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From the Ashes

By: RainierWriterII



Although this was submitted for the 2010 Valentine's Day Story Contest, please be aware that it falls under the INCEST category. Those opposed should avoid.

Many thanks to Bluechick1976 for editing my mess. You're the best!

As always, comments welcome and please remember to vote.

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O my Luve's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June!  O my Luve's like the melodie  That's sweetly play'd in tune! 

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,  So deep in luve am I;  And I will luve thee still, my dear,  Till a' the seas gang dry 

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,  And the rocks melt wi' the sun;  I will luve thee still, my dear,  While the sands o' life shall run. 

And fare thee weel, my only Luve!  And fare thee weel awhile!  And I will come again, my Luve,  Tho' it were ten thousand mile. 

Robert Burns

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I have always been amazed by how life can be like a rollercoaster. Just when you think you've got it all figured out and life is good, something hits you from behind and takes you out at the knees. Only a year or so ago, my life seemed absolutely perfect. I was enjoying an amazing career as Director of Marketing for a Fortune 500 company, with the love and support of the most wonderful family a guy could hope for. I felt on top of the world, then we learned the shocking news: my loving wife of twenty-five years had cancer. 

Connie and I met in college, and by our third date, I think we both knew we were made for one another. She was beautiful, which certainly didn't hurt, yet she was also as sweet and smart as a guy could dare ask for. In spite of all her amazing attributes, she was just a regular girl without a hint of pretension, and unlike anyone else I had ever known.

We were married just about a year after graduation, and both embarked on our professional careers. We decided not to immediately start a family so we could devote our attention to our jobs and to one another without distraction. We waited about five years before we decided to try for a child.

I was on the fast-track in my career, so when we found out Connie was pregnant; we agreed that she would stay home with the baby while I worked. Times might have been tough, but we both liked the idea of her staying home rather than paying for a babysitter to partially raise our only child. 

Connie was a wonderful mom, just as I expected. She relished her role as primary caregiver, and didn't seem to miss her life as an aspiring corporate tycoon. She and Kelsey seemed to share a special bond that I admit made me a tad jealous, yet when I arrived home at night, Connie made sure I had some alone time with my baby so I would not miss out on anything. We seemed to become the perfect team, intuitively understanding each other's needs.

When Kelsey went off to school, Connie became a bit bored staying at home without much to do. For the first couple of years, she puttered around the lawn most days, tending the gardens and making our yard the showplace of the neighborhood, yet I could tell she was somewhat unfulfilled.

Since she had some free time during the day, I encouraged her to find something to which she could lend her talents. Having always been a lover of plants and flowers, she enrolled in a floral design program offered at the local community college. She loved it and seemed to have a real knack for it, bringing home the beautiful bouquets she created after each session.

Within weeks after the class ended, she began working on me to finance a flower shop of her own. I was making decent money at that time, but not so much that we could stand to risk a large sum. Although it was a scary venture to contemplate given our finances, she quickly wore me down and almost before I knew what happened, the ink was drying on a lease for Connie's shop, which she named Everything's Coming Up Roses. 

Connie's shop was never a big money maker, but she met her expenses and even added a few bucks in our coffers over the years. I wasn't concerned about whether she brought home a large paycheck; my sweetheart was happy and living a fulfilled life, so how could I complain?She seemed to take to being an entrepreneur as easily as she did to motherhood. 

Everything's Coming Up Roses was near a large hospital, so she received lots of drop-in business for bouquets for both ill patients and recent mothers. But Valentine's Day was by far Connie's busiest and most profitable time of the year. If fact, she would prepare for it weeks in advance. 

I once asked her what she wanted for Valentine's Day, and she said simply, "Help in the shop." She told me that would be the most wonderful and romantic thing I could ever do for her, so that year, I took the day off to deliver bouquets - and from then on, a tradition was born. 

When Kelsey was in elementary school, my mother used to babysit her on Valentine's Day so I could devote time to Connie and the shop. My second year helping out, I returned to Everything's Coming Up Roses after my last delivery to find the place closed and most of the lights out. I had a key and let myself in, then called for my wife.

"In here, honey," I heard from the back room, so I moved into the shop after locking the door behind me.

I entered the office and was shocked by what I saw. Connie had spread a thick blanket across the floor and was lying upon it completely naked, like a nymph in the woods. Around her were scattered rose petals of all colors, their fragrance punctuating the air, while two candles burned nearby. She held out her hand and beckoned me forward. I sank to my knees next to her and she engulfed me in a loving embrace.

We made sweet love that evening on the office floor, an experience that was beyond perfection. I knew how much she loved her little store, so sharing intimacy in that setting was wonderful. I think we both felt a deep desire to please one another, so the moment was truly magical. The next few years, we happily re-enacted the scene with flower petals scattered around the room and candles burning brightly.

Kelsey assisted at Everything's Coming Up Roses on Valentine's Day when she was old enough to stay for the day without a sitter. She would help with the arrangements, while I would play delivery boy since I was of no use with the flowers otherwise. After all the craziness of the day, the three of us would stop for Chinese takeout on the way home, then we'd all sit on the living room floor and eat as a family before retiring to bed early. I greatly missed making love to my wife in her office as we had done years before, but our family time was every bit as special. 

By high school Kelsey had grown into was the spitting image of her mother. She was an inch or two taller, but in most other respects appeared a carbon copy of the girl I met in college years before. They both had the same dishwater blonde hair and blue eyes, and given the way Connie had taken care of herself, to me they appeared more like sisters than mother and daughter. 

Just over a year ago, Connie had been feeling run down, so I suggested she see her doctor for a physical. We instantly knew something was wrong when he called back and asked her to come in for more tests. Within just a few days, we learned her diagnosis, and next thing we knew, her treatment regimen was mapped out before us. 

I took time off from work and spent almost every hour at Connie's bedside while she endured the barrage of cancer drugs and treatments. As you might expect, each time we arrived we toted armfuls of flowers for the other patients my wife had befriended. When the test results came in day after day, it was clear by the doctor's expressions that they were growing increasingly pessimistic. They said things could turn around at any time, a thought I clung to as if my entire body were made of Velcro.

Connie was more realistic and tried to prepare me for the future. She did not give up hope, mind you; she just appeared to have the need to mother me and tell me everything would be okay as she had always done. I had long admired her strength, but never more than during her battle with cancer. 

One afternoon, Doctor James sat us down to break the news. In spite of their best efforts, they could not stem the tide and Connie's cancer had spread. He did not give us a definitive timeframe, but made it pretty clear he was expecting months rather than years. My wife and I just held hands silently as tears rolled down our faces. We could see the anguish on his face as he broke the news, and I actually felt sorry for him in spite of our own plight. Both Connie and I gave him a hug and thanked him for all his efforts, because it was clear he and his staff had done their best. 

After Doctor James left the room, Connie turned to me with a surprisingly strong look on her face. She asked, "How should we break the news to Kelsey?"

Hearing her words, I broke down and sobbed uncontrollably. Connie and I had always been each other's rocks; how could I go on without her? I had always tried to be a strong father for my daughter, too. How could I tell her that I failed to keep her mother safe? 

"You need to be strong for Kelsey, honey. Take care of her; she's going to need you now more than ever," she said with a forced smile. I nodded my head, but tried my best not to think about the future. "You are also going to need her. Both of you have to find a way to move forward with your lives. I know you and I have shared a special love, but if I can't be here with you, I need you to promise me you will try to keep your heart open to love. I can't bear the thought of you alone," she added, squeezing my hand. It was just like Connie to think about everyone other than herself.

Kelsey was finishing up her final year of college, so we tried to be as positive with her as possible so as to not affect her studies. Just weeks before her graduation, we had to finally break the news that things did not look good. She spent as much time at home as possible thereafter, but was able to take her finals as planned and did as well as could be expected under the circumstances.

Fortunately, Connie was able to make graduation, which was the most bittersweet weekend of my life. I was so proud to see Kelsey receive her degree, and I knew my wife felt the same. We both beamed as our daughter walked across the stage and accepted the scroll in her hand. We shared a wonderful dinner with Kelsey and her friends, and things could not have been more perfect. Sadly, reality came crashing back into our lives early the next morning when Connie had a seizure, so I had to get her back to the hospital as rapidly as possible. 

Within weeks, the doctors released her to live out her remaining days at home, and we prepared a bed where the home health aides could attend to her without being too intrusive. Connie barely shed a tear and was strong right to the end. We lost her on a Tuesday morning, with both Kelsey and me at her side. She looked very peaceful as she took her last breath, which gave us both a small measure of consolation. 

The funeral was just for family, and then we hosted a larger group at our home afterwards. The party was a celebration of life, just as Connie had asked for. She told me she wanted no crying, but that was completely impossible. The loss of such a special soul was felt by everyone, so as we reminisced, we went from laughter to tears easily. But there was a lot of laughter, and I knew Connie would have been pleased. 

Of course there were tons of flowers, which she would have loved. There were blooms of all sizes, shapes and colors, filling the room with a fragrance reminiscent of her little shop. The sensation left me thinking of much happier times, which made me smile but also at times made Connie's absence more acute.

I constantly looked around the room for Kelsey as I felt the need to monitor how she was holding up. She seemed to be doing quite well and floated between our friends and lent support to those that needed a hug or a pat on the back. She was so much like her mom, it was amazing. I marveled at how someone so young and small could be so strong. 

Once everyone had said their goodbyes, Kelsey and I were alone in our large home. After all the chatter of that day, the house was suddenly very silent. We sat together on the couch and looked towards the fireplace. Connie's remains were in an urn on the mantle below our favorite picture of her. 

My wife made it clear she did not want any gaudy mausoleum and wanted to be returned to nature in a simple way. Kelsey and I put our heads together, and came up with a plan we were sure Connie would have approved of. In the rear corner of our backyard, we had a small patio on which my wife would spend her free time in the summer. She had surrounded it with plants, but there was one open space that she never had time to fill in. 

We mixed her ashes into some fresh potting soil, and then used it to plant Connie's favorite rose variety, a hybrid tea called, "Olympiad." Its blooms are a deep shade of red and are perfectly shaped like you might see in pictures. It's also highly fragrant, which reminded both of us so much of Connie as she was always surrounded by the scent of flowers.

We worked side by side in silence, digging the hole before planting the rose with loving care. It was impossible to refrain from crying as the moment felt so permanent. Kelsey and I leaned against one another, sobbing as we gazed down on what we had done and hoped Connie would approve. I knew my wife's ashes would blossom into the loveliest plant ever; I just wished she could be there with us to see it bloom and grow. 

Over subsequent weeks both Kelsey and I spent a great deal of time around the patio, showering attention on the little plant. When one of us was not tending it, the other surely was. At times I felt guilty clipping flowers off its delicate branches, but I knew my wife would have loved to display the blooms on our kitchen table. 

I had been having an internal debate with myself as to just what to do with my wife's shop. I wanted to keep Everything's Coming Up Roses open as a tribute to Connie, but was unsure how I could do it with my own full-time job. Kelsey had graduated from college and had been having trouble finding work, and she came to me just weeks after the funeral with a plan: She wanted to take over running the store and asked for my approval. I could not have been happier. 

Kelsey had helped her mom for years and pretty much knew the operation like the back of her hand, so she was superbly qualified to take charge of Everything's Coming Up Roses. My wife had always run it exclusively as a flower shop, but our daughter wanted to make it more of a gift shop, utilizing the marketing skills she had learned in college.

While Kelsey transformed the shop dramatically, I could still feel her mom's presence there. I'm sure Connie would have been proud of the changes her daughter made, and customers seemed to appreciate the changes, as well. Business was as good as it had ever been at Everything's Coming Up Roses. 

I found myself often leaving work early so I could visit the shop to check in on my daughter's progress. It was also a way of reconnecting with my wife while continuing to support the direction Kelsey was taking the store. I hate to admit it, but at times I became aroused looking at my daughter in that setting. I was constantly flooded by images of my wife as I watched my daughter move around Everything's Coming Up Roses. They were so similar; I felt both a longing for my wife and a love for my daughter that was hard to differentiate. 

Kelsey and I had always been affectionate, but since we learned of Connie's cancer, we had become even more so. It seemed we could not go ten minutes without hugging one another, which filled my heart with joy. We had been through a lot, and had grown to lean on one another for support. As much as I tried to keep my hugs completely platonic, it was hard to hold the spitting image of my wife in my arms without feeling a strong attraction and like I was somehow depraved. 

My daughter always gave me a warm greeting and would proudly fill me in on the events of the day, particularly any large sales. During one of our long conversations, Kelsey admitted that Connie had shared our secret about making love in the shop on Valentine's Day. I was a bit embarrassed, but Kelsey thought it was the most romantic thing she had ever heard. 

She said, "You should be proud that you had something so special, Daddy." With a wink, she added, "I didn't think you had it in you, Pops."

Kelsey had been running Everything's Coming Up Roses for just a few months, yet Valentine's Day was looming on the horizon like a lead balloon. It was hard for me to ponder the day without thinking of my wife and what we had shared on that special evening a number of times in the past. I didn't dare speak of my apprehension until Kelsey came to me and asked if I'd be assuming my previous role as delivery boy for the day. How could I not? The idea felt like a warm hug after a long time away, and I readily agreed. 

I was very proud of how Kelsey handled Everything's Coming Up Roses that Valentine's Day. She was incredibly organized and had the store running like a well-oiled machine. I would take the van out on trip after trip, yet each time I came back, she would have the next load stacked and ready to go for me.

I had to chuckle upon returning one time when I tried to give Kelsey my tip money. "No, that's yours, Daddy. You earned it," she said sharply before turning away. 

I was making seven figures, so I could have done without the $35 dollars, yet I still appreciated her thoughtfulness. I should have expected her reaction as it was exactly what her mother would have done. 

Normally the shop closed at six o'clock, but on Valentine's Day we always stayed open until eight to take care of walk-ins who hadn't planned ahead and needed something for their sweethearts on their way home. Kelsey sent me out on my last delivery route just after 6:30, as we had more orders than she had expected. As I drove, I was actually looking forward to stopping for Chinese on the way home, much like we had done the previous years. 

Finally unloaded, I arrived back at Everything's Coming Up Roses at about 8:15, and parked the van near the front door. The lights were down low, and I was not surprised to find the front door locked tight. I slid my key in and clicked the door open, before moving into the shop. The smell of flowers hit me in the face as it always did, like a welcoming hug. I slowly made my way inside, feeling my way along in the low light. I called out, "Kelsey, are you here?"

"Yes, Daddy, back here," she answered. I felt a chill run down my spine as I remembered how her mother had greeted me on that Valentine's Day long ago, just prior to us making passionate love. I tried to push the images out of my mind as I went to greet my daughter. 

I walked to the office door, assuming Kelsey was counting receipts after a crazy day of sales. I was thoroughly shocked by what I saw. Just like her mother had done, Kelsey was lounging atop a blanket on the floor, completely naked. Rose petals were scattered all about her, and candles burned everywhere in the small room. 

I stood at the door completely stunned, unable to move. My daughter looked so much like her mother had years before that I was left with a longing I had not felt in months. 

"Come to me, Daddy," Kelsey whispered as she held her hands out towards me.

I stared down upon her in disbelief. I had never seen anything more lovely, yet both my mind and heart were troubled. Judging by the effort she had put into making up the room, it was clearly not a split-second decision for her and certainly had been planned. 


From the Ashes



1 

The night was beautiful. A combination of warm and cool. Many people were out on the street partying, living it up as if it was their last. 

One particular woman was walking the street with her hair as dark as the night flowing down her back. Her dark brown eyes were like the color of almonds. And her skin was nicely tanned with a tag of red blush on her cheeks. 

This particular woman had an appointment with a very special someone in a restaurant called, "The Pavilion". A very high class restaurant where the most high class people come to meet for conversation, get to know each other, and probably take home to fuck. 

As the woman approached the double glass doors, she opened it and walked in looking around. As she walked further into the restaurant, the woman spotted another woman with beautiful long bleach blonde hair sitting at the table alone. 

Knowing that she was the one she was looking for, the woman confidently walked over to the table with the blonde haired woman who looked taller than expected. 

"Excuse me," The woman spoke getting the blonde haired woman's attention, "is this seat taken?" 

The blonde haired woman just smiled as if happy to finally see the dark haired one. "Not at all, please." 

The dark haired woman pulled the chair back and sat down across from the blonde haired woman. She reached out her hand to take the blonde haired woman's in hers. "Gladia. Gladia Widow." 

"Barbara," The blonde haired woman said, "Barbara Rousillen." 

Gladia nodded and smiled. "Very interesting name. Very strong." 

"I could say the same thing to you," Barbara retorted. 

Gladia smirked. "Oh please my name is way to lame compared to yours." 

Barbara cracked a welcoming smile. "That would be a matter of opinion." 

A waiter approached the both of them. "Excuse me ma'am, is there something you like to drink?" 

Gladia looked at Barbara who looked back at her smiling. "I would like some red wine thank you," Then she turned to Barbara, "is that okay?" 

"Of course," Barbara assured, "I would like the same." 

The waiter bowed out of respect. "Of course, red wine coming right up." And the waiter left. 

"Red wine," Barbara said, "you have perfect taste." 

"I've always wanted to try red wine," Gladia stated, "and I like the color red." 

The waiter returned with two glasses and a bottle of red wine. He placed the glasses on each side of the table and unscrewed the top pouring both glasses with red wine. 

Both women said thank you, but before the waiter could be excused, he was stopped by Barbara. 

"Leave the bottle, please." 

The waiter nodded in agreement and left the bottle on the table. 

Gladia looked at Barbara like she just accomplished some sort of feet. "I am impressed." 

"By the wine or how much I'm willing to pay for it?" Barbara asked. 

Gladia shrugged. "Probably both." 

Barbara smiled. "Well I'm glad you approve." 

Gladia picked up her glass of wine and took a strong sip. "Um, that's good." 

Barbara did the same and agreed. "So, what brings you here?" 

"Well I moved here from Denver, Colorado last spring," Gladia answered. 

"Really, what for?" Barbara asked. 

"College, I'm studying micro-genetics." 

Barbara didn't know what they were studying in such a subject but nodded in agreement that it was an impressive major. "What are you hoping to be after you graduate?" 

"A nursing student," Gladia answered, "probably something more." 

Barbara took a sip of her red wine and looked at Gladia with a smile. "Well, I hope you make it towards your goal in the future." 

"Here-here," Gladia cheered. 

Both women raised their glasses and lightly banged them against each other making a small ding sound before they drank. 

"So what are you expecting of this night?" Barbara asked. 

Gladia just flashed Barbara a smile. "I'm pretty new at this." 

"A lot of people are," Barbara pointed out. 

"So how does this work? Do we just sit here until we get dead drunk and then leave to have some fun?" Gladia asked. 

Barbara shrugged. "That could be a possibility. But alcohol has a way of affecting my performance. That's why I only drink to a minimum." 

Gladia made a pouty face. "That's too bad. I guess I have to drink for the both of us?" 

"You could do that," Barbara advised, "but I rather you stay functioning while you and I are spending the night together." 

"Don't worry," Gladia assured, "I'll make sure we both get what we want out of this evening." 

Barbara just smiled at Gladia. "I hope your right." 

Barbara opened the door to her apartment complex and stepped aside letting Gladia in. 

Gladia looked around even though she was a little tipsy from the red wine. 

There was a big open space in the middle of the apartment. On the left side there was a kitchen big enough to fit four people. Further down there was the bathroom, but Gladia was really not interested in what's inside. But what fascinated Gladia the most was the queen sized bed up against the wall. There were no wooden or metal banisters. Nothing holding the bed up. There were two white covered pillows and a cover that matched them both. The whole apartment was colored bright blue which gave it a heavenly look. And the scent was the smell of white flower. The whole scene was beautiful. 

"You like?" Barbara asked. 

"Oh hell yes," Gladia commented, "this is wonderful. It's almost like..." 

"Heaven?" 

Gladia turned to Barbara smiling. "You took the words right out of my mouth." 

"Well I'm glad you approve." 

"Do you mind?" Gladia asked. 

"No not at all," Barbara excused. 

Gladia went and sat on the bed almost feeling herself sink. "Wow." 

"I know right?" Barbara said. 

Gladia positioned herself in a modeled pose sitting leaning back on her hands and crossing her legs as she stared at the beautiful, tall, blonde. "Don't you have something to show me?" 

Barbara smiled as she stepped out of her tan high heeled shows. She took off her tan white blouse and unzipped her same colored dress pulling it down to the floor. In her white bra and panties, Barbara reached behind her and unsnapped her bra freeing her voluptuous and perky breasts. 

Barbara saw Gladia licking her lips in anticipation as she continued to undress. 

Barbara placed both thumbs in the crevice of her white panties and slowly pulled them down. After stepping out of her panties, Barbara spread her legs letting her long thick 9 inch member hang between her thighs. 

Gladia's eyes widened in surprise as she couldn't stop staring at the long flaccid penis. 

"Is it everything you hoped for?" Barbara asked standing in a pose that showed confidence in her body. 

"And more," Gladia answered. 

Barbara walked up to Gladia who sat up on the edge of the bed. 

"So where do you want to start first?" Barbara asked. 

Gladia stood up until she was chest leveled with Barbara. She stared into Barbara's dark brown eyes, at her breasts, and down at her penis that looked like it was growing. "How about everywhere?" 

Gladia cupped Barbara's left breast in the palm of her hand and lightly squeezed covering the hard nipple with her mouth and licking it with her tongue. Then she did the same to the other breast. Gladia did not hear Barbara moan but figured she has done this many times before that she was used to the pleasure by now. 

Gladia wrapped her left hand around Barbara's thick member lightly squeezing it and feeling how it was getting hard as she stroked. 

Feeling like it was unfair that she was the only naked person in the room; Barbara placed her hands under the silken black straps of Gladia's dress and pulled them down revealing Gladia's perky tanned breasts. She pulled a little further until the dress was loose enough to fall to the floor on its own. 

"You came prepared," Barbara said kissing along Gladia's neck, "I like that." 

"I'm glad you approve, "Gladia said euphorically letting Barbara take over her body. 

Barbara squeezed Gladia's left breast with her right hand as hard as she could letting the hard nipple pulse out for her to lick and suck. Then she did the same to the other one. Barbara placed her hand between Gladia's thighs feeling the wetness between her legs letting her know she was ready. 

Barbara pushed Gladia on the white colored bed getting on top of her and kissing her as strong as possible. 

"Wait," Gladia halted pushing Barbara up with her hands on her chest. 

"What is it?" Barbara asked. 

Gladia turned over sticking her ass into the air and at Barbara. "This way." 

Barbara just smiled. She took a condom and tore the wrapper from it. She took out the condom and placed it on her hard ten inch dick. Positioning herself behind Gladia, she moaned erotically when Barbara stuck the head of her dick in first pushing slowly into Gladia's wet pussy. 

"Oh my God!" Gladia spoke in a low tone as she knew Barbara was not finished. 

Barbara slowly pushed further inside Gladia letting her pussy engulf the rest of her dick until her ass cheeks pressed firmly up against Barbara's pelvis. 

"Are you okay Gladia?" Barbara asked truly concerned. 

"Keep...going!" Gladia begged as she kept receiving Barbara's dick repeatedly. 

Barbara reached under to cup Gladia's breast as she kept forcing her cock in and out of her pussy with tremendous vigor. 

But something was wrong. Gladia's pussy was tight, a little too tight. Barbara knew from the way Gladia positioned herself and posed that she was not a virgin. Was she that experienced? Gladia's vagina was so tight that it began to lock. 

Gladia sweetie I know you're just trying to make me feel good but you need to loosen up okay?" Barbara begged. 

But Gladia kept moaning and pushing her buttocks towards Barbara's pelvis as if she was lost to the sexual prowess Barbara was giving her. Or was it something else? 

"Gladia, I think we need to take a break," Barbara begged again. 

"Keep...going!" Gladia said under her breath as she kept pushing up against Barbara's pelvis. 

Barbara tried to pull out but it was hard, like her vagina was literally trying to swallow her up. Then it came to her. NO! 

Barbara raised her fist up high and came down hitting Gladia square in the cheek. 

"OUCH!" Gladia cried somehow loosening up and giving Barbara the opportunity to quickly pull out and jump off the bed. 

Gladia turned and felt the blood from her cheek with her fingers and placed them in her mouth sucking her own red fluid like it was sauce. "So much for getting off." 

Barbara was not surprised, but disappointed that she fell for that trick. 

'So I guess this means the session is over huh?" Gladia asked as she started shifting. 

Her ass grew bigger into what looked like an abdomen and her body began to tear ripping through the flesh sprouting six extra, and what looked like, spider legs. 

"So," The monster Gladia spoke, "should we start over?" 

The giant spider like Gladia jumped at Barbara but she dodged out of the way making the monster land on the floor. Barbara ran into the kitchen where Gladia followed and just about when she was going in on the attack, Barbara sliced her left hand cutting it clean off. 

Gladia screamed in pain. "What the fuck?!" 

Gladia knew they were both in the kitchen but a meat cleaver couldn't cut that close. Gladia looked down at the stern looking Barbara and then what was gripped in her hand. It was a sword! 

"Where in the hell did you get that thing?" Gladia asked. 

"Does it matter?" Barbara spoke angry that one of those things had the goal to trick her into entering her apartment. "You won't live to tell about it." 

Barbara was about to come after Gladia and slice her to ribbons, but Gladia stepped back. 

"Next time bitch!" Gladia said and ran out of the kitchen through the living room and crashed through the window. 

Barbara looked out the window to see the spider Gladia crawl down the building and down the street where it disappeared into the bushes and finally vanished into the darkness. 

Barbara sighed. "I have to be more careful next time." 

2 

Melissa Growing and Don Wimpleton were in Melissa's dorm room looking at a men's health magazine. One of the pictures showed a tall, muscularly bulked, handsome black man posing half naked for the article. 

"You know what?" Melissa asked. 

"What?" Don responded. 

"I always wondered how they get that big?" 

Don chuckled. "That's easy, steroids." 

"You really think so?" 

"Hun, the rest of the players and I on the team work out every day. We cannot get any bigger than we already are." 

"That's too bad," Melissa said turning towards her boyfriend, "I would love to see how big you can get just by lifting those big heavy weights of yours." 

Don chuckled again. "What you see is what you get babe." 

Melissa grabbed hold of Don's t-shirt and pulled him close. "Well take off that shirt Mr. and show me what you got." 

Don leaned forward and started kissing Melissa on the lips and Melissa kissed back. In the process Don took off his shirt and Melissa helped revealing the hard built muscles that were every woman's dream come true. 

Don and Melissa continued kissing each other as Don pulled down his pants and underwear and Melissa just pulled down her panties. Both parties broke the kiss as Don suddenly shoved his penis into Melissa's vagina. 

Melissa flinched as she felt the pain of Don's penis enter inside her but for some strange reason was a little too intense. But Melissa paid it no mind and allowed him to continue making love to her. 

Suddenly, Melissa looked at Don hoping to see the want in his eyes. But his eyes were closed and in a weird way. Like he was concentrating rather than going with the flow. 

"What are you doing?" Melissa asked even though it sounded more like a demand. 

Don stopped his movement and opened his eyes looking down at the puzzled Melissa. "What, I'm making love to you." 

Melissa thought about it and in a split second figured it out. "No you're not; you are making love to the dude in the magazine!" 

Don's face suddenly turned red hoping he would come up with an excuse for his impotency. But when he could not find any, Don got off of Melissa and sat up in bed ashamed. 

Melissa sat up next him feeling his pain and not judging. "Don't feel bad Don," She spoke placing a hand on his left broad shoulder, "I have thoughts like that too." 

Don thought about what Melissa said for a second and turned to her confused. "You mean you have thoughts about other women?" 

Melissa nodded. "Yep." 

"But who?" 

"Mrs. Crumwell." 

Don's face turned into a question mark. "Our history teacher?" 

Clarissa Welding opened the door to the Sugar Hill XXX Shop and headed straight for the toy section. She stood and stared at the many sexual toys that were made to spice up one's sex life without having a partner involved. 

There were different colored, shapes, and sized dildos Clarissa could count and there were vibrators that brought a chill up her spine but in a good way. But the question was, was she really into this shit. 

These so called toys of pleasure were only really meant for women who were actually straight who couldn't or didn't care about getting a man. And that was the strange part because Clarissa didn't know if she was really into men. 

Clarissa spotted two blue balls she figured they were vibrators. She took one look at the item. "What the hell." She took the blue balls and took them to the counter where she paid for them. After walking out of the shop, Clarissa felt her heart beat wondering what two objects would feel like in her pussy. 

3 

Barbara sat at the same table like she always does at The Pavilion waiting for her next clients. As she waited she took a sip of her white wine since, after that night, lost interest in red. 

As she waited she couldn't help but think how Gladia, if that was her real name, escaped so swiftly. Or did she let her go? Either way the she-creature knew where she lived and could come back at any moment and possibly with friends. Which means she probably had to move to another location and probably soon. 

"Hi," Barbara looked up to see two dark haired couples standing above her. The woman who greeted herself reached out her hand, "you must be Barbara?" 

Barbara stood up and put her hand in hers. "You are certainly right. And you must be?" 

"Melissa," The woman answered, "this here is my friend Don." 

"The one with the problem I assume?" Barbara guessed. 

Barbara saw Don blushed as she shook his hand. She can definitely tell this was both of their first time. 

"You're a little bit taller than I expected," Melissa said but then threw her hands up as if freaking out, "I hope I didn't offend you by saying that?" 

Barbara just chuckled. "Not at all. I get that a lot. Please sit." 

All three of them sat at the same table. 

"Wow," Melissa spoke looking around, "I never knew this place actually exist. It's pretty nice." 

"Well thank you," Barbara said, "this is one of my favorite spots to meet my clients. I think it's a welcoming atmosphere." 

"Well you choose wisely," Melissa commented. 

"Thank you," Barbara said and then turned towards Don who looked like he did not want to be there, "you're awfully quiet Don. Is there something on your mind?" 

Don timidly chuckled. "I'm just a little nervous I guess." 

Barbara's smile widened. "It's okay to be nervous, keeps you alert and ready." 

Don's blush continued to redden as he knew Barbara was flirting. 

"I'm sorry, where are my manners," Barbara asked, "would you two like something to drink? White wine? On me." 

Don and Melissa glanced at each other and back at Barbara nodding. 

Barbara turned to the waiter who caught her gaze and she lifted up her index finger signaling him to bring over a bottle of her famous white wine. 

The waiter came over with two glasses and poured the white wine in both of them. Don and Melissa said their thank you and the waiter nodded out of respect and left the three at the table with their new drinks. 

Melissa took a light sip of hers. The wine coolly went in her mouth and warmed as it poured down her throat. "Wow, this is good." 

"I'm glad you approve." Barbara thanked. She took a sip of her wine and placed it down on the table in front of her. "So, what brings you two to me?" 

Don and Melissa looked at each other as if wanting to know who would go first in their explanation. 

"Well, you see Don and I knew each other since highschool and now we are both in college. We used to date." Melissa started. 

"Really, so what happened?" Barbara asked. 

Don and Melissa looked at each other hesitantly and back at Barbara. Barbara could tell they both were nervous and didn't really know how to explain themselves. 

"Well, we were dating quite a while and it seemed to go pretty well," Melissa continued, "but one night we hit a rough patch." 

"Really, what happened?" Barbara asked getting interested in this mystery. 

"Well Don has some performance issues," Melissa tried to put it lightly. 

Barbara turned to the timid Don. "Is this true Don?" 

Don glanced at Melissa as if telling her this whole thing was a bad idea. But Barbara was too caught up in the tale to let them go now. 

"Well Don, is this true?" Barbara asked. 

Don swallowed hard. "We have been going through some things yes." 

"And you come to me for help?" Barbara finished. 

"Well it's not just that," Melissa jumped in, "we are working on something in class. Something that deals with the emotional anatomy that consists with finding one's true self. I hope you understand?" 

"Research you mean?" Barbara corrected. 

Melissa quickly nodded. "Yes." 




From the Ashes



Barbara thought about it and nodded. "I have to say you two really thought this one through didn't you?" 

Melissa chuckled but Don still looked like all this was a big mistake waiting to happen. 

"Well," Barbara said lifting up her glass and taking one last strong sip of her white wine before placing it on the table, "you want to stick around and enjoy the sights or do you two want to come to my place?" 

Melissa flashed a strong smile as if she couldn't believe the bullshit she just told Barbara actually worked. Don was still uncertain of their fate. 

Barbara and the other two couples, supposedly, walked out of the restaurant happy and ready to enter into Barbara's domain. But before they could go any further, Barbara caught something at the corner of her eye. 

Two silhouettes of people standing in the darkness just up ahead of them and they did not seem to be moving. Were they staring right at them or at Barbara? She didn't know but was starting to get paranoid. 

"Is everything alright?" Melissa asked standing next to Barbara and looking at what she was staring at. 

Barbara glanced at Melissa and then back at the two figures that happened to disappear. She wondered maybe the darkness was playing tricks on her mind. 

"Yeah," Barbara spoke turning back to Don and Melissa, "everything is just fine." 

Barbara opened the door to her apartment and stepped aside letting the two enter. 

"Wow," Melissa spoke looking around the light bluish colored room, "this place look so...heavenly. Don't you think so Don?" 

Don looked around. "Yeah, just cozy." 

Barbara and Melissa figured Don was still nervous of what was about to transpire in Barbara's apartment. 

"What happened there?" Melissa pointed at the hole where the window should have been. This time covered by a strong clear plastic used in construction. 

"I had an accident," Barbara answered. 

"Nothing serious I hope?" Melissa asked. 

"Nothing serious," Barbara lied. 

"So what now?" Don asked finally speaking his mind. 

"Now you two kids sit over there on the bed," Barbara ordered. 

Don and Melissa did what they were told and walked over to the soft white colored bed to sit down. 

The two did not know what Barbara had in store for the both of them but sat and watched as Barbara began to strip. 

Barbara took off her red sparkling dress showing both the astonished Don and Melissa her red bra and panties. Then Barbara reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra dropping it to the floor. 

Barbara knew it would not have much of an effect on Don but spotted Melissa staring hard at her breasts. Then Barbara placed her thumbs on the side of her matching colored panties and pulled them down slowly, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side. 

At first Don and Melissa saw nothing until they saw Barbara open her legs and out dropped her nine inch penis. 

Barbara finally had Don's attention. Melissa held a hand to her heart and stared not only at Barbara's long, thick, penis hanging between her creamy, thick, modeled, thighs but was also staring hard at everything. Barbara's looks her breasts, her muscular physique, her penis. Everything. 

Confident that the attention she was getting was fascination, Barbara walked over to the two college students. 

Don looked shy at first but strangely wrapped his muscular hand around Barbara's thick member and lightly squeezed and pulled. 

"It's okay Don," Barbara assured, "it won't bite." 

Melissa couldn't stop staring at Barbara's voluptuous, creamy tan white, breasts and Barbara caught her. 

"It's okay you know," Barbara spoke getting Melissa's attention, "you can join in too. There is no shame in being curious." 

Not wanting to argue that notion, Melissa put both hands on Barbara's breasts and lightly squeezed watching the hard nipples pulse right at her. 

Don saw how Barbara's penis was strengthening and out of nowhere took her in his mouth. 

Melissa saw what Don was doing to Barbara's privates and looked up at her innocently and then at her breasts. Melissa leaned down and took Barbara's right breast in her mouth licking away at the hard nipple. After she was satisfied that Barbara's right breast was fulfilled, she turned her attention to the other one. 

Barbara breathed in hard feeling all her pleasure nerves reacting as one as both sexes were fulfilling their own destinies on her body. And the night was just getting started. 

All three participants lay in bed in the nude feeling, kissing, licking each other passionately like they just fallen in love. Don continued stroking Barbara's member as he kissed her on the lips. Melissa did the same gripping hold of the lower half of Barbara's shaft while sucking her breasts. Barbara brought the two closer upon her body while together they were fulfilling each other's own fantasies. 

Barbara gripped hold of Don's dick and squeezed and stroked it to attention and played with Melissa's pussy until it was nice and wet. 

After all three of them came at once Barbara, Don, and Melissa fell asleep in bed with Barbara in the middle letting the night carry them away into innocent slumber. 

4 

Melissa entered her dorm room dropping her bag on the floor and plopping down on the bed without a care in the world that she just came from outside. 

Today has been a busy day, she had to take three test all in a row, work out some steam at the school gym, and to top it all off after their unbelievable threesome they had that night, Don finally came out of the closet. 

But there was still a question wondering about her sexuality. She has been interested in women in the past, but never acted on it until that night. Or did a transgender woman count? 

Don finally knew what he wanted in life, but what did she want? Was she bisexual, gay, or straight with bi-curiosities? 

Melissa came up with one simple solution, but felt it was risky since she was going to go through with this alone. She had to call up Barbara again. Maybe she can answer some of the questions Melissa been asking herself lately. The only problem was, were there going to be any risk involved. 

Barbara walked into her apartment with two dark haired women, both wanted to experience her body. The women quickly took off their clothes not wasting anytime. Barbara did the same trying to catch up. Both women grabbed Barbara's wrists and pulled her towards them having all three fall on her bed with Barbara on top. Barbara kissed the dark haired woman and then the other. Suddenly both women were kissing each other, but their lips and face melted into each other, then their bodies merged into one being. Barbara looked down at the new creation of a dark haired woman who was taller and prettier than the two she was kissing. 

The woman looked up at Barbara and balefully smiled. "Don't stop lover." 

Barbara jumped up in bed breathing hard and sweating. She looked around the dark room wondering if the women or woman was lying in bed with her. There was no one. 

Barbara took a deep breath and let it all out freeing the stress from her mind, body, and soul. Then she lay back down on the bed looking up at the dark ceiling. 

The dream Barbara had was, felt, real. As if someone was actually in bed with her. Barbara almost got out of bed to get her weapons to keep her company, but sided against it since it was nothing more than a bad dream. Or was it? 

Melissa was in bed with another man she brought to her dorm room. She gasped every time the man pushed in his hard, thick, and long cock into her causing her body to move upwards. The man reared back out and reared himself back in causing every nerve in the body to react in the same way. 

Melissa felt her insides begin to explode as her body spasm out of control releasing all the fluids in her body and onto the man's dick. 

The man rose up and Melissa got a good glimpse of who was giving her the best sex of her life. Her eyes widened to see Barbara looking down at her sternly. Barbara moved in close to give Melissa a strong kiss and Melissa closed her eyes welcoming that kiss and everything went black. 

Melissa woke up breathing hard and sweating as she couldn't believe what just happened. Did she really have a dream about her prostitute giving it to her? 

Melissa looked down and uncovered herself to see a big wet spot in the middle of her bed coming from her crotch. 

"Great," Melissa said to herself as she lay back down on her pillow. 

Now she really had to go see the she-male or she was going to have these dreams over and over. 

5 

Melissa was pacing back and forth wondering if she should dial the number to the transgender escort Barbara. But if she did dial the number and Barbara picked up, what was she going to say? How will the conversation turn out? Even worse, how much money was Melissa willing to spend for her time? 

Melissa decided to take a shot and dialed the number. She put the cell up to her ear and waited. As she waited she felt her heart beating rapidly. This was going to be the first time she was going to meet the escort, Barbara, and alone. 

Melissa heard the phone pick up on the other end. She quickly took a deep breath waiting for Barbara to do the greeting. 

"Hello?" Barbara's voice on the other end greeted. 

"Hello, Barbara?" Melissa spoke shakenly. 

"May I ask who this is?" 

"You may not remember me," Melissa started, "but we met at The Pavilion a few days ago. My name is Melissa." 

"Oh yes," Barbara said sounding a little happy, "I remember you. You, your friend, and I had the threesome together. How is Don coping since we last met?" 

"He's doing great," Melissa answered leaving out a few details, "never better." 

"That's nice to hear, and you?" 

This was the part where Melissa was about to get honest. "Honestly, that's why I'm calling you." 

"Really?" 

"Yes, see I have a bit of an issue with my research and I thought maybe you can help me?" Just listening to herself make up something to Barbara made Melissa's stomach squeamish. 

"Another one," Barbara asked, "on me?" 

"Sure if you are up for it?" 

The cell went silent for a second making Melissa think Barbara was thinking about the arrangement. 

"Okay," Barbara finally spoke, "where do you want to meet?" 

"Where do I want us to meet?" Melissa repeated. 

"That's what I asked." 

Melissa had to think about it for a second, then the idea spontaneously popped in her head. "Burger...King?" 

"Let me get this straight," Barbara corrected, "you want to meet me at Burger King so you can do your research on me?" 

"Well it sounds like you're a science project when you say it like that." Melissa said sarcastically. "But yes, I would like to meet you at Burger King so we can discuss my research if you don't mind?" The cell fell silent again making Melissa hope Barbara did not change her mind. "My treat." 

The cell was still silent for a second. "Okay," Barbara spoke, "but you are buying this time." 

Melissa jumped up in the air with glee as phase one, getting in touch with Barbara, was complete. "What time should we meet?" 

"Not today I hope?" Barbara asked. 

Just the sound of that made Melissa lose all excitement. She probably should have known to not to get her hopes up too soon. "Oh, do you have another client?" 

"Something like that yes," Barbara answered, "I'll call you when I'm ready." 

Melissa's hopes for meeting Barbara sunk lower than finding out Don was gay. "You'll call when you're ready?" 

"I know it sounds a little unlikely, but I promise you we will meet. Just be patient dear." Barbara assured Melissa. 

"Okay," Melissa said hesitantly, "I can deal with that." 

"Alright I promise to give you a call okay sweetie?" Barbara promised. 

"Okay, I'll be waiting." 

With that said Melissa heard the phone on the other end click signaling Barbara had hung up. Melissa pressed the, "END", button on her cell and dropped it on her bed. She should have known that trying to get close to Barbara was not going to be easy. Melissa sat on the bed next to her phone and sighed. She needed something to calm her down. All that excitement was like a sugar high gone bad. Was Barbara going to call her when her schedule was free? Will Melissa be too busy to take her call if Barbara did dial her number? Or maybe this is a sign telling Melissa that this whole thing was a bad idea? 

All Melissa knew was that she needed to figure out where she stood. Even if that means exploring the unknown. 

6 

Clarissa Welding walked into The Pavilion looking pretty impressed. She searched among the seated people until she saw what looked like a tall, long blonde, sitting at the furthest table. Clarissa walked over to the table and stood in front of the woman who looked up at her. 

"Hello," Clarissa spoke, "you waiting on someone?" 

The woman stood up out of her seat showing Clarissa her height. "It depends. Are you Clarissa?" 

Clarissa broke out chuckling and nodded. "Yes I am." 

"Well I guess I was waiting for you?" The woman clarified. "Hi, my name is Barbara." 

Both women shook hands in greeting. 

"Barbara," Clarissa repeated, "that sounds very...powerful." 

"Thank you," Barbara thanked, "came up with the name myself. Please sit." 

Both women sat at the table across from each other. 

"Would you like something to drink?" Barbara asked politely. 

Clarissa didn't know what to drink since she really didn't drink much. "What is it you're having?" 

"White wine," Barbara answered. 

Clarissa smiled. "Okay, I'll take that." 

Barbara lifted one finger in the air signaling to one of the waiters to come too her table. 

"Yes ma'am?" The waiter asked. 

"May we have one of your fine white wines please," Barbara asked. 

"Of course ma'am," The waiter said leaving the table. 

"So while we wait, why don't we discuss some business between us?" Barbara suggested. 

"Business?" Clarissa repeated not really understanding the sarcasm or if it was sarcasm. 

Barbara noticed that she was confusing the woman. "Let me explain it in simple words. What brings you too me?" 

Understanding Barbara's question, Clarissa took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Well, I wanted to meet you because I have had some, confusion." 

"Confusion?" Barbara repeated questionably. 

Clarissa knew she had to explain more for Barbara to understand what she wanted. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, I have not explored enough with my sexuality. I'm not sure if I'm into men, women, or both." 

"I see," Barbara said, "and have you explored these feelings in the past?" 

Clarissa's face twisted in an L shape. "Maybe, sort of, I don't know." 

"Well its either you did or you didn't," Barbara pointed out. 

"I kind of got with one boy at a party one time," Clarissa started. 

"And did you sleep with this boy?" Barbara asked. 

"Maybe, sort of, I don't know." 

Barbara almost chuckled at the answer. "Well how far did you get?" 

Clarissa's eyes went upwards showing Barbara that she had to go way deep into thought. "We kissed and we felt each other up, but before we could go any further some people crashed the room." 

"You mean they interrupted?" Barbara corrected. 

"Yeah, some moment right?" 

"What about a woman?" Barbara suggested. 

"I have plenty of feelings for other women," Clarissa chuckled. 

"How did that go?" 

"I think that is the main reason I'm here." Clarissa began to explain. 

"Oh and why is that?" Barbara asked. 

"I don't know if I'm attracted too women or it's just a phase." 

"You never have been with a woman?" 

Clarissa sat there nervous just to admit the problem. "No. I'm a little afraid to find one that is interested in me. Plus my gaydar is way off." 

"I see," Barbara said understanding Clarissa's predicament. 

The waiter came back with their glasses of white wine. Both women said their thank you and picked up their glasses to take a sip. 

"So what are you hoping for tonight?" Barbara asked placing her glass of wine on the table. 

Clarissa looked down at her glass of white wine thinking about that question. Then she looked up ready to answer. "I guess I'm looking for companionship. Probably closure." 

"What type of closure?" Barbara asked again. 

"The type where I know where I stand, sexually I mean." 

"I see," Barbara understood, "well, do you want to stay here and discuss it some more or do you want to skip the wine and dine and discover your true nature as you may say?" 

Clarissa shyly smiled and looked up at the beautiful blonde and nodded. 

Barbara opened the door to her apartment and stepped aside to let Clarissa in. Clarissa looked around the room astonished on how heavenly it looked and felt. 

"This place is nice," Clarissa said and spotted the hole covered in plastic where the window should have been, "what happened there?" 

Barbara was getting tired of explaining about the window, but knew she had to come up with a good excuse. "I had a little accident. Nothing serious." 

Clarissa rolled her eyes. "I'll take your word for it." 

Clarissa looked at the queen size perfectly made up bed and back at Barbara. "So this is where we discuss my sexuality, right here?" 

"We can discuss it some more," Barbara said lightly moving the brunette hair from Clarissa's face, "or I can show you and you can see for yourself." 

Clarissa's smile widened. "I really would like that." 

"Then please sit," Barbara advised motioning to the queen size bed. 

Clarissa walked over and sat on the bed staring up at the tall and beautiful Barbara. 

Wearing a black dress this time, Barbara unhooked her straps on her shoulders and pulled them down to her waist. Then she pulled the rest of the dress down too her ankles and stepped out of them kicking them to the side. Now in her black bra and panties, Barbara reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra dropping it to the floor. 

Clarissa couldn't help but stare at her voluptuous creamy white D cup sized breasts. 

Barbara placed her thumbs between the crevices of her panties and pulled them down stepping out of them. In the process her nine inch penis dropped hanging between her thighs. 

"Oh shit!" Clarissa cried. She knew she was meeting a transgender woman, but never saw one naked before. Neither did she expect to see one naked with both woman and man parts. 

"Are you okay Clarissa?" Barbara asked truly concerned. 

Clarissa didn't say a word. She just sucked in her lips and nodded. 

"Shall we continue?" Barbara asked walking up closer to Clarissa. 

Clarissa nodded again. 

Confidant and in the nude, Barbara walked up to the nervous Clarissa. She took Clarissa by the shoulders and helped her on her feet. Barbara placed her hands on both of Clarissa's cheeks and pulled her in for a soft and passionate kiss. 

Clarissa felt a spark throughout her body as she continued to kiss Barbara. In a chain reaction, Clarissa cupped Barbara's right breast in the palm of her hand and then cupped the other one squeezing them both. Clarissa went a step further and took the swollen nipple into her mouth sucking and licking. She could hear Barbara breath heavily as she took full advantage of her body. 

Clarissa then touch Barbara's half hard penis wrapping her hand around the long, thick, shaft and stroking it slowly. "Wow," She said smiling as she stared down at the massive cock, "that's a big dick." 

Barbara almost laughed at the compliment as she allowed Clarissa to play with her body some more. 

"Do you mind lying down on the bed for me?" Clarissa asked sounding sort of shy. 

"Of course," Barbara complied as she lay down on her bed with Clarissa on top. 

Clarissa continued stroking Barbara's cock while fondling her breasts. Barbara was feeling other worldly pleasures as Clarissa took advantage of molesting her. 




From the Ashes



Clarissa continued jerking Barbara off but faster as she couldn't help but watch the pulsing organ grow stronger in the palm of her hand. 

Clarissa saw how Barbara was off in her own world as her body was reacting to the strong touch of Clarissa's hands. 

Barbara felt the fire stirring in her testes ready to erupt as Clarissa kept stroking with amazing stamina. 

"I...I'm cumming!" Barbara cried in a low euphoric tone. 

Clarissa didn't care of the warning. She just kept stroking until Barbara's semen burst free from her balls and flowed through the shaft and out of the head. But it did not come out lightly. The first sign of cum shot up into the air and landed on Barbara's abed ripped stomach. 

But that did not stop Clarissa. She continued to pump the sperm right out of Barbara until it was sliding down the back of her hand. It wasn't until Clarissa gave Barbara one last stroke that the last white goop of semen came out and slid down the shaft. 

Clarissa couldn't help but stare at the astonishment that was Barbara's body. Barbara laid there exhausted. Who would have known that cumming could take a whole lot out of you. 

"Is there a towel?" Clarissa asked. 

"Yeah," Barbara spoke trying to suck in the air she dispelled after climaxing, "in the bathroom down the hall to your left." 

Clarissa got out of bed and walked down the hall and into the bathroom where she came back with a red towel. "Is this good?" 

Barbara nodded. 

Clarissa wiped her hands of the white gook and then wiped the stuff off of Barbara. 

After Clarissa was through cleaning the both of them she placed the towel on the floor beside the bed and lay next to the naked Barbara. 

"Is your curiosity fulfilled?" Barbara asked already knowing the answer. 

Clarissa leaned over and gave Barbara a nice big kiss and whispered in her ear. "More than I imagined." 

Both women laughed as they lay next to each other with Clarissa holding the naked Barbara in her arms and for the whole night. 

7 

Melissa Growing walked into Burger King. The place smelled like trailer park and hopelessness compared to where her and Barbara first met. But she walked in hoping Barbara wouldn't care all the same. 

As she looked around the fast food restaurant she didn't seem to spot Barbara. Is there another Burger King somewhere around the area? Or is it just that Barbara had not gotten there yet? 

"Over here!" A voice called that sounded awfully familiar to Melissa. 

Melissa turned to see Barbara sitting in a small booth next to the window. Relieved Melissa walked towards Barbara and sat down across from her. 

"Wow," Melissa said getting herself comfortable, "I didn't think you would come. Thank you for coming." 

"Thank you for inviting me," Barbara said. 

Melissa looked down at the table to see it was clear. "You didn't order anything?" 

Barbara's smile turned into a smirk. "God no." 

Melissa looked down as if in shame. "I see, I'm sorry I couldn't find anything as elegant as The Pavilion." 

Barbara was starting to feel bad now. "Oh sweetie you don't have to be ashamed. I'm glad you called to meet me here. Beats the expensive wine." 

Barbara and Melissa chuckled. 

"So tell me," Barbara started, "why are we here?" 

Melissa paused at first. After all the excitement of meeting Barbara, she almost forgot why they were meeting in the first place. But then it came back to her. 

"I've been having these thoughts," Melissa began. 

"What kind of thoughts?" Barbara asked curious. 

"Well after Don came out finally, I've been wondering about my own sexuality." 

Barbara's eyes widened. "Oh really?" 

"It's just when I saw your body I just...I don't know, something came over me. Something I never felt before." Melissa tried to explain. 

"Are you interested in exploring these feelings?" Barbara asked seriously. 

Melissa looked up at Barbara's almond colored eyes and back down at the table feeling a little uncomfortable explaining her personal situation. 

Barbara reached out her hand. "Give me your hand." 

Melissa looked up a little surprised. "What?" 

"You heard me, give me your hand," Barbara repeated with demand. 

Melissa reached out her hand to connect with Barbara. Though she did not know where this was going. 

"I know you are scared and you are not alone," Barbara began, "your friend Don was scared and looked what happened to him after one night?" 

"Yeah but Don been having these feelings for years, he just never acted on them." Melissa pointed out. "Whatever this is I'm feeling it just happened." Melissa looked back down at the table again feeling some sort of sorrow. "I don't know if what we did was even a good idea." 

"Hun," Barbara spoke, "whatever it is your feeling it was bound to come out sometime I guarantee you." 

Melissa thought about the words of wisdom that was dropped on her by Barbara. Maybe she was right? If it wasn't Barbara it would've been someone else. 

Barbara stood up from the table. "Look, are you hungry?" 

Melissa looked up at Barbara confused. "What?" 

"Are you hungry?" 

"Not really, no." 

"Then let's go." 

Melissa looked back and back up to Barbara. "Go where?" 

"To my apartment," Barbara answered reaching out her hand for Melissa's, "we are going to figure this out somewhere private." 

Timid but eager to find out her true self, Melissa took Barbara's hand in hers and was helped up out of the booth following Barbara out of Burger King. 

8 

Barbara walked down the dark street with Melissa beside her. Melissa wrapped her arm around Barbara's as if to keep her close. 

"Starting early are we?" Barbara spoke smiling happily that she felt wanted. 

"I just don't want you to get lost that's all," Melissa excused. 

"Good to know." 

Melissa looked up in the night sky to see the stars surrounding the moon. "God it's such a beautiful night." 

"I agree," Barbara said. 

"You know, I always wondered what it would be like to make love under the stars." Melissa stated. 

Barbara and Melissa stopped to look into each other's eyes. 

"Are you trying to tell me something or these are just ideas?" Barbara asked staring sternly into Melissa. 

Barbara and Melissa stared into each other's eyes for a minute but to them it felt longer. Barbara was about to come down to kiss Melissa and Melissa stood still hoping Barbara would. 

But before both of them could make a move, both women were startled by a sound of loud clapping. 

"How romantic," A long auburn haired and light brown eyed woman appeared before them out of the darkness smiling very balefully, "do you know how to pick'em or do you know how to pick'em?" 

"Excuse me?" Melissa asked wondering why this woman would interfere with their intimate moment. 

"We have been watching you Barbara and I have to say, you make a lot of friends." The red haired woman said. 

"And why would you care about who I make friends with?" Barbara asked crudely. 

"Because," The auburn haired woman stepped a little closer, "none of them seem to be anything like you and that's a problem. Well, for you anyway." 

Melissa did not like where this is going. "Um, is there a problem here?" 

"You can say that," The auburn haired woman answered, "but it's more like your problem than it is mine." 

Suddenly Barbara and Melissa spotted two more women appear out of the darkness. Both dark haired women with their hair tied in a ponytail. They looked nothing more than just prostitutes who seem to be looking for trouble. 

"Melissa," Barbara whispered into Melissa's ear, "when I give the signal, we are going to run." 

Melissa turned to Barbara appalled. "What? Hell no, we can take these bitches." 

"Not them," Barbara ordered, "when I say the word we are going to run, got it?" 

"Yes," The auburn haired woman agreed, "please run. We need the exercise." 

Barbara grabbed hold of Melissa's hand and pulled her towards her. "Run!" 

Both women ran the other way as fast as they can leaving the three behind. 

"Barbara," Melissa called her voice shaking because of the movement in her feet, "why are we running from them?" 

"Just keep running," Barbara yelled, "I'll explain later!" 

Melissa was about to stop and pull Barbara back making her halt in her attempt to escape. But she heard something in the air. And it sounded like they were coming from the trees. Melissa looked up at the trees at first thinking her mind was playing tricks on her. But saw glimpses of what looked like human beings jumping from tree to tree and with unbelievable speed. 

"What the hell...!" Melissa said in a low tone. 

"Keep running!" Barbara yelled as she continued to pull Melissa to God knows where. 

"But where are we going?" Melissa asked not meaning to nag but she knew they were not going to keep running forever. They were too fast to lose. 

"Trust me, I know a place," Barbara assured. 

Barbara and Melissa kept running until they came upon a big, black, metal gate. Melissa looked beyond the gate and saw something that did not make a lick of sense. 

"A cemetery?!" Melissa asked confused. "This is the last place we should be running too." 

"Trust me," Barbara assured again, "I know what I'm doing." 

Barbara entered the cemetery with Melissa following behind. Melissa heard nothing from the women as they ran into the cemetery. But Melissa knew just because it was quiet didn't mean they were not there. 

Barbara and Melissa stopped in the middle of the cemetery, both women breathing hard trying to catch their breath. 

Melissa looked around to see all the medium, tall, and small tombstones surrounding them. It was already scary enough to see flying evil prostitutes after them, now they were stuck in the middle of a spooky cemetery. A place where no one was certain they will hear them scream. 

"Barbara," Melissa called, "I have a feeling this is a very bad idea." 

Barbara turned to Melissa and grabbed hold of her shoulders forcing her to look into Barbara's eyes. "Melissa I need you to listen to me and listen very carefully. We are not going to outrun them." 

Melissa did not want to hear that. "Then what are we going to do?" 

"We are not going to do anything," Barbara said seriously, "you are going to continue running while I'll distract them and don't go to the police or tell anybody what happened this night." 

Now Melissa really didn't like what she was hearing. "What are you talking about Barbara, we have to get the hell out of here and get some help before those crazy super bitches get us!" 

Barbara straighten Melissa up making her stare into her eyes. "Listen to me, what is about to happen hear the police or anybody who hears your story will not believe you." 

"I...I... don't understand," Melissa admitted frightened. 

"Just do as I say. Find a nice big tombstone to hide. When I distract them you go run out of the cemetery and forget you even saw me." Barbara ordered. "Trust me; they're not after you it's me they want." 

Melissa's heart was beating so fast that she thought it was going to burst straight out of her chest. 

"Melissa," Barbara shook Melissa out of her thoughts, "Do you hear me?" 

Melissa was unsure to listen too Barbara but nodded anyway. 

"Good, now go!" 

Melissa did what she was told and ran passed Barbara to find the tallest and widest tombstone to hide behind. 

"You see this girls," Barbara turned to see the auburn haired women standing between two dark ponytailed women, "a tranny going all out for her woman. How touching." 

Barbara was not frightened or fazed by the intimidation of the three. Instead she reached in her jacket and took out a long sword with a golden handle and a pink jewel in the middle. 

The auburn haired woman's eyes widened as if surprised. "Wow that is quite impressive. That may help you for a while, but I doubt that it will save you." 

"You three bitches listen up," Barbara exclaimed, "I'm not in the mood for fighting but that doesn't mean I won't. I'm giving you this chance to get away while you still can." 

"Or what exactly?" The auburn haired woman asked unfazed by Barbara's warning. 

Barbara didn't say a word. Lifting her sword up and holding it by the handle in a fighting position was enough to let the women know they had to find out. 

The auburn haired woman just chuckled. "Go get'em girls." 

The dark haired woman on the right took out a switchblade about the size of her hand while the woman on the left had a long heavy steel chain and swung it high in the air. 

The two women spread out and disappeared among the tombstones. Barbara kept her eyes and ears open and her body prepared for battle as she heard swoosh after swoosh of the women dashing about circling around her trying to confuse her senses. 

Instead of falling for their game of fear and trepidation, Barbara stood still and let her ears do the work. The night was quiet, too quiet for those who were in fear of their lives. But not Barbara. Her only fear was hoping Melissa got the hell out while she still can. 

Barbara heard a twitch in the night. She turned and blocked the switchblade with the sword giving a nice strong kick to the stomach. The woman backed up and landed on her feet staring balefully at Barbara as if waiting for her turn. 

Barbara's hunch was right as she dodged out of the way from the slamming of the heavy chain. 

The women started circling around Barbara believing that they had their prey trapped in the middle. Both women attacked on each side and Barbara did a strong backflip dodging the women again. She landed on her feet with the sword still held tightly in her hand. 

Barbara had enough of the dodging game and quickly ran towards the women. She raised the sword up and quickly swiped at the woman with the switchblade, but she dodged it too. The woman with the chain swiped at Barbara but she ducked missing her by inches. Barbara counterattacked by swiping at her gut, but the woman with the chain jumped out of the way just in time for the sword to miss her about inches. 

The woman with the switchblade came at Barbara, but Barbara caught it in time to block the long knife. Together they both started sword fighting blocking and dodging each other's strikes. 

The woman with the blade tried to stab Barbara in the face which was a risky move because Barbara twirled around missing her by inches. The woman thought that her counterattack was aimed at her head. So she ducked to miss the sword only to get the sword struck into her stomach. 

Without looking, Barbara forcefully pushed the blade further into the woman's gut. Barbara pulled the sword out of the woman's abdomen and was about to cut off her head, but the chain from the other woman wrapped around Barbara's wrist preventing her from finishing the job. 

Barbara turned to see the cryptic smile of the woman pulling the chain towards her. Barbara had no problem accommodating her by running towards her direction. But something trapped her from coming after the other woman. 

Barbara looked down to see what looked like six pairs of bone holding her in place. And it was coming from the other woman's rib cage! 

The woman with the chain ran towards the trapped Barbara swinging it in the air ready to strike her. 

Barbara struggled in the rib cage hearing the cage crack until she broke free. The woman who trapped Barbara screamed as the woman they were assigned to kill broke free of her restraints. 

Barbara turned to the woman who trapped her in the first place ready to strike since she was still in pain. 

The woman with the chain tried to swing it at Barbara, but she ducked and rolled towards the woman missing her by inches and shoved the sword upwards striking her in the chin and through her mouth. Barbara quickly pulled the sword out of her chin and with one big swipe, sliced off her head. 

The head fell to the ground making a plump sound along with the body. Barbara didn't have to watch to see her dissolve into the ground. 

Angry, the woman with the chain tried to swipe at Barbara horizontally but missed hitting the ground with a loud thud. Then tried to swing the chain trying to wrap it around Barbara's neck, but Barbara ducked missing the chain. Then the woman tried to hit Barbara again, but she dodged out of the way again. Not giving up, the woman swung the chain at Barbara finally wrapping it around her sword. The woman pulled with all her might snatching the sword out of Barbara's hand. 

At first the woman thought she had Barbara until she realized that was her plan all along. She didn't just snatch the sword out of her hand. Barbara gave it to her letting it fly towards the woman stabbing her in her stomach just like her sister.  

Shocked, the woman looked up to see Barbara ran up to her and punch her in the face so hard she busted her bottom lip. Then pulled her sword out of her gut and with one big swipe, chopped off her head. 

Barbara turned to the last woman standing while her bodyguard bubbled up and dissolved into the ground. 

"Is that all you got?" Barbara taunted. 

The auburn haired woman shrugged. "Impressive, but does a little sword fighting scare me? Not a chance." 

The auburn woman stepped forward unafraid even after Barbara defeated two of her bodyguards. At first Barbara thought she was breathing hard but turned out that the lower half of her body was bulging. Her flesh torn through the dress and then it too shredded into something that looked like the tail of a serpent. 

Barbara watched as the naga woman slithered out of her bottom half and out of her clothes. 

Barbara just looked up at the naga woman unfazed herself. "Cute." 

The naga woman did not waste any time. She slithered across the ground with speed so fast Barbara didn't get a chance to dodge it wrapping around her body. As the lower half began to squeeze Barbara slowly the human half smiled in glee. 

"I guess this is the end of the road for you?" The naga woman said as she was about to squeeze the life out of Barbara. 

But the tail didn't squeeze hard enough to cut off Barbara's vocal cords. 

With all her strength Barbara yelled with such force that it thundered in the air. "DAEMON!" 

The naga woman stared down at Barbara seeing her glow blue and her serpent tail burning. "What the..." But her words were cut off when her tail burned and tore to pieces breaking Barbara free of her grasp. 

The blue fire aura around Barbara grew and formed into something animalistic and made a loud thundering cry like an eagle or a hawk. Whatever it was, it freed Barbara from her serpent prison and lifted her up off the ground like she was floating. The blue fire bird like force flew with Barbara whose sword was set aflame and into the naga woman's chest. 

The naga woman cried out in pain as the fire from the sword started surrounding her body inside and out causing the serpent she-beast to explode into many microscopic pieces that Barbara knew was impossible to put together. 

The blue fire bird like form disappeared and Barbara landed on the ground feet first. She stood up and took a deep breath and let it out relieved that the three inhuman women were dead and gone. 

Barbara was going to turn and leave until she caught Melissa standing there shocked at everything she saw. 

"What are you doing here?!" Barbara asked also shocked. 

Melissa didn't know who she was afraid of. The badass women, the serpent lady, or Barbara herself. "What in the fuck...!" 

Barbara sighed. She ran up towards Melissa and took her hand in hers. "Come on." 

"Wh...where are we going?" Melissa asked still in shock at what she witnessed. 

"Out of here for one," Barbara answered taking Melissa by the hand and guiding her out of the cemetery, "were going to my place." 




From the Ashes



"You're not going to do anything to me are you?" Melissa asked still shaken up by what she saw. 

"If you want to live you will," Barbara warned. 

The cemetery was quiet and the only sound it made was the clicking of high heels on the pavement leading into the middle of the holy ground. She stopped at the head of the auburn woman. 

"Apolla Smile," The tall blonde haired woman spoke not surprised how much damaged the transgender made, "I see you found what we have been looking for?" 

"Yes Mistress," Apolla spoke trying to put herself back together. The tranny may have destroyed her body but she was different from the rest. She was stronger, "she is strong as you can see." 

"What do we do now Mistress Trisiphone?" Gladia Widow asked hanging down from a long web. 

"Nothing Gladia," Trisiphone ordered, "at least not right now." 

"What is your plan Mistress," Apolla asked, "and we will follow." 

"If we can't come to the tranny," Trisiphone said, "Then the tranny will come to us." 

9 

After making it to her apartment, Barbara unlocked and opened the door letting Melissa in first. Barbara closed the door behind her and turned to face the shaken Melissa. 

"Are you alright?" Barbara asked. 

Melissa swallowed hard. "I will be after my heart stops beating." 

"Here sit down," Barbara led her to the bed, "I'll get you something to drink." 

Barbara went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door taking out a bottle of Dasani water. She returned back to Melissa handing her the cold bottle in her shaken hands. Melissa twisted the green cap off the bottle and took a deep sip of the fresh cool water. 

"Feel better?" Barbara asked. 

Melissa nodded. "A little." 

Barbara sat next to Melissa placing her sword nearby her leg. "I bet you have a lot of questions?" 

"Questions?" Melissa cried, "Ha, that's an understatement." 

"Well, where do you want me to start?" 

"Where do I want you to start?" Melissa asked as if Barbara just asked a stupid question. 

"How about why we were running from three crazy super bitches? How about you tell me where you got that sword and why you carried it with you in the first place? How about you tell me when you killed them, why did they melt like that into the ground? How about telling me what was that red haired woman who turned into a giant snake? And what was that thing that blew the snake lady apart and came out of your body?!" 

Barbara sighed. "Yeah, those are a lot of good questions." 

"Well?" Melissa asked waiting for an explanation. 

Barbara paused for a second to think where the beginning began and where the end ended. "The truth is complicated. What you witnessed and what I'm about to tell you maybe too much for you to handle." 

Melissa placed the water bottle down on the floor and sat up giving Barbara's full attention. "Try me." 

Barbara took a deep breath and let it out and turned to Melissa. "Do you trust me?" 

Melissa really didn't like the sound of that. "What do you mean?" 

"Do...you...trust me?" 

Melissa thought about it for a second and then gave her attention to Barbara. "Okay, I'll bite." 

Barbara licked her lips like she was preparing for something deep. "I want you to stay calm. Close your eyes." 

Melissa was skeptical for a second but closed her eyes like Barbara ordered. 

Barbara placed both her hands on the side of Melissa's temples. "Now I want you to blank out all thoughts from your mind and only listen to my voice." 

Melissa did what she was told a cleared her mind of everything until she heard nothing but quiet. 

Barbara closed her eyes and concentrated until her hands on Melissa's temples started to glow blue. Suddenly Melissa opened her eyes and that's when she was witnessed to the truth. 

There were different auras and orbital colors, bright and full of life similar than the ones in the cosmos. 

"We come from a world not too similar to your own," Barbara started, "a world full of life and love." 

"I see it," Melissa spoke admiring the colors, "It...it's beautiful." 

"Yes, because of its magnificent colors and design we called it, The Rainbow. 

"The Rainbow," Melissa repeated, "how appropriate." 

"But with this beauty came nothing but celestial beings that formed into what we are today. You already gave us a name." Barbara continued. 

"You mean transsexuals?" Melissa asked not wanting to interrupt. 

"Yes," Barbara answered. 

"But if you formed into one being, why become transgender?" Melissa asked. 

"That's a good question. Let's just say our forms were confused once we entered into this world." 

"What do you mean, "We"," Melissa asked, "there are more of you?" 

"Yes," Barbara answered. 

"Can they do what you do?" 

"No and yes," Barbara continued, "they don't do what I do, but they do have abilities to defend themselves." 

"So what was that thing that came out of your body when you broke free of the snake woman?" Melissa asked. 

"That is part of my ability," Barbara answered, "more like a pet actually. I named her, "Daemon"." 

"Daemon?" Melissa repeated. 

"Yes, she is a feisty one she is. Can burn, melt, or incinerate anything and anyone that gets in my way." 

"So who are those women who attacked us earlier?" Melissa asked. 

"They are called many names," Barbara answered, "but they come from another world called The Black World. Unless they have developed into a single person, man or woman, they have shapeshifting abilities and monstrous forms as you just witnessed."  

Barbara freed her hands from Melissa's face and the glowing light disappeared. Melissa opened her eyes and faced Barbara who looked at her sternly. 

"They can do other things too," Barbara continued, "but unlike us, with them it varies." 

"Wait, I saw you kill two of the prostitutes with ease and they didn't change. How come the leader did?" Melissa asked. 

"They were the weaker ones," Barbara answered, "they were not old enough to gain such abilities. But that doesn't mean they are not stronger than any human, as you witnessed." 

"There has to be someone we can turn too," Melissa suggested, "the police or something?" 

"That would be nice wouldn't it?" Barbara asked looking down at the floor and back at Melissa. "But that is more dangerous than taking them on one on one." 

"Why is that?" 

"Like I said there are single beings. They are not like us having collective parts. They can be police officers, teachers, firefighters, hell even politicians. I guess you can say they own the police." Barbara explained. 

Melissa started to feel a deep chill in the back of her spine. But then felt sorrow for Barbara. Her and people like her are still not accepted in this world and unable to find decent jobs to support themselves and others. While they struggle to find a place in this world, those things are masquerading as innocent civilians secretly terrorizing the world. 

"It must be hard?" Melissa said. 

"What?" 

"Being alone trying to survive in this world?" 

Barbara shrugged. "It's alright. I get by." 

"Still, you and your people deserve better," Melissa pointed out, "besides you did save my life." 

Barbara chuckled. "Don't mention it." 

"So what now?" Melissa ask calmly. 

"Now you spend the night," Barbara answered. 

Melissa was taken aback. "Spend the night, here?" 

"Of course," Barbara answered standing up, "we don't know how many of them are out there waiting for us and besides its getting late. By the time you make it home it will be time for you to get up for school. Its best if you stick around for a while and get some rest." 

"Where are you going?" Melissa asked. 

"I'm going to take a nice hot shower." Barbara said walking down the hall and into the bathroom. 

Barbara took off her shoes, clothes, bra, and panties and jumped into the shower. She sighed heavily relieved that the warm water was washing away the outside world from her body. 

Barbara jumped when she heard the shower door slide open and in came Melissa in the nude. 

"I thought you would like some company," Melissa told her, "besides we don't want to waste the water bill now do we?" 

Barbara smiled and went back to cleaning her body off. Melissa grabbed the towel and scented bodywash bottle and poured the soft liquid on the small towel and began rubbing it on Barbara's shoulders and back. 

Barbara turned to allow Melissa to rub the bodywash around her breasts and in the middle of her stomach. When she was about to clean her nine inch penis, Barbara grab hold of her shoulders and helped her stand on her feet. 

"I'll take care of that," Barbara told her. 

Barbara took the bodywash soaked towel. "Turn around," She ordered. 

Melissa did what she was told and turned around her back facing Barbara. Melissa closed her eyes as she felt Barbara massaging her shoulders and back with the scented face towel. Then Barbara did something Melissa did not expect. Melissa felt her breasts being cupped and squeezed in the hands of Barbara with one of them holding the face towel. 

Melissa reached behind her wrapping her arm around Barbara's neck pulling her close enough to feel her breasts on her back and her growing penis rubbing up against the crack of her ass. 

After cleaning each other off and drying their bodies, Barbara carried Melissa to her bed and laid her down kissing her on Melissa's soft lips. At the same time Barbara was rubbing on Melissa's wet pussy while Melissa was stroking Barbara penis feeling it getting swollen with each stroke. 

Barbara got on top of Melissa who was still stroking her member until she felt it was rock hard. Melissa spread open her legs letting Barbara in the middle positioning her dick in between her pussy lips head first. With one light push and the soft moan from Melissa's lips, Barbara entered her halfway. 

"Are you alright Melissa?" Barbara asked truly concerned. 

Her heart beating rapidly making her breathe hard, Melissa nodded. "Keep going." 

Barbara did what she was told and pushed in further making Melissa arch her back pressing their breasts together as Barbara put the whole ten inches in. 

Barbara reared back taking her dick out halfway and shoving it back in again. Melissa wanted to cry feeling such power invade her pussy and her body. 

Barbara wanted to go a step further reaching under to grab hold of Melissa's buttocks and waist lifting her off the bed and making her wrap both her legs and arms around Barbara's body holding on to dear life. 

As Barbara held onto Melissa in the air, she continued to shove her ten inch cock in and out of her with ease. 

With both their breasts rubbing up against each other and Barbara's dick going in and out of Melissa, the strength Barbara was showing her, and the friction between all three made Melissa cum right there on Barbara's cock. 

"I about to cum," Barbara warned, "are you ready?" 

Melissa nodded as Barbara lay down and pulled out stroking herself. But Melissa pushed her hand away. "Let me." 

Melissa rose up and grabbed hold of Barbara's hard and wet dick and began stroking it as hard as she could. At the same time Melissa was sucking on Barbara breasts tasting the soft sweetness of them both. 

Barbara moaned feeling the fire raging in her testes and exploded letting the semen flow through the shaft and out of the head like a powerful geyser landing on Melissa's chest and dripping off her breasts. 

Both women looked into each other's eyes. 

"Wow," Melissa said catching her breath, "now that was a workout." 

"Is your curiosity fulfilled?" Barbara asked. 

Melissa nodded. "Oh yeah." 

Both women laughed. Melissa jumped off the bed and headed to the bathroom where she came back with a long red towel wiping away the semen off her body and wiping some of it off of Barbara. After they cleaned each other of Barbara's cum, they laid together under the covers where they kept each other warm for the rest of the night. 

10 

Melissa opened her eyes hearing noises while she was sleeping. She quickly sat up and looked around hoping that the female creatures that came after them were not in the room. Instead Barbara came from out of the hallway dressed in a red, sparkling, satin dress with her bare arms and cleavage showing. 

"Good morning," Barbara greeted wrapping a small piece of jewelry around her neck, "I was wondering when you were going to wake up." 

Melissa laid back down her breasts exposed looking up at Barbara with delight. "Last night was amazing." 

Barbara sat next to Melissa on the bed looking down at her with the same delight. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, so did I." 

Both women looked at each other with seductive smiles. Melissa was hoping Barbara was going to jump her bones again. She just imagined all the positions she wanted to try with Barbara's skilled sexual prowess. 

"Come on," Barbara said getting up from the bed. 

Melissa sat up. "Where are we going?" 

"We are not doing anything," Barbara retorted, "I have to go to work." 

Melissa was taken aback by the retort. "You have a client already? You are going back to work? After what happened last night?" 

"What can I say," Barbara said, "I got to pay the bills." 

Melissa looked down feeling sorrow for Barbara. She forgot that unlike those monsters they faced last night, Barbara didn't have the luxury of living a life similar to her own. 

"Hey," Barbara said sitting next to the naked Melissa again, "stop feeling sorry for me," She put her hand under Melissa's chin lifting it up to face her, "It getting old." Then she kissed Melissa on the lips. "Come on, you are going to be late for school." 

Melissa rolled her eyes and fell back into bed. "I'm dreading the day." 

"That makes the two of us." 

Even though they hit a rough patch last night, Barbara and Melissa made up for it by making love. The best part was that Barbara did not charge Melissa for the whole night. Either it was a favor for keeping her mouth shut or they were just in love, Melissa kissed Barbara goodbye and left with all her money in her pocket. 

Melissa made her way out of the apartment and out of the building where she was on her way to the college. As she was on her way, she couldn't help but wonder if she was being followed. She turned to see no one was there. Melissa turned back and continued walking thinking that the action she experienced last night was playing on her mind. 

As Melissa walked down the street, she couldn't help but feel like she was still being followed. Melissa turned one last time to see there was no one there. Last night must have really played with her head? 

Melissa turned back but this time something was in front of her and everything went black. 

11 

Barbara walked into the luxury hotel. As she entered she couldn't help but smell the fresh scent of the place, like she was back outside again. The floors were made of white marble stone. Barbara could hear the clapping sound of her heels hitting the floor lightly. 

Barbara walked up the marbled steps until she entered into the hall of corridors. Now walking on carpet, Barbara walked down the hall until she found the room she was looking for. 

Barbara knocked on the door that had the numbers 1013 and waited. 

The door opened and Barbara got a first look at a short grey haired man with blue eyes wearing a brownish red suit and tie. He was holding a small glass of brown liquid that could have been scotch. 

"Let me guess," The man spoke, "Barbara?" 

Barbara nodded. "David Roswell I presume?" 

The man took a sip of his scotch. "You presumed right." 

David stepped aside to let Barbara walk in and closed the door behind them. "Please, make yourself comfortable." 

Barbara looked around to see a wide open space where there was expensive furniture and a wooden kitchen. 

"Do you want something to drink," David asked, "scotch perhaps?" 

"No thank you," Barbara answered politely, "I like to stay focus while I work." 

David smiled unoffended by the gesture. "I'm starting to like you already." 

"So," Barbara started, "what would you like to happen today?" 

"My oh my," David said, "a little fast are we?" 

Barbara smiled shyly knowing better than to rush things. "You have to forgive me. I'm usually the one who set up meetings on my own terms." 

David took another sip of his scotch and placed it on the kitchen counter. "I see, well we are glad you decided to pick a different venue for a change." 

"So, how can I service you today?" Barbara asked. 

David flashed a strong smile. "Right to the point. I like that." David walked around the kitchen counter and walked up to Barbara. "Did you know I was in the army Desert Storm? I know the way I look you wouldn't guess I was a badass back then. But with every hero there is a consequence." David explained in a low tone but sounded more like a whisper. "I was doing a tour in Iraq when we were caught fighting for our lives. Al Queda sums of bitches caught me with a bullet in a place where I'm unable to function." 

Barbara felt bad for the man. He risked his life serving his country and came back impotent. "I appreciate you serving our country." 

"Well thank you," David thanked, "that's mighty kind of you. But to answer your question it is not me that need pleasuring." 

Barbara didn't understand at first, then she heard a door open behind her. She turned to see a red haired model of a woman wearing a pink, silk, robe and posing in the doorway. Barbara was almost on guard believing that she saw the same red haired woman from last night. But as the woman walked closer to Barbara, she was relieved it wasn't her. 

"Are you two talking about me while I'm not even in the room?" The woman spoke with a smile. 

As the woman came closer, Barbara noticed that she was a little bit younger than David. 

"Only the great things about you my dear," David answered. 

The woman took the glass of scotch out of David's hand. "Well, I hope you don't give me too much credit." And she took a strong sip. 

David wrapped his arm around the red haired woman's waist and faced Barbara. "Barbara I would like to meet Jessica Roswell, my beautiful wife." 

Jessica reached out her hand. "Barbara? Such a pleasure to meet someone with an unique name." 

Barbara reached out her hand to shake hers. "The pleasure is all mine." 

"Like I said Barbara I have trouble with performance issues," David continued, "and as you can see my wife have special needs." 

"I see," Barbara said, "just one question." 

"Why you?" David answered for her. "Well it's simple. I love my wife I really do. But one thing I can't stand is seeing another man cometh my wife right in front of me. We tried that before and my wife enjoyed it of course, but for me well it didn't really leave me with the satisfaction I deserve." 

Jessica cuddled up with her husband chuckling. "You have to excuse him for using words to explain our actions. What my husband is trying to say is he is the jealous type." 

"I see," Barbara repeated. 

"Besides," David continued, "I noticed things about my wife that are quite interesting to me." 

"And that is?" Barbara asked. 

"I found out she is bisexual," David stared into his wife's eyes with joy as he said those words, "you see Barbara you have the parts to satisfy my wife in ways I could not. And you have the parts where her and I can both be happy with. With your sized member and those beautiful perky twins you have there, all three of us can live out the night happy." 

Barbara nodded. "I understand." 

David turned back to Barbara this time looking serious. "Before we get down to the fun stuff, we would like to see the goods. With your permission of course?" 

Barbara nodded again. "Of course." 




From the Ashes



Barbara started by placing her thumbs under the red sparkling straps pulling them off down to her side. Then she used her whole hand to pull down the rest of her dress. Stepping out of her red high heeled shows, she stepped out of the dress and kicked it aside standing half naked in her bra and panties. 

Barbara saw Jessica staring with anticipation showing her she liked what she was seeing so far. 

Barbara continued by reaching behind her back and unsnapping her bra, letting it fall to the floor. 

Jessica placed her hand on her chest staring hard at the voluptuous, perky, tanned, breasts. 

Barbara pulled down her panties stepping out of them and in the process opened her thighs and her nine inch penis dropped almost reaching her knees. 

"Oh dear lord!" Jessica said feeling her heart beating as she stared down at the member. 

"Is it everything you dreamed of my dear?" David asked already knowing the answer. 

"And then some," Jessica answered, "David you really know how to pick'em." 

David took a sip of her scotch and looked at his wife. "Well, I guess it's your turn?" 

Jessica took the scotch out of David's hand and gulped it all down handing it back. Then she walked up close to Barbara giving her the full attention. Jessica untied her robe and opened it letting it drop to the floor. 

Barbara got a full eye view of Jessica's tanned body. Her breasts weren't as big as Barbara's but they were perky enough that the hard nipples were pointed straight at her. Her body was nice and fit which showed that she worked out often. And there was a very small patch of pubic hair shaped in an, "I", on her labia. 

Barbara nodded liking what she saw. "Very impressive." 

Jessica smiled at Barbara as she came close to her body. "May I?" 

"Yes you may," Barbara answered. 

Jessica placed both palms of her hands around Barbara's breasts getting turned on as she squeezed them as hard as she could watching the hard nipples poke out. "Oh my, their real?" 

Jessica traced her hand down Barbara's sculpted body until it stopped right between her thighs. Jessica gripped hold of Barbara's nine inch penis feeling it grow with her touch. "My husband really knows how to pick'em." 

Without permission, Barbara wrapped her arms and hands around Jessica's soft tanned skin and pulled her in close enough that both their breasts were rubbing up against each other. "Where would you like us to start?" 

"Here would be nice," Jessica answered her heart racing. 

Barbara bent down and reached behind her legs and waist and lifted her up off the floor and in her arms. 

"Oh my lord," Jessica yelped as she was being carried to the white sofa near the wall. 

Barbara lightly placed her down on the sofa sucking on her left breast, then the other. She could hear Jessica moan as Barbara pleasured her with kisses all along her body until she was between her thighs. 

Barbara started with Jessica's clitoris sucking away at the hard, wet, stub. She opened Jessica up with her index finger sticking it in and out of her wet pussy. Then she replaced her finger with her lips and tongue. 

"Oh my God!" Jessica cried in a low tone as she gripped the sofa as she came. 

Barbara wiped away the cum from her lips and stood up pulling Jessica towards her by her legs. Jessica sat up grabbing Barbara's half hard cock and stroking it as hard as she could to make it rock hard. Then Jessica opened her mouth to welcome the ten inch member head first. 

Jessica sucked on the head licking down the shaft and back up to sucking on the head and then did the same thing on the other side of the shaft. 

Jessica traced her soft hand upwards grabbing hold of Barbara's right breasts and massaged and squeezed it lightly. Barbara moaned as she felt her scrotum gripped lightly in the palm of Jessica's hand as she massaged her balls. 

Barbara pushed Jessica back making her mouth release her hard cock. Barbara reached made Jessica watch as she ripped open a small, golden, package and took out a clear condom. She put the condom on her hard and wet dick. Barbara then reached under Jessica's legs and pulled them upwards and spread open so Barbara could get in between Jessica's thighs. She positioned her hard dick in between her pussy lips and pushed in making Jessica arch her back on the sofa. 

"Oh yes," Jessica cried as she felt the head of the ten inch penis awaken every nerve in her body, "give it to me baby. Give me all of that dick and don't hold back!" 

Barbara figured Jessica was an experienced lover and did what she wanted. She pushed in further and with force enough to allow Jessica's wet pussy to swallow all of her dick in one gulp. Barbara reared out slowly and forced her cock back inside Jessica making her arch her back even more. 

Barbara turned Jessica around making her stick her nicely, plumped, ass into the air. Again Barbara positioned her cock to enter into Jessica's wet pussy grabbing onto her hips to pull her ass back on her dick. 

Drinking his scotch, David watched as Barbara was fucking his wife doggystyle. He had to admit, something in him began to stir but it was a good feeling. It almost made him wonder if he should take over, but knew better than to interfere in his wife's gift from him. 

"I have an idea," David interrupted. 

Jessica sighed looking sideways at her husband while in doggystyle position. "Now?" 

"Let's all of us retire to the bedroom shall we?" David suggested drinking his scotch. "There you two can continue the action and be comfortable at the same time." 

"You know what?" Jessica asked standing up as Barbara pulled out of her. "That is a very good idea." 

In the nude and unabashed, Barbara and Jessica walked into the room Jessica first came out of with David following in toe. 

Jessica took Barbara by the hand and pulled her to the edge of the bed, then pushed her back making Barbara land on the soft white covers on her back. Jessica jumped on top of Barbara taking hold of her still hard, long, and fat cock this time positioning it between her wet thighs. Barbara braced herself as she felt Jessica impale herself onto her dick swallowing it whole. 

Grabbing hold of Barbara's breasts, Jessica rose up showing Barbara's long and thick shaft and plummet back down again. Jessica did this over and over until she felt all her nerves react as one. Jessica cried out as the fluids that was trapped in her body broke free and traveled down onto the head of Barbara's cock. 

Even though Jessica kept going, Barbara felt the fire in her testes grow until they finally combusted freeing the cum through the shaft and out of the head where it was trapped in the condom. 

Jessica looked down at Barbara and Barbara looked up at Jessica, then they both burst out laughing. Jessica bent over to give Barbara a kiss on the cheek and a nice warm hug mushing their breasts together one last time. 

"Is it everything you ever dreamed of my love?" David asked still holding the glass of scotch in his hand. 

Jessica turned to David with a wide delighted smile across her face. "Oh yeah and then some. How about you?" 

David raised up his glass to give a welcoming salute. "Just wonderful my dear." 

Barbara sighed as she walked up the steps to her apartment. Today was a good day. Not only did she get laid and screwed her client's wife. She got paid handsomely for it too. 

As she was approaching close to her apartment, Barbara stopped to see a knife stuck on her door. It wasn't just any knife. It was a long blade styled with red gems along the silver handle. 

Barbara stepped up closer to the door to see there was a note attached. With all her strength, Barbara grabbed the blade and pulled it out of the door dropping the note in her hand. Curious on who would put this on her doorstep, Barbara read the note. 

Dear Barbara, 

I know that you have been busy as of late, but while you have been out there fucking the world we thought that we could pay your girlfriend a little visit. 

Barbara thought about it. The only woman she could have thought of that she cared about so much is Melissa. But she should have been home by now. Barbara kept reading. 

If you wish to see and fuck this bitch again, meet us at the Old Cathedral on Old Hill Road. Trust us, you can't miss it. 

Barbara crumbled up the note in her hands as if she had just been disrespected in the worse way. 

How did they get Melissa and how did they know she would care? What plans did they have for her if she made it to the Old Cathedral? And what did they mean by, "Us"? 

12 

"So you are going to Old Hill Road to the Old Cathedral am I right?" The Italian taxi driver asked as he drove up the dirt hill road. 

"That is correct," Barbara answered. 

"Very interesting." 

"How so?" 

"I've never heard anyone who wanted to go up there and alone for that matter." The Italian taxi driver answered. 

"You know something about the place?" Barbara asked. 

"Oh have I?" The taxi driver said with a smile. "I've heard many stories about the Old Cathedral. Most of them not good. That's why I'm confused that you would go and alone." 

"What stories have you heard?" Barbara asked interested. 

"Oh that the place is haunted or something. Something bad. Shit like that. People used to say there were evil spirits or monsters living up there because whoever enters into the Cathedral, never return. At least that's what they tell me." 

"And what do you believe?" Barbara asked. 

The Italian taxi driver took a second to think about it. "Um, I think it's all bullshit. But I'm an Atheist so it's cool." 

As the taxi drove up the dirt hill it stopped at a gate followed by grey brick walls on each side. 

"In case you are wondering," The taxi driver spoke, "on the other side of that gate is the cemetery. Beyond that is the Cathedral. I heard it is a big place, many people I heard that have knowledge about it say you can get easily lost in there. Are you sure you want to do this young lady?" 

Barbara didn't need to answer the question. She stepped out of the car along with the taxi driver and they both walked back to the trunk. The taxi driver opened the trunk and helped Barbara pull out her heavy black duffle bag. 

"Jesus," The taxi driver cried in surprise, "what do you have in here bricks?" 

"Something like that," Barbara answered still staring hard beyond the cemetery. 

Barbara went into her coat pocket and took out her purse and opened it. She took out a hundred dollar bill and handed it to the taxi driver even though it was more than she owed him. "Is there a way I can contact you and only you when I return?" 

The Italian taxi driver looked at the hundred dollar bill and looked up at Barbara with a smile. "Just call my service again, ask for Bill." 

"Keep the change," Barbara nodded and turned back to the gate that led to the cemetery. 

As Bill drove off in his taxi back down the hill, Barbara placed the duffle bag down on the ground. She took off her coat and kneeled down to unzip the bag and take out xiphos or Greek sword she used to take down the women the first time. Then she reached in and took out aspis or golden shield with the red painting of a bird on it. The symbol of the phoenix. 

The shield was about half the size of her body and was sturdy enough to withstand anything even fire. 

Equipped with body armor that showed her bare arms and cleavage and armed with a shield and sword, Barbara left her coat and duffle bag knowing that she will return to them later. 

Barbara stepped up to the tall rusted metal gate. With one hand she opened the gate hearing it squeal loudly. Taking a deep breath, Barbara stepped in. 

13 

Barbara stepped into the cemetery hearing the gate creek as it slowly closed behind her. Just hearing the gates close shut behind her, sounded like they were shut for good and leaving Barbara to her doom. 

Barbara continued down the small dirt road in the middle of the cemetery. Alone everything was quiet like some horror movie cliché. There were different types of tombstones. Small ones, middle sized ones, even ones that towered over Barbara. There were angelic statues that were created on some of the tombstones giving it a heavenly style, but the whole scene was unfortunately unwelcoming. 

Much as Barbara was thinking about Melissa and her welfare, she trend lightly through the cemetery hoping to not walk into any traps along the way. Though Barbara was no fool and new that would be highly unlikely. 

Barbara stopped when she heard something in the darkness. Anyone who have not gone what she went through believed their minds were playing tricks on them. But Barbara knew better. 

Barbara raised up her sword and covered herself with her shield as she slowly circled around waiting for whatever was coming for her. 

"Well, you certainly came prepared," Barbara turned to the voice that she recognized so well. 

She looked up to see a tall tombstone and on top of it was the head of Gladia Widow or what Barbara would call, "The Black Widow". 

Gladia didn't say a word and crawled out behind the tombstone and on the ground in front of Barbara. 

"Well, you could've looked better," Barbara retorted sarcastically. 

"Very funny for a shemale who's about to be eaten," Gladia threatened. 

Barbara got into her fighting position. "Then let's get this over with." 

Gladia smiled evilly as she circled around Barbara preparing to fight. "You are going to pay for what you did to my sisters." 

"Stop babbling and start fighting," Barbara shot back. 

Gladia stared at Barbara for a second and then opened her mouth wide to spit out green goo. Prepared for the assault, Barbara jumped and rolled out of the way letting the acid spit hit the ground. 

Dodging the spit but still on guard, Barbara stood up guarding herself. Gladia thought that was a big enough distraction to aim a claw at Barbara, but she dodged that as well. Still on the ground, Barbara swiped at the spider like leg with her trusty sword and sliced the leg off making Gladia scream in pain. 

"YOU BITCH!" 

Thinking that this is a good enough time to strike her while she is still concentrating on the pain, Barbara jumped up on her feet and ran under Gladia and uppercut her in her chin with her shield. At the same time Barbara ran further under her and stabbed her in the abdomen. 

Gladia screamed again this time raising up in the air letting Barbara to pull out her sword and run. 

After Gladia got over the pain she turned to find Barbara. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU BITCH! YOU HEAR ME? I'M GOING TO CUT YOUR INARDS OUT AND EAT'EM RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR GIRLFRIEND! THEN I'LL FEAST ON HER...!" 

SHRINK! 

Barbara's sword punctured through the back of Gladia's neck and out through her mouth. With all her strength Barbara lifted the sword up slicing Gladia's face in two. 

The rest of Gladia's lifeless spider body collapsed on the ground with Barbara with it. Barbara jumped off the body landing on the ground and kept walking as, "The Black Widow", melted and dissolved into the gravel road disappearing from site. 

Barbara kept walking now confident that she was going to face anything in her way until she gets what she wants. 

Barbara continued onto the castle like cathedral ready take on her next challenge. 

14 

Barbara walked up the stone steps staring up at the tall wooden double doors. Barbara grabbed the left handle on the door and pulled it open hearing it eerily creek as she walked in. As Barbara stepped into the cathedral she heard the doors slowly close behind her. Another sound of Barbara's impending doom. 

Barbara walked up the marble steps carefully as she looked around the site. It was no wonder The Black Worlders picked such a creepy place. Not only was it hidden on a hill behind trees, it was spooky enough to be in a cemetery (A place anyone wouldn't be foolish to go), and the place was big enough to fit the whole city. 

Barbara slowly walked on the marbled floor looking at the beautiful but gothic design of the windows and walls. Ahead of Barbara was a tall slender statue of an angel behind a pedestal looking like she was blessing someone or something. 

Barbara figured it was too bad that the place was meant to be a religious sanctuary only to be taken over by the evil she was about to face. 

Barbara stood in the heart of the cathedral. She turned to her left and there was a red door and then turned to her right to see a brown wooden one. Barbara walked up to the red door and tried to turn the knob but it only moved an inch showing her that it was locked tight. 

There was only one way in and that was the other door. Barbara walked over to the other door and turned the knob and the door opened with ease. 

Barbara walked in the door closing behind her. She stared down the red carpet hall lit up by torches hanging on the walls. 

Barbara slowly walked down the medieval hall prepared for anything that was going to jump at her. As she reached the other end, she opened the door leading to a library. 

"Shit," Barbara spoke, "this stuff is still here?" 

Barbara walked up the three flights of steps in the library until she entered into clear glass doors that were opened all the way. In it was another pedestal with a thick heavy book on it. 

Barbara slowly walked up to the pedestal and slowly opened the heavy thick book. Barbara didn't know how she knew, but inside there was a big silver metal key where the pages should have been. 

Barbara picked the key up. It didn't feel as light like she thought it would which meant this key was not like the others. 

Barbara was on her way out until she heard something in the library. Taking a chance, Barbara dodged out of the way as she heard something crash into the mirrored doorway. Barbara looked up to see long red worm like appendages. At the end the appendages opened up showing four sharp slimy mandibles as they squealed. 

The worms began to strike again but this time Barbara saw them coming and blocked herself with her golden aspis shield. But the worm like creatures wrapped around the shield, their main goal was to pull it away from her. With her trusty xiphos sword, Barbara rose it up and came down on the worms chopping them in half. 

The headless worms flailed everywhere spilling green blood from their decapitated bodies and quickly vanished up into the shelves of books. 

"The fuck?!" Barbara cried certain that she was almost caught that time. 

Barbara made her way down the stairs and back through the hall with the hanging torches on the side of the walls. As she opened the door back into the main room Barbara was halted by the site of someone she did not want to see. 

"Well hello again, Barbara," The naked red headed femme fatale greeted evilly. 

15 

"What the fuck are you doing alive?" Barbara asked but not in a happy way. 

"You should know better than to take on a greater being than me," The red haired woman taunted, "besides you may have destroyed my body, but you didn't destroy everything." The red haired woman lifted her left arm and Barbara got a full few of the red worms of the chopped off heads. Suddenly the heads with the four sharp and slimy mandibles appeared again regenerating from the last battle. 

"Shit!" Barbara said thinking how hard this was going to be since the red haired woman already knew what she could do. 

The red haired woman rose up her arm full of red worms and threw them at Barbara. "Fetch boys." 

Knowing that the worms would wrap around her shield like the first time, guarding was not an option. So Barbara dodged out of the way having some of the worms miss her by inches. But the rest of them followed Barbara right behind.