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Average

By: Northsider



Shelley glanced at her reflection as she passed the large mirror outside the elevator doors. She was so average. As the elevator reached her floor, she tried to remain focused on trying to enjoy this, her first holiday in years. 

She had a tedious job in a prairie city that could be crushingly lonely. She had little contact with her family, except her sister, who lived a hundred miles away; a short drive she took once a month or so. Shelley loved Meg more than anyone in the world. It was Meg who had walked away from the oppressive life that lie before her if she took the path demanded of her by their parents, who were staunch fundamentalist Christians. It was Meg that smoked weed and listened to Tool, and worked as a waitress in a strip club to save up the money to start her business. Now she had 30 people working for her, and lived in sin and comfort with her man, Ben. Shelley wanted to be just like Meg when she grew up. She still did, at thirty five.

Sometimes, she wondered if the loneliness was driving her mad; the closest she'd been to intimacy in years had been to e-chat with the few men who'd responded to her posting on some cheesy "Horny Alberta Girls" website. However, there had been few of those; she was honest enough with herself to see how plain and undesirable she appeared in the photo she'd posted of herself. She'd fiddled around for hours setting up her camera to photograph herself in a rather unflattering bra and panties. Not one man pursued any sort of contact with her after the first chat room conversation they'd have with her, though many were initially attracted to her rather desperate claim of being "willing to try anything".

As she carried her bags toward her room, she heard footsteps behind her. Pulling the keys from her pocket, a voice from behind her clearly spoke her name. She turned and saw two people approaching her, a man and a woman. The man was tall, with a steely gaze and a military haircut. the woman was also tall, a blond, and disarmingly attractive. Although not actually wearing uniforms, they were obviously on government payrolls.

"How do you know my name?" she asked them, feeling immediately intimidated in spite of the pair's affable demeanor.

"Department of Immigration and Naturalization, Ma'am. We'd just like to see your passport, please." the man stated evenly.

"Oh, sure, I have it right here in my purse..." Shelley replied, feeling the nervousness in her voice as she dug to the bottom of her purse. The two Feds carried her bags into the room for her.

"Oh, thanks, but I could have......", Shelley said nervously, as she began to panic. She could not find her passport in her purse.

"No trouble at all, Ms. Van Rhys," the blond replied. "The sooner we can see your passport, the sooner you can get on with your holiday."

The knot in her stomach began to tighten as she started going through her wallet for the third time. That passport had been in her purse not more than an hour earlier.

"Perhaps in one of your bags, Ma'am?" the man queried.

"No, I'm sure...." she faded off, real fear creeping into her tone. "I know I have it, I know it's here somewhere, it's...."

"Well, let's just be calm, I'm sure it's here. If you would be so kind as to unpack your bags for us," the blond said to Shelley as she scanned her body English. "Chances are, it's in there."

Shelley unpacked the things she'd bought for the trip; some new blouses and skirts, sandals, a sun hat. The new underwear that Meg had purchased for her at a boutique on Seventeenth Avenue in Calgary. Just a few bras and panties; Shelley was shocked when the total cost was nearly fifteen hundred dollars. There it was, laid out across the bed; a lonely woman's desire to be fucked, desired, far from her normal, boring life. She felt pathetic as the two scrutinized her pretty things, the plumage she so desperately hoped would attract....someone.

"If you could open this, please." the man said to her as he passed a zippered velvet bag to Shelley's shaking hands.

"God, not this." she thought to herself, wondering why the hell they needed to do this.

"Please, it's just some.... personal things, that's all, just, um..." She was in tears.

"Unless you have some contraband in that bag, and for your sake, let's hope you do not, I suggest that you show us the contents, Ma'am." the blond said to her, impatience and suspicion growing in her voice.

Shelley laid the contents of the bag on the dresser. A tube of Astroglide personal lubricant. Some more of the expensive panties Meg had bought her. A filthy little novel of lesbian lust, written by a woman with the evocative name of "Tereska Torres". And finally, a thick black dildo, nearly a foot long. She glanced at her face in the mirror; it was a mess, puffy- eyed, her makeup a trashy looking disaster.

"Why the fuck is this happening?" she thought to herself, as the blond picked up the large silicone phallus, an expensive one at that, and examined it, bringing it to her face as she sniffed it lightly. 

"Am I correct in assuming that you get a lot of use from this big boy, Ms. Van Rhys?" the blond asked, sounding a little cocky.

The blond was right; Shelley had used that big black tool on herself a lot. But what the fuck business was it of hers, anyway? A woman that looked like that would have no problem getting as much real cock as she wanted, and Shelley wondered if the blond wasn't trying to get under her skin, to throw her off balance even further.

The blond handed Shelley the dildo. She put her hand around it, her fingers barely able to wrap around it's girth. The blond, however, did not let go of it, She looked directly into Shelley's eyes and asked her if she was aware that the novel that she'd brought with her could be considered obscene material, and that she could be detained or deported for possessing it.

She then asked Shelley, "Are you a lesbian?"

The blond let go of the dildo, leaving Shelley standing in the middle of the room, holding the huge rubber prick. The blond picked up the novel, a well used copy printed back in the fifties, and leafed through it. Mixed with the lurid descriptions of locker room longing and sapphic self satisfaction, was the faint aroma of the secret places it had been hidden over the last half century; the cedar chests and leather bags and lavender scented drawers, and the subtle wisp of the places the fingers that had turned these pages had touched while reading them. 

The blond slipped the novel into her pocket, and once again asked, with a dark, intimidating tone in her voice, "Are you a lesbian?"

"Why, is that illegal here, too?" Shelley spat back in anger and frustration.

The man rushed toward her, getting right in her face, and stated with a bone chilling calm,

"Listen. You are in this country illegally until you present a passport. Until that time, WE will be asking the questions. Now what fucking part of that do you not understand, lady?"

"Come with us, we are going to our office, until this problem is sorted out." the blond said, taking Shelley's arm while the tall man took her other. The two led her down a stairwell, into an unmarked, windowless van. She was terrified.........

"Fuck!!!", she thought to herself. "Why the hell hadn't she just gone up the Calgary Stampede and just fuck some drugstore cowboy she'd meet at some stupid beer garden?" She knew why. That had been her last vacation, three years earlier. It had been her last sexual encounter, as well. A drunken, unsatisfying roll in the back of some soccer Dad's mini van, a block away from the Saddledome. It had ended with a white Stetson wearing security girl politely tapping on the window of the van, telling them they were in a no parking area. As she remembered that, a tight little grin crossed her face. It came as a response to the fact that the boredom at home had been driving her mad; and that at that moment, she was certainly not bored......

The van pulled into an underground parking lot. They parked near a large steel door, which opened on it's own as they approached it. The two escorted Shelley down a maze of grey hallways, into a room containing a table, a video camera mounted on a tripod, and a television set mounted on the wall. There was also a large mirror mounted on one wall, which Shelley assumed, correctly, to be a one way mirror. The two left the room, the thick steel door locking behind them.

Shelley waited, it must have been an hour or more. She had to piss, and was dying for a cigarette. Finally, the two Feds returned.

"You are to be detained, Ms. Van Rhys. Your embassy has been notified, and they have assured us that this matter will be rectified by morning. Until then, you will remain in our custody." The man looked at her coldly, showing no regard for her situation.

"Detained? For what?!!" Shelley screamed, her composure slipping from her grasp. "If this is all going to be fixed by morning, just take me back to my hotel! I'll just order up some room service and go to sleep, which is all I want to do, anyway, for Christ's sake!" She broke down sobbing on the floor.

The two left the room again, the blond returning a few minutes later, accompanied by an orderly with a room service table, and a couple of folding stools. She asked Shelley if she had to relieve herself. Thank God for small miracles, she thought to herself, she was on the verge of pissing herself. She nodded to the blond, who had the orderly place a chamber pot on the floor in front of the video camera.

"Be my guest, Ms. Van Rhys." the blond said to her, pointing toward the pot.

The blond and the orderly stood and watched as Shelley pulled down her shorts and squatted over the pot. She was embarrassed as hell with the two of them watching her, and she glanced up at the TV screen to see herself there in this most undignified position. Once she was done, the orderly took the pot and left the room.

"Please, sit down." the blond said to Shelley as she pulled the cover off the room service cart. There were several bottles of assorted soft drinks, and a tray of sandwiches laid out. She hadn't eaten since before her flight, and her mouth was parched. She downed a bottle of Sprite, and tried to take her time on a sandwich.

"Care for a cigarette, Ms. Van Rhys?" the blond asked cordially, sliding a pack of John Player Specials across the table. Shelley accepted them thankfully, the blond producing a silver Zippo to light it for her.

"So, you still haven't answered my question, Ms. Van Rhys. The one I asked you at the hotel."

"You mean about whether I'm a lesbian."

"Yes. That question."

Shelley thought about it for a moment as the nicotine rush flowed through her body. Her only physical relationship with another woman had been when she'd attended college, and her room mate, Lisa, who considered herself a "pleasure enthusiast", had introduced her to the joys of cunnilingus. And sucking cock . And group sex. Truth was, most of the sex that Shelley ever had was in their cramped little dorm room. And, one Saturday morning, Lisa had come back to the room at about seven, and crawled up under Shelley's covers to go down on her; the perfect wake up call. On this particular morning, however, Shelley's parents had decided to pay her a little surprise visit. They walked in about the time Shelley was on her third or fourth orgasm, absolutely horrified by what they saw. They turned and left without saying a word, and refused to hear or speak of it again. They never forgave her either.

"I've been with a woman before, yes. But I wouldn't go as far as to say that I'm a lesbian." she stated in a very clear and focused manner, looking directly into the blonde's icy blue eyes. She also realized that her cunt was now throbbing.....

The man returned, and the blond stood, turning to a drawer on the service table. He looked at Shelley and calmly told her to stand and remove her clothing. Her heart was pounding; what the hell was happening? How could this be legal, anywhere? She looked at them and asked why she had to strip, as the blond turned to her, slipping on a pair of latex examination gloves.

"You are to be strip searched and your body cavities examined for contraband." the man stated indifferently. "Strip." "Now."

Her heart felt as if it were about to explode from her chest. Her rage had her on the verge of nausea, the adrenaline wiping out any ability to understand any of it. Added to all this was the shameful truth that she was wildly aroused, and could actually feel her juice running down the inside of her leg. Stunned, she stared off into space, and started to unbutton her blouse.

"In front of the camera!" the blond ordered lasciviously, as she pushed Shelley in front of the lens and tore her blouse off. Shaking, Shelley looked up at the TV screen and watched the woman appearing on it disrobe. One by one, she placed her garments on the table, until the woman on the screen stood naked. The blond stepped in front of her and cupped Shelley's breasts in her hands, squeezing her nipples harder and harder until she let out a muffled cry of pain.

The blond then ordered her to turn around, bend over and place her hands on the table. The man repositioned the camera so that the image on the screen was now of her ass, her anus being lubricated by the blonde's latex gloved hands. Without warning, the blond inserted two fingers into Shelley's asshole, causing her to gasp. The blond spent what felt like an eternity driving her long fingers as far up her ass as she could, all of it being watched by the man, and whoever was on the other side of the one way mirror.

Without warning, the blond pulled her fingers out of Shelley's anus, and ordered her to lie on the table and spread her legs. Once again, the camera was adjusted, so that the image on the screen was of Shelley's gaping cunt. The blond smiled as she slipped her fingers into her, no lubrication required. She reached her long fingers deep behind Shelley's pubic bone, pressing hard onto her G-spot, driving a stream of slippery fluid out of her snatch as she fought to keep from moaning out loud. The blond worked another finger, then another into Shelley as she felt the pressure in her build, and as she looked up at the TV screen, she shrieked as she saw the blonde's fist disappear into her, and a shuddering orgasm ripped through her. The blond drove her fist deeper into Shelley, pounding her rhythmically as one orgasm after another tore through her convulsively. Finally, the blond yanked her hand from her body, leaving her cunt wide open and flushed to a dark purple shade of carnal agony. The blond then motioned to the man, who dragged Shelley from the table, handcuffed her hands behind her back, and forced her to her knees. The blond held her pussy slick hand to her mouth, forcing her to lick it clean....

Shelley looked up at them and then at her image on the screen. She could feel the eyes on the other side of the mirror leering at her. She knew that whatever was happening here, they weren't done with her, as the man once again aimed the cold camera eye at her, the image on the screen above her now of her face only...

The door opened, and a rough looking group of men filed in. Shelley looked at her face on the screen, trying to make some sense of this, as a man's penis appeared on the screen as well. She couldn't believe that the face on the TV was her own; how could this be happening?

"Open your mouth, you fucking whore!" she heard a man say as she looked at the TV and saw the face of a woman open her mouth and take a huge ugly cock into it. Who the fuck was that dirty fucking slut, anyway? She' d never been called a whore in her life, but she'd done exactly what was ordered of her when addressed as one. The woman on the TV screen was frantically sucking the cock of a man whose face she couldn't even see, as suddenly her mouth was full of semen.

"Swallow it, whore!" she heard a man's voice bark at her, and once again, she did as she was told. Before she could even swallow all of what the first man had pumped into her face, another grabbed her jaw, forcing her mouth open while he jacked himself off, driving his prick into her throat as he came. One by one, each of them took his turn at stuffing a cock into her waiting mouth, and in ten minutes, she'd more than tripled the number of times she'd performed fellatio in her previous thirty five years. Fifteen minutes after that, she'd lost count completely. And in just over an hour after the first filthy bastard had ordered the whore on her knees in front of him to open her fucking mouth, Shelley looked up at the TV screen to see the last of them pumping his load across the remarkably un-average face of that woman, that whore..........

Shelly was once again in the room alone with only the blond, and the tall man. He unlocked her cuffs and helped her to her feet. The blond came over to him, put her hand on his crotch, and kissed him deeply. He embraced her as she moaned and twisted her hips into him. Shelley sat on the table, her hand instantly reaching for her throbbing pussy, coming as soon as she slipped two fingers into herself, as the blond unzipped the man's pants.

"You should show this filthy cunt what a real cock looks like." the blond said to him.

He turned to her and pulled his penis from his pants. Even with what she'd just done to God knows how many men, she gasped when she saw it. It was enormous, thick and uncircumcised, it's blood engorged surface throbbing. She fell to her knees and took the head of it into her mouth, tasting the honey of another woman on it. She came repeatedly as she stroked herself, the woman on the TV screen taking an astonishing amount of this monstrous tool down her throat. 

He then pulled his prick from her mouth and threw her onto the table and told her to spread her legs. He slammed himself into her hard as the blond re-adjusted the camera to show the image of a woman being fucked like an animal, screaming and swearing like the whore she was accused of being, as the blond lifted her skirt and straddled Shelley 's face, one orgasm after another ripping through her as the man pumped her snatch full, and the blond filled Shelley's mouth with the mixture of herself, and the semen the tall man had filled her with earlier that day. As one final, crashing orgasm roared through her, the pounding in her ears reached a deafening level, and everything went black.......

She awoke in her hotel room. She'd been bathed, and had been dressed in the dark blue bra and panties that Meg had bought for her, her favorite ones. She felt her pussy throb; God, it hadn't been a dream. She picked up a small package, gift wrapped on the night stand. She opened it; it was her passport, the novel the blond had confiscated, and a DVD marked, "Vacation memories". She then opened the attached note. It read, "Have a nice vacation. Love, Meg and Lisa.{he he he...]"

She looked up at the woman in the mirror. There was nothing "average" about her at all. Yes, this was going to be a great vacation...

Average



 Author's Note:

She is a girl who never stops thinking. She's prettier than she thinks, braver than she feels, and keeps a running commentary moving through her head. She's the kind of girl who tears apart her appearance in a mirror, yet flaunts her curves with confidence she doesn't feel. She's the kind of girl who sees all her own flaws, even when no one else has ever noticed them before. She's cute, she's funny, she's sincere. And she never stops thinking. Her body is curvy, her hips are wide, her shoulders are broad. Her chest is larger than she'd like it to be, and she always wants to lose weight, even when she doesn't need to. She's based off of me, though sometimes loosely, and she is better than me because she's as brave as I would like to be. She stands up for herself in a way I don't think I ever could. And she has a bright inner light that refuses to die, even when mine has already. 

I've never written a story like this before, and I'm super nervous about submitting this one. Please be kind to the fearful author. I'll gobble up your praise, bask in your adoration, and hide in the basement if you're cruel. And yes, I know that last sentence wasn't properly parallel. I know these things. What I don't know is how to make my writing better, so please leave a nice comment. I'll try to improve wherever I can. 

Love, the girl who never stops thinking, CrystalineScar

*****

She looked in the mirror to see what she looked like. At first glance, she saw striking blue eyes and a clear complexion. Silky blonde hair hung in slight waves past her shoulders. As she looked longer, though, she noticed the flaws. The way her right cheek bone was higher than the left, which made both her eyes and her lips slightly lopsided. The right side was taller, and the left side was longer. Her hair, blonde and wavy, earned her many compliments, but she hated it today. It was too flat here, too mousey coloured there. Her large breasts were lopsided too, with the left one being slightly bigger. She knew this because her bras fit funny, every single one. That's how she knew they truly were lopsided. 

She turned sideways to look at her stomach. Her best friend, Adrian, told her that she was skinny and sexy. She knew she was slim, but she never felt skinny. Her tummy wasn't flat enough. She frowned and glanced over to the scale, tempted to see if she'd lost any weight since yesterday. 

"I look fat." She said her reflection. "Not really fat though. Just chubby enough to not be really slim."

She ran her hands over her stomach and hips. There was a small bowing out around her belly button and there wasn't quite a hollowness between her hips. She longed to have a flat stomach and a hollow between her hips. She longed to be rid of her slight muffin top. And she longed to look in the mirror and see a girl who was more than average.

She took one last resigned look into the mirror before stripping and stepping into the shower.

After a long, hot shower, she reached her hand behind the shower curtain to grab her towel. As her fingers closed against the rough cloth, she felt a hand grab her wrist. She shrieked and jerked her hand back.

"Who are you and why are you in my bathroom?" she shouted. She cowered in the shower, afraid to reach for her towel again, but not wanting to be naked in a room with a stranger, and a creepy stranger at that.

"Get out. I'll call the police." She said, trying to keep her voice from giving away her fear.

She jumped as the shower curtain was pulled roughly to the side. Her hands shot to cover her chest and she clenched her legs together. As she backed into the shower wall, she looked at the man in front of her. If he hadn't been intruding in her bathroom, she would have described him as tall, dark, and handsome. His green eyes seemed to grow darker as he moved towards her. 

She had nowhere to run, and nothing good could ever come of a strange, silent man invading her bathroom. She began to frantically think of ways to defend herself. SING, she told herself, remembering the last time she had watched Miss Congeniality. Solarplexes. Instep. Nose. Groin. The most vulnerable points on a man's body are the solarplexes, or the area between the ribs and the top of the stomach, the instep, or top of the foot, the nose, and the groin.

An amused expression crossed his face.

"What's that?" he asked in a mild and deep voice. Confused, she shook her head.

"What was what?"

"What you were just mumbling to me?" 

Her eyes widened and her already mild blush deepened. She hadn't realized she was thinking out loud. He took advantage of her momentary shock and confusion to step into the tub and close the space between them. Panic took over and she lashed out, clawing at his face with her right hand. She got in one good blow before he had a hold on both of her wrists. He pressed his body into hers, pinning her to the cold shower wall. He pinned both of her wrists to the wall with his left hand, and his right moved to her waist. She gasped in surprise as his hand came to rest on her hip, thumb on top of her hip bone, fingers spread out along her back.

She struggled to control the fear that was coursing through her. In that moment, she just wanted to close her eyes and pretend nothing frightening was happening, but she couldn't. The stranger was a lot stronger than she was, and, although she tried, she couldn't move her wrists at all. She shuddered inwardly at her nakedness and how vulnerable she was. She decided to not let her fear rule her, and she gathered up all the courage she possessed.

"Let go of me, you fiend." She spat in his face as she struggled against his grip. He didn't react except to chuckle again, and she wondered what it would take to shatter his calm demeanor.

"Now, let's not have any of that kitten," he whispered into her ear. "No more scratching. No more spitting. And no more struggling. Now what was that you were mumbling before I got my hands on you?" She felt an involuntary tingle, of fear or something else, she didn't know what, run down her spine.

"SING. Solarplexes, instep, nose, groin. I wanted to fight you." She mumbled, still struggling against him. She could hear his amusement in his voice when he next spoke.

"No matter what you do, you won't win this fight. Why not safe your strength for later? That's the most logical path, isn't it now? Because I'm sure you've realized that I've got the clear advantage." To prove his point, that she was truly helpless against his well-built body, he ground his erection into her and moved his hand from her hip to her chest. She shuddered as he lightly ran his knuckles down the skin just outside her breast. 

"Get off me creep." She growled through clenched teeth. Tears of frustration and fear threatened to spill from her eyes as he laughed softly.

"Only if you ask nicely, little one. And if you promise to not do any more scratching or fighting. I'd prefer to not hurt you. You're so tiny, I'm a little afraid of breaking you." Anger coursed through her at his utter self-confidence and at the condescension in his tone.

"Fine. We'll do it your way." She said, with as firm a tone as she could muster. His smile widened and he backed off from her, though he didn't let go of her wrists. She jumped as his right hand slipped over her nipple before he reached behind him to grab her towel for her.

"If I let go of your wrists," he said, "do you promise you'll behave and do as I say?"

Left with a choice between being manhandled through whatever was to come and having some control over her own body, she nodded her head.

"I want to hear you say it. Tell me you'll behave and obey me. Tell me that you'll accept the consequences if you misbehave. Do that and I'll let go of you." His green eyes darkened with what she thought to be amusement and arousal. Still, he was offering her a glimpse of freedom, and she would be remiss if she didn't take what she could get.

"Fine then. I agree to behave." A sneer coloured her tone as she said the last word. The corner of his mouth twitched into a half-smile. His grip on her hands tightened as he bent down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. Her whole body jerked with surprise as he gently sucked on it and flicked it with his tongue. Then, he let go of her wrists and took a step back.

She barely kept herself from striking him again, reminding herself that, for now, he was in control, and antagonizing him would do nothing. She snatched her towel from his hand and quickly wrapped herself up in it. She grabbed her clothes from the floor and turned away from him before getting dressed. She moved as fast as she could with the dry fabric sticking to her still-damp skin. She glanced over her shoulder to see what he was doing, but he was just leaning against the door, picking at his nails. At the moment, he looked non-threatening enough, but she still had to fight being paralyzed by fear. Once she had all of her clothes on, she plopped down on the toilet seat and crossed her arms, trying to look more relaxed than she felt.

"What now then?" she said, acid dripping from her voice. He looked up at her, and smirked at her hostile posture.

"Well, this is the part where I ask your name" he said, humor in his voice.

"No." She said defiantly.

"Then tell me your name because you agreed to be compliant." 

"Maybe I've changed my mind."

"I don't think you want to know the consequences of misbehaving, kitten." A mutinous expression crossed her face as she reconsidered her position.

"Fine. You first." He seemed both amused and exasperated at her stubbornness.

"Kyal. Now it's your turn."

"Ehlena." 

"Ehlena, I like that. It's just as beautiful as you are."

"Don't be patronizing, it doesn't suit you. And seeing as you're either a rapist, a kidnapper, or both, you don't need to bother with pretending to be nice because it's obvious that you aren't."

Kyal didn't reply beyond a heavy sigh. The next few minutes passed in silence, with Kyal looking at her, and Ehlena looking anywhere but him. She kept him in her peripheral vision just in case he tried anything. Suddenly, his expression changed.

"Why didn't you scream for help?" honest curiosity coloured his voice.

"People scream all sorts of things around here all the time. In this building, it would've gone unnoticed anyway." Ehlena said bitterly, though she was hoping to make a scene if he tried to take her from her small apartment. "It's not a bad neighborhood, but it's the cheapest housing in the area. That brings in all sorts of people. It's all I can afford." She paused and frowned. "How did you get in, anyway? I have two deadbolts." 

"I had a wild youth where I picked up many different skills." 

"Like breaking and entering?" She asked, with a bit of sarcasm. A wild grin broke out on his face.

"More like kidnapping." And he strode across the small bathroom and grabbed her wrists again before she registered what was happening. Startled by his sudden proximity, Ehlena jerked back, lost her balance, and would have fallen off the toilet if Kyal hadn't been holding her wrists. 

"Careful there kitten. I'm not going to hurt you."

"I have no proof of that. So far, you've accosted me while I was naked in my own shower and I think you're about to try to kidnap me. None of that breeds any confidence in my safety while in your presence." Still holding her wrists, Kyal looked her in the eyes with his first truly serious expression. 

"I mean you no harm. I know that you have no evidence to support that and that all the signs point to me being a horrible ruffian, but I try to be a good guy. I really do. And I can promise to you that I will do my best to keep you safe."

"What do you want with me? Why are you doing this? Why can't you just leave me alone?" Ehlena tried to jerk her wrists out of his grip, but his steel-like fingers didn't budge. Kyal's expressing softened.

"I'm going to take you back to my homeland. There, I'm not certain what fate will befall you, though, judging on your courage, intelligence, and beauty, you will be bought by someone who will treat you well. As to why I'm taking you, I'm doing it because I have to. I'm from Aluria and, by the end of this year, your country will be under siege. Our scouts have been studying this land for months, and they have chosen the best and brightest of your civilians to be brought back to Aluria as, for lack of a better term, souvenirs before your whole country is wrought unrecognizable. You are one of a handful of civilians who are to be sold just after we declare war. When the war is over, your leaders will be sold as trophies of sorts, as a warning to our enemies. I don't know where you will end up, but I would like to buy you. With me, you will be treated well."

"Buy me? Is that really what you said? I am not an object to be traded. I am a human being. I have rights. And this is so totally absurd. I don't know what drugs you're on, but you need to go away and leave me alone." 

Ehlena started thrashing to try to get free. Panic was setting in as her situation became more real. Kyal pulled her to her feet and wrapped his arms around her so she couldn't move. Ehlena stopped struggling and started sobbing into his shoulder. She was confused as to why she was leaning on him for support- emotionally and physically it seemed.

"I have no choice but to take you in. And yes, you will be sold at auction. Your country is currently being farmed for your best, brightest, and most attractive. Even if I refused to take you in, someone else would do it. And trust me, you'd rather be brought in by me than by anyone else. I still view you as human, see? The others, tend to see their captives as less than human. You know what I said about souvenirs? That's all you are to them. I know you're scared, but trust me, the less you struggle, the better it will be for you. It's okay to be afraid Ehlena, and I promise I will do what I can to make this as easy on you as I can, but I'm going to need your help for that. Will you please cooperate with me?"

"Why? What's the point of all this? What's going to happen to me? And why do you even care? If this is your job, why do you care at all about what happens to me? One average face in with a million others. Why would you care about me at all?" Ehlena leaned back to look at his face. His brow was furrowed and his eyes were serious.

"Because you're special. And this isn't my job, not my normal one, at least. It's mandatory that all men serve five years in the military." He gave Ehlena a slight smile. "This is the first bit of war they've let me near, and it's relatively low risk. I was supposed to have a partner for this, but he got held up under a pile of paperwork from our last retrieval mission. I'll actually be leaving the military in less than a month. My five years are almost up and I can't wait to get home. I think I hate this task more than I hated the office work they had me in before. And as to why I would care about you? Because you didn't scream. Because you've held your head high despite the fear I can see in your eyes. There's something about you, Ehlena. Something special. I just hope that my father will let me buy you."

"I'm not special, and I'm not property to be bought or sold." Ehlena tried to add firmness to her voice, but it came out sounding, to her ears, weak and weary.

"You are now, love. And I have a deadline to fulfill. Are you going to make a fuss when we leave, or will you be good? It'll be much easier on us both if you don't lie to me." 

Ehlena weighed her options. It was likely that no one would come to her aid if she fought. And Kyal seemed to be on her side at the moment. It would be stupid to throw that away. If she had no choice to regain her freedom, which she doubted she'd be able to, it would be best to have someone sympathetic to her plight. She didn't want to think about what he could've done to her while she was naked in the shower, and she knew that most other men in his position would've taken advantage of her situation. It would not be a good idea to abuse his tentative trust or push away his kindness. Having made her decision, she looked him in the eye with all the force she could muster. 

"I'll not fight you, though I will be looking for an opportunity to escape at every turn. I do not wish to go with you, but I've decided to try to stay on your good side." Kyal smiled and released her.

"That's a good choice kitten. You won't regret it." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick collar which he fastened around her neck. Then, he grabbed her right hand and fastened a handcuff on it. He placed the other cuff on his own left wrist.

"That's a tracking collar. You'll be fitted with an implant later, but that'll happen later. With that and the handcuffs, you needn't bother looking for a way to escape. And besides, you'll be next to me every step of the way, what could be better? And no one will even notice. Now, hold my hand and let's get going." His long fingers intertwined with hers as he led her out of the bathroom. Ehlena looked for the last time at the familiar sights of her apartment, feeling homesick already.

"Can I grab something to take with me? Please? Just something from home so I don't feel so lost." Ehlena's voice quavered with fear and sadness at her admission of this slight weakness. Kyal sighed.

"You won't be allowed to keep anything you bring. It'll be sold or burned as soon as we reach the auction house. Though, if you trust me, I may be able to sneak it to you later. That is, if I can buy you once we reach Aluria." 

Ehlena thought about his offer for a moment before making her decision. It was the best bet she had at having a taste of home while being trapped in a foreign country.

"Ok. What can I bring?"

"Something small. Do you have a piece of jewelry or something like that?"

Ehlena nodded and made her way to her bedroom. With her free hand, she rummaged through her jewelry chest until she found her favorite necklace. She handed it to Kyal who fastened it around his own neck. Ehlena made a face at him so he explained.

"It's less likely to get lost this way. Is there anything else you'd like for me to smuggle for you? As long as it's small, it should be all right."

"Umm... would you be able to take a picture?" she asked timidly. "It's of my parents, see, before they died." Kyal smiled and nodded.

"Sure. I can take a picture."

Ehlena grabbed a worn photograph from her night stand and handed it to him. He folded it carefully and put it into his wallet.

"Is there anything else? I think I can smuggle a little more for you, if you want."

A sudden dark thought occurred to Ehlena- that he might be trying to get her to owe him a favor later. She didn't want to owe him anything, but, if he could manage to give her a slice of home, she was willing to take that chance.

"You wouldn't be willing to smuggle Smoky for me, would you?"

"What's smoky?" he asked curiously.

"He's my teddy bear," her eyes were aimed at the floor like she was waiting for him to laugh. "I know I'm twenty and everything, but I still sleep with him. I've had him since I was little. I don't need him to protect me from monsters anymore, but he does help me sleep, since I'm so used to sleeping with him. I figure he'd be the best taste of home I could bring."

A smile spread across Kyal's face.

"I can do that for you kitten."

A ghost of a smile touched Ehlena's face as she pulled a raggedy teddy bear from her bed. Kyal managed to fit Smoky into his pocket, and he started to walk towards the door.

"Come one, let's get going. We have a long way to go."

Ehlena took one last look around the room before allowing Kyal to lead her into the hallway and out into the unknown.



Average Anatomy



My friend Mike and I had a crush on the same girl in high school. Her name was Marta. We sat next to her in an anatomy class. This was our senior year and we had just turned 18. We both liked the fact that she wasn't too popular, she preferred to stay away from the major cliques. We were not among the in crowd ourselves. She was cute though and her smile made her seem nicer than most girls in our school. She was quiet most of the time, but occasionally would show signs of being extroverted. 

She had the first desk in the last row, next to a window. I sat directly next to her, and Mike was right behind her. We went to a private school, so the uniform was rather bland, but sometimes students were allowed to wear something besides the required outfit. On one such day, Marta was wearing black stockings and had on a black skirt with white polka dots. She had on a form fitting white top and wore black ballerina shoes. 

Marta was also 18 and had olive colored skin and short black hair with plenty of waves in it. Her dark eyes seemed capable of giving more than she seemingly offered. She was about 5'7" tall. Her body was slender. The legs were long and thin. Her ass was on the smallish side, but was bubbly and worthy of attention. Her tits usually looked small in her loose blouses, but when she wore tighter tops, they looked bigger than usual. Her sexiest feature was her lips. They were very full and seductive. I was mesmerized by them and conjured up images of kissing them.

Mike and I looked at each other and shook our heads. It was not easy sitting next to a crush. We would often talk about her and what we wished we could do with her. Often, on the phone, I masturbated while we discussed what she had worn that day and how her body had looked. We always compared her to the hottest girls, and said she just missed being in that top tier. She was our crush, and we would have been happy if either of us got to know her better.

While she sat there with crossed legs and dangling a shoe, Mike and I were called to the front of the room by the teacher to move some boxes. I realized as I headed back to my desk that I had a bulge in my pants. Marta was looking at me as I sat down. She also noticed that Mike was bulging too. Her face was pensive for the rest of the class.

When the bell sounded, I could tell she wanted to say something to us. She gathered her books and waited for people to clear the area. She stood in front of us. Her legs were posed, her feet pointing in different directions.

"I'm sure if you wait a minute or two after I leave, it will be safe for you two to get up and go." Marta said.

"Was it that obvious?" I said.

"How do you know you caused it?" Mike said.

"Good point." She said.

Marta looked down as if to hint she was looking at our bulges, then she smiled before walking away. 

Mike and I finally got up as students for the next class were coming in.

"She looked awesome in that skirt." Mike said.

"I know." I said.

The next day Marta walked in after Mike and I were already seated. She sat down and turned so that we both could see her. She was dressed in uniform, but looked very cute.

"How are we doing today?" Marta said.

"I am Fine." I said.

"Good." Mike said."

"Is everything back to normal?" She said.

"For now it is." I said.

"I'll see what I can do." Marta said.

I spent the whole class sneaking looks at her while she took notes or made a few surreptitious texts on her phone. I couldn't keep from looking at her lips as she played with a pen in her mouth. I felt she enjoyed the erections she thought were in her honor and she now had something over us. The erections were in her honor and I wanted to experience more of them because of her.

At lunch, Mike and I sat and wondered if Marta was opening the door for us because her attitude seemed playful. We could see her at another table reading a magazine. She was not alone at the table, but was not interacting with anyone.

"I don't know. She obviously saw we had boners. Unless she thought they were boners we gave each other, she must have known it was because of her." I Said.

"I like her even more now." Mike said.

"Yeah, I do too."

"You think we have a chance with her? Look at her over there. She acts like high school is beneath her in some way."

"I don't know, but if she honestly does not buy into the whole popular thing, we might."

I saw her in the hallway just before last period and she gave me a quick wave. It felt friendly, and as though there would be more recognition in the future.

There was a basketball game that weekend and Mike and I decided to go. Mike played football in the fall. I didn't play sports. We sat in the bleachers and said hello to our friends and joked around with each other. We would joke around about what cheerleader we thought was going to get laid that night. Jenna, a blonde with a delicious booty, always turned me on, but she was so far gone as far as popularity goes, I didn't even have a chance to share the same air space with her. 

Marta was there also. She came with a guy who had graduated the year before. We were not happy to see her with him. There was no speculating whether or not she was going to get fucked. We were sure she was. He was older than us and most likely experienced.

"That sucks." Mike said.

"I know. Just when we were getting friendly with her she shows up with that guy." I said.

"I remember that guy."

"Yeah, he always acted like he was a rebel." 

"Why would she be with him?"

"Who knows?" I said.

During half-time I went to the concession stand and was just waiting there, when Marta came up to me. She was by herself. She had silver boots that were knee high. 

"Where is your buddy?" She said.

"He's around. Where is your buddy?" I said.

"He's patiently waiting for me to get back."

"Up or down?" I said.

"Excuse me?" She said.

Her lips were caught in a half smile.

"Up in the bleachers or down here on first floor?" I said.

I also smiled.

"Maybe he is somewhere in between."

"Is he starting or finishing?" I said.

I was trying to be clever.

She got closer to me. We were face to face. I was just slightly looking down at her. Her lips were so full and had just a hint of lipstick on them. I wanted to kiss her so badly. Our torsos were touching. We stared at each other for what seemed like minutes before she finally broke the silence.

"Or maybe coming or going." She said.

Marta walked away and looked back once. She half smiled and then laughed.

I went back to my seat without having bought anything and told Mike that I had talked to her. He was pissed he had not gone to the concession stand himself. Marta left with her friend before the game was over. Mike and I left as soon as the game was over, sadder because we knew she was spending time with another guy, yet, I could not wait to get home to masturbate to images of the moment we shared. That was the closest I had physically ever been to her.

We stopped by Mike's house first to go over our lack of progress with Marta. His parents were in the living room so we went into the basement. He didn't prepare me for what he had probably not planned, but felt compelled to do. He sat down on a sofa and unbuttoned his pants. He let out his dick and started to stroke it. He did not even look at me. He leaned his head back and concentrated on his spur of the moment masturbatory session. I sat down across from him to watch.

Mike was very hard. I could tell his penis was a little bigger than mine. Mine was a little over 5 inches long. Mine did seem to be a little thicker than his, which surprised me, since he was more muscular than me. I figured then that a thick body meant a thick dick. I was not sure if he wanted me to just watch or if he wanted me to join in. I decided to just watch. His strokes were quick. I could sense when he was ready to ejaculate. He started to mumble something as he started to cum.

His splatter was impressive. I was glad that I was not standing in front of him.

"Feel better now?" I said.

"Yeah, I do. I get so turned on by her when she wears boots." He said.

"I do too."

"You can take care of your business if you want." He said.

"No. I'll just wait to go home and make a mess on my sheets." I said.

We played pool for a little while. We just hit the balls, not really trying to pocket any of them. I had a hard-on the whole time, and was actually considering relieving myself in front of him.

I slumped away and walked home alone. I kept replaying the image in my head of Mike masturbating. I wondered if this signaled a turning point in our mutual feelings for Marta. Were we going to get more desperate, or were we going to start and initiate something real with her? I figured we were stronger as a duo then as just lone guys.

On Monday morning, when we finally had our class with her, we were quiet and watched her as she walked into class. We sat in silence for the whole hour. Finally, as we were getting ready to leave, after her of course, she spoke to us.

"It's casual day this Friday. Do you guys have any requests?" She said.

I tried not to look too surprised by what she said. Actually, I was thrilled by what she said.

"The least amount of clothing would be good." Mike said.

"Don't be stupid." She said.

Marta walked out as I was about to suggest something. I decided to wait to tell her next time I saw her.

"What's wrong with you? She's being cool with us." I said.

"I didn't know what to say." Mike said.

"Don't say anything then." I said.

I just shook my head and walked out of the room.

I spent the rest of the school day trying to figure out what I should request of Marta. I decided not to confer with Mike. He might suggest she come in a tube top and shorts. I saw her on the way out of school. I hurried my pace to catch up to her. She looked at me with a quizzical look, probably wondering if I was stalking her.

"Yes?" She said.

"I was thinking you could try another skirt." I said.

She smiled at me.

"Why?"

I was frozen. I didn't know how to express to her that she looked awesome in skirts and that her legs begged to be shown off and that I was prepared to beg her to show them off.

"I don't know."

"You have to tell me why."

I paused for a second and tried my best to let her know why.

"Because I think you look awesome in them. You're... are..."

"Yes, go on, my what?"

"Your legs are amazing." I said.

"You think so? They aren't too skinny for your taste?" She said.

"No. They are perfect." I said.

"I'll see what I can do." She said.

Marta disappeared into a crowd of students. I went my own way and felt as though I were almost weightless. I felt so satisfied I had spoken to her at the end of the day as opposed to catching a moment with her in class.

Mike called me later that day and told me he wanted to see Marta dressed in some type of body suit. I told him I had already talked to her. He didn't get angry, but I could tell he was annoyed with me.

When Friday came around, she did do as I requested. The skirt was not as short as her polka dot one. She had on a beige skirt that was a few inches above her knees and she wore black leather boots that rose to just below her knee. Most of her legs were hidden. She had on a light beige colored sweater that fit her very snug. The side view of her chest was impressive. Although not large, it was defiantly buoyant.

She sat down and didn't say a word to us. She acted aloof and as if she were the only one in class, modeling for us, for everyone, on her own personal runway. I was instantly hard, she didn't have to, although it was appreciated, cross her legs and uncross them over a dozen times, seemingly for our benefit. I never looked back to see what Mike was doing. Ideally, I wanted to part with our mutual interest in her and just take up the cause myself.

I never heard the sound of the bell. I had been dreaming up scenarios that I thought were possible. All of a sudden people were getting up and leaving the room. Marta appeared in front of me and I had to wake myself.

"Are you afraid to get up?" Marta said.

"Yes." I said.

I was still hard.

Mike got up from his desk. His bulge was clearly visible.

"I'm not." He said.

Mike walked out of the room by himself, leaving us behind.

"I'm sorry it isn't... the skirt... as short as you had asked for. The only other short skirt I have would have gotten me sent home." Marta said.

"This is... was fine." I said.

"Glad to hear it. Now let me see it." She said.

"See what?"

"Don't be silly. Let me see it."

I was shocked at her candor. I was embarrassed but got up anyway. She looked at my package and smiled.

"That is very good." She said.

Marta slowly turned and walked away. Her heels were clicking in satisfaction.

Mike and I decided to act quickly at her display of interest in our arousal. It was a half a day and we asked her to go with us to lunch at a burger place near the school.

"We're seniors now. That's the hangout for the underclassmen." She said.

"It's close by." I said.

"That's right, for kids who have to walk. Do you guys drive?" She asked.

"Yes, but we don't have cars." Mike said.

"That's all right. I will drive." She said.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"We're going to the food court at the mall." Marta said.

She had a sporty car and looked sexy ensconced in the leather bucket seats. I sat in the back. Mike was too big to sit comfortable anywhere but the front. I sat and watched as her legs deftly moved around the pedals. Mike sat almost dumbfounded. We could have been driving to another state and his face would have had the same countenance. I was starting to not like having him around. I wanted Marta all for myself.

We walked into the mall and were at her sides, almost as bodyguards instead of fellow students. She walked calmly and confidently. We looked like average teenagers doing what kids our age did: hanging out. We sat down in the center of the food court without having gotten anything to eat. There were a few college students around and mothers with young children. It did not feel crowded.

"You guys think you are really funny, huh. I have a boyfriend. He finds out and he's going to come looking for you." She said.

"Uh, I'm on the football team." Mike said.

"I'm not, but you agreed to this anyway." I said.

"I'm teasing. You two still think you're funny. I'm going to have the last laugh though." She said.

"How will you have the last laugh?" I said.

"I'm going to give you two what you want, but it won't be without... someone will feel like they lost."

"What do we want?" Mike asked.

"Me." She said.

"Mike, don't say another word. Yes. We want you." I said. 

"I'll be quiet." Mike said.

"Explain how someone will lose?" I said.

"Simple. You two strip for me and I measure your fully erect penises. That won't be a problem, getting hard, I assume. The bigger one of you two get's my pussy. Smaller one gets my lips, which really isn't all that bad."

I was floored. I had never heard something so wonderful, but I also knew that Mike was bigger than me. Unless his penis failed to get erect, he was going to win her private treasure.

We agreed to her offer. I just wanted to be with her. Mike looked confident.

"It's settled then. Which of you two can host this soiree?"

"I can. My parents are both at work." Mike said.

We walked out of the mall. I felt dizzy as I followed her. She looked like a prize more than a crush. Were we really that close? I thought to myself. One of us was.

She had the music up all the way. No one spoke on the ride to Mike's house. She parked in the driveway as if it were her home. I was full of nervousness as Mike opened the front door for us. Marta acted the same as she had all day. 

We ended up in Mike's bedroom. He had a full sized bed and not much else in the room. The walls were full of posters of sports stars, and there were a couple of piles of clothes that he moved into the closet. He did not seem embarrassed by the messiness.

Marta made him go to look for a measuring tape.

We looked at each other in silence, as close as we had been at the basketball game.

"I hope you come out ahead." She said.

I wanted to tell her that she was probably going to be fucking Mike, but decided not to say anything. Mike quickly came back with a rolled up measuring tape.

"This is from my mother's stuff." He said.

"That's great. Be sure to tell her all about this." Marta said.

"What. It's all I could find." Mike said.

"Well then, let's get... to what we came here for." She said.

She was in total control of us.

Mike started to undress. I felt defeated before it even started. I was just hoping that Mike might suffer from performance anxiety and would not reach his full size. I started to unbuckle my pants and was suddenly afraid about reaching my maximum size. Was there any chance that maybe she had meant girth? I thought.

"Why don't you undress too?" Mike said.

"Yeah, that would be nice." I said, laughing.

"You'll see me naked soon enough. One of you will. Loser doesn't see me naked. Although getting a blow-job from me doesn't really qualify as a loss does it?"

"Depends if you know what you are doing." Mike said.

"Just strip for me big boy. Or did I call you big too soon?" She said.

Marta had the now unrolled measuring tape in her hand that she was sliding on the floor.

Mike took off his shirt first and then started to take off the rest of his clothes. He was completely naked. I was shirtless and was just starting to take off my pants. He was almost fully erect. I was not sure if I was going to come out of my shorts ready to do battle

Marta looked at his penis, and then glanced over to me, waiting for me to show mine. When I was finally out of my briefs, I saw a worrisome look on her face. I was disappointing her.

"Make them nice and hard guys. Tell me when you are all the way there." She said.

"I am there now." Mike said.

He was stroking himself as though he was proud of his accomplishment: an erection.

Marta walked over and stroked him a few times, probably to confirm he was hard. She took the measuring tape and measured from the base of his penis over the top of it.

"We have a measurement of just over 6 inches. I'll call it 6 inches for now. If the competition gets close I'll be more exact" Marta said.

She walked over to me. Now that I was barefoot, and she still in her heeled boots, we were the same height. She grabbed my manhood as if she was the lifelong owner of it. I looked into her eyes as she lengthened me out. Was she trying to extract more from it?

"I hope you win." She whispered

"I don't know, Marta." I said. 

I sounded apologetic.

She measured me the same way.

"Just a little over 5.5." She said.

Mike let out a loud yell. Marta looked more than a little downcast.

"I am sorry, baby." I said.

"You can't call me baby yet." She said.

"Sorry." I said.

"I'm teasing." She said.

I gathered my clothes and held them in front of me, covering my disappointment up.

"Does he stay?" Mike said.

He was actually deferring to her.

"No. He lost. He has to go." She said.

I walked to the door. Marta followed me and opened it for me.

"Don't put your clothes back on. And whatever you do, don't play with yourself. Save it for me to take care of." Marta said.

"I will." I said.

I left the room and remembered that Mike and his brother Alex had adjoining rooms. If I could just get to the mutual door they shared, I might be able to peek in to see Marta. She had said I wasn't going to see her naked. I was desperate to see her naked. I dropped my clothes on the ground and held my breath as I opened the door to Alex's room. He was away at college so there was no chance of him being home. The door opened. Now I only needed to open the door that adjoined the rooms. I was being as quiet as possible. I was practically moving in slow motion.




Average Anatomy



Alex's room was a little more cluttered with furniture than Mike's. I saw the door and my heart raced faster. I had to be very careful. I could hear the two of them talking. Marta was ordering him to do something.

I breathed in as I opened the door and cracked it a mere inch. The angle was not the best, but I could see Marta standing in the middle of the room. She was wearing white panties which she removed. I could only see her back. The ass was small but perfectly smooth. Her legs were glorious. I felt deprived at that moment. It appeared that she jiggled her tits and held her arms apart. Marta seemed to stand still in a pose before finally gliding onto the bed. I am not sure how they joined as one, but suddenly saw her ass moving up and down. She paused a moment and adjusted her position. Mike was really in her now.

This was my crush. My teenage queen was with my best friend. Her ass was bouncing up and down with the agility of a trained athlete. I hated Mike at that moment.

Since I could only see her butt, and most of her back, I did not see them as they exchanged sexuality. I could however hear the noises they made: Mike's grunts and her pleasurable moans. When he reached for and grabbed her ass, it became too real that I had missed out. I could not watch anymore. I wanted to be in his place so badly. It was at that moment that I realized our friendship was going to be altered forever. She was right. She was going to have the last laugh. I closed the door and left Alex's room. I sat on the ground next to Mike's door. I could also hear them from there. She moaned so beautifully, I imagined her every movement graceful and coordinated. I was not sure how long I waited, but when I looked up to Mike's voice, I saw his deflated penis wet with his cum, and possibly her juices. I looked up even further and saw his beaming face.

"I'm out." He said.

"What are you out of?" I said.

"I'm out of the loser club."

"Congratulations." I said.

I got up and gathered my clothes and walked into the bedroom and closed the door. She had put her sweater back on and was swearing her panties. It did not appear she was wearing a bra. Her legs were amazingly long. Here feet bare and sexy.

"How was it?" I said.

"Wish it had been you. But I'm not... you get what you get. I am sorry. We made a deal."

"That is O.K. Doing anything with you is not a loss." I said.

She pushed me up against the wall and started to kiss me. Her lips were strong and quickly dominated the kiss. Mine were unsure and hesitant.

"Do you like how they feel?" Marta said.

"Yes." I answered.

She pulled the shirt I was holding in front of my crotch and tossed it to the side. She kept on her sweater. A brave nipple was peeking out from the soft material. She pushed me back against the wall and started to kiss me again. Her hands pressed against my chest. I then felt her skin on my dick. She was sliding her leg up the length of me. 

I let out some barely audible words. 

"Just relax." She whispered.

Our levels of experience were not even close. She was a woman.

Her legs were long and she did her best to let me feel their length. Her foot finished each rhythm by landing under my dick and acting as a platform for my erection. I thought I was going to get a blow job, but this felt very pleasurable. I was pinned and felt as though I was where I needed to be.

She was nibbling at my neck. I felt her attention to me was genuine. She slid her tongue across my neck then lightly bit me. I wanted her to take all that she wanted from me.

My hate for Mike was eased a bit.

I felt her big toe poking me in the balls. The toenail was digging into my soft skin. My sac was bouncing proudly. I felt I was still a member of the teenage lust club, and was only going to gain partial entry into the more prestigious club.

Marta bit my earlobe and let a trickle of saliva flow into the ear canal. I reached for her sweater and found a tit. I searched out that dark nipple I had seen earlier. There it was, in my hand now. She did not try and stop me. I felt it in my fingers and enjoyed how engorged it had become.

In my stupor, I noticed that the door to Alex's room was slightly ajar. I didn't care. Mike could watch. I was not going to lose what I was feeling.

Her breath in my ear and her playful words had me entranced. In that moment I totally belonged to her. If I was ever going to feel surrender for another, this was it. She could have dominated me a thousand different ways. My compliance to her was real.

Marta had me close to an orgasm with just her foot when she abruptly stopped. She may have sensed my heavy breathing was signaling my release. She looked me in the eyes. Her brown eyes were mysterious and obliging. She got on her knees and held me in both her hands. Her wet mouth greeted me and her tongue welcomed me.

"Marta! Marta!" I said.

"Relax, baby." She said.

I leaned my head back against the wall and was staring up at the ceiling.

Marta's tongue was playful on me. I sensed she was impressed with the girth, even if the length had finished second.

Her lips had a hold of me. They were certainly strong and did not disappoint. Marta slid me in and out of her mouth. Each time she slid down felt comforting. I wanted to last all day, but that was not possible. I knew that I was not going to hold out much longer. I let out another gasp and felt a rush of freedom flow through me. I may have not left the virgin club yet, but this was memorable and profoundly cathartic.

My head was still looking up, when she pulled it forward. Her lips had my cum on them and she was smiling. I wiped some of the cum aside and kissed her. I tasted myself on her lips. The cum seemed to solidify us. We held the kiss for a very long moment. My right hand founds its way down to her ass. I squeezed her butt as if to tell her I was going to be in control next time.

"I am sorry you lost." She said.

"I still won... something... amazing." I said.

My gratitude had to be evident.

"You are so sweet." She said.

"You are sweet."

"Did you sign up for the spring break trip yet?" She asked.

"No." I said.

"Do it. You won't regret it."

"What about Mike?"

"I really don't... let's forget him." She said.



Average and Regular



"You marry me. I have money."

The hot tight bodied female asking for my hand in matrimony was holding out a tight roll of American currency in her hand. Now having girls giving me money and asking for marriage is not something I have happen a lot.

This brings up the big question-Why?

Was her plea for us to be wed in married bliss due to my stunning good looks? Hardly-sure I was fit and trim at a little over 5 foot 6 inches, but at best my looks could be described as "ordinary or regular". I had a most forgettable face, one of the thousands of no name, everyday common people you would never ever notice in a crowd. Mr. "Average" -in height, weight, hair color, etc. I would have made a great spy-able to get in and slip away without everyone knowing I was there.

Then it must have been my fine sports car that captured her fancy. Nope- a 4 year old Volkswagen diesel Jetta is hardly a "babe magnet". Perhaps it was my living conditions, like a huge mansion on the beach with a yacht?-Guess again. I lived in the same stately old home my grandparents had brought me up in and left me after their death. The house was a nice place in a solid middle class neighborhood, but nothing to catch the eye of a lady this fine. No doubt then the draw was my jet setting life style combined with massive wealth-that must be it? Wrong-As a 27 year old organizer for a charity group I made about the same salary as a McDonalds manager. As the low man of seniority on the totem pole I did not do the glittery galas, but the 3K fun runs and cold call drives.

She must have been overcome with my smooth gift of gab? The talk that made girls panties fall off like snowflakes, a "Real player"? Yea I wish! A virgin until 18, it took a lot of booze and begging to get the school slut who was coyote ugly to give it up my first time.

For those of you with the mind in the gutter-I am not hung like John Holmes. Pretty average in that department also -not that this woman pleading ever saw my "gear".

Normally ladies of this caliber would never even notice me. They might speak to me to ask directions, or if they needed someone to carry their bags on a good day. So what could I have that would attract this Maxim quality poster babe?

Well I was in an organization that was exclusive to a few million people. My pertinent ancestors managed not to get squashed, devoured, drowned , starved, stranded, stuck fast, untimely wounded and were able to deliver a tiny charge of genetic material to the right partner at the right moment in the time and in the right place. I was a charter member of the lucky sperm club. 

Yes I was a passport holding-true blue-born in the USA-American citizen. The big bonus was I was also a single straight unmarried male. Now I am not bragging –as I had nothing to do with this (except for the straight unmarried part). In most places of the globe American citizenship means nothing-like having brown hair. In other parts of the world being an American is a bad thing. But right now in this place, to some people, especially this female in front of me-being a single American male was currency and barter for trade. 

The female in question was named Pia. She was an Asian beauty of the classic kind. A little over 5 foot 4 inches, Pia had the long straight hair, high cheekbones, with facial features that accompanied by a dazzling smile lit up a room. Combine that and a body to die for, Pia was slim, sexy and managed to be make coveralls look good. I was in lust every time I saw her.

"Ron you listen to me." Pia's voice floated through my thoughts as she held out the money.

"Pia."I tried not to laugh. "I can't marry you. We hardly know each other."

"You know me long time Ron." Pia said stubbornly. "You want more money? I get more. I ask Mr. Wilson's grown children more severance-go away money."

Pia had been a caretaker for Mr. Wilson my next door neighbor for the past few years until his death last month. Pia had been a home health worker/nurse/cook/maid/helper/companion. Mr. Wilson had been my CYO football coach when I was a kid. I knew Pia fairly well, she called on me whenever she had a chore or home repair she was unable to do. Your basic good neighbor deed. However marriage was a bit outside of being "neighborly".

"Pia" I shook my head at her "You are a treasure, I am truly flattered. What possible reason could you have for wanting to marry me."

"American INS."Pia than spat out something in her native tongue-I do not think it was a compliment to that government agency. "INS give me 90 days to go home. Say my visa no good no more. Mr. Wilsons children they no help, want to sell house. Mr. Wilson children give me money, I give you, you marry me Ron ."

"Pia, It is not about money. You can't marry someone you do not love. Believe me there is someone out that that will love you. With your looks you can get any guy."

Pia waved her hand. "Ron I have no time for love. I need good man, you good man."

'Pia you want to spend the rest of your life with someone you do not love?" I asked.

Pia looked at me strangely. "Ron-Why you say rest of life married? I see lawyer about Immigration. He saw we only need marry two years. I go away then to marry better man then you waiting for me at home."

Now I had to laugh. "Pia you are one smooth talker. How can I turn down a proposal that lets me know I am not only in 2nd place, but a loser to some guy I never met. Why not just go home now to Mr. Wonderful and live happily ever after."

Pia stamped her foot. "Ron why you be so stubborn! I need to stay in America, make money for Mother and sister. I send all money home pay for sisters school, Mother need medicine, she now live. You want more money? I try to get more. Mother die I no send money home. Sister out on street. "

"Great." I thought, now I am going to kill her mother and make her family homeless."

"Pia." I tried to bargain with her. "I told you it is not about the money. I marry you like you want it is called "fraud" we both go to jail. How will you do your Mom and sister any good if you are in an American prison then deported."

She was not to be deterred. "Ron if the INS send me home I no good to Mother and sister anyway. Who care we marry? It all OK. I see your house -you need good woman. I good women, I cook good, take care of you, you no be sorry."

"Pia." I started. "You are crazy." She was looking desperate, and in truth I wouldn't mind eating something besides microwaved meals, plus Pia was easy on the eyes. I tried to let her down easy, besides this conversation was going nowhere. "Let me think about it. We will talk about it later." I figured Pia would forget about this dumb idea, or I would just avoid her.

Pia surprised me by slapping the roll of bills in my hand. "Ron you need think fast, Mr. Wilson children want me out by weekend. "

I shoved the roll of bills back at Pia. "Look Pia I am not taking your money." I turned and walked up to my home.

I did not need Pia's money. Not many people knew it-but I was a trust fund baby. No, not the multi-millionaire type trust fund. My grandfather had developed the key ingredient in a well-known regional soft drink years ago. The trust got a small percentage of sales via some complicated formula each year. Each March I got a check. Not enough to allow me to trot the globe and gamble in Monte Carlo, but more than enough to allow me to supplement the income of any job I wanted. The trust money gave me time, -time to do what I wanted. I had learned to fly, studied several martial arts, learned to paint, repair homes, first aid and tried my hand at music. I regularly donated to several charities and civic activities -all anonymous.

At age 17 my grandfather had taught me a valuable lesson. I had just gotten my first trust check. Naturally it was down payment on an expensive new car, party time with babes and booze. The third month into my drunken sailor spending spree, Grandfather froze my bank account and had my car repo'd. It was sobering experience to see my "friends" disappear like snowflakes on a warm sidewalk. I never again told anyone about my trust and lived well within my means. I was amazed at the human nature of the people-especially females. Girls would swoon over some guy who had a flashy (behind payment) car, and maxed out credit cards, yet I could not get service from a cute bank teller until she found my account held in excess of high 6 figures. I had yet to meet a young lady who did not value form over function.

I had more than a few girlfriends dump me because of my lifestyle. It was not uncommon to be told after a few dates "Ron you are a nice guy-but you have such a mundane loser job. You are not going anywhere, I deserve better."

I did ok with sex-never had to pay for it (yet), but while I was looking for Ms. Right-they were all looking for Mr. Right Now or a guy -who could as a popular movie once said "Show Me The Money!". One night stands are fun-but getting old. It seemed impossible to find any member of the opposite sex not superficial.

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The next morning Pia was on my doorstep with several suitcases and boxes. 

I looked on astonished as Pia piled her things into my living room.

"Ron" Pia said in-between trips from the porch to the living room. "I stay here while you think. You see life much good with me as wife."

"Damnit Pia" I started, I looked at my watch-I was late for a big meeting. "You can't stay here. Don't do squat until I get back tonight."

"Yes Ron Yes Yes."Pia replied ignoring me "You go to job, we talk you come back. Go, Go now." she pushed me out the door.

I come home that night with a planned out speech. I would be firm but gentle. Pia could stay a few days but no marriage. I would ask the lawyers that managed my trust fund if they could look into helping out on Pia's visa issue, but that would be it!

As I walked in the door something was different. It took me several seconds but I caught on. The house was immaculate. I mean I am not a slob-but this was the cleanest this house had ever been since my grandmother died. Also something smelled wonderful coming out of the kitchen. Magically Pia appeared with a wooden spoon in her hand.

"Ron Good you home" Pia came over giving my stunned face a kiss." I no find rice cooker in kitchen. I take Mr. Wilson rice cooker. He dead, no need rice cooker. Where your rice cooker?" Pia waved a spoon at me.

I managed to make my lips more. "Pia I don't have a rice cooker, There should be some Uncle Bens instant rice in the cupboard. Boil water then drop in a rice packet for two minutes. Bingo-you got rice."

Pia looked aghast. "Ron that no rice! You need rice cooker!" Pia pointed with the spoon. "You go clean up. Food be on table. You hurry food get cold."

Well it did smell good. No reason my speech could not wait until after dinner. In the bedroom I had another surprise. I opened my dresser drawer, the socks were neatly folded even lined up. But something was off -I picked up a pair of socks and underwear. Damn Pia had ironed my socks and underwear!

Dinner was great, some type of fish on a bed of cooked rice with a salad. The dessert was superb, a fruit cocktail I had never seen before. Pia kept asking me about my day, I found myself enjoying talking with her. Pia seemed to have an insight into people I worked with and offered suggestions I had never thought of on clients and problems I described. Pia even gave out a few funny stories of her own that set a good mood around the table. 

Well now is a good a time as any. I might as get it over with and started my speech, but Pia cut me off.

"Ron plenty of time talk later, you go walk now outside. No get fat, good for health."

"True enough Pia." I said. "Let's go enjoy this marvelous evening."

"Ron you go." Pia countered. "I clean up kitchen first."

I enjoyed my stroll around the block. Pia joined me, we had a nice time chatting and walking, It was a pleasing feeling. I did not want to spoil the mood. I would set Pia straight in the morning I decided as we headed back toward my house.

Later that evening I crawled into bed, Pia was in the hall bath shower singing, she had a musical voice with almost perfect pitch. I figured Pia would sleep in one of the three spare bedrooms. I had slept in the nude for years and reminded myself to get wear a bathrobe when I was leaving the bedroom for the any reason. I was almost asleep when I felt a warm body lift the covers then creep into bed with me. Pia molded her small frame to my body.

Now I am a guy, you can guess my first reaction to having a tight female form wriggle onto my fast awaking nether regions.

"Uh..Pia." I started trying to turn away hiding my rock like erection. "There are three other bedrooms. I can move if you want to sleep here."

"Silly Ron." Pia said licking my ear. "No other bed have what in this bed.' With that Pia dove under the covers fulfilling a fantasy I had had since the day I first saw her. 

Only Pia in real life was far better than any fantasy I had. This was no quick thanks-for-dinner-date-blow job I was used to from previous ladies. Pia teased me with her lips, tongue and small hands. She kept taking me back and forth from the edge. Pia made love to my groin, my gonads, base, shaft, tip, -if they gave out medals Pia had the gold and silver locked. I came so hard I saw stars, Pia managed to get me off three times that night. She never let me give her any pleasure, but I feel soundly asleep with the biggest smile on my face.

The next morning I was able to cross an item off my bucket list. The line item was waking up with a blow job. There is nothing like the feeling on a cool morning to have a pair of warm female lips wrapped around your manhood. The morning kept getting better, no cold corn flakes for me. Pia had peeled fresh fruit while baking some type of pastry. I never did get a chance to give my speech to Pia-I was barely able to make it into work on time.

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I held out for four days before Pia and I were married in a civil ceremony at the courthouse. Was it my little head telling my big head what to do?-Hell NO-it was my little head, my stomach and every other part of my body that had clean clothes with great food telling my head what to do. Now before you think I let all my blood run out of my brain-I did have the law firm recommended by the trust draw up a pre-nup agreement. The thing was over 100 pages and laid out in great detail who got what were when and with what in the event of any separation (we did not talk about the two year "agreement"). I had to force an attorney on Pia to look over the document for her.

"Ron, why we waste money on lawyer."Pia had questioned. "You good man, you no cheat me." 

Besides I really enjoyed being with Pia. I found she had grown up in a fishing port on the outskirts of the city. Her father had disappeared at sea one day, leaving the Mother, Pia and her infant sister. Mom was determined to have her daughters succeed. School and grades were a religion. At age 11 Pia was taken by her mother to a moneylender. The moneylender agreed to an advance fund for school -at rates that would make a mafia loan shark blush. Pia was to pay off the loan after she finished school and started work. If Pia grades failed she would pay back the money working in a brothel-also owned by the moneylender. If Pia skipped out on payment, Pia's younger sister would be taken into the whorehouse as payment. Pia had earned a nursing degree in her country and made her way to America. Unfortunately Pia had been unable to qualify for the RN nursing board. The certification of an RN from another country and approval process was expensive -Pia was sending every dime back home to pay off her loan, send her sister thru school and pay for medicine her Mother needed for an illness.

Her boyfriend "Mr. Wonderful" was a young man she had known from childhood. Pia's eyes lit up every time she spoke of "Mr. Wonderful".

"He work on fishing boat."Pia bragged on the time I stupidly asked about him. "He going to own his own fishing boat, then many boats. We are going to have many children with lots of boys and big house near market."

"Sounds like a real gem." I said with sarcasm. I wondered how I could be jealous of a guy I never met.

"Oh he best man." Pia continued without missing a beat. "We wait for each other. Make promise to keep for each other."

That promise was about the only thing that I could really complain about. Pia had the most talented mouth, she never tired of going down on me. I rarely had to ask, it was as if Pia could read my mind and moods. We would make out like teenagers, Pia seemed to enjoy when I caressed and sucked her small but compact hard breasts. But like a boxer-there was no going below the belt on Pia. My countless attempts were rebuffed by Pia. She was never mean or angry about it -but very firm on that point.

"Ron my flower no belong to you." Pia would say after my attempts to get to her trimmed pubic region. "I make you happy other ways."

That was true, in all other respects I was living a beer commercial, and Pia was the dream wife-if only for a little while. But it is human nature to covet what we see but cannot have.

Pia was also a hard worker outside the house. No grass grew under her feet. When she was not acting as a fill in home health aide, Pia was doing something-anything to drum up currency, Pseudo Mary Kay cosmetics, Tupperware parties, jewelry, and swap meet sales. If you could make a profit off it -Pia did it. Pia also bargained better than any Turkish horse trader. The only money that Pia would take from me is the funds I gave her for food . Pia would drive her little car to the farmers or fish market (No high price grocery stores and day's old stuff for us!). Pia car would be packed with fresh foodstuffs on her return. Pia always brought back change from the food trips. I do not think that women slept more than four hours a night. I never saw her ever buy anything new for herself, but Pia prowled the bargain bins and consignment shops coming up with outfits that made her look even more beautiful (If that was possible). We had a running joke as I never saw Pia looking bad or not made up. Pia was always up every morning before me-makeup and hair done. A few times I even set my alarm at ungodly hours trying to catch Pia with "Bed Hair" or bleary eyed. Never did happen.

Still Pia was full of surprises. One time after another of her award winning blow jobs, and another failed attempt by me to return the oral pleasure –I just had to ask. 

"Pia" I started laying back in bed with a big smile on my face. "How did you come to be so good at this." I put my finger on her lips. "You and ..a..Mr Wonderful back home, or American boyfriends?"

Pia snuggled up next to me. "Ron, no never." Pia answered. "I good girl. I never kissed man until I come to America, or do this." Pia stroked my groin. "I not have boyfriends. Mr. Wilson show me how."

I sat upright in bed! "Mr. Wilson!" I stammered. "Our dead neighbor? Damn -You wait on that old prick hand and foot in his dying days and this is how he repays you!" I was pissed! How could my old CYO football coach take advantage of a young venerable girl like that? What an ass! Good thing he was dead or I would have killed him! "Pia that old bastard forced you to suck his cock!"

Pia looked at me confused. "Ron why you mad?" Pia stroked my belly. "Mr. Wilson not force me to do anything. I have pleasure giving him pleasure. I do it to save Mr. Wilson beatings."

"Pia what the hell are you talking about?" Now I was confused.

"Ron you listen." Pia continued to rub me. "Mr. Wilson ill sometimes, but he still a man. He lonely and have need after wife die. Mr. Wilson used to go out and find bad ladies on street and from paper. Not much but sometimes. Then two times Mr. Wilson get beat up by different bad lady's man and lose all money in wallet." Pia moved the covers around on the bed. "I no want Mr. Wilson to get hurt, but know Mr. Wilson still a man. I rent videos, I see how give pleasure. Mr. Wilson fight me first time -make me stop. Throw me out of room, say he fire me I ever try do that again. I know not true. I catch Mr. Wilson when he in bed asleep, he happy, I finish before he wake up. Mr. Wilson still mad, scold me but not fight me no more. I ask what he want and we argue much, he say no more. But in end Mr. Wilson still man and I get to pleasure him and keep him safe from all bad lady's and beatings."




Average and Regular



"Jesus H Christ Pia." I said rubbing my chin. "I hope that was not in your original job description." Then a thought came to me. "Pia you are not..a ..keeping other men safe on these Home Health aide tasks or other jobs are you?"

Pia wrinkled her brow in surprise. "Ron I am no prostitute. I am wife, I only pleasure you as long as I am wife. I do nothing for no man but my husband."

Pia was concentrating so hard her face looked just lovely, and I started to laugh in spite of myself. Maybe Wilson was a horny old goat. But I knew I had not been able to hold out very long against the determined Pia either.

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It may have been a sham marriage, but I tried to keep up appearance for Pia's sake. Pia was well plugged into the various Asian communities. Every weekend it was a wedding, baptism, anniversary, birthday or other party of some sort. Pia had taken "networking" to a high art form, she seemed to know everyone and everything going on. But it was something else about these gatherings I enjoyed, it was the people and their attitudes. They did not live to work-they worked to live. 

I mean they did work hard -no doubt, most all had more than one job. However family and friends came first, not the career climb or corporate rat race. I had more fun with Pia at a backyard cook out then any high end gala bash. No one cared about your jewelry or the car you arrived in, they were just glad you came. I was going to miss this when Pia and I went our separate ways.

Our two year agreement was coming close to its end. We were less than 2 months away, I had quietly asked my attorneys to prepare the divorce papers. Even though the pre-nup gave Pia nothing, I had included a nice chunk of change for her. She would not know about it until after we split. Pia was a proud lady footing half the household expenses. Pia would not allow me to return the money to her. At first I tried sneaking the cash back into Pia's purse. However Pia knew at all times to the dime how much money she had –so that did not work. I resorted to "fibbing" how little the house costs were, but Pia found the utility bills and insisted on paying her fair share. In the end I took the money Pia gave me and placed it in an account to be returned to her after our divorce. I also did things like filling up her car from a 5 gallon gas tank I kept in the garage. Pia never noticed her car got better mileage then an all electric hybrid. I was also able to convince Pia I had a friend who owed me a favor, thus I was able to put new tires on her car and basicly had Pia's rattrap car rebuilt from the gas tank to transmission without objection. The only thing Pia would except was every couple of weeks I would come home with Gift cards that "happened" to be left over from a charity event. Yes it was a little white lie but I really was growing fond of Pia, and would do anything to see that smile of hers.

Pia had a temporary "green" card that gave her resident alien status. Then suddenly Pia was nervous and acting out of sorts, I attributed this to our upcoming separation. For the past few days Pia had been dressing better than usual, serving my favorite meals, even stepping up the frequency of our bedroom activities.

"Ron." Pia began across the table at dinner from me. "I need more favor from you."

"Well Pia." I responded. "Tell me what you need."

"I need to bring Mother and sister to America." Pia said in a rush. "Attorney tell me my money not enough to ..how you say sponsor Mother and sister." 

We had been submitting income tax as married filing separately. Most of Pia jobs and income was cash. Pia would give any friend dollars in a heartbeat for a daughter's church dress or wedding shower, or any other request, but Pia hated giving money up to some government machine she did not know or trust.

"Pia." I laughed at her. "I told you unreported income would come back to bit you in your cute butt someday. What do you want me to do about it?"

"Ron why I should give money to thieving politicians." Pia held the opinion of government officials all people around the world did. "They say I need your job money to co-sponsor Mother and sister."

"Pia we are not going to be married in a few weeks, my reported job income will not do you any good then."

"Ron." Pia was looking down nervously picking at her food. "We need stay married until Mother and sister come to America."

"This is a turn of events Pia." I was a little taken back. "How long a time are we talking about?"

"Not long Ron." Pia brighten up seeing I had not dismissed her out of hand. "Lawyer say maybe one and half year, two years most." She smiled hopefully at me.

I pretended to mull over her request. "Pia this is a lot to think about. What did Mr. Wonderful the fisherman back home think of this delay?"

Pia waved her hand dismissively. "This is family, family come first. He understand, he wait for me."

On my part it was not much of a choice-Back to microwave dinners and doing my own laundry while chasing down indifferent ladies on one hand –Or my current fantasy life with Pia a little longer on the other hand.

I sighed dramatically. "OK Pia, I guess we can put up with each other a while longer."

Pia's face broke into her classic room lighting smile and she went back to eating her food. Barely under her breath I hear Pia say. "Thank you Ron."

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It was about 6 months after that conversation that our relationship hit a major bump. I was at a local sports bar hosting a fund raiser. My old college team was playing and actually had a winning season. In the past my former school was not known for its sports program. It had been a rebuilding decade. The Sports bar manager and assistant manager were ladies who had gone to school for the opposing team. A drinking bet was raised in the bar with patrons taking sides. Drinks and money were wagered on every aspect of the contest to be donated to the charity. I am not a big drinker, a beer or glass of wine for dinner was my limit. After a few drinks I remember being in a lip lock with one of the girls after an exciting play on the TV in the bar-but that was about it -until I woke up in my bed with a major league hangover.

"Ron you wake up." Pia was shaking me. Her words seemed to ring off the inside of my head like small hammers.

"Damn it Pia." I tried to put the pillow over my head. "I am a walking dead man, can't you leave me be."

"We go now Ron. Get your car. I have much to do today." Pia pulled the pillow off my head. She held out a glass of water and some aspirin to me. Pia did not look happy.

After I had stumbled out of the shower, Pia pulled me into her car for the drive to retrieve my car at the Sports bar. Pia was unusually tight lipped. Finally about halfway to our destination Pia unloaded.

"Ron why you be bad with nasty girls!" Pia started. "I lose much face. I come get you, find you drunk with bad ladies tied up like two snakes during mating season!"

I was really in no mood for conversation. "Pia let it go, it's part of my job to be at these things. You know that."

"Ron it no part of job to make wife look bad -lose face!" Pia spat out. 

"Pia you talk about losing face" I countered. "How about how you lighting up and then running around for days on air after you get a letter from Mr. Wonderful the fisherman. How do you think that makes me feel. I know you keep all his letters in the drawer and re-read them. Is that how a wife acts?"

"Ron that different" Pia answered but she lost some of her steam. "I make sure you never around when I read letter. I never let you lose face. I am your wife. What you did not same. I not happy!"

"Pia if you are not happy you may want to consider another job. Try selling oranges at the off ramp." My head still hurt. "Besides you are my wife in name only. The rest of you belongs to Mr. Wonderful the fisherman back home."

Pia stared straight ahead while driving. "Ron you say I no make you happy? You always seem happy with what we do."

We were at the sports bar, I fished in my pocket for the car keys. I was not in the best of moods. "Look Pia, you do make me happy that way most times, but this two years drought is the longest I have ever gone without real sex-and by real sex I mean intercourse not a bunch of BJ's-since I was 18 years old."

Pia did not answer me as I slid out of her car and slammed the door.

The next day a power outage shut down our office. We were all dismissed early and sent home. As I pulled into the driveway of the house I was surprised to see Pia's car. I thought she had a home health care gig today. Walking up the stairs to the bedroom I heard sounds that made my heart drop.

It was muffled, but it was the unmistakable sounds of sex. The female sounds were nothing Pia had ever made for me. The slapping of flesh on flesh made it clear this was not a little oral play. A deep male voice was urging her on to take it deeper and deeper. Well so much for saving her "flower" for Mr. Wonderful the fisherman or anyone else. "Well I guess both of us got screwed while neither one got to screw." I thought to myself.

Pia even had music playing, I felt sick to my stomach. I paused at the bedroom door. Did I want to go in? We were married in name only. I do not know if I was more pissed that Pia had been teasing me for the past two years, or the high and mighty speech she gave me in the car yesterday about losing face and saving herself. What a crock of bullshit! Fine -tonight I'll be hiring a hooker to screw on the dining room table in front of Pia!

I decided against barging in and confronting Pia. I went and got my camera, checked I had film and a flash ready, than cracked open the bedroom door. I would send a nice portrait picture of Pia getting reamed to her Mr. Wonderful the fisherman.

I was prepared to see Pia in bed getting pounded by some big stud while in the throes of passion. What I saw was even more stunning. Pia was sitting on the bed fully clothed with a notepad in her lap and a pen in her hand. The TV was playing a porno tape with a large busted blond getting ass fucked by a long dicked actor. Pia had the VHS remote control by her side. Every so often Pia would pause the tape to write something down, even rewinding the tape to different points. A pile of VHS tapes were piled on the bed by her side.

Pia back was toward the door so she did not see me. After a moment or so I quietly closed the door. Now I was really confused. "What the hell is Pia up to now?" I thought. Well whatever it was I best wait to find out. I retreated down the stairs and out the front door.

What Pia had in mind did not take me long to find out. When I returned later at my normal time, Pia met me at the door in a short nightie and gave me passionate kiss.

"Ron you make me so hot." Pia said batting her eyelashes. "We go now, I want you big dick now." Pia turned and wiggled her tight behind at me.

I had to choke back a laugh. This porno talk coming from Pia was more than funny.

"Pia I don't know." I played along. "I am really tired."

Pia was not to be deterred. "Oh Ron we go now. I have big itch only your huge cock can scratch." She rubbed her hands over her waist and up to her breasts. "You do my ass long time."

Now it was my turn to be surprised. Pia wanted me to butt fuck her? I became instantly so hard I had to sit down.

"Pia you sure about this?" I questioned her.

Pia's eyes flashed fear for a moment, but she kept up her porno talk. "Oh Yes Ron cum up my Hershey highway, fuck me hard!" Pia rubbed her tight butt in my face.

I pulled Pia into my lap and planted a kiss on her face. "OK Pia" I said. "Butt-no pun intended, we are doing it my way. First-no more porno talk. I want my wife back." 

I picked Pia up-she weighed less than 100 pounds soaking wet. I carried her up the stairs, dropping her in the bedroom.

"Pia you put on a robe only-nothing else, then meet me in the hall bathroom." Pia started to speak, but I cut her off. "No questions Pia-just do it."

When Pia came into the bathroom I had a warm bath drawn complete with scented beads. 

"Ohhh Ron." Pia cooed as she slid into the water. "This feel nice."

"Good Pia." I said turning to leave. "You stay there and soak until I get back.

I returned 25 minutes later. Pia was so relaxed she was almost jello-like as I got her out of the tub and wrapped Pia in a big towel. I carried Pia to the bedroom and deposited her onto the bed.

Pia looked around the room, it was lit by burning candles scattered around the room. I had used a bunch of thick candles we kept for use during power outages. Soft music was playing from the stereo.

I removed my boxers crawling up on the bed to kiss Pia mouth while rubbing her breasts. I moved down her body kissing every inch with my mouth. Pia was making tranquil sounds, but when I moved below her breasts to her groin -Pia opened her eyes.

"Ron no not there." Pia put her hands in my hair.

"Shh Pia." I assured her. "Don't worry I will leave your flower alone. Trust me."

Pias body stiffened for a moment then relaxed. She nodded her head then laid back.

I started to gently move my tongue around her pussy. I massaged the outside of her thighs as my tongue searched for her clit. Pia's moans were getting louder. I nibbled on her clit and Pia began moving, tightening her legs around my head. After a time I felt her start to go over the edge. Pia grabbed my head with her hands and pushed my head into her. I took the opportunity to scoop some of the hand moisturizer I had placed on the nightstand onto my finger -gently inserted it into Pia's anus. Even though I had heated the moisturizer in the microwave and it was still warm-Pia's body froze up at the invader. I did not push my finger any farther, but kept up my tongue motions between her legs. 

After I felt Pia's body relax I started to rotate my finger in her ass. Pia started to respond to both my tongue and finger. After ten minutes of this I felt Pia had relaxed enough and added a second finger coated with warm moisturizer. It took longer this time but Pia started to loosen up and respond. 

We continued this way for another 15 minutes. I then coated my penis with the moisturizer and moved up. I spread Pia's slim legs, hooking her ankles over my shoulders. I gently pressed the head of my dick against her starfish. Pia tensed up.

"Relax Pia." I told her softly, giving her a kiss and rubbing Pia's clit with my free hand.

Inch by inch, little by little I slowly moved up her tight ass. We paused often, as I let her get used to me, only moving further when she nodded her OK. It seemed like forever but my pubic hair finally rested against her upturned buttocks. We stayed like that way for a few moments, than Pia wriggled her hips and nodded at me. I started pumping into her slowly, all the time rubbing her clit. We got into a rhythm, I was soon pulling all the way out, then all the way in to the base of my dick. It took Pia more than a few strokes, but she suddenly got into it-moaning while turning her head side to side.

I was having a real hard time trying not erupt, Pia ass was tighter than anything I had ever experienced. Pia was now pushing her hips against me, trying to get me deeper into her butt on each stroke. She also was clutching and squeezing my cock with her cheeks. Too soon I felt a churning in my groin, knowing I was passing the point of no return. I grabbed onto Pia's smooth slim legs and pulled her hips into me as I felt my penis expand and spurt into her bowels. I froze as I emptied everything I had up Pia's ass.

We stayed that way for some time until I deflated. Pia relaxed her cheeks and I reluctantly slid out of her. Pia crawled out from under me.

"Ron I must get to bathroom now."Pia disappeared into the small bedroom bath. I got up going to the hall bathroom to clean up.

When I returned Pia was lying in bed. As I slid in next to her, Pia cuddled up to me.

"Ron, that good but my bottom sore." Pia whispered. "Now my turn for you." She started to slide down my body.

I stopped her and said. "Tell you what Pia , I'll meet you halfway."

With that I turned us into a sixty-nine. I was able to get Pia off twice more before she drained me completely. 

For not the first time I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face.

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Pia would let me eat her "flower" but no other contact. Sixty-nine and anal were now a regular part of our relationship. Fucking her bottom was not as common -it took Pia's small snug butt a few days to recover, and she took a lot of time to prepare. I developed a Pavlov dog-like response to the fragrance of bath beads. While Pavlov's dog drooled at the sound of a bell in anticipation of getting food, I got an instant erection at the scent of bath beads in anticipation of getting into Pia's unbelievable tight ass.

Life was going well. Pia rushed to the mailbox each day looking for word about her Mother and sister's INS request. As far as I know Pia still wrote and got letters from Mr. Wonderful the fisherman. This did bug me, but I figured he only got Pia on paper every few weeks. While I had Pia in real life every day -for now. Overall I thought I had the much better end of the deal at this point. 

About 18 months later a letter arrived from the INS. Pia's mother and sister had been approved to come to the USA. 

"It's about time." I thought to myself. The INS required a blizzard of paperwork, even more then when Pia and I were married. There was always another form, document, or record that needed to be filed, filled in or completed, and always in triplicate of course. The treaty that ended World War II was contained on a single sheet of paper-why did the government feel the need to deforest Washington State of its trees with its mountains of paper requirements? 

After I read the INS message, for a split second I thought about destroying the letter-but just as fast dismissed the idea. Pia had always been upfront about everything and did her best to live up to her side of the agreement. Besides it would only delay the inevitable. We had had a good run, but Damn I would miss Pia! I decided I would give her the correspondence tonight. 

Unfortunately tonight I had the unpleasant task of wooing one of our contributors. This contributor was a classic "spoiled rich kid". Tossed out of several universities, he had bombed in every position of responsibilities in Daddy's companies. This man was placed in charge of overseeing his Fathers firm's charitable contributions-a position at which he could not harm the old family business's bottom line. Now our town had many world class historical attractions, fine dining establishments and other charms. Yet this spoiled brat wanted to go to strip clubs. I never really saw the attraction of strip clubs. What was the fascination of being teased by a bunch of attractive females you would never have. It was like going to a restaurant and ordering the food but not eating-What's the point?

However he was the client and I found myself sitting for the third hour in a private booth with some large busted bleach blond named Bambi or Lexus or Bunny sliding all over us. He was drinking heavily, while I stuck to ginger ale.

"What do you guys do?" Bambi/Bunny/Lexus said while flipping off her top and shaking her boobs in the rich Kids face.

"Oh baby work those Ta Tas!" He said. "We are Philanthropists." Seeing the confused look on her face, he added. "You know -helping out poor people, the less fortunate. Making the world a better place." Laughing he buried his face in her bosom.

"You mean like starving kids in Africa." Bambi/Bunny/Lexus questioned. She moved over to me rubbing her bottom while he stuffed dollars into her G- string crotch.

"Something like that." I muttered, pushing her away, I stood up.

Bambi/Bunny/Lexus was now wriggling in his lap when she answered back. "I could never understand the whole problem. If all these people are starving in Africa, why don't they just move to like France or something?"




Average and Regular



He laughed and spilled his drink on me. I excused myself to clean up. Exiting the booth I approached one of the tree trunk built bouncers.

"Hey guy." I said holding up a $50 bill. "Can you see that my companion and I are ejected from here in a hurry."

The bouncer eyed the money in my hand. "Sir I do not have sufficient reason to remove you gentlemen from the club grounds."

I added another $50 bill. "I would also expect a simple thumping of my companion for this service." I asked as the bouncer made the money disappear.

We were quickly tossed out, and found ourselves laying piled in the alley behind the club after our bum's rush out the back door. I was dirty but unhurt. My companion was laughing loudly.

"Ron God Damn!" He said getting up. "I ain't had this much fun since New Orleans! You are my kind of guy. How much money this place of yours you need buddy?"

I grinned and helped him up. "Come with me -I got some papers in the car you can sign right now." 

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Pia was waiting up for me when I walked in the door. As Pia kissed my cheek I saw her wrinkled her nose, I stunk of booze and cheap perfume.

"Ron why you smell like whorehouse?" Pia said.

"Pia I had to take a client out to some stupid strip joint. Dumb ass spilled his drink on me."

Pia eyed me warily. "Ron you no be with nasty ladies?"

"Of course not Pia." I replied starting to walk toward the steps. I could tell Pia had her doubts.

"Ron if you no be with nasty ladies then we do sex right now. You be able to let me pleasure you." Pia exclaimed pulling me onto the couch, then grabbing to undo my belt and zipper.

I pushed away her hands laughing as I did so. "Pia hold on, I got something for you." I pulled out the INS letter from my suit coat pocket.

Pia was not to be sidetracked from her efforts to remove my pants. "Ron I see you stare at ladies with big chests –like teats on cow. Come now let me see if you tell true. I be desiring you madly!"

I gave up as Pia yanked down my underwear. "OK Pia you win. I guess you can wait to see the letter about your sister and Mom from the INS later." I waved the letter in her face.

Pia froze from a second, then snatched the letter from my hand jumping up from the couch while scanning the INS letter.

"Ron this GOOD news. Mother and Sister can come to America."Pia clapped her hands. "I go call Mother now, we make preparations." A phone call to Pia's mother took hours to set up with operators, country codes, city codes, international lines and waits. It was more complex an operation then a space shuttle launch. 

I was still sitting on the couch my pants at half mast, my dick hanging out.

"Hey Pia" I called out, pointing to my exposed member "What about our pleasure? Your mad desire for me?"

Pia paid no attention and was skipping up the stairs. "Ron you big strong stud. You be able to be happy and fool me anyway. I have things to do now! We have fun later tonight."

With that Pia disappeared into our bedroom. It was good to see Pia so happy. Trying not to laugh I pulled up my pants and got off the couch.

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While Pia made the logistical arrangement and filled out the out countless forms and documents needed for the final steps to bring her Mother and sister to America, I had my attorney bring back up our divorce papers. I wondered if Pia had been checking out apartments around town to live in after our split. I did not know how long before she departed, and did not ask.

Pia was a whirlwind in the days leading up to the arrival of her Mother and sister. I do not think she slept at all. The house was scrubbed from top to bottom; it was cleaner then a surgical operating room. Pia had cooked massive amounts of their favorite food. I teased Pia if more than one of her mother or sisters were coming based on the quantity of chow that was stuffed in our refrigerator. 

The day finally arrived and we met Pia's Mother and sister at the airport. I had seen pictures of the two. But they were different in real life. 

Pia mother was an older version of Pia. "Mom" spoke passable English and was quiet but firm.

Pia's sister had an unpronounceable name and asked to be called Lucy. No doubt Pia and Lucy were related. However while Pia was beautiful, Lucy was taller, a bigger version of an Asian doll that took your breath away. Lucy had the kind of looks that caused men to stop and stare as she walked by. The biggest surprise I got was when Lucy first spoke.

"Howdy Ron, it is great to meet ya all" Lucy said with a slight west Texas accent.

Seemed Lucy and her friend had grown up watching bootlegged VHS tapes of old American TV shows. Lucy's favorite was Dallas, and Dynasty. She and had her girlfriends had spent hours in front of the mirror and each other after each episode practicing to sound like the characters on these TV shows. Lucy had every season and knew every actor. Lucy studied their talk with monk like devotion.

The sound of Dynasty's Alexis Carrington's voice coming out of Lucy mouth stunned me so much I was mute.

Lucy looked at me with a bit of panic in her eye. "Ron Honey are you all OK? Did I say something wrong?"

"No ..a Lucy.." I stammered. "You spoke just fine, It's me I am..forget it. Really glad to meet you too."

I was lucky Pia stepped in to save me. "Ron close mouth. You catch flies. Put luggage in car. We go to home now." As I packed up their belongings in the car, Pia, Lucy and her Mom chatted away in their native tongue.

Mom and Lucy settled in quickly. I then got my second welcome surprise, "Mom" took over the cooking. Mom was a specular cook. I swear that old lady could make a brick taste like a steak filet. Mom's cleaning put Pia to shame. I cannot tell you how astonished I was one day to see my old running shoes polished and looking as good as the day I bought them. I was dreading the day I had to go back to my pre-Pia life.

Two weeks later we were all eating another of Mom's outstanding meals. However the atmosphere was tense. I figured they were waiting to tell me about moving out. I decided to bring the subject out in the open so we could get it out of the way.

"Pia, Lucy, Mom." I began. "I know you have something to tell me -so just go ahead." I turned toward Pia. "Pia we both knew this day would come. I have the divorce papers at the attorneys office. You just give me a date and I will have them filed. You do not need to put your life on hold anymore. Pia you can go back home to Mr. Wonderful your fisherman as soon as you wish."

At the words Divorce and fisherman I saw Lucy and her Mom exchange glances and their mouth tightened. There was a brief flurry of conversation between the three in their native tongue before Pia finally spoke to me.

"Ron" Pia started. "I need favor again from you.."

Pia's sister Lucy interrupted. "Pia please let me. Listen Ron Honey, it's me that needs the favor, not Pia." Lucy put down her napkin. "You see Ron I need to have residency for six months at this location to sit for my board exams. You think ya all could see your way to putting up with little ole me for that long?"

This took me back. I looked at Pia. "Pia what about you? Is this what you want? You want me to hold off filing the divorce papers?"

Pia glanced at both her Mother and sister before answering. "Ron we family. Family stay together."

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A week later Lucy asked me to teach her how to drive. Let's see -trapped in a car with a breathtaking Asian babe obeying my every command?-Yea I could do that.

By day two I was looking for driving schools. You know the stereotype about Asian woman being bad drivers? Well there is a reason for that stereotype. The way Lucy drove, I figured the best drivers in the world must live back in Lucy's homeland-because all the bad drivers were dead. The only thing Lucy would slow down for was McDonalds. Unfortunately Lucy would swerve across 3 lanes of traffic to get to the McDonalds. I swear McDonald's stock went up after Lucy entered the country. 

The thrill of staring at Lucy overcame the terror of Lucy's driving. After a few weeks I was able to no longer grip the door handle white knuckled with both hands. After the second month I could even breath normally when Lucy entered the freeway. I admit the lessons lasted longer than they could have but I found Lucy had brains as well as beauty. Like Pia, Lucy was a good conservationist and could listen as well as hold up her end of a discussion.

Then one day during our talks while driving Lucy really threw me for a loop.

"Ron." Lucy said staring straight ahead. "I have to tell ya all my sister Pia is as dumb as a horses ass."

"Whoa Lucy." I joked. "That is no way to talk about my future ex-wife."

"That what I mean Ron Honey." Lucy continued. "I can't believe Pia is going to not marry you anymore for that guy back home."

"Lucy." I said with more feeling then I felt. "Your sister and Pia and I had an understanding. It was beneficial to both of us."

"Oh Cow pooie Ron." Lucy countered. "You love Pia, both Mom and I can both see it. I think Pia loves you but doesn't know it. I told my sister the day she throws you back in the pond I gonna grab you and never let go." With that Lucy took one hand off the wheel and ran her finger up my thigh to rest on my crotch.

"Both hands on the wheel Lucy!" I barked. Lucy yanked her hand off my groin and put her hands back at the two and ten o'clock position. I adjusted the seatbelt which was restraining my sudden erection.

After a few moments of silence. Lucy spoke. "Sorry Ron. I didn't mean to grab you. I've never really been with a guy, and not sure how to act. Mom kept a tight rein on me. I just want ya all to know the lay of the land."

I relaxed before saying. "No worries Lucy. No harm no foul. So tell me how did Pia take your possession statement? I wouldn't think she would care. After all she has Mr. Wonderful the fisherman at home."

Lucy looked visibly relieved. "Ron honey my sister Pia flipped out when I told her I was going for you. Pia acted like I was gonna take away her virginity. We had a big fight, Mom even got into it."

I was a bit confused, why would Pia care? "Lucy I am surprised she cares. Pia has been longing for her fisherman back home, like a man dying of hunger longs for a meal."

Lucy tightened her jaw. "Ron if I tell you something ya all gotta promise not to tell Pia."

"Can't do it Lucy. Your sister Pia is still my wife. I don't withhold anything from her."

Lucy set her jaw again. "Damn Ron I can't tell ya all then!"

We drove for a while longer not saying anything. Finally my curiosity got the better of me.

"Lucy OK. I promise not to tell Pia. Now give it up." I said.

Lucy pulled the car over to a parking lot, and did a good job of backing in as I had taught her. "Ron my sister Pia's boyfriend back home-the fisherman guy. He already has two kids by two different ladies. They do not even know about each other. The frigging sailor with a girl in every port."

I had to laugh. "Wow Lucy that is big news. But you gotta tell your sister, it's not fair to her."

Lucy turned the car off. "Ron nobody knows any of this- not even Mother. Plus honey it gets worse, the guy Pia wants to spend the rest of her life with..um he does not mind spending long night away from home on a boat full of guys. He is real popular with the other fisherman."

I slapped the dashboard with both hands. "Lucy are you saying he is gay! Plays for both teams? Oh this is too much!" I stopped and thought for a moment. "Lucy you must tell Pia, you can't keep this from her. Now is this just gossip, or you got any proof?"

Lucy paused before answering. "Ron I was interning at the hospital when he brought in a girl with a baby. The child was the spitting image of him. He had his name as the father. A month later I was at different hospital -same thing but different girl and baby. I asked around, the girls are living with their parents and he stays at one house or the other when not on the fishing boat." Lucy turned away from me. "About the guy –guy thing. He ain't gay , it just..men be men and use what can. Ain't no women around on the fishing boat. He does not seem to mind, every ship has a guy like him, common knowledge." Lucy shrugged.

"Lucy." I looked straight at her. "You must tell your sister Pia." 

"No Ron. Pia will not believe me. She is very stubborn, she still sees him as the sweetheart from schooldays. That was a long time ago." Lucy stopped. It looked like she was thinking. After a while Lucy spoke again. "Ron I changed my mind, you can tell Lucy if you want." Lucy started up the car, and began the drive home.

I was deep in thought. Should I tell Pia? Would she believe me? If she did what did it mean? A light bulb went off in my head. I finally admitted to myself I loved Pia, but I needed her to love me back. If I told Pia about Mr. Wonderful the fisherman Pia may stay with me-but only because I was a "back-up" choice. I know it sounds selfish but I needed to be number one in her mind if we were to be together. On the other hand Lucy and I had been getting quite close, and Lucy confessed to have feelings for me. Maybe I was better letting Pia go, or was it just a case of the grass is always greener on the other side?

The drive home was long and Lucy and I did not speak. I finally figured out a plan. It gave me what I thought was win-win opportunity.

I would not tell Pia about what I knew about her Mr. Wonderful the fisherman. This would give Pia more time before we split. If it was true about Pia loving me-I wanted to hear it from Pia. Thus I would know she choose me over "Mr. Wonderful". 

If Pia still wanted the divorce I would let her go and make a play for her sister Lucy. I would tell Pia what I knew about "Mr. Wonderful" after we split. Pia could make her own decision what to do then-but I would not be in the picture and she could not come back to me. 

I had a calm feeling for the first time in a long time as we pulled into the driveway.

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I do not recall the house being this happy since my grandparents passed. Lucy studied and spent a lot of time with me. Mom kept the house in a condition that would have pleased a Marine boot camp Sargent, with food that had me fighting to keep my weight down. Pia and I continued to grow closer. I caught her looking at me when she thought I was not looking, but I could not tell what she was thinking. Was she getting ready to move out? Thinking of her future life back home? Our bedroom activities were still going strong –so that gave me no clue. Dinners were a great time as I enjoyed the lively conversations with the three ladies. The weekend parties and events were twice as much fun with Pia, Lucy and their Mom.

There was not much I could do so I awaited Pia's sister Lucy to complete her test and had my attorney keep the divorce papers current. It was all depending on Pia's next move.

The day of Lucy's big test, Pia was at home. Mom was out shopping and I was working from the den. Pia was upstairs in the bedroom and I was in the study. Pia came to the study and asked me to come to the bedroom. I thought I saw tears in her eyes.

"This must be it." I thought. "The big kiss off." I figured Pia had waited until we were alone so I could save face.

When I entered the bedroom Pia was sitting on the bed. She was still beautiful but looked tired. On the bed next to her was an envelope address to Mr. Wonderful the fisherman. This was odd as Pia had always taken great pains to have me not see her read, or write any of these letters. I sometimes got the mail so these letters were no secret, I even knew the drawer Pia kept his letters in. It was an open secret. Pia would tell me what in the letter or what she wrote if I asked. Now looking back I saw that I first started to have real feeling for Pia when I stopped asking what was in the letters.

"Ron." Pia started taking a deep breath. "I have told him." Pia pointed at the letter on her bed. "I do not wish to be his wife. I wish him good luck and fortune in his future. I throw out all old letters. I your wife if you want me."

"Why Pia?" I asked. "How come now? What changed?"

"Ron, nothing changed. You change me. You make me love you!" Pia grabbed me in a embrace. "Ron I always know you good man. Mother tell me fool I let you go. Then Lucy tell me she want you. I see what everyone see now."

I pushed Pia back. "Pia staying with me because your Mom says so, or your sister wants me is not a good reason. I am not a toy you only want because your sister thinks I have some value."

Pia shook her head. "NO Ron. Lucy make me see what is in front of eyes. What you do for me -for family is what true husband do for love of wife. Actions all the time. Not.." Pia pointed at the envelope on the bed. "..pretty words and promises on paper from far away."

"Pia, gratitude is great for pets, however it does not make the basis for lasting marriage." I informed her.

"Ron it was only gratitude when you agree to help me, now it is love." Pia said.

"Sure Pia. Since when?" I was unsure if Lucy had told Pia about Mr. Wonderful back home, and I was a consolation prize.

Pia sat back on bed. "Ron I know now I start love you last year. I no care if letter come." Pia touched the envelope. "When I sometimes no write back , or even feel bad writing back, I see it is because of you. I look for our time together. Even keep thinking of reason to put off divorce. I know we do not have much money as others, but we have each other. I will do my best to make you happy."

Damn Pia seemed sincere. Decision time, I had to pick a lane.

I gave Pia a deep kiss. Pia pulled me down onto the bed. Then she started to pull at my pants.

"Now Ron I give you what you should have gotten long time ago." Pia whispered in my ear.

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Was it great mind blowing angel singing earth shattering sex? No not quite. We took our time, and I was as gentle as I could, going slow to make it a pleasurable experience for Pia. 

After we were wrapped in the after glow Pia asked me if I could get her something cold to drink. I was standing front of the fridge with the door opened trying not to let the cold air frost my gonads when I heard the outside kitchen door open. I turned with an open can of soda in each hand, naked as a jaybird to face Lucy, Mom and a gaggle of students from Lucy's study group.

Hard to cover yourself with a can of coke. I took a short swig of my soda, then asked the assembled female group. 

"How'd the test go? Can I offer any of you ladies a soda?"

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A University of Texas study once found that marriages simply based on romance are doomed to failure due to the partners having unreasonable expectations of each other and with the relationship having little room for improvement. This is what accounted for a lot of the 50% divorce rate in America. I guess as Pia and I had nowhere else to go but up we had a better chance then most.

We will be married 21 years next month. Pia did slow down due to our 4 lovely children. I think Pia now sleeps 5 hours a night. In between births Pia managed to satisfy the RN board requirements and pass it's exams. She has been the charge nurse at the local hospital for quite a few years and a terror to both young and old doctors who fall out of line. The whole family was at the ceremony downtown when Pia finally became a US citizen. Her smile still lights up a room, and I love Pia more every day

I did tell Pia about my trust fund, but it really did not change how we lived. As our family expanded Pia purchased Mr. Wilsons house next door and moved Mom into it. The kids love having Grandma next door-and so do we.

Lucy was hit on constantly when she started working, but went out little. Her frequent trips to McDonalds led her to meet, date and later marry the manager there. He was the most common regular average type of person, another faceless commonplace nice guy. When the first filed taxes after being married Lucy found he was not just the manager of the McDonalds, but the sole owner of a string of McDonalds Franchises. With three children they will be wedded 17 years this summer.




Average Ch. 02



Author's Note:

So, I'm super excited by the positive feedback from chapter 1, and I can't wait to see what you all have to say about chapter 2. It took a little longer than I expected to write, but I am very pleased with the finished product. I love hearing what you think about it, and I welcome comments and constructive criticism. Remember that I'm new to this, so please be kind to the nervous author. 

-CrystalineScar

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After leaving her apartment, Kyal took Ehlena through the frosty city streets to the nearby subway station. They took the red line all the way to its end in the north of town. Ehlena had passed the time trying to cement her life in her memory. Kyal had refused to answer any of her questions while in public, and she was burning with curiosity. Ehlena tried to focus on her curiosity as to why Aluria was invading her homeland of Sevasally. She tried to focus on remembering the little details of her life at home. The way the air smelled in all the different seasons. The way the carpet felt under her bare feet. To her dismay, she realized that her life was already fading. She had never taken the time to memorize each detail before, and now it was too late. She fought back tears as she realized that her past life, in the real world, was over and out of her reach forever. She, like the rest of her countrymen, had believed that Aluria would never invade Sevasally. They had been allies for the past two decades, and Ehlena had believed that that truce would last beyond her lifetime. Ehlena knew little about Aluria, as Alurians tended to keep to themselves and didn't share much of their culture or personalities with the outside world. But here she was, handcuffed to an Alurian soldier, being stolen away from her home to become a slave in a foreign empire.

Ehlena had been jerked from her thoughts when Kyal had tightened his grip on her hand and whispered in her ear. "It's time to get going kitten. We only have a short car ride left and we'll be done traveling for today."

With that, he stood up, pulling her with him, and made his way out of the train. Ehlena was careful to keep up. She knew that Kyal could make her abduction much worse than it already was, and she wanted to keep him happy. Ehlena knew that her comfort and safety were in Kyal's hands.

"Where are we going after this?" she asked, her curiosity finally bubbling over. He shot her an exasperated look.

"Does this look like something we can talk about in public?" Kyal's voice was much colder than it had been earlier in the day, and Ehlena's grip on his hand slackened. She didn't like harsh tones or yelling because they had always made her want to cry, and now she wanted to distance herself as much as possible from Kyal's icy tone. He looked at her with surprise and sighed.

"Look sweetheart, this is going to be hard and unpleasant for both of us. I'm going to pull some strings, and I'm not looking forward to explaining that to anyone. Just hold tight and keep quiet until I say it's okay. That'll make my job a whole lot easier." His tone softened and he squeezed her hand reassuringly. Despite the fear that had been building during the subway ride, she felt a little better.

"I can be quiet if you promise to answer all my questions later." She said, trying to hide her fear and keep it out of her voice. The corner of Kyal's mouth twitched into a half smile.

"I'll answer anything you want. Just keep your mouth shut and your head down. And for God's sake, do exactly as I say." Ehlena was startled to hear a touch of fear in his voice, and she nodded her assent to him.

One hundred yards later, they reached a black sedan that was idling in the darkest corner of the parking lot. Kyal nodded to the driver who got out and opened the door to the back seat. 

"Did everything go alright? No hitches or anything we need to report?" The driver's voice was rough and tense, devoid of the warmth Ehlena had heard when Kyal talked.

"Everything went according to plan. I even got to have a bit of fun with her." Kyal said as he groped her ass for the driver's benefit and pushed her into the truck. The driver laughed as both he and Kyal slammed their doors and they drove off.

Once they were moving, Kyal unlocked the handcuff that had been linking them together. Ehlena rubbed where a red ring now encircled her tiny wrist. Kyal gently took her hand in his and rubbed slow circles on the back of her hand with his thumb. Ehlena was grateful for the reassuring gesture as she was struggling to remain both calm and silent. She felt a little disconcerted by his kindness. He was both kidnapping her and being kind to her, and the paradox was too much to process fully at the moment. To keep her head from spinning, she leaned back against the seat and closed her eyes. In order to stay calm, Ehlena focused on her breathing. In. Out. In. Out.

"Kitten, we're here," Kyal's voice reached into her sleep and started to bring her back to reality. She had tipped over while she had been sleeping and her head rested on Kyal's thigh. He was playing with her hair. Ehlena took a deep breath and opened her eyes. There was no trace of the sun left in the sky, and a tiny sliver of a moon shone feebly, barely illuminating what looked like a warehouse. 

Ehlena almost asked where they were, but she remembered Kyal's request to be silent and obedient. Kyal climbed out of the truck and helped her down. Then, they followed the driver into the building. Ehlena hung close to Kyal's side. She was wary of the leering faces of the armed guards. Although Kyal had seen her naked, he had never looked at her with that kind of expression. 

Kyal gently grabbed her upper arm and led her through another set of doors. They walked into a bright room with a filing cabinet and a table. Kyal pointed towards a chair in the corner of the room. 

"Sit there." Kyal told her.

It was only as Ehlena sat on the chair that she realized that there were restraints on the chair. Her eyes widened and she looked at Kyal.

"I'm not sitting there." She said. 

"You have to kitten. I've got things to do, and I can't just leave you here. So sit down. I'll be back for you later." Kyal's calm tone made Ehlena relax enough to sit down in the chair. He fastened the velcro straps around her wrists, ankles, and neck. He tightened them just enough to immobilize her, but loose enough as to preserve circulation in her limbs. Ehlena managed to stay calm until Kyal started to fasten a gag over her mouth. Panic took over her self-control.

"No. Don't you dare. No. Get away from me, you creep!" Kyal fit the gag into her mouth between her frantic words. He gave her a rueful smile.

"It's just protocol sweetheart. I'll be back for you later." Ehlena could do nothing as he walked away and left through the door.

At first, she struggled against her restraints. She fought against them until her wrists and ankles were rubbed raw. She screamed until her throat burned and her voice went hoarse. She finally ran out of energy and gave up. She grew bored waiting. The room was too bright, the chair too hard, and the restraints, which had once been comfortably loose, too tight. Ehlena eventually fell asleep, plagued by nightmares of helplessness and terror. 

She woke with a start to the sound of a door slamming. Her eyes jerked open to see Kyal and another man, similar in build but with blonde hair, arguing. She was too exhausted to concentrate on what they were saying, but she noticed that they were pointing at her a lot. She closed her eyes and tried to escape by falling asleep again. 

Something hard and cold slid from her waist to her neck. Her eyes snapped open as cold air rushed to meet her stomach and chest. The man with the blonde hair was standing over her, holding a pair of scissors. She shivered and cringed as he continued cutting off her clothes. She had no energy left to even try to protest, and he ignored her whimpers with a malicious grin. Ehlena's eyes widened and she shook her head, trying to ask Kyal to make him stop, but Kyal wasn't looking at her. He was busy at the desk, writing something, his shoulders slumped.

"Now let's see what we have here." The blonde man said with a leer in his voice. "You certainly are a pretty little thing. Maybe I could keep you tonight." Ehlena's skin crawled as he ran his hands over her body. She tried to shy away from his invading hands, but he only laughed at her pitiful efforts.

"We won't be having any of that my pet. I want to see what you have to offer me." Tears leaked down Ehlena's face as his hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs playing with her nipples. All kinds of horrors flashed though Ehlena's mind, and, from the look in the stranger's eyes, she knew they were all possibilities.

"I think I'll do your physical in my own chamber tonight" he said, winking at her with a malicious grin. "What do you think brother, would that be okay with you?" He turned towards Kyal, cocking his head to the side, his chin thrust out, issuing a challenge. Kyal's voice sounded defeated when he spoke.

"I suppose so, Ahntanas. She doesn't belong to me, after all."

"And she never will, if she's as good as I think she will be." Ahntanas turned back towards Ehlena, "you'll behave now, won't you? Though it'll be more fun for me if you don't."

Ehlena trembled all over as Ahntanas unfastened the straps holding her to the chair. The remains of her clothes fell to the floor as he pulled her to her feet. Ehlena backed away from him, still unable to speak. She cowered in the corner. He reached for her, and she lashed out. Before she could make contact with him, he grabbed both her wrists in a vice like grip. He pinned her wrists to the wall above her head, and leaned on them.

"Now, what's going to happen will happen will happen no matter what you do. I will enjoy it either way, though I'd rather if you put up a fight. It'd be more fun for me if you resist, then I get an excuse to treat you how I'd like to. Lover boy over there'd throw a fit if I used 'unnecessary force,' as he puts it. Personally, I'd prefer to save that for when I've got you alone at home, but if you want to try it out here, I'd me more than happy to." He leered into Ehlena's face, and she cringed away from him.

"Please no. Just leave me alone." Ehlena managed to rasp out of her sore throat. Ahntanas smiled widely at her.

"I have no intention of leaving you alone, pet. Now, let's go play a game in my room for the night." Despite Ehlena's resistance, he flipped her around and fastened her hands behind her back with handcuffs. He then proceeded to lead her out of the room with a handful of her long blonde hair. 

Ehlena could do nothing but try to keep up with Ahntanas' long strides. She was terrified of what she knew was about to happen, and she missed the relative safety of Kyal's presence. She could manage to follow Kyal's orders because she could tell that he was, albeit in a rather twisted way, trying to protect her. Ehlena was nearly paralyzed with fear of what Ahntanas was going to do to her. Ehlena could barely keep up with the pace Ahntanas set. She was physically and emotionally exhausted, and she stumbled, nearly falling, often.

After a long corridor, they suddenly made a left turn, and Ehlenalost her footing and fell to the ground, unable to catch her fall because of her bound hands. Ahntanas angrily jerked her back to her feet by grabbing her left forearm. Ehlena screamed in pain as his jerk wrenched her arm from its socket. Ahntanas flinched slightly at the sudden noise from her, and he slapped her angrily across her face for startling him. Ehlena fell to the ground for the second time, this time harder than the first. Her head smashed against the hard floor with a crack, and everything went black for a moment. Through a heavy fog, she could hear Ahntanas yelling at her.

"If you want to make me angry, this is a good way to do it. You're a healthy human being, and you're in good physical condition. If you want to stay that way, you'd better shape up and shut up. Now get to your fucking feet and walk faster before your antics make me horny enough to take you here in this hallway"

In response, Ehlena did nothing but moan. His loud words hurt her head. Ahntanas let out a loud curse and swept her up onto his broad shoulders, jerking her aching shoulder, and he carried her like a sack of potatoes. Ehlena had to concentrate carefully to avoid being sick as his rocking stride nauseated her.

After several long corridors and a few locked doors, Ahntanas came to a sudden stop. Ehlena's shoulders sagged in relief at the cessation of movement even though she knew that reaching their destination wasn't a good thing.

"Here we are pet, home sweet home, for now at least." Ahntanas said as he opened his door. He slung her off her shoulders and onto the floor of a medium-sized room that was sparsely furnished. The most outstanding feature of the room was the bed, which had chains hanging to all four posts. That, however, wasn't the most worrying piece of furniture. After noticing the bed, Ehlena had only a moment to take in a metal rack before Ahntanas drug her by her hair towards it.

"This, my pet, is where you'll be spending the night if you don't behave." He said, untying her wrists only to begin fastening her spread eagle to the frame of the rack. Ehlena was too dizzy and her head hurt too much to even think of trying to resist him. There was no back to the contraption, leaving her accessible from all angles. The lengths of each of the four sides were adjustable which made it possible for Ahntanas to manipulate her position however he wanted, on a two-dimensional basis. Ehlena also noticed that it could rotate, which worried her because any movement made her head swim and her eyes ache. Her hand being fastened above her head made her shoulder ache even worse.

Ahntanas began circling his bulky contraption. Ehlena could feel his eyes taking in every aspect of her naked body. She watched him as best she could as he walked around her, and she pleaded with him though her gag, though not much of what she said was understandable.

"Now that just won't do. I can't have you watching me while I have my fun. Let's see what I can do about that. What kind of blindfold do you want, pet?" He started rummaging through a duffel bag, looking for a suitable blindfold. "Ahh, this'll do nicely." He walked towards her with a malicious grin and fastened the blindfold over her eyes. Ehlena felt completely helpless, though the blindfold did help with her headache and with her nausea She could hear Ahntanas circling her again, but she had no way of seeing what he was going to do to her.

She felt his fingers gently caress her chest, and she gasped with surprise. His touch became firmer as he explored more of her body. Her constant stream of pleas for him to stop grew louder as his hands migrated lower on her body. One of his hands found her clit and started flicking it while the other played with her nipple. His ministrations became rougher as Ehlena's tears soaked through her blindfold.

"Stop, just please stop." She sobbed loudly though her gag. Ahntanas pinched her nipples hard enough that she yelped.

"I'll stop when I feel like it. I'm just getting started, and things will get a lot worse for you if you don't shut up." He punctuated his last three words with savage pinches to her nipples. Ehlena's stream of begging stopped, though she continued to sob quietly.

"I'm going to have you however I want. If I want to do this-" He shoved two fingers into her vagina, "-then I will however much I want. And the more noise you make, the more pain I'll cause you." To illustrate his point, he removed his fingers from inside her and pinched her clit hard. Ehlena flinched and moaned loudly with the pain. Ahntanas' grip on her delicate nerve cluster got tighter the louder she sobbed. She tried in vain to quiet her tears, but her self-control was shot. She started to panic and hyperventilate as Ahntanas abused her body. He alternated between massaging her clit, and digging his nails into it savagely. At the same time, his tongue played with one of her nipples while the other was mauled by his fingers.

The combination of sensations running through her body, electricity where he touched her sensitive bits, pain where his hands were hurting her, nausea from her likely concussion, the throbbing pain in her head and shoulder, and the heaving motion and lack of oxygen from her hyperventilating, became too much for her to handle. Ehlena's head spun and she couldn't help herself; her stomach heaved and she threw up.

Ahntanas' reaction was immediate. His nails dug into her clit and nipple, making her half-scream in pain, and he took a large step back.

"You puked on me, bitch. You seriously just puked on me. You're going to regret this more than you can imagine." Ahntanas sounded furious, but Ehlena didn't care. She had finally gotten control of her hyperventilating and was now concentrating on keeping the world from turning black. Ahntanas, seeming to realize that his anger wasn't even registered by Ehlena, turned tail and she heard him head towards what Ehlena assumed was a bathroom.

Ehlena hung suspended from the frame for some time. Her shoulder, head, wrists, and ankles hurt bad enough that she wanted to pass out, but she fought for consciousness. She didn't trust Ahntanas to leave her alone even if she was passed out. Ehlena tried to think happy thoughts to keep herself from panicking. She forged a vision from her memories, stepped through the door, and entered the past.

Rochester was laying out a blanket for them. They had finally managed to go on a picnic, and the day was perfect. The ground was dry for the first time in a month, so the blanket wouldn't get soggy. They were picnicking on grilled cheese sandwiches because Ehlena didn't like normal sandwiches and they were out of peanut butter. She had been dating Rochester since her sophomore year in high school, and they had graduated last May. They would both be going off to college in a month's time, and Ehlena couldn't stand the thought of being away from him. 

Rochester had been her world. He wasn't perfect, but she had looked past that, just as he had done for her. Ehlena's heart ached when she thought of the end of their story. Rochester wouldn't even notice that she'd gone missing. He only just tolerated talking to her now, but her heart still broke at the sound of his name. The three years they'd spent together were the best three years of her life. And they'd fallen apart over nothing and everything.

Ehlena forced her mind back to the distant past. The day of the picnic. That was the day he had given her a promise ring. He had told her he couldn't imagine life without her. That was also the first time they made love. The word sex left a bad taste in her mouth when she thought of that day. When it was with Rochester, it had been so much more. But now she was facing rape and what would be considered a fuck. Ehlena shuddered and combed her memories for something that wouldn't eventually bring her to tears.

Try as she did, Ehlena couldn't think of a single truly happy memory or thought line. Beloved pets had all passed away, her parents had divorced and were feuding, her brother had disappeared into the military to avoid their parents, and she had no long-standing friends. The closest friend she had was Rochester, and that was a pathetic thought.

Ehlena gave up trying to hold back her despair. She was in pain all over, exhausted, and emotionally drained. Silent tears trickled down her face and she listened for Ahntanas' return. She was straining so hard for the sound of approaching footsteps that the sound of the door opening startled her. She jumped and yelped, jerking her shoulder and making her head spin.




Average Ch. 02



Suddenly, she felt her restraints being loosened. She was gently lowered to the floor and felt a warm body pressed against hers. Ehlena realized that she was shivering as gentle hands loosed her gag and took off her blindfold. She opened her bleary eyes to see Kyal's concerned face looking down at her. Despite everything else that was going on, Ehlena's first thought upon seeing him was embarrassment at her nakedness. She slowly moved her arms to cover her body. Kyal took off his shirt and offered it to her.

"Put this on, it'll help. Sweetheart, what did he do to you? He swore he wouldn't hurt you. I should've never trusted him. I should've fought harder for you, Ehlena." Ehlena blinked tiredly at him, trying to tell him how happy she was that he was here for her now. Kyal didn't seem to understand, but he did help her crawl into his shirt. Once she was moderately covered, Kyal picked her up and placed her on Ahntanas' bed.

"You wait here kitten. I'll be right back."

Ehlena's eyes closed as Kyal walked towards where she assumed Ahntanas was. She listened, interested in what was about to happen.

"What were you thinking? Did you think treating her like that was okay? Ahntanas, what is wrong with you?" Kyal raged.

"She's nothing but a fuck toy, your concern doesn't matter. By the time she's properly broken and trained, she won't even care anymore. You've always been soft, Kyal." Derision dripped form Ahntanas' voice.

"Ehlena is a human being and should be treated as such. I'm going to buy her, and you will never touch her again. Did you even check her for a concussion? Because I'd bet almost anything that she has one. You'd kill her in a week with how you treat slaves."

"Ehlena, is it? She's a slave. That makes her less than human, Kyal. And I don't give a fuck if she has a concussion, why would I. As for you buying her, she's mine now brother. I've gotten a taste of her and I'm not going to let that go. She's the perfect mix of defiance and submission. I'm not going to let that go to waste on you."

"You know what Ahntanas? I'm through with letting you get your way. You aren't going to touch her again. I'm taking her."

"You can have her when I'm done with her. She won't be worth a thing to me in a few months anyway."

Kyal didn't respond, he just walked towards Ehlena and swept her off the bed, careful to not disturb her shoulder. She wrapped her right arm around his neck and he carried her out of Ahntanas' room. Kyal's gait started to make Ehlena nauseated, so she searched for something else to concentrate on. 

Kyal was shirtless. Of all the things in the world her mind could fixate on, that's what it noticed. Ehlena let out a soft mirthless laugh and marveled at how inappropriate her thoughts were sometimes. Here she was, banged up horribly, wearing nothing but a man's t-shirt, after an attempted rape where she puked on her attacker, and her mind fixates on the shirtlessness of her rescuer. It was as good of a topic as any, and he did have a fine torso. His arms were solid beneath her and he carried her as though she weighed nothing. She felt smooth skin covering strong shoulder muscles under her right hand.

"And here we are kitten." Kyal said, carefully unlocking a door without putting her down. He swept into his room and laid her gently on the bed. His room was just as sparse as Ahntanas' had been, but there was no torture equipment, from what Ehlena could see. Comforted by this, she snuggled up to his pillow and closed her eyes. Kyal wouldn't hurt her. His concern was real, she could see that.

"Oh no you don't." Kyal said, after locking his door behind them. "You don't get to sleep just yet. Not in the condition you're in. I don't think you're supposed to sleep for a while yet, not with that concussion."

"But I'm sleepy," Ehlena said softly.

"Come on, I'm sure you want to wash him off you anyway." At that, Ehlena snapped her eyes open. She hadn't even thought about the traces Ahntanas had left on her skin. 

"Okay. I guess that's a good point." Talking hurt her throat, but not so bad as it had before. Kyal left her alone and entered his bathroom. Ehlena could hear water running, and she assumed that Kyal was drawing up a bath for her. He surprised her when he left the bathroom just after starting the water. He explained, upon seeing her curious look.

"I'm going to get some food for you. You need to eat something. I won't be gone long. Don't you dare fall asleep." He fixed her with a stern look before leaving and locking the door behind him. 

He was probably right about not sleeping, so she looked around his room. It was obviously a temporary living space, designed to be passed from one person to the next without a fuss. He had a dresser, the bed she was laying on, a small table with a chair, and a dog bed of sorts next to the bed. Ehlena noticed chains in the wall next to the bed and it dawned on her what the bed was for. It wasn't for a dog, it was for a slave. Ehlena hoped that was part of the room's furniture, and not something Kyal had added to it, like Ahntanas had obviously done with the rack.

Kyal came back with food just then.

"It's not much, but I've got a bowl of pudding, some Ritz crackers, and some hot tea. You need to stay hydrated. Now come on, your bath's probably ready by now."

He carried the tray of food into the bathroom. Then, he came back for her. He helped her walk to the bathroom and into the tub. Ehlena moaned with relief as the hot water eased her aching body and raging headache. She closed her eyes and listened as Kyal rambled.

"Back in Aluria, we'll have a bathroom much more luxurious than this one. And the bath tub will be much better suited to sharing a bath with you."

Ehlena's eyes snapped open when those words hit her. She looked at him just in time to see him dropping the last of his clothing on the floor. Ehlena's eyes swept up his body, from his callused feet, to his slightly hard manhood, and his sculpted chest. Her eyes widened as he stepped into the tub to join her.

"No, haven't I been through enough today?" She asked, worried about being naked with him. 

"Ehlena," he said softly, situating himself behind her gently. "I want you to have as long of a bath as you want. If you start to fall asleep, I want to make sure you don't drown. Plus, you probably shouldn't be falling asleep. And this is the best way to keep an eye on you."

Ehlena weakly splashed the water in frustration. Why did he have to ruin this perfect bath. She didn't want him there.

"I'm done with the bath. Now can I go to sleep?" She asked, petulantly.

Kyal let out a gently laugh and held her in the tub by her hips as she started to try to stand.

"You're not getting out that soon, Kitten. And besides, you need to eat. At least wait until you're clean and have eaten."

Ehlena saw that he had a point, but the real reason she stopped trying to get out was the warm water. It was easing her aches and helping keep her anxiety at bay. She let herself lean back into him, trying to ignore his hardening manhood pressing into her back.

"Nope, no sleep yet Kitten. C'mon. Eat this."

He held a spoonful of pudding in front of her face. Ehlena was too exhausted and hurting to complain about the indignity of being hand-fed her food. She ate everything Kyal put in front of her mouth. He praised her occasionally for taking and keeping the food down, and Ehlena knew that should bother her, but she was too tired and her head hurt too much to protest.

Finally, she had eaten all the food Kyal had brought and drunk all the tea. She closed her eyes and leaned back against his chest and closed her eyes. She was finally truly relaxed and she let out a little sigh of contentment.

"Now let's see about this shoulder of yours." He gently prodded her shoulder and she sat up straight and yelped.

"That hurts." She said with force.

"I know, sweetheart. Let me just put it back where it belongs and it'll start feeling better. Your muscles should have relaxed enough that it'll be relatively easy. Breathe, and one, two, THREE."

He popped her shoulder back into place and she screamed with pain. Tears ran down her face again, but the pain had already begun to fade. Kyal whispered soothing words to her until she started to relax again.

"Thank you, Kyal. Thank you for taking care of me." She said softly.

"I promised I'd do whatever I could to keep you safe."

"Then why'd you let him take me in the first place?" she asked, with a bitter note in her voice. Kyal sighed heavily.

"He's older than me. He realized how much I want you, so he pulled rank. He's the crown prince, so he gets pretty much whatever he wants. I just hope my father lets me have you instead of Ahntanas. He only wants you because you matter to me."

"Oh..." Ehlena thought about all that had happened. She had nearly been raped by the heir to the thrown of Aluria. And now she was in a bathtub naked with a prince. She almost giggled, except that their lofty position meant they'd have the best resources to keep her from escaping ever. She also realized that she was little more than a toy two brothers were fighting over. And that made her want to throw up again. But then, Kyal did like her. That was something. And she mattered enough to him that it irked his brother, either Ahntanas was very petty, or she might be in better with Kyal than she had thought she was. One question kept plaguing her, however.

"Why me?" She asked. "I'm nothing special. If you're the prince, you could have kidnapped anyone. Why did you take me? Surely there are plenty of options for you to have." She was curious and bitter, and it showed in her voice.

"I told you, you have courage. More than many soldiers I've seen. I can see a light inside you, and it's selfish, but I want to keep that light for myself. You look different from all the women in Aluria too. You're all curves, they're all flat planes and straight edges." To illustrate his point, Kyal ran his hands over her ample curves, her hourglass shape, the edge of her butt, and her bust. Ehlena carefully grabbed his wrists and pulled them off her chest where they had been lingering. She placed them on the edges of the tub.

"Those are mine, not yours. I won't fight you if you don't try to hurt me or rape me." She said, trying to sound firm.

One of Kyal's arms snaked around her waist and held her tight to him while the other found her left breast.

"What if I want you to play with me?" he whispered into her ear, sending tingles down her spine. Ehlena let out a cry of frustration. He held her tightly against his body, and she could feel him growing to full-hardness against her back. 

"Please don't Kyal. Please..." her words trailed off into sobs of helpless frustration. Kyal moved his hand off her chest and placed it on her upper thigh, where it stopped moving.

"I'm sorry. I got carried away." He said, his voice sincere. "But it will happen, sooner or later. I don't want to force you, like Ahntanas, and I will try to make it enjoyable for you, but I can only do that if you cooperate. And trust me, if you let me, I'll make it the most amazing thing you've ever felt." His voice took on a sultry tone and Ehlena could hear that he truly believed she would enjoy his touch on her body. She, however, doubted she would ever enjoy his wandering hands or his invasion of her privacy.

"Prove it." She mumbled under her breath, not thinking before saying one of her favorite phrases.

Kyal let out a growl deep in his throat. "With pleasure." His hands started gently caressing her body, one of them played with her chest while the other wandered down below her waist. Ehlena regretted her thoughtless phrase.

"No, no, no. I didn't mean it like that, Kyal. Please just don't. I didn't think before I said that. It's one of the things I say a lot, I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it." Ehlena babbled, nervous as she tried to fend off Kyal's attentions without getting nauseated.

Kyal's hands stilled. "You're safe for now, Kitten, but prove it I will. Now let's get you washed up and ready for bed. I think I'll let you scrub yourself, the temptation would be too great for me right now." He flexed his dick against her back, leaving her little doubt that he was ready to make good on his ascertain. 

He climbed out of the tub, dried off, and wrapped a towel around himself.

"There's shampoo and conditioner there," he pointed to a little shelf covered with hair products. "I'll be back with something for you to wear. Don't drown." He sounded like he was half-joking, but his eyes were dead serious. He strode out of the bathroom looking, for the first time, despite his toweled appearance, regal.

Ehlena indulged in the expensive hair-care products. She smelled them all and chose the yummiest of them to use. She scrubbed down her body, carefully so as not to induce intense nausea and vomiting, until she felt sparkly clean.

When she had rinsed all of the shampoo and conditioner from her hair, Ehlena climbed carefully out of the bathtub and started drying herself off. She had one towel wrapped around her head in a sort of hair turban, and was just finishing wrapping the other towel around her body when she heard a noise by the door. Forgetting that her balance was currently on vacation, she spun around to see what was going on. The sudden movement made her stumble, and Kyal caught her just as the second wave of vomiting hit her. All the food Kyal had fed her splattered onto the tile floor. Fortunately, her long hair was bundled up in the towel so she didn't get any vomit on it, and she had aimed away, so she and Kyal were safe from her stomach contents.

"If you didn't like what I got you, you could've told me Kitten" he said lightheartedly. Ehlena managed a weak smile, worn out from drying herself off and emptying her stomach. 

"You startled me." Ehlena said angrily.

"I was watching you. You're rather cute, the way you move so deliberately." Ehlena glowered at him, but she let him help her to her feet. Kyal gestured to the dress he had gotten for her.

"Let's get you dressed and into bed. I think you'll feel better then."

"Mmmkay. What about mouthwash? Can I get some mouthwash, please?" Ehlena said, trying to focus on anything besides the horrid taste in her mouth or the way Kyal's hip bones poked out from the top of his towel in a most inviting fashion. Kyal's body was not something she wanted to enjoy. Ever.

When Ehlena was dressed, she looked in the mirror. Her hair was still dripping wet, and she was very pale. The gold tracking collar around her neck accented the collarbones it sat on top of. The thin dress Kyal had given her barely hid her body. He hadn't gotten her a bra or underwear because there weren't any in the building- it was a military establishment, apparently. They could have bathtubs, dresses, and Ritz crackers, but no bras or panties. It was so typical of men, to not think things through all the way and to miss important bit of life.

Kyal appeared in the mirror behind her. He was wearing jeans that rode low on his hips, with his boxers peeking out slightly. Ehlena's eyes were drawn again to the hip bones that disappeared into his pants. She shook her head, making her dizzy again, and reached out to Kyal for support standing.

"Careful there, little one. One tumble is enough for today." His tone was so much lighter than it had been earlier. Ehlena found that she was drawn to his gentle voice. She noted it as another thing she needed to ignore, like his sculpted chest, visible abs, or those sexy hip bones.

Ehlena took a moment more to check how she looked in the mirror. She nodded her head.

"Average, as usual." She said to herself. 

Then Kyal helped her walk to his bed and he tucked her in, like her parents had so many years ago. He left to go to the bathroom, with a mop Ehlena hadn't noticed earlier.

"I'll clean this up and then I'll join you. I haven't slept in ages either." He gestured to the vomit on his bathroom floor. Ehlena found it hard to feel bad that he had to clean it up. It was his fault anyway. If he hadn't startled her, no- if he hadn't been watching her like she was his to watch. She wasn't his to do anything with. Certainly not his to share a bed with.

"You can sleep on the doggie bed," she said, pointing to the slave bed on the floor. "This is my bed now. No boys allowed." Her voice was starting to sound like it did when she was exhausted- a little crazy, rather tired, and, as Rochester had told her, fucking adorable. She decided to keep her mouth shut. She was vulnerable when she was in this mood- oddly content and tired. She didn't want to give herself away.

"We'll see about that no boys allowed. I'm pretty sure I'm allowed in my own bed. Especially with my bed warmer who just dirtied my clean bathroom floor." 

Ehlena instantly left her hazy contentment. She was not a bed warmer. And she was not his. He needed to know that.

"I'm not your bed warmer, Kyal. And I never will be." She surprised herself with the icy tone that entered her voice.

Kyal, now done cleaning the floor, looked at her with a thoughtful expression.

"How about you get Smoky, and I get you to cuddle with tonight?" he asked, his voice sounding too innocent for Ehlena's liking. But Smoky would help her sleep better. 

"Fine, but if your hands start going anywhere I don't like, I'm pushing you onto the floor." She tried to sound stubborn, but she couldn't manage it. What was wrong with her? She shouldn't be saying yes to letting a man sleep with her. Especially one who had just kidnapped her. But right now she was too tired to care. 

Kyal pulled out Smoky and handed him to her. She clutched him like her life depended on it and tried to ignore Kyal climbing into bed behind her. She heard a quiet clanking, and turned to look at what Kyal was doing. She didn't realize until it was too late that he was attaching a chain to her collar and hooking it to a hook on the wall. She was now chained in bed. Anger rose in her, how dare he.

"What are you doing? Take that off. I don't like it. It's bad enough that I have to sleep with you, now you're chaining me up too? I'm not a dog."

Kyal wrapped his hands around her and immobilized her arms to minimize the threat of violence. He put his mouth up to her ear and spoke with a deep, stern voice.

"I think you're forgetting your place, Ehlena. You are mine now. Not a free being. No longer wild. I will tame you, and you will be mine forever. I'm trying to be nice to you, I'm trying to care about you, but never forget that you are MINE. I own you, from your gorgeous blonde hair to your delicious breasts, to your pussy that will drip for me, to the tips of your dainty toes. You belong to me now. I'll chain you in my bed if I wish to. You should be thankful that I'm only chaining the collar, I'm sure you'd rather not have your hands and feet chained too. But that doesn't matter. What does matter is what I want. And I want you. You belong to me. Don't forget that, because it'll only cause you pain if you do."

A shiver ran up Ehlena's spine. Kyal had been gentle to her, had cared for her, and had deferred his desires for her sake. She realized that he was a lot like his brother, only gentle instead of rough. It made sense, they had been raised by the same people in the same house. Ehlena decided to be grateful that Kyal was trying to seduce her instead of beating her into submission. He might shy away from it, but Ehlena now thought that Kyal would resort to hurting her if it meant he would get his way, if he had no other option.

Fear, true fear, took hold of her. She started crying, softly, but her body's shaking had to convey what was happening to Kyal. He kept his hold around her, pinning her arms down so she couldn't wipe the tears from her face. Ehlena buried her face in the pillow and started sobbing. She cried about everything that had happened. Being kidnapped, tied up, blindfolded, abused, nearly raped, having her shoulder dislocated, getting a concussion, and being too exhausted to deal with it all alone. 




Average Ch. 02



Kyal stayed silent as Ehlena cried herself out. His breathing evened out, and Ehlena thought he had fallen asleep. She started drifting off, and, just before losing consciousness, she thought she heard Kyal whisper to her.

"You are not average, Ehlena. You're anything but, breathtaking as a sunset and as fiery as the sun. I can't stand to let you be anything but mine."

Ehlena took one more breath, in, out, and finally reached sleep.



Average Exception



Average Exception - Part 1.

(Author Note: Thanks for all the comments thus far. I was quite pleasantly surprised by the positive reaction. I will continue this, but bear with me a little longer - Uni's killing me right now but I'll have the summer to make up for my lack of writing.)

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Hello,

Having been exposed to this sort of fiction a while back and having read some out of curiosity, and being one who enjoys writing, I've finally built up the courage to have a stab at submitting something to this site. This is my first time writing for this genre, and also incidentally my first time writing in the first person. I therefore look forward to your comments, and we'll see where we go from here. The standard disclaimers about suitability of information apply the consequences and responsibility of what you do or do not read, where, when and with whom you read it rest with you.

The events, persons and situations that follow are entirely fictional, any resemblance to those in real life are purely coincidental.

One last point before we begin: The style, or more accurately combination of styles with which I write causes most of my stories to have a moderate to long build-up before the plot comes together. Therefore, if you're looking for an instantaneous dive into hot and steamy smut, you'll probably want to wait for at least Chapter 2 for the big prize. That having been said however, if you're looking for a more substantial 'storyline' with firm foundations that you can sit back and relax with, then read on and bear with me.

Chapter 1.

"Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it". (Goethe).

It started innocently enough, when I was about thirteen. But then again, I suppose there are very few things of this nature that truly ended in the spirit with which they were begun. Indeed, looking back now, I sometimes find it hard to believe that this even happened, or, for that matter, is still happening. It's like looking at the past in a mirror. What's there is real, and yet, it's only a reflection of the tangible thread that is life. Perhaps comparing it to an out-of-body experience is better. You know yourself that what happened was real, the feelings and memories remaining with you forever, yet the rest of the world considers it a joke, a phantom of some over-active imagination.

But I'm getting ahead of myself here. Perhaps it's best if I start off with a little background history and information. Trust me; it'll make more sense that way. 

I suppose you could say that we were what one would describe as a fairly average family. My father, rest his soul, was a computer and files administrator in the Verplicht Ziekenfonds Verzekerd, the national health service here in the Netherlands. Not the most glamorous of jobs, but he was well respected and, if you think about it, played a major role in keeping the whole system of departments and operational processes ticking over smoothly. I'm sure you would agree that a business, particularly one that holds the lives of thousands of citizens in its hands, such as the VZV would surely grind to a halt without reliable and efficient administration. Dad enjoyed his job. It was relatively straightforward for a methodical man such as he, and it allowed him to interact and socialise with the other 'general' employees at their level. 

Mum worked, and indeed still works as a sales manager at Albert Heijn, the country's largest supermarket chain in terms of market share and retail space. Again, a fairly standard job, nothing fancy, but one, which she enjoys and relishes, and one, which lets her, mingle with the everyday people. She loves the chance to keep up to date with the latest news and gossip, and really, it's quite surprising how many friends you make with the regulars, from the night watchman at the old folks' home across the street, to the cabin crews popping in to pick up a quick lunch before their next flight to places far and wide.

I hope you're still with me, even though this is probably far from what you expected or were even looking for in the first place.

I have a sister, you know. Oh, the things I could write about her, singing her praises, would surely keep me here for a very, very long time. Her name is Claire. Let's just stop and repeat that. Her name is Claire. And she's an angel. She's my age, entering the world just a scant ten months after me, and I will be forever thankful to my parents and the powers that be for this. The world is truly a better place for having her in it. Let me describe her for you. In fact, given such a wonderful specimen of humanity, I insist.

She's tall, five feet, eleven inches and with a slim, yet athletic figure. Her heart-shaped, sculpted face with those full, luscious lips and oval, blue-green topaz eyes, ever alight with a sparkle of passion and adventure is an image of unimaginable beauty. Her smooth, pale skin seems to shimmer in the sunlight and her long, smooth, silky sun blonde hair frames her head like a halo. She moves gracefully, like a cat, quick and light as though on a current of air. She's Claire, my sister Claire, and she's gorgeous. And she means the world to me.

And last, but certainly not least, there is I. I'm nothing special really, certainly by no means a shoe in for the Bachelor of the Year award. I'm tall, sometimes inconveniently so, six feet, two inches. I'm thin, lanky, bony in all the wrong places and almost completely lacking in the muscle department. With my tangled mop of black hair, brown eyes and slightly tanned skin, slightly rough from long summers playing in the sun when I was younger, there's really nothing about me that would cause me to stand out in a crowd. I'm one of those people that often get overlooked at first, well, that is, until you hear my voice. Now that is something I am proud of. And honestly, that's not just me being delusional; I've had people comment to my face on how great it sounds. It's low, deep and constant. It expresses emotion. It reassures people, gives them confidence. I'm proud to say I'm one of those people that rarely need to raise my voice to get my point across. There have been many stressful situations, times when people have been rushing around, yelling themselves hoarse to no avail. And what do I do? I wait, wait until there is a break in the noise, and then say a few words. A few words, the right words, in a calm, confident manner, just enough to get the job done. But I think that's enough of me blowing my own trumpet. I do have this problem, you see, of going off on a tangent. It's a bad habit, but one which I find very hard to break. But moving on.

Clare and I have always been close, for as long as I can remember. Being almost the same age, with both parents working full time jobs and with no relatives living within easy travelling distance, we have grown to depend on one another. Indeed, those that see us together often mark that we seem to act as though we are one and the same being, as though we can read each other's thoughts, pre-empt each other's actions. And I suppose this is true, to a point. Siblings that are as close as we are form a bond, one which is unbreakable and which defies all rational logic in its extent and capability. We can sense each other, feel each other's emotions, and know when the other is angry, anxious or upset. And often, it's almost as though we can know what the other is planning, and react instinctively. Like passing things to each other at the right time across the breakfast table, without speaking a word. To some this may seem like a frightening invasion of privacy. But to us, it's real, it's amazing, and it's something we've come to cherish. Take note of this, it'll play an important role in events to come.

I think that's all there is to say about our family for the moment. I'll add more details as they become necessary. But for now, let me start on the tale proper. The tale of two who redefined the meaning of the term close. Two who stretched the bonds of sibling love to new heights of intimacy. The two of us.



Average Grade



A/N: Wrote this in the middle of the night while bored. It should be in about three or four parts. Forgive typos, for I did zero editing. 

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Jennifer was an incredibly intelligent young woman. She'd passed in high school with flying colors and had barely tried. College was appearing no different. Each class challenged her, certainly. She wouldn't take a class otherwise. But they were fairly easy to pass with the best grade possible. She was a rising star. 

Rather, she was a rising star in all but her Biology course. 

Jennifer loved science. She loved what it did for her. She loved that it opened up whole new worlds of life and fact. However, she sucked at it. She couldn't find her way out of a shoe box if the map had been painted on the inside of her eyelids when it came to anything science related. Biology included. 

So she was very much flunking the course. Which was bad. Very bad. Because she'd never flunked a course in her entire life. She was terrified, really. If she flunked the course, she'd lose her scholarships, and then she would be out a college education. 

And on the streets. 

Girls like her didn't last on the streets. Not a night. Not a day. She'd never make it. 

So when the opportunity arose for her to bring her grade up to at least an (shudder) average score, she'd practically jumped at it. Clawed at it. Elbowed other people out of the way for it. It had come in the form of her Biology professor needing an assistant for the weekend on finishing up some experimental work for his thesis paper he was trying valiantly to get published. 

The second he'd told her she'd gotten the job—grade boost included—she'd called her parents up and told them that she wouldn't be home for that four day weekend. She was busy. Had grades to make up. Research to help with. They were both extremely amiable about the whole thing, and Jennifer had felt incredibly enthusiastic about the whole thing. 

She'd packed a bag; told everyone she'd see them on Tuesday, and gone off to the address her professor had given her. A small laboratory just off campus that he'd been renting for his studies. Which, when she asked, he told her was on a new species. Exciting, ground-breaking material. Not only would it boost her grade, but it would look fantastic on a resume. 

Of course, all of this blind optimism had come crashing down when she'd woken up on Friday morning with a crick in her neck and a terrible case of cottonmouth. And, you know, tied up, half naked in the laboratory with her professor standing over her. 

"Morning, Ms. Roth." He smiled at her, and she blinked, trying to focus past the fog clouding her mind. "Don't worry about the confusion. It's just the drugs." 

"Drugs?" She squinted back up at him, shivering as the cold of the floor set in. "What drugs?"

"The ones I gave you, Ms. Roth." He replied mildly, kneeling before her. "It'll wear off soon enough. And then your senses will have magnified times ten. At least, your sense of touch will. It's part of the hormone." 

"Hormone?" 

"Part of the drug," he supplied, standing and walking over to adjust what looked like a camera. Jenny glanced around the room, noting that there were a few of them—mikes, too. The room shifted, and she had to swallow back the bile that gurgled in her stomach. "It's a direct draw from the creature. It should cause you to emit pheromones that will immediately catch its attention."

"What are you—?"

"The creature, Ms. Roth. Remember how I told you about its mating habits? I've tested it on a few species, but none have been able to breed with it, yet. It won't breed with males—it'll kill them. And I needed a human subject to test it with. You fit the bill perfectly, Ms. Roth. Young, healthy adolescent female."

He paused, wondering over to a tank where the creature resided. She'd yet to see it. But from what he'd told her, she knew it was large, never before seen, and had tentacle-like appendages. Apparently the appendages had many untold talents. She felt fear reach her through the drugs, and she started to struggle. 

"With the pheromones you're giving off, it'll start mating with you as soon as it wakes. At least, that's what I'm hoping." He smiled over at her, unlocking the hatch that allowed the beast free before walking back over, taking in her nightie and sleep mussed hair. "The perfect human subject to help my new species create offspring." 

He kneeled down again, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out one of the many syringes that were strapped there. Reaching out, he untied her wrists and tugged her arm forward. Sinking the needle in, he ignored the way she hissed and struggled to squirm away. The plunger sank down, and heat flooded her system.

Her nerves had never felt so alive. 

Looking at his watch, he stood and dusted himself off. "Well, I have to get home. I get to spend the weekend with my wife. Good luck, Ms. Roth." 

The fire was spreading through her body quickly, keeping her from moving even as she heard the laboratories basement door shut and lock. She let out a helpless scream when she could finally make her vocal chords work again. A useless scream that no one would hear through the soundproofing the professor told her that he'd done. 

Instead, the creature stirred in its tank. Tentacle splashing over the edge. Jenny sucked in a sharp breath, trying to get her limbs to move. Maybe she could find a weapon. Something. Anything. She couldn't stand, though. Her legs were too weak, and the heat spreading through her was starting to feel a lot like pain. Her nipples had pebbled under her silk nightie and were painfully erect. The heat had also coiled somewhere in her womb, wetness already slicking her pussy. 

Letting out a soft cry, she reached between her legs, hissing as her fingers brushed over highly sensitive skin. Her clit was engorged and on fire. Whimpering pitifully, she started to pet herself, the pleasure easing the agony that was spreading like liquid electricity throughout her nervous system. Tears sprang to her eyes as she realized that her virginity was going to be lost to some creature for the sake of an average grade.

She would have rather lived on the streets. 

By the time the beast had awoken and slithered out of its cage, she was practically sobbing against the floor, juices running down her thighs. She couldn't make herself cum, and the pain was only getting worse. When she spotted the monster drawing so close to her, she let out a scream, and went to hit it. 

A tentacle wrapped securely around her wrist. Then another around her throat. Her next cry came out as a watery sob. The tentacles were already oozing some sort of liquid—it was hot, but seemed to cool her fiery skin. Her heart was hammering away in her chest as it tugged her across the floor, and she struggled hopelessly. It wasn't letting her go. Not when she smelled so good and desperate. 

More tentacles came to her, wrapping around her other wrist and her ankles. Spreading her out like some fine specimen to be studied. It lifted her nightie until it was bunched up above her breasts and tugged her panties down past her knees. She heard the sound of fabric tearing, and then her panties were only on one leg anymore. Sheer horror filled her, and she struggled some more, trying to get away with no avail. 

An appendage swiped across one erect nipple and she wailed, arching off the ground. Her pussy clenched around air, growing hotter and wetter. The smell only aroused the creature more. It made an almost cooing sound and cuddled closer. She could feel tentacles wrapped around her waist and spreading her thighs. It lifted her up off the ground so that she was dangling from its strength alone. 

The limb around her throat loosened a bit, shifting until the head of it could press to her parted lips. It wiggled its way in, muffling the pitiful sounds that were escaping her. It filled her mouth gently, thrusting languidly in and out, as if testing the give. Her body was wracked with a sob as another came up between her breasts, slipping past her lips, and stretching her jaw until it ached. It slid deeper, gagging her as it wriggled down her throat before it proceeded to thrust leisurely, taking all the time it needed. 

Her eyes rolled back as she tried to grow accustom to the oxygen depravation. When she started choking, oxygen suddenly filled her lungs, and she silently realized that somehow the creature was making sure she didn't suffocate as it fucked her mouth. Nice of it. 

She felt herself being lifted slightly off of the ground, and her legs were spread even further. Letting out a whimper, the beast thrust particularly harshly down her throat, and she gagged again, body going taunt for a moment. Once she'd finally relaxed again, she felt a tentative prodding at her anus. Thrashing a moment, she choked and froze. Watching silently, two large tentacles descended, open to reveal a strange coiling of worm-like appendages before they latched onto her erect nipples. 

Her back arched as an odd sucking sensation had her womb clenching, and suddenly there were little worm-like things wiggling their way into her breasts. She would have cried out if not for the cocks down her throat. The sensations continued, and she squirmed until a similar tentacle drew near and latched onto her engorged clit. She came like a wanton slut, hips bucking and humping the air as the tentacles brought her over the edge for the first time. 

It seemed to purr at the reaction, and gently began prodding at her asshole again. Tears slipping down her cheeks, she could only wait, body shaking, as it slowly worked and teased her anus open, wriggling its way into her. It wasn't very large, gingerly stroking in and out of her, until a thicker portion was shoved deep—it was almost like the knotting of a dog. Groaning, she felt the cock around her throat and in her mouth stiffen before it released seed. It was salty and sweet on her tongue, and some of it dripped down her chin. The tentacle stilled for a brief moment before it simply resumed its thrusting. 

The one in her anus began releasing fluids. It was oddly cool, and filled her belly. She had expected pain as her stomach began to distend, but none came. Only an enormous pressure that made her want to scream. The tentacle in her ass wiggled, sitting itself securely into her. She rocked her hips, and the appendage on her clit jerked accordingly. She came again, shout muffled around the two cocks still pounded her mouth. 

She must've been filled like that for at least an hour. She felt her stomach gurgling unpleasantly, and she could only imagine what would happen when it finally decided to slip from her poor butt. Feeling the beast shift, she tried to squirm as if slowly pulled from her ass. The second the head of tentacle slid loose, liquid and her own defecation exploded from the stretched hole. The monster moved over it, seeming to absorb the mixture with a content sound. 

Sobbing, she felt rather empty, and hated herself for not liking the feeling. The tentacles at her breasts coiled around them, and the invading worms began thrusting, much like a cock would into a pussy. She tried to scream as fire spread through her; a blindingly intense pleasure that made her cunt drip. Her fluids were leaking down her thighs, and her eyes rolled back as the appendage at her clit tightened and sucked. She came with a full-body shudder, cum squirting from within her. 

The beast purred again, and a massive tentacle at least five inches thick placed itself at the entrance to her ass. It nudged her for a moment, as if warning her, before it thrust in, deep and relentless. Pain exploded through her, only contained by the intense pleasure that was still making her mind turn to mush. It thrust a few time, deep and strong, until it settled. She took a deep, stuttering breath, content to have it still within her as she tried to ignore the dull ache it had created. Her body jerked when it began to vibrate, sending her over the edge once again. 

The vibrations continued, rocking her to the core. A tentacle about half an inch thick came up, hovering around her pussy. She was so far gone at this point, body covered in a glistening sheen of sweat as she jerked and moved in time with the pleasure coursing through her. The small tentacle moved forward, thrusting briefly into her aching pussy. It wasn't large, but it left her squirming. It retracted again and moved up slightly. When she felt it wiggling into her urethra, she screamed and thrashed. It was uncomfortable, and she felt herself wanting to piss, but the appendage stuffed in her blocked the pathway. It drove into her gently, twisting occasionally and causing her to release muffled whines that only seemed to spur on the cocks fucking her mouth.  

It was then that more tentacles sprouted, moving to her soaked pussy. One stroked over the moist lips gently before it shoved into her, thick and harsh and long. Her back arched again, and the tentacle at her clit sucked and tugged until she came with a sob, tears falling freely. The vibrations in her ass increased as the tentacle shoved in and out of her pussy. It wasn't long before there was another. Then another. Then another. Five of them filled and stretched her aching, virgin pussy. She knew there had to be blood, but it didn't stop the beast from fucking her. It didn't stop it from thrusting into every hole until she was clenching and twisting around the appendages, cumming so hard she couldn't see straight.

They all stiffened in her. Pumping faster. Harder. Filling her more. Stretching her. In the brief moments before she lost consciousness, she knew that this was only the beginning. It was then that the monster let out a strange wail, and cum filled her completely. It was then that she slipped from awareness to unconsciousness.