She took his cock in her hands, looked up at him with a grin, and kissed the tip.

"Oh," he moaned, looking down at her.

She licked the underside from the base to the tip, stimulating his protruding corpus spongiosum. Never letting her loving eyes stray from eye contact with him, she then wrapped her wet lips all over his shaft, getting her come off it and in her mouth, and deep-throated him.

"Unh!" he grunted, squinting his eyes shut.

Keeping his cock all the way in with impressive control over her gag reflex, something she'd learned from practicing on former boyfriends, she shook her head slightly back and forth, jiggling his balls in her right hand.

"I'm...gonna...come. Oh!"

And he did. Powerful sprays of gism shot out of his cock and down her throat. Always looking up at him with his cock still all the way down her throat, she gulped down every last blast that came out, not missing a single drop. 

When he was spent, she slowly slid her lips up his shaft and took it out of her mouth, never taking her eyes away from his. When it was out, she licked her lips and smirked lewdly.

Looking down at her, he panted, "That was incredible."

"All that practice I had on asshole former boyfriends was useful, after all," she said, getting up. "Now I have a worthy man to use my skills on."

He smiled and got up. Then he went back into the bathroom to get his clothes.

Then Kim noticed a chorus of meows from downstairs.

"Oh, shit," Kim said. "I forgot about my babies. We've gotta get to Toronto and get my car and purse, anyway. They've been waiting too long. Honey, could you go down and let the cats out while I get dressed?"

"Yeah, sure," Griff said. Now fully dressed, he went downstairs.

Kim went to the dresser and put on some makeup: dark eyeshadow, pink blush, thick black mascara, and dark red lipstick. Then she put on the black lace bra and thong he had chosen. She admired herself in the mirror, slowly turning around and gyrating her hips, while waiting for him to return.

Where is he? she wondered. Doesn't he want to check me out in my undies?

It turned out that the cats had made a mess in her living room, having knocked over things on her coffee table, bookshelves, and the desk where her laptop was. After letting the cats out, he decided to clean up the mess.

"Griff?" she called down to him. "I've got the black underwear on. What's taking you so long?"

"Your cats made a mess, so I'm cleaning it up," he said. 

He is such a sweetie, she thought; no man I ever met before him was so considerate. For the first time in my life, a man wants me for more than just my T and A. 

A tear ran down her cheek.

"Well, I can't wait forever," she said, then put on a tight red T-shirt, jeans, white socks and sneakers, and a baseball cap and sunglasses. "I hope this disguise keeps Manny away."

She went downstairs to see Griffin finishing up the cleaning in the living room. He looked at her.

"Wow," he said. "You look so different. You're...you're..."

"Dressed," she said. "Let's go."

*******************

Kim walked into Jack-In-the-Box alone. She made a beeline for the room where all the strippers' lockers were, but she didn't disappear into it without first being seen by a man in a trench coat, fedora, and sunglasses. He twitched, then got out his cellphone.

"Michael?" he said into the phone.

"Yeah?" Michael said into his. "Is she here, Manny?"

"Yes, she is," Manny said with a grin. "She's wearing a red T-shirt, jeans, a baseball cap, and sunglasses."

"If her face is so well covered up, how can you be so sure it's her?" Michael asked.

"I can feel it," Manny said.

"What do you mean, you can 'feel it'?"

"Look I just know it's her, OK? Don't worry about how I know. Just follow her in your car, as I told you to do. Go wherever she goes, and find out where she lives. When you do that, I'll work things out with my brother, and you can have him in bed."

"I've never known Griffin to be gay. Are you sure he likes me?"

"Yes! I'm his brother, aren't I? He confided in me recently. He's never been with a girl 'cause he's been struggling with his homosexuality."

"And you're not going to use Cream on him?"

"Not at all. Hey, she just came out from that room she went into. Do you see her?"

"Yeah. Red T-shirt, baseball cap, sunglasses, big tits."

"That's her. Get in your car and follow her. If you see Griff, don't talk to him. I'll arrange your meeting with him. Go!"

"OK," Michael said, hung up, then went out of the strip joint after Kim. He saw her get into a black 2010 Chevrolet Camaro SS. He got in his car and followed her out of the parking area. "I still don't understand why Manny can't just follow her himself."

Manny stayed at his table, watching the stripper onstage and considering her as Kim's replacement demo. She was a tanned, skinny brunette with small but firm tits and a shaved pussy. Completely nude, she had her legs spread before Manny.

Griff never went home, Manny thought; Mom and Dad are worried about him, not that I care, of course. He's probably living with that bitch. I can't get too close to her now that the drug effects of Cream have worn off. Griff stole and destroyed a lot of my stuff, but he never got his hands on the secret ingredient that makes Cream what it is.

The nude stripper then rolled over and got on all fours. Her ass was pointed at Manny, who could see her brown asshole and purple pussy. Her legs spread wide open, she slowly crawled away from him.

I'll never forget the day I went camping, about twenty years ago, when I looked up in the sky at dawn and saw something hurtling to the earth, hitting a hill not too far from my tent, Manny continued thinking; without telling any of the other campers, I rushed over to that hill with my backpack on, and saw a meteorite sitting on a clump of grass at the top of that hill. A glowing, yellow liquid was sticking to a part of the meteorite.

The stripper got up and went over to the pole. Holding on to it near the top, she swung around it with her legs spread wide.

Curious to study this liquid, I got out a jar from my backpack and scooped enough of it to fill the jar to the brim, Manny continued in his meditations. Stupidly, I used my bare hand to scoop it in; but its contact with my skin felt good, healthy, healing, even strengthening. With this encouragement, I decided to take the yellow stuff home and experiment with it. I had other jars in my backpack, so I scooped the rest of the yellow into those.

The stripper looked over at Manny and walked to the front of the stage, near where he was. She squatted so he could see her pussy. She smiled at him, using her fingers to open her labia.

As I began experimenting with the yellow stuff, I made sure never to tell anyone about it, Manny thought; as far as everyone else is concerned, Cream is 100% my invention, all from chemicals and stuff from my lab. People think I started my Cream experiments from when I was 22, but it started three to four years before that. I have to lie about the secret properties of Cream, because there are potentially dangerous things in it...at least I think there could be.

The stripper got up, turned around, and grabbed her ass, opening the cheeks and showing off her asshole to Manny.

When I rubbed the yellow stuff on my skin, I felt myself regenerating, Manny thought; it didn't take me long to learn that it stops aging, heals wounds, and cures diseases. That yellow stuff is ALIVE, and highly evolved. My experiments showed that it communicates with its environment somehow, and it can reproduce itself; very convenient for me, since I'll never run out of it.

A contortionist, the stripper was now with her ass on the floor, pulling her legs back to get her feet behind her head. Always facing Manny, who, of all the men in the bar, was showing the most interest in her, she had her pussy and asshole showing for him. He raised his beer bottle in acknowledgement of her talents.

There are, however, inconvenient aspects to the yellow stuff, Manny thought; its communicative abilities lead to empathy. A contradiction exists in the abilities that the alien yellow stuff gives us: more exposure to it gives us a connection to everyone and everything around us, allowing me to feel Kim's presence and vice versa; but more exposure also makes us feel pity and compassion, and I can't let myself feel that, since it will jeopardize my business. So I had to have Michael follow her instead of doing it myself.

Standing up again, the stripper was playing with her little breasts, smiling at Manny and pinching her nipples.

I have a fond memory of my first experiments with Cream, Manny thought; I mixed acids with it, and there was a violent, scorching reaction in the beakers. Then I had all my siblings come over to my lab and try it on, promising that it would be good for their skin, this promise requiring a lot of clever bullshitting to get them to believe me. Of course, their skin burned off immediately on contact with Cream, killing them all almost instantly (Manny grinned then.). Only Griffin, who wasn't available at the time, didn't suffer their fate, though I'd intended for him to. Lucky him. I remember the hate I felt for my brothers and sisters as they were dying. I knew my hate was helping them die, since I'd rubbed the yellow stuff, sans acids, on myself, too. It gives us mental powers of some kind or other.

The stripper was sliding a beer bottle in and out of her cunt now, and faking sexual arousal.

That's why I had to mix drugs and aphrodisiacs in with the yellow alien liquid, Manny thought; intoxication and horniness would distract the girls, and stop them from using those powers against me. I don't even know what those powers ARE, beyond a superficial level, since opening myself to that knowledge means allowing myself to empathize.

The stripper's song was over, so she got off the stage, taking her purse, her black lace bra and thong, and high heels with her. Staying nude, she walked over to Manny, who'd waved his hand to have her come over. 

"Hi," she said, now standing before him. "I'm Peggy. Want a lap dance in the VIP Room?"

"I was hoping you'd ask me that," he said, holding a jar of Cream in his trench coat pocket. 

****************

Back in St. Catharines, Kim drove her car into her driveway, seeing Griffin's already there. As she walked towards her front door, she noticed one of her neighbours smiling lewdly at her. 

He must have been one of the ones who saw me the last time, she thought with a blush.

She went inside, followed by some of her cats. She saw Griff watching TV in the living room.

"Hi, baby," she said, going over and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"After dropping you off at Jack-In-the-Box, I went to a police station and talked to some cops in Toronto about Cream and the missing girls," he said. "They didn't seem to show any interest in looking into it, though. They claimed I didn't have enough evidence for a compelling lead, even after I argued with them for several minutes."

"I figured they'd be unhelpful," Kim said as she held and stroked a cat. "Manny's paid them off. I can feel the other girls, though, and I think I felt Manny's presence in Jack-In-the-Box, though he didn't follow us, thank God. I stopped by The Showcase before coming here. I asked for a stripping job, and they hired me immediately."

"Great," Griff said. 

"Stay with me, Griff," she said, hugging him. "Live with me; don't go back to live with your parents."




Cream Ch. 09



"I don't want to," he said. "Manny will want revenge, and if my Mom and Dad could protect him after killing my brothers and sisters, they'll do it again after he's finished with me. I wanna be with you, always. But what will I do for a job? I'm not good with that kind of thing."

"That's OK," she said. "I can make enough money for both of us. In fact, you can be my 'househusband.'"

"OK," he said. "I can totally do that."

"Great."

"I love you."

"I love you, too. Let's make love. Oh, and by the way, I bought something after I left The Showcase." She opened her purse and took out a tube of anal lube. She tossed it to him.

"Alright!" he said, catching it.

They hurried up to the bedroom. He quickly took off all his clothes and got on the bed, while she stood at the foot of the bed and slowly did a striptease for him. He sat back, put his hands behind his head, and smiled.

First, she unzipped her jeans, undid the button, and slowly slid them down her legs to her ankles. Then she turned around and bent over so her black thong and ass were pointing at him, and she removed her shoes, socks, and the jeans.

She straightened up and turned around to face him. Then she pulled off the T-shirt so he could see the matching black bra. 

"Wow," he said. "That black underwear looks great on you. I'm glad I waited till later to see it on you."

She giggled and unclipped the bra, first opening it a bit to show a little cleavage, but not showing any nipple. Then after a little more teasing, she quickly whipped the bra off with a wiggle of her breasts and a grin.

"Oh, yeah," he grunted.

Then she tucked her thumbs in the sides of the thong at the hips, moving her hands in circular motions as if to pull the thong down, but not yet doing so.

"Oh, please stop teasing me," he said.

"You won't have to suffer long," she said, still with the thong at her waist level. She turned around so he could see her ass, pulling the thong just an inch or so down so he could see a little butt cleavage, but not all of it.

"Oh, come on!"

Finally, she pulled the thong down to her knees, then let it fall to her ankles. He thrilled to see her pretty round buttocks without the thong interrupting their contours. She pulled her feet out of the leg holes, then turned around so he could see her front.

"Now, there's the Kim I'm used to seeing."

Giggling, she turned around again, spread her legs, and bent over. She opened her butt cheeks so he could get a good look at her brown asshole.

"See anything you like?" she asked.

"Oh, yes," he said, unscrewing the cap from the anal lube and squirting some on his finger.

She got on the bed on all fours, her ass facing him and her legs spread out wide. Her beautiful bronze ass-lips were puckered and waiting for a kiss from his cock. 

He smeared the lube on the wrinkles of her anus, then gently pushed his finger inside, lubing the ring and her rectal walls. She softly moaned at his sensitive finger. Then he slowly pulled his finger out, admiring the small gape he saw in her asshole, as if it were blowing him a kiss.

Now he smeared the lube on his hard cock, then knelt behind her, ready to push it in. She looked back at him with a lewd smirk. 

"OK, baby," she purred. "Give it to me."

"Yeah," he sighed, then carefully pushed the tip of his cock against the anal orifice, trying not to hurt her. Her anal lips welcomed his cock with a tight squeeze around it, massaging his shaft as he poked it in an inch or two further. "Uh!"

"Oh!" she moaned as she felt him fill her up. Even when he fucks my ass, it feels good, she thought as it went in further.

Finally, he pushed all the way in. "Oh!" he groaned. Her anal ring was hugging and pinching his cock so delightfully. He pushed in and out slowly and carefully, hoping he wasn't hurting her at all.

He wasn't. Her rectal wall was vibrating pleasure against her vaginal wall. She started fingering her clit, and slipped a finger inside her cunt. She was sighing softly.

What a man, she thought. Griff is the one.

She would gently contract her sphincter to increase his pleasure. She took her right tit and put the nipple in her mouth. She sucked hard on it, moaning the whole time.

Finally, he was about to come. He didn't want to spray inside her rectum, so he pulled out just before the first shot, and blew his load all over her left buttock. The next spray shot on her crack, dripping all over her gaping anus. Then he sprayed on her right buttock. Then he sprayed on her back, just above her crack. He watched his come drip down her ass.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked. 

"Yeah," he said, then got some tissue from the bedside table and wiped her ass clean. "But I think you need some head."

"OK," she said, then rolled over on her back. He put his face between her legs and began sucking on her hard clit.

She was sighing and playing with her boobs, gyrating her hips the whole time. He slid a finger inside her pussy, rubbing it against her G-spot. His lips were wrapped tightly around her clitoris.

Then his lips hugged her left labium, and then her right one. His finger went all the way inside her vagina, getting it wetter and wetter. Then he tongued her still-gaping anus. 

She was fingering her clit again, and about to come. 

"Oh! Oh! OH!!" she screamed. "I'm almost there! Ah!"

She blew her come on his nose and left eye. He raised his head for her to see. She looked down on him and giggled. He smiled back up at her.

*******************

Outside in his car in the neighbourhood that night, Michael called Manny on his cellphone. 

"She lives in St. Catharines," he said. "I didn't check the street signs when I was following her. I'll text you the address later. Griff's with her. You sure he's gay?"

"Positive," Manny said. "He's just helping her. Did you learn anything else about her?"

"Yeah," Michael said. "She went into a strip joint here in town called The Showcase."

I'll bet she's getting a new job there, Manny thought. I'll send someone with Cream to fish her out of there and back in my hands; then Griff will have to try to rescue her, and I'll Cream him up, and give him to Michael. "Good work, Michael. I'll hook you up with Griff soon enough."



Cream Ch. 10



A few nights later, Kim was onstage at The Showcase (Griffin was in her house watching TV on the sofa with one of her cats on his lap). 

She was wearing a black evening gown with matching lace underwear and high heels. She was moving to the beat of "Work Bitch," by Britney Spears-Kim's first song. A man at the tip rail was smiling up at her.

Towards the end of the song, she unzipped the back of her dress and let it fall to her feet, revealing the ornate, elegant design of her black brassiere and thong. That man whistled at her; she faked a grin back at him.

Her second song began, Tove Lo's "Habits (Stay High)." One minute into the song, Kim unclipped her bra and stood facing the man with her cleavage showing, but her nipples still hidden; he was almost drooling.

"C'mon, baby!" he shouted, showing off a few bills. "Show me your tits!" He put the roll of money in his mouth, it sticking out an inch from his lips.

She flipped off the bra with a gleeful titty wiggle. He shook his head, still with the money in his mouth. She bent down, wrapped her boobs around his face, and scooped away the money, with the smoothness of her skin caressing his cheeks and her nipples tickling his lips.

"Alright!" he shouted, then whistled again.

Three quarters of the way into the song, she stood with her ass in his direction, and slowly pulled down the thong, gradually revealing her anal cleft while looking back at him with an expression that seemed to say, "What are you looking at, perv? Oh, that's OK: I'll let you look." The thong fell to her feet, and she kicked it to the side of the stage.

Then her third and final song began, "Somebody," by Depeche Mode. As she mouthed the words, she thought of Griff, and how much she loved him. 

She took off her heels and walked slowly across the stage, as naked as she was when Griff had her the first time. She got on the floor and crawled towards that man, who had another tip, a rolled five dollar bill, held between his lips.

"Mmm!" he moaned. "Mmm, mmm, mmm!"

When she reached him, she spread her legs in front of his face, wrapped them around his neck, and brought his head closer to her pussy. He aimed the money for her hole, which she widened with her hands. He gently put it in, and got a good sniff of the immaculately-smelling area.

Then she rolled over so she was on all fours. With her legs spread and her ass pointed at his face, she slowly crawled away from him, with her asshole and cunt exposed to his greedy eyes, and his five dollar bill sticking out of her twat. 

"Beautiful!" he shouted. "Yeah!" He whistled at her again.

The song ended, and she got off the stage, picking up her purse. She was about to put her underwear and shoes back on when the man approached her and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Hi," he said. "Can I have a lap dance in one of the VIP rooms?"

"Sure, big spender," she said with a smirk, and not bothering to put on any of her clothes, she just took her purse and went with him into a VIP room. They sat side by side on a couch.

"My name's Dan," he said, shaking her hand.

"I'm Kim," she said, no longer interested in using her old stage name. She was getting ever so vague vibes from Dan, slightly ominous ones.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" she asked. "You seem...familiar to me."

"No, I don't think so," he said. "We never met before, but I wish we had."

Though she was getting those Cream vibes, she reassured herself, No, it can't be one of Manny's men. I'm safe and far away from the likes of him.

A hip hop song began, and she sat on his lap. She was grinding her ass on his hard-on, and moving her hands all over his chest, searching for his nipples. 

As his left hand was touching her left breast, his right hand was unscrewing the lid to a jar of Cream. He dipped his fingers into it and scooped out a large glob.

He quickly smeared it on her face, getting it in her nostrils and ears. 

"Mmm!" she moaned in a wavering voice, shaking and trying to get away from him. Instead, she fell on the floor. Within seconds, though, her high was subduing her, and her agitation faded into docility. 

"That's it, baby," he said, rubbing more Cream on her tits, belly, pussy, and ass. "Just be cool, and cooperate." He smeared some Cream all over her vulva, noting her already hard clit, and got some deep in her vagina. Now her high was a horny one. "Yeah, you like that, don't you, baby?" She thought she heard her father saying that.

Then Dan smeared some Cream on her asshole, and slid his finger deep in her rectum, getting it perfectly lubed and welcoming for anal sex.

After that, he dried his hands with a handkerchief and took out his cellphone. "OK," he said to the guy he was calling. "You guys can come in now." He hung up. Ten seconds later, three guys came in the VIP room.

They all gawked for a few seconds at the naked beauty on the floor on all fours. Then they walked over and stood around her in a circle.

The one admiring her pretty brown anus knelt behind her and unzipped his pants. "I claim her asshole."

The man standing before her face was admiring her full lips, brightened up with red lipstick. He unzipped his pants and said, "I have her mouth."

Dan got down on the floor on his back, slid under her, and said, "I've got her pussy. It looked so pretty and pink on the stage."

The last man pouted and said, "Well, what about me?"

"Go pay off the boss while we fuck her, Will, then when we're done, you can have your turn," Dan said, aiming his cock at her vaginal opening.

Sulking Will walked out of the VIP room with a wad of money Dan had given him earlier. 

The other men started poking their cocks inside her. She moaned softly as she felt them invading her, as if she were enjoying it for real. When all three of them were fully inside her, she let out a loud "Mmm!"

They were sliding in and out of her, while her body rocked back and forth to their shoving. Don was fondling her tits as he felt his hard cock soaking in her vaginal wetness.

The man in her ass loved that pinching anal ring around his cock. "Damn!" he grunted. "She's so...fucking tight. Oh!"

The man getting a blow job looked down at her face as her wet lips went back and forth along the length of his shaft. He smiled down at her submissive eyes, which were always looking up at him. Her tongue was massaging the underside of his cock, flickering and tickling it.

Will went up to the bar and saw a man in his fifties there bartending.

"Excuse me," Will said. "Where can I find the boss?"

"I'm the boss," the bartender said. "How can I help you?"

"My friends and I are going to take one of your girls with us," Will said. "Kim. She's consented to it."

"Wait a minute," the boss said. "I don't like the sound of-"

"Will this help you like the sound of it better?" Will said, presenting the boss with the wad of money. It was $50,000.

"Oh, well, if Kim consented to it, I guess it's OK," the boss said, quickly pocketing the money.

Back in the VIP room, Dan was making her come, though she was hallucinating three Griffs doing her. Will walked back into the room.

The three men were still poking in and out of her three holes, grunting and moaning. Will watched the free porn performance with a smile, and started touching himself. Still, he felt envious.

"Well?" he snorted. "When do I get my turn?"

Dan came inside her, then pulled out. "Oh!" he moaned. "She was amazing." He slid out from under her. "Go ahead, Will. She's yours." He zipped up his pants and sat on the couch.

The guy fucking her ass was about to come. He pulled his cock out, enjoying the tight sensation of that anal ring, then sprayed his come on her buttocks. "Oh!" he moaned with each squirt of his come on her ass. 

"I'm...about to blow!" the guy getting head from her grunted. "Oh!"

He pulled his cock out and shot his come all over her nose, lips, cheeks, and chin. "Ah!" he moaned with each spray. Then he stepped back and put his spent cock in his pants. 

"Finally," Will said. "My turn."

He turned her around and got her on her back. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and placed it between her tits.

He squeezed his hard cock in those soft, smooth beauties, then rubbed it up and down, moaning the whole time. He looked down on her come-soaked face, smiling as he saw the gism dripping down her cheeks. He pinched her nipples, admiring the size of those amazing breasts.

As he continued fucking her tits, she looked up at him and smiled. "Griff...I...love you."

"Griff!" Will grunted. "Who...the fuck...is Griff? Uh!" 

Will was about to come, happily anticipating his liquids adding to her already drenched face. 

"Here...I come, baby," Will panted. "Oh!"

He shot powerful sprays of come that flew far. His first squirt went up her right nostril. His second went in her wide-open mouth. His third hit her in the left eye. His last hit her on the chin.

He got up and zipped up his pants. The four men looked down on her, still fidgeting from her high. There was hardly a spot anywhere on her face that wasn't covered with come.

"Yeah," Dan said. "Manny's right. Cream works. Let's get her out of here."

*****************

During the wee hours of the night, Griffin, who was still on the sofa, waiting and waiting for Kim to come home, got a call on his cellphone. He rushed over to pick it up, hoping to see that it was Kim calling, but instead seeing the number of a most unwelcome caller on the other end.

"Hello?" he said with a shaky voice.

"Griff," Manny said. "It's 2 AM. Do you know where your lady is?"

"You bastard, Manny," Griff said. "Where is she?"

"In the basement of Dad's warehouse," Manny said. "I wouldn't bother getting him involved with this, though. After I chatted with him about your disappearing with a stripper instead of taking your future studies seriously, he won't be sympathetic with your point of view."

"What do you want?" Griff asked.

"Bring all the stuff you stole from me, and you'll get her back. If you don't, I'll kill her." Manny hung up.

Griff raced in his car to the warehouse, which was in Hamilton. He went in by the side door, his arms full from carrying as many of those boxes of Cream as he could carry. It was so dark that he could barely see a thing.

Then he felt a hand smear Cream all over his face. The boxes fell to the ground, as did he.



Cream Ch. 11: Final



Griffin lay naked on the floor in a small room in Basement Two in his father's warehouse; the only thing covering his body was Cream, rubbed all over him. The lights were dim, though Griff saw bright, flashing colourful lights and walls that seemed to be moving in waves.

"Don't worry, Griff," Manny said as he pointed his smartphone, set to camera, at his brother's bare ass. "Kim's coming soon. She wants to have sex with you, though she wants to reverse roles with with you, for a change."

Michael walked into the room. His eyes almost popped out of his head to see--in his opinion--the beautiful naked body of Griff for the first time. He stared at Griff in a lustful daze for a moment, then said, "Manny, I thought I heard groans from another room down the hall. A lot of people...and the door is padlocked shut."

"Don't worry about that, Michael," Manny said, now including Michael in his video recording. "There's Griff, all horny and waiting for you, as I promised."

"Yeah," Michael sighed, getting behind Griffin's ass and starting to unzip his pants. "Hi, Griff. You ready for love?"

"Yes, Kim," Griff moaned, looking back at Michael and imagining he was seeing her.

"Kim?" Michael said with a sneer. "You mean that girl you were with, in her house in St. Catharines, don't you?" He put his hands on Griffin's back, trembling with excitement and anticipation; but he recoiled as soon as he felt a familiar sensation--Cream, and the erotic charge it gives one when the skin makes contact with it. "Manny! He has Cream on him...all over him! You said you wouldn't put it on him, that he really wanted sex with me."

"Well, he was a little harder to talk into having sex with you than I originally thought he'd be," Manny confessed. "What do you care? Fuck him. Enjoy yourself."

"Not if I don't have his consent," Michael said, getting up and zipping up his pants. "I like Griff, but I ain't raping him."

"Oh, come on, you fag," Manny snorted. "Fuck him."

"Why d'you want me to do that?"

"To humiliate him, of course. He stole from me, and betrayed me. I want revenge."

"Gay sex isn't supposed to be humiliating, Manny. And I ain't into S and M-style dominance and submission."

"I let you do me while I was on Cream, didn't I? I didn't care about humiliation."

"Yeah, but you consented. Griff's groaning kinda sounds like those voices I heard back there. They sound mostly like girls. I bet they've all got Cream on 'em, like the girls you said you wanted to use Cream on the day I fucked you. And all those missing pretty girls we keep hearing about in the news: I'll bet those girls locked up in there are the missing ones."

"Yeah, what of it?" Manny asked. 

"Manny, you're evil. Your whole Cream business is evil. I've gotta stop you." Michael bent over to pick up Griffin. "C'mon, Griff. I'm gettin' you outta here."

"What makes you think I'm gonna let you take him out of here, Michael? He's my property."

"That's funny. I thought he was your brother."

"Don't make me stop you, Michael. You won't like the way I do that."

"Manny, just 'cause I'm gay don't mean I can't beat your skinny ass in a fight. Now, get outta my way. I'm getting the police."

"I've paid off the cops and the politicians, Michael," Manny said as he put his hand in his jacket pocket, surreptitiously screwing a cap off a jar of Cream, a sizzling, bubbling variation of it.

"I'll find some cops that aren't corrupt, then." Michael was dragging Griff over to the door. Manny was standing in the way. "What are you gonna do, Manny? Rub that shit on me and make me horny enough to rape Griff? Ain't happening."

"Oh, I won't RUB it on you," Manny said, pointing the exposed top of the jar up at Michael's face. "I don't dare touch this stuff. I'm just gonna use it on you like I did on my siblings, many years ago."

"What?"

Manny closed his eyes and scrunched up his face, as if he were in a state of rage and agony. The acidic Cream flew out of the jar and hit Michael in the face, quickly burning it off and eating into his brain. It ate its way down and disintegrated his vocal chords, too. It all happened so fast, Michael didn't even have time to scream.

As Michael fell to the floor shaking and dying, so did Manny fall, his body contorting in an empathic sharing of Michael's agony. Griff also fell onto the floor, on all fours, but luckily didn't feel a drop of that Cream touch his skin.

Michael's corpse lay there with a crater carved deep into his skull, leaving it like a bowl where a face had once been. His whole brain had disintegrated, as had the front of his skull; only the back of his skull was still there, the back interior of it visible.

Manny was gasping and writhing in pain, but he slowly calmed down as the torturous empathy subsided. He staggered as he got up, his heart rate and his breathing slowing down. 

"I just remembered...the reason I...never use...those powers, unless I...absolutely need them," he gasped, grabbing Griff by the arms. "C'mon, Griff, into the Cage Room with you. I'll just have to demo you on some other fag. I knew that nigger queer wouldn't go for you all Creamed up. Oh, well." They left the room and went down the hall.

He unlocked the door to the Cage Room, where all that groaning was that Michael had heard before. He opened a small, empty cage, one like all the others, about fifty in all, though all the others had naked 'Commodities' in them, mostly women. He put Griffin in the empty cage, keeping his hand over his face the whole time, and left. 

The cages were so small that Griffin and the others couldn't move any more than just a bit of fidgeting. They were locked up like pigs in modern farms. Without toilets, they had to piss and shit right there, and squirm about with their bodies soiled in their own filth. 

Whenever Manny demoed them, he had them quickly showered with Creamy soap first, of course, in a showering area at the right side of the room, immediately to the side of the cages. Though the Cream would keep the 'Commodities' immune from disease, the stink was unbearable. The room was also pitch black.

The others used their Cream-given powers to communicate with Griff. All together, they could combine their powers to speed up his coming down from the Cream high. Within a minute, his head was no longer swimming.

"Where am I?" he moaned. "What's that smell? Oh!"

Don't worry, the others communicated to him with their minds; we'll all get out of here soon enough. Be patient. The time to strike hasn't arrived yet, but it will...later tonight. Kim has a plan: she will rescue us all. She's upstairs with eleven other female demos. We'll kill Manny and all his business associates and clients in one fell swoop. Then we'll be free.

********************

Above them, in Basement One, was a big, spacious room with rows of benches set up surrounding a large centre area where twelve nude, Creamed young women were, including Kim, Roxy, Xiao Wei, Svetlana, and Peggy. Peaking on Cream, they were kissing and caressing each other while sitting on the floor.

An audience of dozens of men were coming into the room from the stairs or the elevators. Manny greeted the men coming out of the elevators, giving each a booklet introducing Cream and gesturing to the benches to sit, as were Ron and the Toronto mayor at the doors by the stairs. Security men ushered the men to the benches.

Officer Cole would have been there, too, but he was called to do police work at the last minute, just after having given Roxy to Manny for the demo.

The men all sat on the benches, salivating at the lesbian spectacle in the centre. So much naked beauty appreciating each other! Manny went into the centre with a microphone to address them.

"Good evening, gentlemen," he said with a grin. "Welcome to our demonstration; I'm glad you could all make it." Then he looked down at the kissing women. "Oh, and speaking of 'making it,...'"

All the men laughed.

"These beautiful ladies are all covered in Cream," he continued, holding up a jar of it for everyone to see. "If you rub this on the skin of anyone, woman or man, depending on your preference, it will make them instantly sexually aroused, and willing to let you have your way with them. I guarantee it: just look at these ladies and see for yourselves."

The women were now moving their lips from their lovers' lips either to their lover's nipples or to their labia. The collective moaning was getting louder. They were two interconnected circles of lovers, almost in a figure eight. They were like a human centipede, only not necessarily joined anus to mouth.

"I rather doubt that all, or even any, of these girls have ever had a taste for lesbianism," Manny said, walking around the orgy. "These aren't pornographic actresses, either, though they're beautiful enough to be, aren't they? The only reason they're licking each other is because Cream makes them want to. It will make them want to make love with you, too, regardless of your looks, age, weight, personality, race, or any other thing that normally might make you unattractive to them."

Kim was sucking on Roxy's right tit, pulling on the nipple, while Roxy was licking Svetlana's pussy, flickering her tongue against the vaginal opening. Svetlana was fingering Xiao Wei's vagina, sliding her finger deep inside, while tonguing Peggy's anus, the tip of her tongue getting to know every brown wrinkle. Peggy was sucking on the hard clitoris of the girl eating out Kim. 

"Mmm," Kim moaned as she felt that girl's tongue sliding inside her wet cunt, tickling her G-spot. She sucked harder on Roxy's tit. The other six women were on all fours with their asses in front of the faces of those behind them, either eating pussy or ass, making up the other half of the figure eight. 

The first of those other six women, an Asian that Xiao Wei was sucking the tit of, was licking the pussy of a black woman, who was licking the asshole of the third of that group, a petite redhead. She was taking long licks from the vaginal opening, to the perineum, and finally to the anus of, the fourth woman of that group, a full-figured, big-breasted blonde. She was kissing the asshole of a First Nations woman, who was fingering the asshole of a petite blonde, the sixth in that group, who, in turn, was licking the pussy of the second Asian.

They're all peaking on Cream right now, Manny thought. They're way too stoned to be able to use those mental powers against me. They won't come down from their high for another five or six hours at least. I should be safe. I'd psychically monitor their thoughts, just to be sure, but to do so, I'd have to allow empathic feelings to dominate my mind, and that would make me want to put a stop to my business. Then, goodbye, fortune. Fuck! I hate the contradictions of Cream! It's a dialectic that dicks with my head!

Physical contact among the girls helped them to channel their power. They were able, with each kiss, lick, suck, or nibble, to communicate their plan mentally, without Manny ever suspecting a thing.

We can use this power to come down from the Cream high, and come down much faster than normally, Kim psychically told the other women as she was fondling Roxy's breasts and kissing her on the neck. Let's all focus together, thinking this thought: SOBRIETY.

Yes, Roxy thought. We should be able to come out of it in about ten minutes. Her tongue was deep in Svetlana's wet cunt, flickering and exciting her G-spot. She also slid a finger inside Svetlana's asshole, probing deep inside her rectum. Svetlana was sighing up high and loud.

Manny won't sense our plotting? Xiao Wei wondered while still sucking the other Asian woman's small but firm breast, making her sigh softly and stroke Xiao Wei's hair.

Not at all, Kim mentally reassured Xiao Wei; he doesn't dare use his power to link up his thoughts with ours; doing so would inspire pity for us in him, and he hates compassion too much. Kim was kissing a trail of pecks from Roxy's chest down to her clit. 

All the women felt their blurry vision focus more. The brightness of the light wasn't so flashy or colourful now. The walls were becoming more and more still.

I'm coming out of it now, Peggy thought; It's working! Her lips were tugging gently on the left labium of the girl who was still licking Kim's twat, giving long licks from her perineum to her clitoris.

My mind is clearer, too! Svetlana thought, her finger now in Peggy's anus and her tongue lapping Xiao Wei's vulva.

Mine is clearer, too, thought the other black woman, who was now French kissing and fingering the anus of the redhead; when do we get our revenge?

Soon, Kim thought; but not just yet. Keep giving the boys a good show. Keep them all distracted. That way, when we strike, they'll be caught all the more off guard. She was sucking on Roxy's hard clit and sliding two fingers deep inside her dripping cunt. 

I don't want to wait much longer, thought the busty blonde, who was fingering the clit and sucking the tiny right breast of the First Nations woman; what about all our friends downstairs, trapped in those filthy cages and smelling each other's shit? We've gotta free them.

We will, and soon, Kim mentally told the busty blonde; nobody's more worried about them than I am, especially for Griff, my poor boy. Kim was licking Roxy's asshole now, her fingers still going all the way in and out of Roxy's pussy. 

"Look at those bitches go, eh, guys?" Manny said. The men were cheering. "Judging by their squealing and screaming, I'd say they're about to release a 'cream' of their own!"

Indeed, the women were fast approaching orgasm, as were they nearing total lucidity. The fingering, licking, and sucking were all getting faster and more frantic now. Their bodies were shaking with pleasure, their tits wiggling and jiggling. 

They began screaming out loud, echoed by the men's cheers and clapping; and each woman came within five seconds or so of another. The redhead and the petite blonde, like Kim, ejaculated when they came, so three pretty puddles of come were made on the floor. After a minute of squeals and shaking bodies, all the women had come.

"Wasn't that a great show, guys?" Ron asked into his microphone. He was answered with a loud, collective cheer from the audience, who were giving the girls a standing ovation.

"Now, in case any of you are still skeptical, you might want to volunteer and come to the centre," the mayor said into his microphone. "Who wants to join in on a grand gangbang of all these lovely ladies?"

All the men in the audience, save a few shy ones, raised their hands high, screaming their eagerness to fuck one of those girls. Manny, Ron, and the mayor had their security men restrain the audience while twenty-four lucky men were chosen by Manny to come forward.

Those men approached the panting women, already unzipping their pants and choosing their favourites. The men thought the women's smiles were from anticipating another fuck. More fool them...

"Remember, guys," Manny warned. "Be gentle with the girls. If you hurt them, the effects of Cream will wear off, and we'll have to have Security take you away. We don't want that, now, do we?"

And we don't want you apes touching us, Kim thought; too many men have known me too well.

The time is now, girls, Roxy mentally told them.

You remember the plan, Xiao Wei thought; Now!

Jars of Cream flew from out of the boxes, by the girls' psychic command, and smashed into the faces of Ron, the mayor, and all the Security men, blinding and Creaming them. They all fell to the floor, fidgeting in their high. Cream made their faces heal soon enough, but the high kept them disoriented.

"What the fuck?" Manny said, his head darting from right to left.

That jar of acidic Cream was still in his jacket pocket. The women psychically uncapped it while he was too distracted by the chaos surrounding him; and the Cream flew up into his face, burning a bowl-like crater in his head and destroying his vocal chords, just as it had Michael's...and his siblings', too, actually. He was killed off so quickly, he couldn't even scream...or use his own powers to fight back. He just fell to the ground with a soft thud.

Now all the caged ones below knew their time had come: they used their telekinesis to unlock and open the cages. Then they rushed over to the shower area and quickly washed all the foulness off their bodies. Then they mentally unlocked the padlock to the door of the room and made their way out in single file.

"Free, at last," Griffin sighed.

"Clean, at last," a woman next to him said.

They found two staircases leading up to the ground floor and split into groups of two so they could all go up faster. How they went up faster was a thrill in itself.

They were FLYING!

"Amazing," a man among them said as his feet left the ground. "We can mentally move objects AND ourselves!"

"It's the alien presence in the Cream," a busty brunette flying beside him said. "It came to Earth to help us, as we all know from its having told us in our thoughts. First, it found a source of evil--Manny; then, by combining with many other life forms--ours--its power is becoming more and more manifest, through our unified will to fight evil. All together as one, we can potentially do anything!"

"Wonderful," another woman said when they'd all reached the door outside.

"But we have to stay together, to keep this power," the brunette said.

Meanwhile, back on Basement One, the twelve women noted several barrels of oil and gasoline lined up against a wall behind the benches. Kim directed the women's collective psychic power to make the barrels all fall over, hitting the floor with a deafening clanging. Their psychic powers also ripped the lids off the barrels, spilling the oil and gasoline everywhere.

"Oh, shit!" one of the men in the audience shouted as he saw his feet getting soaked in gasoline.

The microphones that Manny, Ron, and the mayor had been using were still turned on, with wires connected to a power source on the wall near the barrels. The women used their mental powers to tear the cords from the power source, causing sizzling sparks of electricity to make contact with the oil and gasoline. 

"Fuck me!" another man shouted. 

"What are those bitches doing?" another man shouted. "Magic?"

An explosion rocked the room and started a huge fire. Those remaining men were all screaming and panicking, running about and bumping into each other, trying to find an escape that didn't exist; for the fire quickly spread into a lake that consumed them all.

The women, hovering safely above the lake of fire, were already flying out the doors to the staircase. They went outside and met Griffin and the others. Griff and Kim threw their arms around each other and their tongues entwined in a long, long French-kiss.

"Thank God, you're safe," he said to her.

"Of course," she said. "And this time, I rescued you."

"Yeah," he said. "I could feel it--your whole plan for us to escape. You're a goddess in more ways than one."

"Well, Mr. Griff Egan-Olmi, in a gift economy, you do something for me, and I do something for you," she said. "Right?"

"That's right," he said. "No money; and now, no Manny."

"Finally," she said. "Imagine it. For a change, we're all free men and women."

"But as an association of free men and women," the busty brunette interrupted, "working with the means of producing Cream's power in common, we must stay together, and free all the others who are being exploited as we were."

"She's right, Kim," Roxy said. "Nobody knows it better than you do, since you've had more Cream rubbed on you than we have. You can feel all those men and women, held in other secret places all over Canada and America, places like the warehouse, those 'Commodities' all naked and Creamed up, fucking and sucking, so those bastards, like Officer Cole who had me, can make money and rape people. Those other bastards are still out there. You're the most powerful of us all. We need you to help us rescue all the other victims."




Cream Ch. 11: Final



"And we will help, I promise," Kim said. "But first, Griff and I have to do something."

"What?" he asked.

"You know," she said. "Fuck."

"Oh," he said with a smile.

"We'll meet with you later," she told the others. "We'll feel for wherever you are, then join you in freeing the others."

"OK," Svetlana said. "Bye."

"Don't forget us," the busty brunette said. "We need you. Together, we're strong. Alone, we're weak...even with Cream's power."

The others flew off together in search of the other victims. Kim and Griff saw a park conveniently on the other side of the street from the warehouse, whose fire was now spreading up to the ground floor. 

There were a number of trees and bushes in which to hide and fuck in that park, while drawing minimal attention to them among any passers-by. They rushed over there.

Kim lay on her back on the grass, her legs spread wide open. Griffin got down on all fours between her legs and aimed his tongue for her pussy. He dove in, and her moaning began instantly. 

She was playing with her tits as he was sucking on her already hard clit. He slid his finger inside her wet cunt, sliding it along her vaginal walls and massaging them. She was pinching her nipples and sighing. 

He brought her legs up higher so he could have access to her asshole. He continued fingering her vagina as his tongue took big licks all over her anus. She put her left tit in her mouth and sucked on it.

After a few more licks of her asshole, he looked up at her sucking on her tit, and felt inspired. He moved up with a long lick from her asshole, along her perineum and vaginal opening to her clit, then kissed a trail of kisses along her belly leading up to her breasts. He wrapped his lips around her right nipple and began sucking.

He pulled his fingers out of her cunt and was now fingering her clit. His fully erect cock was ready to go inside her. She let go of her left tit and sighed, "Put...your cock...in me. Ah!"

He stopped sucking on her tit and got on top of her in the missionary position, aiming the tip of his cock for her vaginal opening. He pushed in a bit, and both of them groaned.

He pushed in another inch or two while looking in her eyes. The moonlight and starlight were enough to allow them to see each other's eyes. Their eyes were locked on each other's as he was entering her. Their mouths were as wide apart as her pussy was, with his cock going in further and further.

He cupped her breasts in his hands as he pushed in all the way. Both of them moaned together, an octave apart from each other.

Now he was thrusting with all his might, shaking her body back and forth. He was gently squeezing her tits, and she had her hands on his ass, squeezing his butt-cheeks.

Within ten minutes, fire trucks and police cars rushed over to deal with the burning building. A few of the men heard Kim's and Griff's screams and grunts, and went over to watch the sex.

"Holy shit," one of the firemen said, taking out his cellphone and setting it to camera. "Look at those two go."

"Yeah," said a policeman, also getting video of the lovers on his smartphone.

Kim and Griff sensed the presence of the voyeurs, but didn't care. If they could escape Manny and his minions, they could certainly--with the power of Cream--get away from any police who tried to arrest them for public indecency. Besides, they knew their watchers didn't want to stop them.

Griff was poking faster and harder now, and Kim's screams were getting louder and higher-pitched. 

"I think the come-shot is coming," another watching fireman said. 

"Oh, please, let us see it," another policeman said.

Glad to oblige, Griff, about to come, pulled his cock out of Kim and sprayed his gism all over her belly. She was coming at that moment, too, and her come oozed visibly out of her pussy. The men watching got it all on video.

"I hope the darkness won't make it impossible to see the come shot," the first fireman said.

Kim and Griff, panting and calming down, put their arms around each other and cuddled for a moment.

"I love you," she said to him.

"I love you, too," he answered.

"OK, you two lovebirds," the second cop said. "Now that the show's over, I'm gonna have to take you two in."

But as he approached, he noticed that they'd disappeared into the shadows. 

"Hey, where d'you go?" he said. "Get back here. Don't make this difficult."

Then all the men looked up in the sky, where Kim and Griff were flying away.

"What the fuck?" the second fireman said. 

"Am I high?" the first cop asked.

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EPILOGUE

Kim and Griff returned to St. Catharines in his car after the cops and firemen left the warehouse area. They were so much in love, always wanting to fuck, that they forgot all about helping the others find the other victims of Manny's Cream business. They felt vague inklings of the suffering of other victims from far away, but largely ignored them.

Without Kim's help, the other former 'Commodities' found it impossible to do much to find the other victims, and so they eventually gave up. Roxy and Peggy went back to Jack-In-the-Box and resumed stripping.

Officer Cole, angry over losing Roxy, learned of Manny's death. He was in near despair over not being able to continue the business.

"Fuck!" he said. "I'm gonna have to be a cop forever!"

Then one night, he went into Manny's mansion and found the room where the yellow alien liquid was hidden. From his own physical contact with Cream, he could instinctively tell that the yellow substance was an essential part of the formula.

He put an ad online, searching for a chemist. A month after the warehouse fire, he found one. The chemist quickly learned, from thoroughly studying Manny's research notes and videos, how to make more Cream. 

The chemist immediately got to work. In the lab, Cole watched him mixing the aphrodisiacs and hallucinogens with the yellow substance.

"I'm back in business," Cole said with a smile.

THE END