3 comments/ 74810 views/ 12 favorites Riga's Havoc Ch. 01 By: geronimo_appleby A mind control story. I considered non-human as well, but opted for the mind control. Thanks to Sulk for her comments and help during the development of the story. I think she had fun! Thanks also to Private Label for the proof and the edit. Now it's up to you - read and (I hope) enjoy. I know where this story is going and will be starting Chapter Two shortly, if the feedback warrants it. * The hotel room would be adequate for a few days until Riga could move his guests to the country house, the house in which he would finally bring his lascivious plan to fruition. He didn't actually need or desire much in the way of comfort for himself, and he was satisfied with the level of his current accommodation. The depraved nature of his plans, and the time he required to fully complete his task meant that a more private and secluded location was essential. Inquisitive neighbours were most definitely not featured in the plan, and if any were ...unfortunate enough to discover what was taking place - well, they would pay a high price. Yes, the room in the hotel would suit for the time being, the location close to the heart of the Capital would provide him with an easy starting point to locate the girls he had chosen. The time was upon him, the conjunction of the planets, the position of the moon, and the timing for midsummer; all perfect. Now, all that remained was to meet the women. Riga left the building and walked to the tube station in his elegant, unhurried way. His attire perfectly matched the way he moved. Like a chameleon he camouflaged himself to blend with his surroundings. Somehow managing to look cool despite the warmth he wore a tailored Savile Row suit; and it fit his frame perfectly. Riga was supremely confident of his dapper appearance, and knew that as he moved along the city streets women were casting surreptitious glances at him. He had the high cheekbones, pouting mouth, and dark hair of a matured Johnny Depp. His eyes were of an indeterminate colour; not that anyone who had ever looked into those eyes could recall what colour they were, and depending upon Riga's mood at the time, any woman who did linger as she looked directly into those disconcerting pools found herself having the most vividly erotic dreams for many disturbed nights to follow. He emerged from the chaotic depths of the tube station at Covent Garden and took a seat at one of the café bars close to the market. The warmth of the early June sun influenced the mood of the thronging crowd, and Riga sat unnoticed amidst the excited babble. He quietly sipped at his cappuccino and eyed the multitudes as they passed by. He sensed that the girl – one of the girls he needed would be passing by very soon. His nostrils flared like a jungle predator on a scent trail, his nerves tingled with the anticipation of the first meeting, she was close – he could feel her. His cup clinked onto the saucer as a lupine smile curled the edges of his delicate mouth. There in the crowd, not twenty feet from him, the ubiquitous small daysack on her back stood the dark haired girl. She was enthralled by the comic antics of a street entertainer and was completely oblivious of Riga's appraisal. The entertainer juggled, and the girl continued to watch, totally enthralled and delighted. Her pretty face, with the cute, upturned nose was lit by her bright smile. Her teeth were white against the pink background of her succulent mouth and the light tan of her face. Her cleavage was deeply emphasized by the compressing effect of her tight, black sleeveless top, and the roundness of her full breasts were like a magnet to the watcher's enigmatic eyes as he studied the girl from his table. Her buttocks and legs were hidden in a pair of voluminous combat pants, but the exposed expanse of lightly tanned midriff between the waist of her low slung trousers and her clinging top showed Riga that the girl was more than suitably physically desirable. Again Riga cast an appreciative eye over the girl's ripe, curvaceous figure, and he nodded his head in an unconscious gesture of approval. She would do nicely – very nicely indeed. Riga stood when he saw the girl was about to leave. He left a careless ten-pound note under the saucer, an extraordinary tip even for a pricey establishment in central London, and now that the prey was in his sight Riga moved for the kill. The girl turned when she felt a presence behind her. She shivered despite the warmth of the early summer sun, and then uttered a slight gasp of surprise when she turned to find Riga standing so close. 'I'm sorry,' he said quietly in his cultured English tone. 'Did I startle you? I really must apologize.' 'Well...' The girl faltered. This guy was creepy; she couldn't put her finger on why, but he somehow felt... bad. He was dressed nicely enough, very nicely she had time to notice, and he was very good looking, maybe a little old for her, but... Still, there was just something fundamentally wrong about him; and she was suddenly cold... 'My dear girl,' Riga said, in the same, quiet voice, 'I really didn't mean to startle you like that, how terribly rude of me.' It didn't really matter much what Riga said or did to hold the girl's attention, all that was required was that the girl stayed in his immediate vicinity for a few moments longer. He knew she was instinctively repelled by the aura of his malevolence, but a few moments were all he needed. 'Please,' Riga continued, 'perhaps we should go somewhere less busy. I could buy you a drink to apologize.' The girl's mind was in a whirl of confusion. She didn't want to go for a drink with this man. He was scaring her; he'd only startled her a little and is insistent offer of a drink was way too much - But... 'I dunno...' the girl began, the soft drawl of her accent indicated that she was from North America. 'Really it's not necessary, I'm Ok, really.' Riga moved closer, his face perfectly composed. 'Oh but my dear, Jennifer, I insist.' Jennifer's eyes widened at the use of her name. How could this man know? Her stomach flipped greasily with fright. He was scaring her properly now, but his eyes... 'It will be alright,' Riga whispered quietly. 'Well, Ok, I guess it'd be cool,' Jennifer appeared to capitulate. Riga could have taken Jennifer under his influence with no effort whatsoever. In fact, his entire plan was unnecessary since he could take what he wanted, or rather give what he had to give without the woman even knowing he'd defiled her – But it was so much more fun this way. He viewed people as his playthings; something to be used and then discarded; a consumable commodity, and he adored playing with delicious young ladies. Minutes later Jennifer was sitting in a pub, a glass of coke fizzing on the table in front of her. Riga spoke to her quietly, Jennifer's reaction limited to nodding her head. 'Now, shall we go?' Riga's question was purely academic since Jennifer was truly in the grip of Riga's will. The barman didn't give the couple a second glance as the pretty girl followed the gentleman out of the pub. Outwardly Jennifer gave no sign that she was behaving out of character, and even in her own mind she was quite content to follow Riga anywhere. She would pander to his every whim, perform whatever act or function he desired, she was a slave to his desires and didn't care. 'After you, my dear,' Riga said and stepped aside to allow Jennifer into the room. 'Wow!' the girl exclaimed in admiration. 'What a great room.' 'Indeed,' Riga replied, amused. Then, as though he was turning a thermostat to adjust the room temperature he allowed Jennifer enough of her own free will to realize that she really didn't want to be in that room with him. He watched detached as the girl's facial expression changed from benign acceptance to being deeply disturbed. 'I...' she began then faltered. 'I'm sorry, I've made a mistake, and I really shouldn't be here.' Despite being under Riga's influence, Jennifer had complete recollection of the circumstances that had led her to this current situation. She was confused by how easily she had complied with Riga's suggestion, but now she was beginning to grow desperate. 'Shut up you prissy bitch!' Riga hissed at the horrified girl. His face contorted into a mask of fury, the cords on his neck bulged, and Jennifer felt the hot burst of urine jet quickly into her panties. He advanced towards the trembling girl and reached out to cup her breast in his palm. 'Remove that shirt,' he ordered simply. 'No... Please.' A single tear rolled heavily down Jennifer's cheek. 'Yes,' whispered Riga. With no effort whatsoever his will dominated Jennifer to the point where she would comply. 'And the rest,' Riga continued when Jennifer stood bare breasted in front of him. When Jennifer was naked, Riga took a long, lingering look, appraising the girl's firm, ripe body, and he licked his lips with lascivious anticipation. It would be two weeks until the time was right, but he fully intended to make the most of the opportunity that was present in the meantime. He knew that Jennifer was, on the whole a good and decent girl. Oh, she was no paragon of virtue, she'd had a handful of lovers up to her twentieth year, but generally she was a morally aware girl, kind hearted and of good character, and it was this innate goodness that made the game so much more delightful to Riga. He was looking forward hugely to the depravity to which he was going to introduce Jennifer. She smelled so pure at the moment, and Riga chuckled darkly as he thought of how the stink of corruption would soon cling to Jennifer's aura. Riga unbuttoned the flies of his suit trousers and pulled his thick cock from within. Expressionless, Jennifer looked at the intimidating girth and then looked up into Riga's face. 'Kneel before me, my little beauty,' Riga spoke quietly, his eyebrows raised. Jennifer did as instructed and felt the luxurious softness of the carpet on her knees. The quiet in the room was marred only by the muffled sweep of the London traffic through the thick, double glazed windows. The curtains muffled the sound even further, and Riga's breath sounded ragged as Jennifer wrapped her fingers around his shaft. 'Yes,' he whispered at the contact of their flesh. 'Touch me, my sweet little flower. Touch my cock, feel me.' Jennifer gazed at Riga's cock, it felt so hard in her hand, so dangerous. Riga allowed Jennifer to slip back into her own personality for a moment. He toyed with her, and enjoyed the way her eyes widened with the shock and revulsion at what she was doing in that room. 'It will get a lot dirtier than this,' Riga said and then laughed. 'This is just a... taster.' He laughed again at his own wit. Taster – that was exactly what he wanted Jennifer to do next. 'Lick me, bitch,' he ordered sharply. 'Lick my cock and enjoy it! Tell me how fucking good it is.' The tip of Jennifer's pink tongue poked out and she wriggled it around the dome of Riga's penis. She probed gently at the weeping eye at the crown of the cock head and then popped her lips around it and slurped loudly as though she was sucking on a big lollipop. 'You taste so good,' she smiled up at Riga when she let him plop from her mouth. 'I want to suck you. It feels so fucking hard; let me taste you, please... Fuck my mouth with that big, fat cock.' Riga looked at Jennifer as her lips stretched around the thickness of him. Her dark hair swung as Jennifer bobbed her head, and he was delighted to see the bulging distortion of her cheek as the blunt end of his cock bumped the inside of her mouth. He stroked the dark hair gently, almost tenderly as he bucked his hips in short, jerky movements against Jennifer. 'You like that?' Jennifer grinned, her hand pumping at the root of Riga's cock, her chin smeared with her saliva and Riga's precum. A strangled 'Yes,' was all that Riga could manage, then he groaned loudly and the first spurt of his cum arced high and splashed across Jennifer's pretty face. The girl issued a startled, 'Oh!' when the first jet hit her. She quickly recovered and manipulated Riga's shaft as more of his seed gushed thickly from his cock and spattered across her face and throat. Finally, Riga's climax died away and he surveyed the scene of debauchery that he had contrived. Jennifer smiled at him through mask of semen. Thick ropes clung to her cheeks and exposed throat. A long, silvery strand hung from her chin and Jennifer lifted her index finger up to scoop the cream into her mouth. Another thick strand clung to Jennifer's dark hair, and the upper slopes of her full, round breasts were dotted with viscous droplets of Riga's seed. Riga stood over Jennifer and once again allowed her mind to come back to the present. The expression on her cum smeared face was one of despair and devastation. She looked down at the mess soiling the skin of her breasts, and reached up disbelieving to feel the smeared filth on her face. 'Wha... What are you doing to me?' Her voice broke with the tragedy of her situation. 'Why am I doing this? It's sick... It... It's dirty...' She glanced at Riga's half erect cock as it jutted obscenely from his flies. 'Oh, God... No,' she cried and gagged as she remembered that she had sucked on the obscene appendage only moments before. Riga laughed at the plight of the hapless Jennifer and then tuned her true personality out again. 'But I thought you loved it, my darling?' he joked. 'I do, I do love it,' Jennifer smiled happily. She smeared her fingers through the mess clinging to her face and licked her sticky fingers. 'It's divine,' she said brightly, and then added in a little girl voice, 'please, when can I have some more?' 'Soon,' Riga whispered. 'Very soon, I promise. But first, we have someone to meet.' Riga told Jennifer exactly what he wanted her to do, and after repairs to her appearance the girl left the hotel happily, with a small wad of currency that Riga had handed her for some special purchases he required her to make. Riga undressed, showered and then dressed appropriately for a night in the bright lights and lively bars of London's Soho. Tonight he and Jennifer were going to find the next girl in Riga's grand design, and he smiled in anticipation of the sordid delights that awaited him. *** Riga entered the bar with casual indifference and was served quickly even for the well trained and efficient bar staff. He found a convenient position from which he could observe Jennifer's arrival and he quickly scanned the crowd for some diversion. He knew that Jennifer would be arriving shortly, just as knew that the other girl would be making her entrance shortly after. Riga was undisturbed by the hubbub that surrounded him. He stayed untouched and unmoved as though he was in a bubble, sealed form the influence of the crowded bar. His eyes flashed as Jennifer came into view, and Riga smiled broadly when the young woman moved close to him. 'You look positively... edible,' Riga mouthed into Jennifer's ear. 'Simply delicious.' As instructed Jennifer had used some of the money that Riga had given her to buy some new clothes. The bare midriff 'Aril Lavigne' look had been replaced by a simple yet classy summer dress. The golden slopes of her breasts jiggled tantalizingly in the bodice of the dress, and her smooth, tanned legs were shown to their fullest advantage as the sweep of its hemline fell to mid thigh. 'So,' Jennifer said above the noise of the happy crowd, 'who are we meeting?' 'As it happens, my dear,' Riga replied with his eyes fixed over Jennifer's bare shoulder, 'it's her.' He nodded in the direction of the door, and Jennifer turned to look. 'Stay here,' Riga said and eased through the now packed bar. Jennifer watched as Riga spoke to a slender blonde and she saw the girl nod briskly after taking a long, appraising look at Jennifer. A few seconds later Riga introduced the blonde. 'My dear Jennifer, this is Chrissie.' 'How do you do?' Chrissie moved close to Jennifer and placed her hands on the dark girl's waist; she placed her lips lightly against Jennifer's and pushed her tongue gently, but briefly into Jennifer's mouth. Riga watched the light kiss intently. In contrast to the level of will needed to keep Jennifer under the influence of his control, Chrissie had taken no more persuasion than the overt invitation to play with the American girl. He sensed that Chrissie was more naturally disposed towards the darker side of her personality, that she found the world of sex to be a place she very much liked to be, and that the suggestion of some slightly perverted lesbian sex caused a pulse to quicken at the junction of her thighs. 'So ladies,' Riga said when the girl's parted. 'Allow me to get you both a drink.' The trio stayed in the bar for a short time and then Riga suggested that they should perhaps go back to the hotel. During the taxi ride back, Chrissie sat next to Jennifer and ran her hand along Jennifer's thigh. She pushed her fingers between Jennifer's legs and slid her middle finger between the slick, uncovered labia. 'No knickers?' Chrissie stage whispered with delight. 'I absolutely adore going commando,' she added and opened her own thighs as she lifted her buttocks from the seat and manipulated her denim skirt high up around her hips. At the same time as she exposed her plump vulva, Chrissie sucked at the tip of the finger that had previously slid along Jennifer's sex. Jennifer giggled when she saw Chrissie's thick, curled labia and the glint of metal from the ring that pierced Chrissie's clitoris. Fascinated by the jewelry that adorned Chrissie's sex, Jennifer fingered the metal ring lightly and then reciprocated Chrissie's earlier treatment of her opening by dabbing of her own finger into the heat between Chrissie's slender thighs. The two women kissed again after Jennifer had tasted the syrup that trickled from Chrissie's opening, and their tongues were clearly visible to the watching Riga as they danced with slippery, serpentine coiling in each others mouths. Riga noticed the taxi driver watching the impromptu show in the rear view mirror, and he noticed the man's eyes widen with excitement as Chrissie sucked on Jennifer's tongue and squeezed the girl's round breasts through the bodice of her dress. 'Find somewhere quiet,' Riga instructed the driver quietly through the slot in the perspex screen that protected the driver's cab from potentially violent fares. As the cab pulled into a relatively quiet yard Riga spoke again. 'Show the driver your breasts,' he said to Jennifer, and sat back as the girl instantly slipped the bootlace straps over her shoulders and scooped her tits out one by one. 'Fuckin' hell,' the driver whispered and shook his head when he saw Jennifer's magnificent bosom. Chrissie purred softly and cupped both of the heavy globes in her palms. 'Oh, darling,' she murmured softly and left a trail of saliva around each of Jennifer's rapidly stiffening nipples. The two women kissed again, this time with legs widespread and their fingers busy against the other's quickly dampening opening. 'Come back here,' Riga invited the driver, and the man hastily obeyed. The driver was breathing heavily and his hands trembled when he saw the two attractive young women, semi nude and close up. 'Fuckin' hell,' he repeated, his eyes huge and his mouth gaping. 'Take out your penis,' the order from Riga. The man balked at this, obviously reluctant. He was happy enough to watch two dollies going at it in the back of his cab, but to expose himself – the law wouldn't take too kindly to that. 'Do it,' Riga's voice was quiet but insistent, and the man unzipped his jeans and groped inside. It poked from the zip of the man's jeans, pale and flaccid, and Riga spoke again. 'Ladies,' he said and both women looked towards him, lipstick smeared and hair in disarray. 'Help our friend please.' He indicated the driver sat on the opposite folding chair. Riga's Havoc Ch. 01 'Come and sit between us, honey,' Jennifer drawled and slid away from Chrissie. The driver moved over to the back seat and simply gazed at Jennifer's big, round breasts. She laughed at the expression on his face and held lifted the heaviness of herself to him. 'Touch them,' she whispered huskily. 'Kiss them,' she added, and the man fell against her with a groan. He pawed at Jennifer's jugs and slobbered over them, and his limp cock slowly twitched and began to show signs of interest. Chrissie looked on with a slight curl of distaste on her face, she looked at Riga as he sat dispassionately opposite her and she raised her eyebrows at him to indicate her bemusement. 'Why don't you take him into your mouth?' Riga suggested quietly, and Chrissie's previous distaste evaporated. As Chrissie held the driver's cock upright with her thumb and forefinger, she positioned herself across his lap and took the head of it into her mouth. The man left Jennifer's breasts instantly and looked down at the blonde hair that was spread across his lap. 'Shit,' he murmured. 'I just don't fuckin' believe this.' He closed his eyes and turned his face upwards to the roof of his taxi, he swallowed heavily and then looked over at Riga. 'How old are these girls?' he asked. 'I'm 40 and...' The man groaned when Chrissie tickled the entire underside of his shaft from tip to his balls with her wriggling tongue. 'Twenty,' Riga replied simply. 'My God,' the man whispered. 'Twenty years old, and so fucking gorgeous.' He looked at Jennifer's breasts again and then back down at Chrissie. 'Jesus,' he continued, look at these women... twenty years old and she's sucking my cock. I can't believe it.' Riga laughed richly, a dark sound. 'Your lucky night,' he said. 'Make the most of it,' he added and then quietly, so quietly no one heard, 'you're going to die tomorrow, so enjoy your last night.' He looked directly at the man and spoke in a louder voice. 'Which one do you want? Which of these girls do you want to fuck?' The wet sound of Chrissie's mouth on the driver's cock ceased and she looked up into his face from her position in his lap. Jennifer leaned across and kissed the man on the mouth. She pushed her insistent tongue into his mouth and lifted his hands to her breasts. 'I've got to have this one, please, it has to be her.' His voice shook with the excitement and arousal, and the flame of lust burst hotly in the pit of his stomach as the realization of what was shortly going to happen. 'There's a condition,' Riga said, and the man paused, suddenly unsure. 'Condition?' he responded. 'You cannot use her cunt.' Riga emphasized the noun, the sharp click of the final letter was accompanied by a curl of his upper lip, and sounded loud in the confined space in the back of the taxi. 'I don't... I don't understand,' the man said confused. 'You can bugger her, you dullard.' Chrissie winced visibly at Riga's raised voice. She was suddenly afraid, as Jennifer had been afraid earlier in the day. So far Riga had merely used his influence to penetrate the periphery of Chrissie's consciousness, and the sudden realization of the true extent of his capacity for evil literally took her breath away. She felt suddenly cold and became fully aware of her semi nakedness. The promise of some wicked girl/girl sex, and maybe some kinky stuff with Riga had excited her in the bar when Riga first approached her, but now... The door to the shocking world in which Riga existed was slightly ajar, and she had a brief but terrifying glimpse into the blood red sky beyond, she could hear a low moan of the wind beyond that slightly open door, and she felt the goosebumps rise suddenly on her skin as she imagined that the sound of the wind actually sounded like the low combined moans of tortured souls in purgatory. Just as Chrissie reached for the door handle Riga spoke, 'Stay where you are you slut,' and she fell back into the cushioned seat. Chrissie had a fleeting recollection from her schooldays of Descartes' 'Evil Demon'. In a final moment of lucidity before she slipped under Riga's enveloping influence, she realised that this... man, controlled her version of reality, just as the Cartesian model controlled reality in the hypothesis, and with that memory from her schooldays Chrissie realised that her own soul would be joining the others as the door to Riga's mind clanged shut. Completely oblivious to the conflict that had just taken place; the cab driver was smiling broadly. Jennifer had turned and knelt on the back seat, and her round buttocks were pushed out in an invitation for the man to invade her anus with his cock. 'Come on, baby,' she cooed. 'Come and stick that cock in my ass.' The uncharacteristic attitude made Riga smile with pleasure. He was pleased with the level of corruption he'd applied to the morally upright American girl. To hear her offer herself like that to a man twice her age was sublime pleasure to Riga. Each new act of depravity that the girl was subjected to only heightened his enjoyment. The next few weeks would be fun! The man moved awkwardly, his jeans an encumbrance, but he was soon crouched behind Jennifer with his now hard cock waggling wildly in front of his body. He held Jennifer's hip with one hand and held his erection steady with the other. He then offered the blunt head of his cock to the dark hole of Jennifer's virgin anus and pushed against the opening. 'Oh!' Jennifer cried out as the spongy, yet firm head popped the tight ring of her sphincter. 'You're in my ass,' she called out in a surprised voice. 'It hurts,' she groaned as the man pushed some of his length into the resistance of Jennifer's body. 'It hurts, but...' Jennifer's voice faltered as more cock invaded her body, 'but it feels so nice as well.' Chrissie slid across the seat and moved close to Jennifer. She took hold of the girl's face in the palms of her hands and looked into her eyes. 'Is it nice and big in your arse?' she asked, her upper class English accent emphasizing the 'r' in contrast to Jennifer's American pronunciation. 'Yes,' Jennifer replied. 'I've never been fucked in my ass before, it's...' she paused and gulped, her eyes roved over Chrissie's pretty face, 'it's so... hot, it burns, my ass burns, but it's so fucking bad it makes me horny.' Chrissie laughed. 'Oh yes,' she responded to the other girl's words. 'It turns me on too, it's so dirty, so wicked, but so deliciously bad that I can come and come.' She kissed Jennifer deeply and paid no heed as the American girl moaned directly into her mouth as the driver pushed fully inside her body. Jennifer pulled away from Chrissie's kiss and turned her head to face her lover. 'Fuck me in my ass,' she demanded. 'Do it to me, come on, fuck me.' She pushed herself back against the driver and forced him deeper into her body. The man took hold of Jennifer's hips and pulled part way out of the tight grip of Jennifer's anus. He paused for a moment and then pushed back into the girl and was instantly rewarded by her moan of pleasure. 'Yeah,' she called. 'Do it to me, fuck it into me, I'm such a baaaad girl!' The deep, rich sound of Riga's laugh was loud in the back of the taxi. The transition within Jennifer from comparative purity to anal sex loving slut was like water to a man tormented by thirst as far as Riga's entertained amusement was concerned. The obscenities that Jennifer used as she eagerly pushed back onto the man's stiffness delighted Riga, and he felt the dark mists of his own desire begin to swirl inside his head. Despite his growing ardour, Riga held himself in check. He would have ample time that evening to enjoy himself, and he preferred the plush comfort of the hotel to seedy sex in the back of a Hackney Carriage. As the man thrust harder and harder into Jennifer's backside, Jennifer was moaning and groaning around mouthfuls of Chrissie's tight, well shaped breasts. Chrissie's nipples poked out, long and thick as Jennifer suckled at her distended teats. Chrissie's hand was busy between her legs as she fingered herself, flicking the metal ring on her clitoris and savouring the delicious twin sensations from her pulsing clit and nipples. 'That's it, you bastard,' Chrissie spoke to the taxi driver with biting cruelty. 'Fuck her in her arse, split the virgin, make her cry.' Chrissie pushed two slender, bejeweled fingers into the molten heat of her own opening. Juice squelched around her probing digits, and Chrissie continued to manipulate her clitoris vigorously as she fingered her sex. The driver knew he was close to orgasm, the excitement and depravity of the situation was too much for him to bear. Jennifer's language and the tight squeeze of her sphincter around his cock aroused him to fever pitch, but the added sensual overload from the sight of the beautiful, supposedly well bred slut fingering her sopping cleft was just too much. His slightly rounded belly slapped against Jennifer's plump, upturned buttocks and he moaned loudly that he was going to come. He gripped Jennifer's hips and crouched low over her back, his own back bowed as the surge of his climax drew through him. He clenched his teeth and swore and the first jets of his semen gushed forcefully into the depths of Jennifer's anus. 'Oh! Jennifer cried as she felt the man's cock pulse inside her and the spurts of his climax burst into her bowels. 'He's coming; I can feel it spurt inside me.' She groaned loudly at the new sensation of being filled with a spitting cock in her behind, and she held tightly onto Chrissie's torso as the writhing man crouched over her and dug his fingers into the flesh of her hips roughly as his seed pumped into her body. 'Shit,' the driver said and grunted like a jungle animal in time with his spurting cock. 'That was so good. Damn, I've never fucked such a cutie before, and up the arse as well...' Spent, the driver pulled his cock from Jennifer and saw his thick goo dribble from the dilated opening. He watched as the viscous substance slid along Jennifer's the cleft and drip down onto the seat below. 'Take us home, now.' Riga instructed, and the driver hurriedly pushed his gooey cock back into his jeans with no effort to wipe himself. Jennifer stooped in the back of the cab and pulled her dress down around her hips and scooped her swinging breasts back into the bodice. 'I can feel cum dribbling out my ass,' she giggled as she restored a modicum of respectability to her appearance. 'It'll ruin this dress,' she continued, not really caring about the garment at all. Chrissie lifted her hips to pull her denim skirt around her thighs, and shortly afterwards the driver pulled up at the hotel. 'No charge, mate,' the cabbie smiled as the girls left the cab. 'Have a good night,' he said and winked as Riga followed the girls into the hotel lobby. The next day he would be killed as he crossed the road to buy a newspaper, mowed down by one of his own kind, but at that moment, blissfully ignorant of his fate, the can driver spun his cab away from the curb and drove off into the night whistling happily, with the juice on his cock crystallizing into a crust around his shaft. 'I'm so fucking horny,' Chrissie said when the three of them were back in the hotel. She wriggled her hips from side to side and rubbed her thighs against each other as though she had an itch between her long legs. 'I need fucking, please, I really need to come.' Riga smiled and pulled a small bag from under the bed. 'Here,' he said to Jennifer, 'take a look in here. You might find something...' his eyes gleamed brightly as he opened the bag to reveal its contents, 'useful.' Riga finished, and Jennifer took the bag from him and peered inside. 'Oh. My. God!' Jennifer cried delightedly when she saw what was inside. She reached inside and pulled out a thick faux phallus. 'It's a strap on,' she continued a little unnecessarily since Chrissie knew exactly what the contraption was. 'I've never seen one before, not in real life,' she enthused. 'It looks vicious.' Jennifer's voice dropped to a whisper as she turned the waggling dildo around in her hands. She surveyed it from every angle and bounced it up and down gently as she tested its weight. 'Put it on – Quick!' Chrissie croaked. Her voice was thick and rough with lust. 'Put it on and fuck me with it.' Chrissie had already pulled her denim skirt down over her hips and left it, forgotten in a heap on the floor. Her top soon followed, and Chrissie stood proudly naked, her hands on her slim hips. Chrissie lay back on top of the big bed and spread her legs. Her slit glistened with her arousal, already wet from her fingering in the cab, and Chrissie ran her finger between the thick, protruding lips of her labia. As she pulled gently at the ring that pierced her body at the top of her slit Chrissie moaned gently and eyed Jennifer as the American girl quickly stripped and fumbled with the unfamiliar configuration of the strap on. Finally, with Chrissie almost panting on the bed as she eagerly awaited her lover, Jennifer managed to fit the straps to her body. She walked slowly towards the bed as the dildo jutted hugely and obscenely from her body. The unreal sight of Jennifer's curves and the false male appendage that waggled heavily as she moved was such a contradiction to Jennifer's femininity that Chrissie moaned loudly with desire. 'Oh, my sweet baby,' Chrissie sighed tenderly when Jennifer crawled between Chrissie's widespread thighs. 'Lick me first, darling,' Chrissie implored, her tight breasts rising and falling on her chest as her breath came in panting expectation. Jennifer settled at the junction of Chrissie's legs and dabbed the tip of her tongue into the molten heat of Chrissie's syrupy sex. 'Yes!' came the single, sharp cry of bliss when Chrissie felt Jennifer's tongue touch her body. 'My clit, please, lick my clit,' Chrissie begged, and then sighed deeply when Jennifer carried out her wish. Riga watched the two girls quietly. He was soon divested of his own clothes, and his cock jutted from the base of his hard stomach in a real life facsimile of the strap on that Jennifer wore. Riga stroked the length of his shaft almost absently as he continued to survey the scene so wantonly acted out upon his own private stage. He would move the women to the house at the earliest opportunity. They would be able to carry on their debauched playtime in complete privacy once they were safely hidden away. Also, once the date for the planting of his seed had passed, Riga could enjoy more sordid delights, and he would be able to fuck both of them at his leisure after that significant date. He couldn't enjoy vaginal sex with either of his two girls until then, and he knew from experience that the wait would make the ultimate act far more satisfying. On the bed Chrissie was going wild as her orgasm approached. Her dirty blonde hair was in complete disarray as her head moved quickly from side to side as though she were caught in the grip of a powerful dream. The high pitched sound of her excitement came in grunts and squeals of pleasure as Jennifer's quick tongue flicked over the nub of Chrissie's clit. Her hips lifted and fell rhythmically as she bucked up against Jennifer's face, and finally as she held Jennifer's hair in her fingers and forced the girl's mouth against her slippery vulva, Chrissie wailed loudly and gritted her teeth as her climax broke. Jennifer pulled herself from Chrissie's grip and she watched fascinated as the English woman cried out in ecstasy. Chrissie's torso tightened and relaxed as her orgasm pulsed through her body. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut and her mouth became set in a silent O as she mauled at her small, firm, thick tipped breasts. Even as Chrissie began to calm down, Jennifer, her mouth and chin smeared with Chrissie's juices, moved quickly and pushed the hard tip of the dildo against Chrissie's labia. Chrissie's eyes widened when she felt the pressure and she looked down at herself as her body accepted the head of the dildo. Chrissie gulped when she saw the folds of her labia pushed slightly inwards and she felt the hardness begin to invade her body. Jennifer held herself straight armed above Chrissie, and she watched the other girl's face intently as she applied more downwards pressure. 'Fuck...' Chrissie gurgled as the rubber cock slid deeper into her opening. 'It's big,' she sighed, 'so fucking big. It feels gorgeous.' Chrissie looked up at Jennifer as the girl concentrated on sliding the appendage into the welcome of Chrissie's eager body. She reached up and pulled Jennifer's face down to hers, and the American girl collapsed heavily onto Chrissie's torso. Chrissie tasted her juice on Jennifer's mouth and tongue, and a surge of hot lust coursed through her veins. Jennifer paused finally, the full length of the dildo was pushed inside Chrissie's body and Jennifer savoured her first sweet moment of saphic love. 'This is sooo baaad,' Jennifer grinned, her eyes and mouth inches from the supine woman caught under her weight. 'All of that cock embedded inside you – I can't believe it, you're such a slut.' Jennifer whispered the words as she looked into Chrissie's eyes, and then she lifted herself up from Chrissie's pliant body, straight armed again. 'You were the one with a cock in your arse, my dear,' Chrissie replied. 'A stranger's cock deep in your arsehole,' she continued lewdly, a grin on her face. 'And,' she continued, 'you took his cum up there too. That kind of makes you a bit of a slut too, hm?' Jennifer's response was to pull the cock almost free of Chrissie's clinging labia and then to push it back inside her opening with a vigorous shove. 'Yeah?' Jennifer smiled wickedly, 'well, now you're gonna get your pussy banged.' She slammed the cock in and out of Chrissie for emphasis. 'I'm gonna fuck your Brit pussy till I split you in two, you're gonna beg me to pull this thing out of you, and when you do...' Jennifer banged hard into Chrissie several more times – hard. 'When you do, I'm just gonna keep fucking you with it.' Chrissie's eyes rolled back in her reaction to Jennifer's words and the feeling of being totally filled by the rubber cock. Riga was delighted by the almost total transformation of the once demure American. He stroked his cock with more vigour as he savoured her corruption, and he moved close to the bed so he could more closely survey the scene as it unfolded. He wanted to pour his cum onto Chrissie's face at the same moment she climaxed. He was eager to see her defiled as his semen shot onto her pretty, sculptured English Lady's face. Riga pumped at his shaft harder and faster as the obscenities and the dialogue between the two women degenerated. 'Come on you bitch,' Chrissie complained. 'Fuck it into me, come on, don't tickle me with it; bang my cunt.' The use of the obscenity from Chrissie's cultured mouth sounded alien, as if a woman of such refined accent had no business using such a crude word. Riga felt the conflict between the texture of the word and Chrissie's English tones was perfect, like light and dark, complete opposites but each complimented the other, just as the use of such depraved language in such an accent fired the blood in Riga's veins to a higher temperature, and he felt his semen rise quickly along the shaft of his cock. 'Oh yes!' Chrissie called loudly. 'You're going to get me off. Oh you beautiful bitch, fuck me with it, bang me, yes!' Chrissie's hands moved up and down Jennifer's arms as her orgasm threatened. She was lifting her hips from the bed and forcing as much of the cock into her body as could be found. The rubber cock was smeared with her lust, shining along its length as it disappeared and reappeared with Jennifer's generous thrusting movement. A thick residue had formed around the base of the shaft, like a tide mark, an indicator of just how much of the phallus Chrissie's body was swallowing. The cream had gathered, thick and white, and more of the stuff was continuing to build up as Jennifer kept pounding relentlessly. Riga's Havoc Ch. 01 Riga knew that Chrissie was close to her climax, and he manoeuvred himself nest to the girl's face in preparation for his own release. He took hold of Chrissie's blonde hair with one hand, and his other fist blurred as he pulled at his cock. 'Are you going to come on me you filthy bastard?' Chrissie asked when she saw Riga's pre cum soaked glans close to her face. 'Are you going to spray my face with your jizz? Do it, do it over me. Do it on my tongue while this bitch fucks me.' Chrissie closed her eyes and opened her mouth as a target for Riga to shoot into. Her body stiffened and she groaned loudly and the first jet of Riga's semen sprayed against the pink of her outstretched tongue. Riga's ejaculation splashed across Chrissie's face as the girl closed her mouth to swallow the thick drops that hit her tongue. She cried out and writhed spastically as she continued to climax, and Riga's goo clung to her face where it had spattered hotly as he came loudly himself. Jennifer pulled the rubber cock from Chrissie's body and surveyed the damage. Chrissie was a limp wreck, lying on the bed covers spent and immobile. Her face was spattered with Riga's outpouring and her hair was a wild tangle from where Chrissie had writhed against the pillows, and had had Riga's fingers enmeshed in it as he came. The bed itself was a ruin, with the covers askew and now stained with the trickle of juice that had leaked from Chrissie's vagina and trickled down the crack of her buttocks. Jennifer stood and unstrapped the dildo from around her waist and between her legs. She made her way to the en suite and sat on the sea, listening to the sharp tinkle of her piss into the water below. As she sat on the seat, Jennifer began to notice the signs of her own ravaged body. Her anus felt bruised, and she realised that she would be paying the price for her earlier behaviour. She wondered if she would be able to walk come the morning, and she flushed the toilet and gingerly walked back to the bedroom.