3 comments/ 23574 views/ 2 favorites Clash of the Avatars Ch. 01 By: switchboy257 Chapter 1: INCARNATIONS Rachel shook her head: "No, I just don't want to! Why won't you just drop it?" Mike shook his head, annoyed. It was a fight they had had many times before. He didn't see what the big deal was! He had a fantasy, and she refused to give him the pleasure of acting it out. For many years he had fantasized about playing with Rachel's breasts. He wanted to tie her hands behind her back and be allowed to play with her tits for a couple minutes. He wasn't going to hurt her or anything! He just got an incredible thrill out of the sensitivity and vulnerability of naked female breasts. He wanted to be free to molest Rachel's breasts, to paw them, to "feel her up" with concern for her feelings. It's not like he wanted to do that all the time! He just wanted to do it once! But she would never let him. "Come on, honey," he pressed. "It'll just be for a minute. I'll give you head afterwards, I promise." "No, Mike. It makes me feel gross and I don't want to do it. Just drop it, okay?" Mike pouted, and soon the tension had become nonsexual. They drifted apart, Rachel reading and Mike using the computer. Soon they had a fight over something stupid, and Mike decided not to sleep over. He went back to his place. They were both in their late twenties and working office jobs. Both of them had intense sexual desires, but very often those desires just seemed incompatible. He was a man, she was a woman. She wanted him to go slowly and take care of her gently. He wanted rough sex, he wanted to play out rape fantasies. They fought often. That night, Rachel and Mike lay awake in their separate apartments. He was mad. He masturbated to a fantasy of tying Rachel's hands behind her back and rudely molesting her tits. She was begging him to stop and saying that she felt violated, but he just continued to enjoy playing with her soft, sensitive, beautiful, naked woman's breasts. He imagined sucking and fondling her nipples until she moaned. Finally he imagined grabbing her boobs roughly, pulling her nipples up sharply as he ejaculated in her face. Meanwhile, Rachel was similarly angry. In her fantasy, Mike was begging to be allowed to serve her. He had no needs or desires of his own, but was like a servant waiting on a princess. She imagined him caressing her gently, all over her body, and after about fifteen minutes of that, he finally began to tenderly lick her clit until she came to orgasm. After cumming, each of them slept fitfully and had strange dreams, twisting up the sheets in their mutual frustration at the tragic mismatch of sexual energies between them. Neither of them was aware that it happened to be a very special night. In fact, very few people in the world were aware that March 12, 2009, happened to be an extremely uncommon moment in the world of demons and angels. This date was marked as special on a bizarre pre-colonial calendar that was inscribed in a cave in Kerala, India, but only a few people had ever seen that calendar, and no one had ever successfully decoded it. While the world waited for something to happen in the year 2012, said to be the 'end of the world' according to Mayan prophecy, something far stranger was at play on this particular night. Once every 327,000 years, the Council of Male Sexual Demons and the Council of Female Sexual Demons were convened in the heavens. The stars were aligned, and the two councils met together to decide how they would stage the Demonic Battle of the Sexes. Each time the councils met, they each chose a married or dating couple to represent the sexes in combat. These avatars would battle each other sexually, in public, and the winner would usher in a year of dominance for the sex he or she represented. This year, the councils chose Rachel and Mike. The Council of Male Sexual Demons was convened. It was an incredibly powerful group of nine naked men. The men were of all shapes and colors, but all beautiful, and all with constant-raging dicks. These dicks were never flaccid. They were constantly raging and full of desire, but they never got to fuck anyone. They were not allowed to fuck mortals, and no demon woman would allow themselves to be fucked, so the male demons walked around angry and lustful at all times. For thousands of years they would look down and watch naked mortal women on earth. As powerful demons, they could be invisibly present anywhere they wanted in the world. In a woman's bathroom as she showered, a naked male demon would be invisibly standing, drooling and moaning lustfully. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and take her, to suck those tits and most of all to fuck that fucking hole. But it was impossible. There could be no contact between demons and mortals. So the demon would simply watch as the woman lathered herself up. He would put his face close and stare as she soaped and cleaned her vulva. If she masturbated in the shower, so much the better. He would time his ejaculation to match hers. Then she would get dressed and leave the bathroom, and the demon would disappear, partly satisfied but mostly frustrated. Invisible demons like this populated most places on earth where naked women could be found. They would go to nude beaches and kneel in the sand between the legs of a naked woman, her legs relaxed and outstretched, staring into the cunt that he was not allowed to touch or assault. Drooling over the parted lips, hairy or shaved according to his preference, until eventually he would leave the beach in frustration. Other demons would hang out in women's shower rooms, at gyms or pools or in prisons, masturbating whenever a group of naked women would come into the room and strip down together. All those fucking breasts hanging out there, all those fucking naked cunts fully visible and available... Yet the demons could not touch the women, they could only touch themselves. It was maddening. Some of the demons found greater satisfaction attending rapes or gang rapes. There would demons who would skulk invisibly in alleyways in seedy neighborhoods, hoping that a man would assault a woman there. In this way the demons could get some kind of surrogate satisfaction. Unable to touch any women, they got a lot of pleasure watching men have their way with women, the more force the better. As a man fucked a woman against her will, the demons felt vindicated, their masturbation extra satisfying. Some demons hunted for gang rapes, although those were not very easy to find. When one was found, a demon might call his friends, so that in addition to five or six mortal men raping and molesting a helpless woman over a pool table, there might be twelve or thirteen invisible male demons skulking in the corner, watching with pleasure as the woman got fucked in all her holes. The nine most powerful of these demons were now convened for this special council. Their penises eternally hard, they sat around a table, naked as always, scanning the earth to choose an avatar. Their erect penises were of different sizes and shapes and colors: large and dark, thick and pale, reddish, tan, circumcised and not. Their balls likewise were of every size, shape, and color. Large demon scrotums hung below their cocks as they contemplated different men. They wanted to choose a man who felt very angry at women but who had never expressed that anger before. At the previous council meeting, 327,000 years ago in a completely different civilization of which the contemporary civilization had no knowledge, they had chosen a hardcore rapist as their avatar. But he was too violent and that ended badly. This time they wanted a nice, clean-shaven youth, someone who was full of sexual anger but had never had the chance to express it. They found Mike, lying in his bed, fantasizing about molesting his girlfriend. The penises of the demons dripped with pre-cum, thinking about what was about to happen. They were going to pour their demon-power into him, making him desire and rage unstoppable. He would then do battle with women, and with the female avatar of the female demons, and whoever won would determine what happened the following year. The female demons were in a parallel situation. They too were filled with rage and sexual frustration. The nine most powerful female demons were likewise seated around a table, scanning the earth for a woman whose anger at men was strong enough to do the job they needed her to do. The situation of the female demons was parallel to that of the males in every way. They too were constantly naked and constantly aroused. They too were of all shapes and sizes and colors. Large breasts and small, pert and heavy, big and small nipples, and vulvas of ever shape and sizes, with every possible kind of hair. The female demons also wanted sexual fulfillment, but what they wanted, like Rachel herself, was to be sexually cared for by men. They too were prohibited from touching any demons or mortals. None of the demons ever had skin-to-skin contact with any living being. This is why they were all so fucking angry. Some of the female demons would hang out invisibly around naked men. Some of them would be invisible seated in the bathroom or bedroom while a man masturbated, watching him rub his naked cock and desperately wanting to take it inside her cunt, but of course that was impossible. Other women preferred to watch men pleasuring women, for example they would seek out instances of men performing oral sex on women and sit right on the bed, invisible, watching the man's tongue service the woman's vulva. Sometimes they would lean in to get a closer look. They loved to see a male tongue lick an aroused clit, but even more they loved the moment when a man would put his tongue inside the woman's vagina. For the female demons this seemed to be a special display of male submission to female desire. Many female demons would try to time their own orgasms to this moment. What the female demons hated more than anything was rape. Very often they would sit invisibly by the side of a bed where a man was raping a woman, and watch. They would try to beam empathy and strength to the woman whose body was being violated. And at the same time, they would wish desperately that they could attack the man. They would often have fantasies of suddenly being able to touch mortals, so that they could jump up and push the man to the ground, stand over him and punish him. Some of them fantasized about beating up the rapist. Others imagined tying him up by the balls, or letting the rape victim kick him in the testicles, or even cutting off his scrotum or castrating him entirely. But of course, this was only fantasy. Every so often, a group of female demons and a group of male demons would show up at the same event, for example in a back room where a gang rape was taking place. Once five male demons and eight female demons showed up in the back room of a gas station, where three men were taking forcible advantage of two beautiful young college students. When the demons arrived, the three men were fucking one of the students in all three of her naked holes. A penis in her mouth, one in her anus, and one in her vagina. She was totally fucked, moaning, wet but not aroused, totally sexually violated. Her friend was tied up in the corner. Soon afterwards, each of the three men ejaculated in the helpless girl. First cum pumped into her asshole, and then into her vagina. The men kept holding her tightly, though, until the third man had the chance to shoot cum into her throat. She moaned. The men took a break for about half an hour, talking to themselves and every so often touching the naked young woman in her exposed private places. After the break, they stripped the second young woman and force-fucked her in the same way, only trading places so that each man could enjoy a different female orifice. Finally, when they had each ejaculated a second time, they forced the girls, who had been best friends but never sexual together, to lick each other's pussies in a 69 position. The demons watched all this from their invisible sidelines. The male demons were thrilled, it was the best show they had seen in a long time. Each time one of the rapist men ejaculated in a helpless woman, the male demons cheered and stroked their own penises. Meanwhile, the female demons were absolutely furious. They screamed and yelled in their demon-world that the mortals could not hear. They pointed at the male demons' genitals and swore that one day they would cut off all those disgusting cocks and balls. But the male demons just taunted the female demons by pointing back at them and saying they'd love to fuck their demon pussies in the same way as these mortals were demonstrating. The tension in the room was incredible. The male demons, with their hard, pounding cocks, ached to jump into the fray and fuck the helpless kidnapped mortal ladies. The female demons would have liked to deliver a sharp, painful, incapacitating kick right to the center-point of the scrotum sack of every male in the room, both demon and mortal. The male and female demons would have killed each other if they could. But there were the rules, as always. The demons could not have any physical contact with each other or with the mortals. So they left it be. Eventually everyone dispersed. This kind of event just added to the overall sexual fury building up between the male and female demons, which all came to a head when the special alignment of the stars was right, once every 327,000 years. Tonight was the night. The female demons found Rachel twisting in her bed, angry that Mike never pleased her sexually, and angry that men in general were so fucking insensitive to female sexual feelings. The male and female demons agreed on one thing: That Rachel and Mike would be their avatars this time around. So the male demons swept down and appeared inside Mike's bedroom. On this night only, they were partially visible, appearing to Mike as if in a dream. He felt their male warmth and incredible masculine strength surrounding him. He looked up, in his dream, and saw nine massive cocks outstretched above his head like immense weapons or flagpoles. The demons masturbated and ejaculated on him. In his dream, he felt their hot cum sinking into his body and making him superhuman. When Mike woke up in the morning, he knew that he was changed. He felt inhumanly strong, incredibly powerful. He had the sense that his willpower was unshakeable, and so strong that he could even control other people. He stood up and found his cock incredibly erect. It was so hard and sensitive that it was almost painful. His balls, too, felt aching and full. His whole male genital apparatus felt larger and more significant, as if it were 50% of his body mass instead of just a small part. He reached down to stroke his penis and found it incredibly alive to the touch. He felt certain that he could masturbate to orgasm in less than a minute, and he started to do so, but after just two strokes he suddenly stopped and froze in place, listening. Mike had a female roommate. He had moved in with her before he had met Rachel, and he had honestly never thought of her sexually before. Their relationship was casual and uncomplicated, as if she were a guy. Her name was Sarah, and she was blond, and a bit on the plump side, whereas Rachel was more of Mike's type: slim but curvy, and dark. This morning, Mike stood naked in his room, and he heard Sarah shuffling around in the kitchen. It was a two-bedroom apartment, with the kitchen adjoining the living room. Both bedrooms opened onto the common space. Mike could hear Sarah opening the fridge. Mike's sexual anger had always been repressed. The only person who knew about it was Rachel, and that was exactly the problem between them: He always wanted her to let him enact the fantasy of playing roughly with her helpless and vulnerable a body, and she always said no. Never before had Mike directed those kinds of rough fantasies towards other women in his life. Especially not Sarah, who was just a roommate and an occasional drinking buddy. But this morning was different. Mike was empowered. He didn't know it, but he was an avatar for the male demons, with thousands of years of male sexual frustration coursing through his blood and his cock. Mike stopped stroking his penis and stood thoughtfully for a moment. Was he really going to do this? Voices in his head told him that he could finally unleash all his sexual desire just as he wanted to. Stop worrying about what other people would think, and just take what he wanted. He cupped his balls in one hand and felt the heavy, pendulous weight of his testicles, the essence of his male identity. He thought of Sarah getting breakfast in the next room, and for the first time felt excruciatingly aware of the fact that she did not have a scrotum sack between her legs. No, Sarah between her legs would be very, very similar to Rachel between her legs. Female. Mike's penis jumped. He began to move towards the door. Once again he stopped and paused for a moment, aware that he was crossing a threshold into demonic perversion if he did this. He was still completely naked, his erect cock standing hard at attention, pointing towards the door and towards the female on the other side of it. Was he really going to do this? A few miles away, in another part of the city, Rachel was having a parallel but different experience. It was parallel in that she too had been invested with demonic power. She too had dreamt of strange figures, but of course, they were female because she was female. The nine female demons had appeared to her in the night. They were like vast, dark, goddesses, looming over her and making her feel proud of her own womanhood. She looked up and saw the goddesses' immense breasts almost covering her, hanging down towards her like heavy, soft, sexual pillows. And by her body, close to her body, there were nine hairy vulvas, nine sets of vulva lips, nine sexually frustrated clitorises, and nine immensely powerful demonic vaginas. In the middle of the night, Rachel dreamt that these women masturbated together and, after they had cum, each of them rubbed her fingers on her pussy and drew it away, dripping with demon-cum. This demon cum was then used to anoint Rachel's body. They rubbed in on her stomach and legs and on her naked breasts, arousing her nipples. They rubbed the cum onto Rachel's face. Rachel licked the fingers of the female demons and tasted the hot salty juices. Finally the demons rubbed their own female cum onto Rachel's pussy, anointing her labial folds and vulva. Rachel woke up feeling different, just as Mike had. The visions were gone, but her body felt immensely powerful and sexual. She was now the incarnation of female sexual power and gendered anger. Her breasts felt incredible firm, solid, and they seemed larger than the day before. Rachel's nipples stood out prominently on her proud tits and showed no sign of softening. Her cunt was warm and wet, permanently wet, the folds of her vulva soft and thick. He vagina felt like it could devour the entire world. Her clit demanded to be served. Rachel felt like a sexual goddess. Rachel threw off the covers and lay in bed, naked. She put a hand on her vulva mound, but it was too sensitive to masturbate, too complete in its own power. She wanted badly to cum, but the idea of touching her own clit felt cheap. She deserved better than that. Far better. There was a knock on the door. Rachel lived alone, in a studio apartment. She didn't know any of her neighbors. Silently, Rachel stood up and walked to the door. She peered out through the small eyehole that allowed her to see who was there. In the hallway was a young man. He looked somewhat familiar. She thought that he probably lived on the same floor of the building. He was holding an empty, white coffee filter in his hand. He wanted to borrow some coffee. Clash of the Avatars Ch. 01 Rachel stood naked, inches away from the door. Her breasts were heavy and full and aching. She imagined the young man on the other side of the door sucking her breasts, worshipping them, slaving away in order to pleasure her. Her cunt was wet and hot, she wanted to force it onto this guy's face. Rachel had never done anything like this before, but today was different. She didn't know it, but she was an avatar of the female demons now. What she did know was that she felt immensely strong. She was absolutely certain that it would be no problem to completely take over and dominate this man. She could make him do whatever she wanted. And she wanted a lot. It was only a question of whether to cross that border, whether to take that step towards total sexual freedom and empowerment. Was she really going to do this? The demons looked down at their avatars, full of anticipation. This was going to be a very special day indeed. The male demons looked down at Mike, poised in his room, his penis harder than it had ever been, ready to storm out into the living room and take control of his unsuspecting roommate in ways that she never could have imagined. Meanwhile, the female demons looked down with pleasure at Rachel, just waiting for the moment when her new demon-blood would take over, when she would yank open the door and begun her domination of men by taking total advantage of this innocent guy, who had just come to borrow some coffee. The avatars were loose on earth. The rules of the game were simple: The male avatar and the female avatar would fight their way through the city until they encountered each other. The male avatar would leave a trail of violated and fucked women in his path, while the path of the female avatar would be strewn with molested and humiliated men. Men and women throughout the city would find their bodies stripped, their genitals fucked, and their lives changed by the irresistible demon-powers of the two avatars. When they met, there would be a fierce battle. Depending on how things went, Rachel might have gathered a small army of women on her side, and Mike a small army of men. Or it might be just Rachel versus Mike, one-on-one. In any case, the battle would be intensely forceful and sexual. It might last for a few minutes or for several hours, but eventually there would be a winner. If Mike was able to ejaculate in Rachel's vagina against her will, then his seed would suck out all her demon-power and she would become helpless against him. He would win. On the other hand, if Rachel was able to force Mike to suck her clit to orgasm, then her pussy would drain him of his special powers and she would win. It was that simple. A battle for sexual supremacy. Either he would rape her cunt, or she would rape his face. But there was more. This was only a surrogate battle. Everything was hanging on the question of who would win. Because following this single combat would come an entire year known as "the nightmare year," in which one of the sexes had total power over the other. And this would include the demons, who for that year only would be allowed to touch each other and mortals. If Mike won the battle and successfully forced his ejaculate into Rachel's womb, then men would be the dominant sex on earth for an entire year. Every man would suddenly have the power of the male demons. Their penises would be permanently erect, never flaccid. They would be incredibly strong, and they would have no sympathy or empathy for the females of the race. The whole planet would become a rape camp, with women treated like male pleasure machines, forced to strip whenever men wanted and to suck or fuck on the whim of any cock. And this would include demons, too! The male demons would finally have their chance to fuck and rape the female demons. And a few lucky men, if they managed to find secret dimensional portals, might even have the opportunity to fuck the demon women. Imagine mortal men fucking helpless goddesses! Fragile, mortal penises invading the powerful cunts of the demon women! But this is what would happen, if Mike were to win. If Rachel won, on the other hand, women would rule. The penis and balls would be reduced to insignificance, except as tools to pleasure women when they desired. Male desire would be meaningless. Female sexual desire would reign. Women would be stronger and more sexual than men, using them in whatever way they desired, at any time. Men would be forced to walk around naked, sometimes blindfolded, or even pulled around like a pet dog, with a leash tied to the exposed male genitals. Women would dominate, their desires controlling everything, their pussies completely in charge. Men would be forced to lick and suck vulvas whenever those vulvas were hot. And the male demons would be reduced in the same way. These were the stakes. An entire "year of nightmare" in which one sex would have total power over the other. After that year, the game would be rest. Demons would no longer be able to have physical contact with each other or with humans, and no humans would have the power of demons. The human race would forget the incredible sexual nightmare that had taken place, and it would go back to its "normal" form of gendered warfare. There would be the same flirting and fucking, the same raping and resisting, and the demons would only be able to watch in frustration for another 326,999 years, until the next battle of the sexual avatars and the next special "nightmare year." So the male demons watched Mike and hoped they had chosen the right guy. Would his sexual anger be great enough to defeat Rachel? And the naked female demons watched Rachel and hoped they had picked the right lady. Would her cunt triumph over her boyfriend's cock? Everything would be settled today. NEXT: Mike's Day. Clash of the Avatars Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Mike's Day Mike's penis jumped. He began to move towards the door. Once again he stopped and paused for a moment, aware that he was crossing a threshold into demonic perversion if he did this. He was still completely naked, his erect cock standing hard at attention, pointing towards the door and towards the female on the other side of it. Was he really going to do this? Mike tore the door open and stepped through. His roommate Sarah froze where she was standing and stared at his naked, erect body. Even she could feel a strange power emanating from him. It wasn't just that he had violated her privacy by appearing naked in their common space. It was the way he was looking at her. He seemed to have absolutely no shame, no modesty. His erect cock was like a proud rod of dominance thrust towards her. His body seemed especially strong. She felt scared of his power. Sarah was wearing a thick, fuzzy robe. It fully covered her relatively thick, curvy body. She was not very tall and had a somewhat large body and very large breasts. Even though her robe was very conservative, she somehow felt naked. After all, she was not wearing anything underneath the robe. Her body felt vulnerable a fragile next to Mike's powerful presence, even though she was at least wearing something and he was naked. Mike and Sarah stared at each other for a moment. Sarah put down the cup off coffee she had been sipping and stepped away from the counter. Mike stepped into the center of the room. Sarah couldn't help glancing down at his penis again. It was so hard and ferocious. And big! She tried not to stare but it was mesmerizing. She was too uncomfortable to speak. What was he doing? Had her roommate gone crazy? Of course she had no idea what had happened during the night. "Come here and kneel," said Mike. His voice was like a military command, simple and direct and forceful. He pointed to the ground. The command was for her to kneel right in front of him, her face at the level of his penis. There was no fucking way she would do that. Sarah froze in place. Her eyes looked up and met Mike's. She shook her head slightly, trembling and feeling very naked and vulnerable inside her soft pink downy robe. Mike moved incredibly fast. In two seconds he was across the room and grabbed Sarah by the wrists. He yanked her wrists up and forced her down the floor. It was like he was a sudden master of an obscure martial art. What the fuck was going on here? Sarah sank helplessly to the ground, kneeling, and Mike's erect penis immediately forced its way into her mouth. About four seconds had passed. Sarah had scarcely blinked, scarcely had time to think. Now he was holding her wrists above her head, forcing her into a kneeling position, and his penis was in her mouth. He pushed the penis into her mouth deeper. She vocalized something like a moan of resistance. Mike began to thrust his penis in and out of Sarah's mouth. When she tried to resist, he would twist her wrists uncomfortably. He backed her up against the fridge and began to fuck her mouth steadily. "Woman, you will obey me instantly, or you will be forced." Mike's voice was even and calm, betraying no sympathy. It was like he didn't even recognize her as Sarah, his roommate. She was just a fucking woman. She was just another human being with a female body. His penis was hard, fucking her mouth. Sarah struggled slightly. Mike pushed the cock all the way into her throat, gagging her. His balls touched her chin. He put both her wrists in one hand and used the other to grip the back of her head. Sarah helplessly felt him fuck her mouth, in and out, controlling the motion of her head. Soon Mike began to ejaculate in Sarah's mouth. She resisted wildly as soon as she felt his cum start to flow into her throat, coating her tongue and teeth. He grabbed her head with both hands and filled her mouth with his penis. A large amount of male cum filled her. "Swallow the cum, Sarah." Hearing her name made her resist even harder. So he did know who she was! So he wasn't completely insane! Sarah struggled to spit out the ejaculate and to get the hard penis out of her mouth. Mike's response was to lay her down on the floor and hug her head between his legs so that she couldn't move it off his penis at all. She was completely filled by his cum. Her eyes teared up. Mike shot the last of his cum and then lay there for a moment, his penis still hard in her throat. Finally he yanked his cock quickly from her mouth and stood up. Sarah lay on the floor, her mouth hurting, her tongue sick with the flavor of the juice he had forced her to drink. Mike began to walk, still naked, towards the front door. "Fuck you," Sarah mumbled bitterly, under her breath. In one second, she regretted saying it. Mike turned around instantly on his path to the door, and in an instant was upon her again, kneeling over her body with his balls hanging down towards her and his penis sticking out towards her face. He was transformed, some kind of male animal taking revenge on the female sex. He was crazy. Demon power was in his veins, and his erection was permanent. He was no more sexually sated than he had been before he had raped her face. But now he was even more angry. In a single move, Mike reached down and ripped open the front folds of Sarah's pink morning robe. Her naked body was exposed to him for the first time. He saw her large, heavy breasts, drooping out towards the side of her chest. He saw the brown-haired mound of her cunt. He stared at her female nakedness. It was the first naked female body he had seen since becoming an avatar of male demonic sexuality. But of course, it would not be nearly the last. Sarah grabbed the sides of her robe and yanked them closed, covering up her pussy and breasts. This enraged Mike. The one thing he knew for absolute certain today was that no woman could deny him the sight of her precious female assets. He reached down and literally tore the robe from her body. As she reached out to grab it, he took hold of her wrists again, flipped her over, and swiftly bound them tightly behind her back with the belt of the robe. The rest of the robe he threw into a corner of the kitchen. Mike pulled Sarah up to standing and admired her body. She had very big, heavy tits, and beautiful, thick vulva lips visible through the unshaved pubic hair. Sarah was panicking, trying to get away. She tried to break away from his grasp, but he held her firmly by the shoulders. Then, in a single move, he reached out and took a firm, no-nonsense grasp of her large nipples, holding each one between his fingers. The sensation of Mike's rough grab of her nipples was the largest violation Sarah had yet experienced. It felt like he had reached into the core of her being and molested her soul. Her nipples were normally tender and sensitive, especially in the morning, and his grasp was like a sexual fire. Her female breasts felt incredible exposed, and she reacted like an animal, instinctively, without thinking about her own long-term interested. As Mike's fingers closed roughly around the sensitive, rosy tips of Sarah's full boobs, she shrieked in shock. In the next moment, without thinking, she tried to knee him in the balls. It should have been easy, even though her arms were tied behind her back. He was standing about eight inches away from her, completely naked and making no attempt to protect his own genitals. His hands were calmly outstretched to fondle her breasts and nipples. It was the perfect position of disgusting male molestation, from which a woman ought to be able to deliver swift revenge in the form of a direct blow to the nuts. Sarah's right knee jerked up sharply, aiming to slide between Mike's parted legs and shoot directly up into the bottom of his hanging ball sack. But Mike was possessed of demon power, and was able to move with incredible, inhuman speed. To Sarah's astonishment, her knee never made contact with Mike's scrotum. Instead, once again like a sudden martial arts master, Mike stepped lightly aside and, releasing her tits from his cruel grasp, he reached down and hooked his arm under her right leg as it was raised off the ground. "Please..." Sarah began to say. She knew now that she was absolutely no match for this incarnation of male power and desire. With her arms tied behind her back, she had to struggled to keep balance on one leg. Worst of all, as Mike held her right leg up off the ground, Sarah was aware that the folds of her pussy were completely visible and exposed. Mike said nothing. He began to pull Sarah by the leg into the living room. There was no way for her to resist. His movements were sharp and powerful. She hopped alongside him, keeping balance on her left leg as he pulled her by the raised right leg across the room. Sarah's hands were tightly tied with the pink belt of her robe. Her tits bounced wildly up and down as Mike dragged her through the room. She was begging him to stop but he was not listening. What would he do to her now? Sarah's cunt folds were completely exposed, her leg lifted up like a dog peeing. Mike dragged Sarah towards the front door. She tried to pull away when she saw where he was going, but there was nothing to do. Sarah began to cry as Mike unlocked the door and pulled her, still hopping, out into the hallway of the apartment building. Still ignoring her protests, Mike pulled her in the same way down the hallway and knocked on the door of an apartment across the hall. Sarah tried to pull away but there was nothing she could do except to fall down on the ground, which would have placed her in an even more helpless position. Besides, Mike's grip on her thigh and shin was just too powerful to resist. After a few minutes, a handsome man in his 40s answered the door. Sarah looked away, staring down the hall, unwilling to believe or acknowledge that this stranger was being given the opportunity to stare at her completely exposed body. The man who opened the door was naturally shocked. "What the...?" He looked at Mike as if at a crazy person. "What the hell is this?" "Today is a holiday," said Mike, speaking in even tones like an office manager announcing a day off. "I've brought you this naked woman to enjoy. Do you want her?" At first it seemed likely that the man would say no. Sarah glanced back at his face and saw sympathy and even horror in it. But as Mike continued to look into the man's eyes, his expression slowly changed. It was as if some kind of demonic understanding passed between the younger, naked Mike and the older man, who was wearing pajamas and an evening gown. It was as if the undeniable, irrepressible sexual energy that was so visible in Mike's nude body and still-pulsing cock was somehow passing into this other man. The man's eyes lost their sympathetic, human quality, and his expression changed from one of astonishment towards one of desire. The man looked at Sarah's body. Slowly, he reached out and caressed the side of one of her large, soft breasts. "Go on," said Mike. "You can do whatever the fuck you want with her body." At those words, the man's grip closed and tightened around Sarah's mammary bulge. He squeezed her boob. Then the hand left her breast and drifted down the side of her abdomen, touching her underneath the thigh where her leg was still forcibly lifted off the ground. In another moment, the older man's fingers made contact with Sarah's vulva. Sarah started, jumped, tried to close her legs, but still there was nothing she could do without falling to the ground. The man's fingers probed her soft labia and tugged on her pubic hair. He smiled an evil smile. A demonic smile. "Enjoy," said Mike, giving the man Sarah's right leg to hold. "I've got work to do." With that, Mike walked away down the hallway, still naked and erect, and disappeared down the stairwell. The older man held Sarah's leg firmly and nuzzled up to her on one side. He lay his other hand flat against her vulva and whispered in her ear: "Would you like to come inside, honey?" At the word 'inside,' Sarah felt his middle digit begin to invade her labial folds and search between them for her vaginal opening. "Fuck you," Sarah moaned. "No, fuck you, honey," said the man, as his finger entered Sarah's vagina against her will. Keeping his finger inside her, the man pulled the helpless Sarah into his apartment and shut the door behind them. Mike walked ten flights down the stairs to the lobby. He felt incredibly strong and energetic. He had no desire to eat, to rest, or to get dressed. All he wanted to do was fuck and exposed women. And satisfy men. In the lobby, Mike encountered several people. He recognized them vaguely as people who lived in the building. There was a young man in a business suit, an up-an-coming entrepreneur. There was a family of three, husband and wife and their 18-year old daughter, home from school for the weekend. There was a lone woman in her late 30s, known to be a lesbian, with short-cropped hair. And finally there was the mail-deliverer, in her late 40s but still attractive in her postal worker uniform. All six people stopped and stared when the saw Mike come down the stairs. It was not just that he was naked. It was, once again, his incredible erection and the strange power that seemed to emanate from it. Mike felt even more powerful than he had when he had woken up. He felt that he had special powers to control people. To control men emotionally, bringing out their violent, animal, sexual sides, and to control women physically of course. For a moment he just smiled back at the random group of six people that happened to be in the lobby that day. The two men, the young one in the suit and the father of the girl, sure were in for a treat! They had no idea what a special day this was. As before, Mike moved incredibly quickly, so fast that none of the others could react in time to stop what he was doing. His first move was to grab the mail from the mail-woman's hands and dash it on the floor. She was also holding a gold chain with a key on it, the master key to the mailboxes. Mike grabbed this chain and pulled the woman's arms behind her back. In a matter of one or two seconds, he had wrapped the chain around her wrists and secured them tightly. In another second, Mike tore open the worker's jacket and blouse, exposing her bra. The woman had full breasts, heaving now with fear. Her skin was dark and her hair was grey. Mike pulled her jacket and shirt down past her shoulders to her elbows, exposing the top half of her body. Then he reached forward and with a single finger, ripped the front strap of the woman's bra. The mail-deliverer's large breasts spilled out into view. She shrieked. Mike tore off her heavy bra and threw it onto the floor. Then Mike stepped towards the young man in the suit. He placed his hand close to the man's crotch, not quite touching his dick, but passing a pulse of demonic energy into his balls and penis. The young man stood as if electrified. He felt his penis rise into an incredibly erection, suddenly uncomfortable in his pants. Mike gave a slight nod towards the postal worker. "Fuck that woman," he said. The young man didn't need to be told twice. He was youthful and without a girlfriend, and it had been a long time since he had fucked a woman. The demonic spark passed easily into him. It was like a cold flame in his scrotum, making him desire female flesh. He bounded over towards the mail-woman, whose uniform was already half-off and whose hands were bound behind her back with the golden keychain. Mike didn't even watch, he was already onto other tasks, as the young man began to paw and fondle the large, heavy breasts of the beautiful older black woman. The young man began to moan quickly from pleasure. The woman tried to get away, but he shoved her down on the floor and continued to grope her full and fleshy tits. "Fuck, yeah!" cried the young man, his animal side unleashed, as he lay down on the older man. He began to rub his cock against her crotch through her pants, and he sucked and fondled her exposed breasts. She felt completely molested and assaulted on her chest, but there was nothing she could do. It was as if the whole world had suddenly gone insane. Mike moved on to the family of three. He wanted to grab the 18-year old girl first, but he knew that the parents would immediately intervene and try to stop him, by whatever means possible, from exposing or molesting their innocent daughter. The dad would not be a problem, of course. As Mike passed by him, he once again passed his hand in front of the man's crotch, sending a pulse of demonic energy into the father's testicles. The man's expression changed from one of horror to one of desire. Whatever happened now, this man would not prevent Mike from making any woman sexually available. Not even his daughter. What to do about the mother? Suddenly Mike knew that he had another power, or rather that the same demonic spark would affect a woman quite differently. The father was no looking over at the mailbox area, where a full-on rape was taking place. He seemed like he was about to drool as he watched the young man yank down the grey flannel pants of the older black woman. The young man then pulled down his own pants to expose his newly powerful hard-on. Both he and the father were staring at the white cotton panties that hid the naked vulva of the mail-woman. Mike now passed his hand in front of the crotch of the mother, sending a pulse of demonic energy between her legs. With men, he knew, this pulse of energy caused their sexual desire to flame up, making them animals of masculine passion, unable to resist any opportunity to fuck a helpless woman. But the same demonic spark affected women very differently. For this mother, in her late 30s, it felt as if a strange and invasive force suddenly appeared in her vulva. It was almost like a kind of demonic worm. First she felt it on her outer labia, but soon it seemed to be digging its way between the folds of her vulva. It was penetrating her, entering her vagina, crawling into her. It was like a crazy tickling, or the fingers of a ghostly molester. The woman cried out and sank to her knees on the cold floor of the lobby. She reached her hand down her pants, inside the panty-hose, and began to dig with her own fingers inside her pussy. She had an intense need to clean out her pussy, she was trying to get the strange sensation of invasion out of her most private body parts. It was a horrible feeling, like an unwelcome tongue or an insect making contact with the inner membrane of her vaginal canal. While the mother was distracted by this intense sensation of invasion, Mike stepped up to the daughter and pulled down her skirt. Her legs were exposed, and her red lacy panties. In this moment, her father's gaze finally shot away from the rape of the mail-deliverer and came to rest on his daughter's panties. "You want this cunt?" Mike asked. The father was really drooling now. He had been just about to run over to the mail-woman and grab her breasts, joining the young man in the suit in her violation. But now here was an even more desirably prize. She was so young and so fucking beautiful and so fucking innocent. The demon spark made his cock hard and his balls ache. He nodded, drooling. Yes, he wanted that cunt. "It's all yours," said Mike. That was all it took. Mike held the young woman's arms behind her back as her father approached her and began to touch her body all over. At first he ran his fingers over the pussy mound beneath her red panties. Then, quickly shifting his attention, he lifted her shirt up over her head and pulled it down her arms. Mike let go of the girl's arms, which were now tangled up in her t-shirt. Her father grabbed the straps of her tan bra and pulled them down her arms, tangling them further and causing her full, young breasts to pop into view. In another moment he was greedily sucking on the young, tender nipples of his daughter's fine boobs. She struggled and protected, but her father was so much bigger and stronger than her that Mike felt no need to lend a hand. The father's strength was increased by the demon spark in his loins. Quickly his daughter was stripped more and more bare, her tits exposed and then her vulva. Her naked body lay open for his exploration. Clash of the Avatars Ch. 02 At this point, the lesbian tried to get involved. She started moving towards the father as if to tackle him off his daughter. But she moved slowly and stared at the naked Mike, aware that he had all the power in this situation. The mother was still sitting on the ground, trying to relieve the feeling of alien invasion that Mike had placed inside her most intimate parts. Mike decided that the lesbian and the mother deserved each other. "You guys need to be fucked," he said. The two women stared at him with fear in their eyes. Mike attacked the mother first. She was too frightened to resist, seeing how he had suddenly turned their lives upside down. All she had to do to understand his power would be to glance a few feet away on the floor to where her husband was preparing for vaginal intercourse with her helplessly protesting daughter. Mike removed her clothes quickly and efficiently, until she was down to her bra and panties. Her pants were bunched around her ankles and her shirt pulled completely off. Mike pulled of her bra next, exposing her naked breasts and nipples. Then he yanked her panties down. A dark pussy bush came into view. Mike smiled. "Take it out of me, please," the mother begged. She wasn't fighting him. She lay back with her legs spread and offered her pussy to him. The lips were slightly parted, the clitoris visible. It was a very tempting view. All she wanted was for him to relieve her of that feeling of invasion inside her vagina. She offered him the exposed pussy, begging him to take out the wormlike invasive feeling he had put in her. "Please just take it out!" she pleaded. The lesbian stood a few feet away. "Come over here," Mike barked at her! He was kneeling. His cock and scrotum were clearly visible, dangling between his legs. With his penis erect, his balls made an easy target. The dyke was a self-defense expert. She had half a mind to kick him in the testicles. But she knew better than to do that. Instead, she gingerly followed his instructions and approached the two. "She's got something in her pussy," said Mike. "Help her get it out." The lesbian didn't respond, so Mike grabbed her by the wrists and forced her hand towards the mother's exposed pussy. Mike squeezed her wrist, and the lesbian did as was commanded. She let Mike push her fingers into the other woman's vagina. Amazingly, this did provide relief to the mother. The feeling of tickling, gross invasion faded quickly as the other woman's fingers entered her vaginal opening. "Deeper!" she said. She wanted the female fingers to get far enough into her to completely get rid of that horrible feeling of male invasion that had been implanted in her. It was as if she wanted those female fingers to reach all the way into her womb and save her feminine sanctity. The lesbian had most of her hand inside the woman's vagina when Mike passed his hands over the naked pussy. Another demonic trick: Now the fingers were locked inside the cunt. The lesbian tried to pull them out, but she couldn't. They were stuck inside the mother's vagina. Mike repeated the same trick in the other direction, yanking down the dyke's pants and panties and forcing the mothers fingers into her cunt. He left the six of them in that condition. As Mike stepped out of the lobby and onto the sunny street, the two women, the mother and the lesbian, were helplessly locked to each other in a disgustingly intimate way, each one with three or four fingers buried deep in the other one's snatch, and unable to remove them. Meanwhile, the father had completely stripped his beautiful young daughter and was beginning to enjoy a deeply pleasurable full penetration of her vagina. Finally, the young man in the suit, having already ejaculated in the mail-woman's pussy, was lying next to her and exploring all her body parts, delicately finger her nipples, breasts, and cunt in preparation for another round of fucking. The four women felt completely helpless and violated, their worlds turned upside down in an instant. The two men were still erect, permanently erect, and as they ejaculated into their women, they began to realize that this feeling of desire was not satisfied by a single fuck. The father looked over at the dyke and was drawn to the way in which her pussy was helplessly filled by his wife's fingers. Well, if he couldn't get into her snatch, maybe he would fuck her mouth! The young man looked over at the daughter where she lay and decided that, once her father was done with her, he would be very glad to explore her naked form himself. For a moment the two men locked eyes, recognizing their mutual masculinity and realizing that each of them would fuck each of the four women before the day was over. Then they turned their gazes back to the naked women's bodies. Mike continued with his adventures. He turned a corner and ran into a young man and woman having an argument. She was breaking up with him and he was angry about it. Mike held the woman while the man gave her a final goodbye fuck. It was an angry fuck, because she was leaving him. Instead of ejaculating in her vagina, he pulled out at the last moment and spurted his juice onto her face. The man was surprised to discover, then, that his erection was not gone and he was not satisfied. This was the demon energy, of course. What else could he do to her, in revenge for her leaving and to satisfy his raging cock? Would he fuck her in the anus? Would he tie her open and violate her pussy in other ways? Would he bring her to the house of some friends and have them fuck her as well? Mike left the young man to his choices and continued on. Mike passed through a park and found himself watching an interesting situation. Six college-age girls were teasing a boy of the same age. They were jumping rope, not like children but like athletes training for a competition. He had made a comment about jump-rope being silly, and they started to tease him mercilessly. They called him stupid and ugly and they started asking him when was the last time he had had sex with a girl. Mike could see that the young man felt ashamed. He obviously had not had much experience with girls. Probably he had been trying to flirt with them, but he came off as rude. Now the girls were really being cruel. Mike stepped in and turned the tables. Very quickly he used the jump-ropes to bind the girls tightly to each other. First he tied them in pairs with the arms linked behind their backs. Then he tied those three pairs together, so that there was a line of three girls facing one direction and three facing the other. The girls were sitting down and couldn't stand up because of the way the rope was wound. A few were wearing skirts and trying to manipulate them, without use of their hands, so as not to give the men a glimpse of their panties. They were all staring at Mike because he was naked and his hard cock was pointed right at their faces as he did all this. The boy looked happy when he saw all the girls sitting helplessly together. "What do you want to do with these ladies?" Mike asked. The young man turned to them and shouted: "You're stupid." That appeared to be it. "Are you kidding?" said Mike. "That's all you want to do?" The boy looked confused. He couldn't think of anything else. He tried to come up with some other insults, but the closest he got to anything sexual was to point out to one of the young women that he could see her white panties between her legs. She looked embarrassed and quickly closed her knees together, but Mike was nowhere near satisfied. So he walked over the boy, who looked a bit frightened, and passed his hand in front of the boy's crotch, sending the demon energy into the cock and balls of the young man. The guy's expression changed quickly. He looked at the girls in a new way. "Now what do you want to do with them?" asked Mike. "I want to take their shirts off," said the young man, staring at the six women who grew increasingly uncomfortable as he spoke. "I want to pull off their bras and see their naked breasts. I want to touch the breasts and the nipples. I want to suck on the nipples of each of these beautiful women." The girls began to look fearful and tried to stand up, but they were too fully tangled up in the knots Mike had made in the jump-rope. "I also want to explore their pussies. I want to take off their panties and touch all the different vagina openings of the women." "That's better," said Mike. "Yes," said the young man, his eyes staring coldly at the mid-section of the woman who was closest to him. "I want to touch of them in the vagina. Each of them really, really deep in the vagina." Mike left the boy to his fun and continued on. With the girls all tied up and the park deserted, the young man had a great holiday. He did exactly as he said, until six pairs of tits had been individually molested and six vulvas had been thoroughly explored. The young man's favorite thing turned out to be touching more than one woman at once. He would try to hold four breasts in his hands, a pair in each, or four nipples. And he loved to have a finger in two different vaginas at the same time. Especially when the girls involved were sitting back-to-back, so that he could push the two girls against each other by their inside genital parts. That really made them mad! Mike also stopped by a local pool and organized a huge orgy in which the men invaded the women's locker room. It began with Mike walking naked through the men's locker room, where for the first time his nudity did not seem strange. One by one, he passed the demon energy into each cock, many of them exposed, and watched as the penises rose and became rock-hard. Soon there was a gang of fifteen men gathered together in the men's locker room, all naked and all stroking their cocks. Then, as a unit, this gang filed out of the men's locker room, down the hall, and straight into the women's locker room. It was a total rape-fest. The women were shocked and horrified and soon overwhelmed by the men's sexual energy. There were just a few cases in which a woman seemed to have the advantage over a man. One young and beautiful woman in a fashionable black bikini seemed to have some martial arts training. She hadn't started to take off her bathing suit yet, and so felt unexposed and ready to attack. When one of then naked men approached her and tried to grab her bikini top and pull it off, she kicked him squarely in the balls, sending him instantly to the floor in a flash of pain, clutching his tender sack. The woman looked around at the forcible orgy that was beginning and made a break for the exit door. But Mike quickly intervened, and she was no match for him. Mike grabbed her wrists and forced her to lie down on a bench. Holding her wrists together beneath the bench with one hand, Mike stroked her abdomen with the other as she struggled and kicked. A moment later she screamed, as he yanked off her bikini top and used it to tie her elbows together underneath the bench, effectively locking her into position lying down. The man who she had kicked was recovering, so Mike beckoned him over. Mike grabbed the woman by her ankles and pulled them up towards her shoulders. She looked like she wanted to bite of his testicles where they dangled near her face, but he didn't let his balls get anywhere near her teeth. The man whose nuts had been kicked had lost none of his desire to rape this woman, so Mike held her ankles in that position as the man pulled up her bikini bottoms and exposed her neatly shaved cunt. She kicked and screamed, but soon she was getting rightfully fucked by a large and forceful penis. In another part of the room, a man made the mistake of attacking two women at once without backup. Even though they were older, he couldn't control both of them together, and the escaped around him and once again made off towards the exit door. But once again, Mike got there in time to stop them. They had nice figures although they were in their late 40s, so Mike let the man who had wanted them do the honors. One by one he pulled down their conservative, once-piece swimsuits, exposing their large, pendulous breasts and their hairy pussies. The two of them tied the women in a kneeling position, facing each other on the floor, and the man had a great time playing around with their dangling breasts. The women squirmed and struggled as his hands fondled their heavy female bags. The man giggled and tugged their nipples towards the floor. When the moaned with violation, his fingers went around back and touched their pussies from behind. The fucking would come later. Mike's final encounter was with the police. Word had spread around town that an insane man was somehow violating woman and instigating gang-rapes throughout the city. Just as the demons had expected, where Mike went, he left a trail of violated, naked women and eternally unsatisfied men fucking them in every imaginable way. Mike had been walking towards Rachel's apartment, of course, in order to give her to forcible fuck of her life. He had gotten about halfway there when he found himself at a street intersection surround by about twenty cops with their guns drawn. "Freeze!" said one of them. The guns were no problem. Mike passed his hand in a circle around him and the guns were all disabled, unable to fire. His stood there, naked, looking at the police. If anything, his cock felt larger and bigger than it had when he woke up! Mike scratched his balls, enjoying the moment. Mike looked at the cop who had told him to freeze. It was a woman. He scanned the group and saw that there were three female cops in the group. The rest were men. Mike shook his head and looked at the woman who had shouted freeze. "It doesn't look good for you, baby." "Shut the fuck up," she said. "Don't call me baby. You are under arrest." "The guns don't work," said Mike. It was obvious that he had jammed them. "Doesn't matter," she said. "We outnumber you." But Mike just laughed. "Actually, baby, it looks like there's just three of you." She had no idea what he was talking about. "You are under arrest," she said again. "Not really," he said. "There's only three of you." "What the fuck are you talking about?" the cop demanded. Mike waved his hands again in a simple circle, and directed a pulse of energy out into the circle, where it was absorbed by every scrotum sack in the bunch. There were seventeen scrotums, to be precise, and each one of them felt the sudden power and the sudden urge. There were seventeen penises, and each one began to harden and rise. The three women felt nothing. "I said, what the fuck are you talking about?" The cop spoke again. But now the other cops were starting to look at her in a funny way. The male cops holstered their guns and stopped looking at Mike. They started to look at the three female cops instead. The women were still staring at Mike with their useless guns trained on his naked body, but slowly it dawned on them that the men were looking at them strangely. Mike smiled. In an instant, the women understood what was happening. They turned their guns on the male cops, but the guns were worthless and were soon tossed by the wayside. One-on-one, it's possible that these three women could have defeated male cops. They were very tough, although two of them were also quite hot. But they were absolutely no match for the whole gang. The female cops were stripped and molested just like all the other women Mike had encountered that day. Maybe it was even worse for them, because they were fucked by tough cops, and a lot of them at that. Mike stayed a few minutes to watch in satisfaction. The female police offers were slowly reduced to citizens and then to women, their badges and uniforms removed followed by their bras and panties. Then, seventeen cocks searched for ways to enjoy three female bodies and nine female holes. Three anuses, three vaginas, and three mouths. The naked female cops disappeared in a sea of vengeful male sexuality. All those years of knowing that the women were changing in a separate dressing room, and that as officers of the law they were not even supposed to express physical attraction for women cops, suddenly exploded in an orgy of sexual retribution and command. Mike could not even seen the bodies of the women, just some of their feet sticking out of the pile of bodies. Mostly he could see a lot of naked men with hard penises, moving around three centers of attention like bees around a hive. Penises going in and coming out. Hands reach in to touch breasts, clits, nipples, and pulling away to stroke penises. Scrotums swinging as penises penetrated the lovely and helpless cunts and mouths of the women who had previously understood themselves to be police, but who now realized that, at least for today, they were nothing more than fleshy, desirable, female bodies. Mike crossed the intersection and entered a large open park. Behind him, he suddenly realized, was a small group of men. It was all the men who he had satisfied throughout the day. After enjoying themselves with the females Mike had provided, they had come to join him in the final battle. There was the upstairs neighbor to whom Mike had given Sarah. After fucking her a multiple ways for several hours, he had left her tied standing up in a spread-eagle position in his apartment, with small weights tied to her nipples and a vibrator taped to her clit. There were the young man and the father from the lobby of Mike's building. They had thoroughly fucked the mail-woman, the lesbian, and father's wife and daughter. They had forced all those women to lick and touch each other as well. The father had almost objected when the young man had forced his daughter to suck the breasts and then vulva of his wife, but as soon as it was actually happening, he found himself completely aroused. Eventually the lesbian and the mother had found themselves able to remove their fingers from each other's vaginas, but that only led to another round of fucking as those two orifices finally began available to the two men. There was the young man who had taken revenge on his girlfriend for breaking up with him. He had left her with a bunch of guy friends to enjoy her body as they pleased. There was the young man from the other park who had had such a wonderful time playing with the breasts and pussies of six beautiful jump-rope girls. There were the men from the rape-fest in the women's locker room. And there were the seventeen cops who had learned to enjoy the sexual assets of their colleagues. All the men were naked and just as erect as they had been at the beginning of each episode. They stood in a group behind Mike and waited for the final battle to begin. Across the park, Mike saw Rachel for the first time that day. She was standing naked and proud, just like him, and her cunt was just as superhumanly powerful as his dick. She too was invested with the power of demons. In her case, female demons. And behind her was a group of naked women, standing strong in their womanhood. These were all the women Rachel had helped to satisfy during the day. Now the two sides would face off: Mike and his men and their penises. Rachel and her women and their cunts. Dick and balls and breasts and vaginas. And whoever won this battle would determined the power relationship between men and women for the coming year. Would men dominate women, or the reverse? Only a full-on sexual battle of the sexes could determine this fate. NEXT: Rachel's Day Clash of the Avatars Ch. 03 Chapter 3: Rachel's Day Rachel stood naked, inches away from the door. Her breasts were heavy and full and aching. Her cunt was wet and hot, she wanted to force it onto this guy's face. Rachel had never done anything like this before, but today was different. She felt immensely strong. She was absolutely certain that it would be no problem to completely take over and dominate this man. She could make him do whatever she wanted. And she wanted a lot. It was only a question of whether to cross that border, whether to take that step towards total sexual freedom and empowerment. Was she really going to do this? Rachel yanked the door open and confronted the young man. He was holding a little white coffee filter. He had wanted to borrow some coffee. Now he was staring at his next door neighbor, completely naked. The guy, whose name was James, had seen Rachel before and found her attractive. He had even fantasized once about fucking her in the missionary position. But he had not expected this. At first he was pleased. He was turned on to see her naked body displayed before him. There were her soft, beautiful, creamy breasts. And below... He tried to avoid glancing down obviously, but he couldn't help it. Brown pubic hair covered her delicate vulva lips. James glanced up quickly again. The look in her eyes made him nervous. It was a look of scorn and disgust, directed at him. He suddenly felt ashamed for having enjoyed her body. Even though he was fully clothed and she entirely naked, he began to feel like she was the one with the power. As if it was precisely her naked female body that made her the powerful one here. James began to mumble something but couldn't think of anything to say. So he started to turn away from her. He felt that if he could just get back inside her apartment, things would be okay. Suddenly he felt that it could be very dangerous to continue looking at her beautiful naked body. Rachel was having none of it. He had seen her body, now he had to serve her. Otherwise he would have won. Every since waking up, she had begun thinking in very cold terms about men and women. If a man saw her pussy or breasts, it was as if he took something from her. In order to give it back, and make things fair, he had to pleasure her to orgasm. Those were, she felt, the rules. As James turned slightly away to retreat, Rachel jammed her hand down the front of his pants, inside his boxes, and grabbed him by the balls. It was a rough grab, incredibly fast and precise, and the grip itself was no joke. James dropped the coffee filter he had been holding and let out a gasp, his eyes opening wide. "Come with me," Rachel said in a no-nonsense voices, and quickly pulled James into her apartment by the balls. James barely had time to think before he found himself yanked by his genitals into this naked woman's lair. Rachel closed the door behind them and led James into the studio room. She kept her grip on his balls the whole time, never wavering in her firmness or allowing him a moment to hesitate. He did not pull away. Her grip was very strong and it was obvious that if he tried to resist the only result would be a lot of pain in his testicles. Rachel sat down in her armchair. Her arm was outstretched and still reach into James' pants, still clutching his balls firmly in her fingers. Despite his fear, James couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was as she sat down. Her breasts lay, ample but pert, on her chest, the nipples seemingly offering their rosy tips to him. And the pussy, it was just an incredibly triangle of short, nappy brown hair hiding her female jewels. "Take off your clothes," Rachel said in the same voice of command. "Please let me go," James begged. She was beautiful, but he didn't want this. She was too forceful, this was too much about her and not his pleasure. He wanted to go back to his apartment. "Asshole," Rachel said, and she adjusted her grip on his balls. Previously she had simply been holding his testicles in her fingers in order to pull them towards her. Now she adjusted her fingers so that her thumb and pointer finger could apply pressure as necessary. "I told you to remove your clothes. It was not a request. If you resist any of my commands, I will squeeze and pulsate your testicles until you cry." The way Rachel said the word "testicles" made James terrified. Once again, there was that tone of scorn and anger. She was angry at balls, and James had balls. It was an unlucky day to be a man in that building. "Please," said James one more time. "Please, just..." Rachel squeezed his testicles. James moaned and instantly began to undressed in front of her. There was absolutely no choice. Her grip was ferocious, unwavering, and her eyes showed no sign of mercy. Rachel held him captive by the balls as he stripped. Soon he pulled his boxers down and stepped out of them. Now they were totally naked together. Strangely, this only made James feel more vulnerable as their physical differences were accented. Rachel's delicate but strong female hand maintained its powerful grip on James' nut sack, which was now fully visible to her. Rachel reached forward with her other hand and grasped his scrotum, flicking James' semi-erect penis out of the way. She took one of his testicles in each of her hands, holding them like precious eggs between her thumbs and forefingers. Then she began to manipulate them, rolling them around in the sack. James felt ill and began to wobble. "I am going to tell you how to please me," Rachel said. She continued to molest and tug on his balls, making him desperately uncomfortable, as he stood there naked in front of her. "You will do everything I say, even after I release your scrotum." Again, the way she said the word "scrotum" made him feel like a beaten dog. Like it was a source of shame. He could hear in her voice that she essentially thought of the scrotum as a way to physically control and dominate men. "Do you understand?" James paused. Rachel sharply kneaded his ball sack and he yelped. "Yes, yes, I understand." "Good." Finally Rachel dropped James' scrotum bag. He was slightly relieved but felt almost as bad just standing there naked in front of her. She lay back in the chair and looked very relaxed. He was terrified. At any moment, he knew, she could reach out with a lighting grasp and take hold of his vulnerable male bag again. Jams resolved to do whatever he had to do in order to please her. Rachel forced him to kneel, and opened her legs wide. James began to lick her pussy. Rachel directed his every move, telling him when to go slow and when fast, when to lick the labia and when to lick the clit, and when to put his tongue in her vagina. He did his best to obey, very aware of his still-aching testicles dangling naked between his legs as he knelt. Rachel went slowly, taking her time, and came to orgasm about a half hour later. James looked up at her but she immediately pushed his head down, back into her cunt. "I will tell you when I'm done," she said. So he continued to lick. Rachel came four times over an hour and fifteen minutes. She enjoyed it tremendously. James did not. After the fourth cum, he began to feel claustrophobic. The sticky juices of her wide-open cunt began to feel like a violation of his face. It was just at that moment that Rachel grabbed the back of James' head and told him to insert his tongue into her vaginal canal. "Keep it there," she said. "Wiggle it around." The taste was disgusting and the sensation was one of total humiliation and submission to the power of womanhood. James' tongue was pushed deep into her vagina. He could feel her vaginal muscles squeeze it. He felt almost dizzy, almost ill. Finally he couldn't bear it anymore. He pulled his tongue out of Rachel's pussy and looked up at her. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't..." Rachel lunged forward and reached down to grab his ball sack. Her grip was like a tiger's. "I will tell you what to fucking do," she said, yanking him up to standing. She pulled him by the balls and led him over to a table where the was a pair of scissors and a ball of twine. She made him cut a five-foot length of twine for her, and then she tied it tightly around his testicles in their sack. Finally, as if that weren't enough, Rachel cut another length of twine and tied James' hands behind his back. Then she led James back to the armchair by his new scrotum leash. "If you do not obey me, I will yank your fucking nuts," Rachel said. James nodded. "Now," Rachel continued, "Put your fucking tongue back inside me, deep." With that she gave a sharp tug on James' balls. James groaned and knelt again. His hands tied behind his back, James had to nuzzle into Rachel's pussy with just his face. He used his tongue to open her labial folds and search for the vaginal opening that it was his job to please. Finally he found it, and pushed his tongue back inside. "Deeper," said Rachel. James pushed his tongue deeper. His tongue muscles hurt, but most of all it was the taste he found so humiliating. This was his tongue, his incredibly sensitive taste organ, and here it was forced to be way deep inside Rachel's sexual orifice. In her vagina, all the way as far as it would go inside her vagina. Rachel tightened her cunt muscles on his tongue. James resisted the urge to gag on the salty, female taste. After about ten minutes of that game, Rachel had had enough. She was not satisfied, not by a long shot, but she had gotten all the satisfaction she could from this miserable male specimen. Before disposing of James, she had him do an errand. She untied his wrists and made him stand at the table, with his legs spread, and carefully cut two hundred five-foot lengths of twine. While he did this, Rachel sat on the chair and held the leash attached to his dangling balls, which she could see very easily as he stood in that position. Every so often she would give a light tug to the rope, not enough to hurt him or distract him from his labor, but just enough to make the little sack of balls swing back and forth between his legs. This reminded him of his total subjection to her, and she giggled with pleasure as his balls swung. When the twine was cut, James hoped she would let him go, but she did not. Although he had nothing more to offer her, he could possibly still be useful in pleasing another woman. So she re-tied his wrists tightly behind his back and led him out the front door, into the hallway. James followed helplessness, not wanting to risk a painful tug on his balls. Rachel knocked on the door of a neighbor, a woman in her mid-30s whom Rachel knew to be dating and single. James winced. What the fuck was she going to do with him? The woman, Monica, answered the door. She was stunned to see Rachel standing there before her, with James in tow, attached to Rachel, as if she were his owner, in a very "delicate" way. "Would you like this boy to play with?" Rachel asked. The woman looked confused and suspicious. She shook her head. Then Rachel reached out and passed her hand in front of the woman's crotch. The woman was wearing pants and a blouse. "Are you sure?" said Rachel. "You can do anything you want with him..." "Well..." said the woman. Her gaze ran up and down James' naked body, pausing for a few seconds on his bound and flopping genitals. "What would I do with him?" "Have you never been disappointed or hurt by a man?" Rachel asked. The woman came alive. "Of course I have! In fact, just last week my asshole boss groped me in the office and then threatened to fire me when I complained." "Why do you think he did that?" Rachel asked. "Because men are such fucking assholes!" Monica said. "Exactly," Rachel said, offering Monica the leash attached to James' private parts. A strange look came over Monica's face. Gone was the look of confusion and suspicion. This was more like a look of hunger. Now her eyes seemed to devour James' naked body. James felt naked and a bit afraid. "Indeed," said Monica. "Come with me boy," she said to James. "Thank you," she said to Monica. Monica began to tug James into her apartment by the leash. Suddenly James realized that Rachel was planning to leave him here with this stranger. What on earth would she do with him! James resisted for a moment, and Monica laughed. "Are you going to play tug-of-war with me, boy?" Monica smiled. She looked over at Rachel. "Why, I think this boy is unwilling!" "Indeed," said Rachel, smiling back at the woman. Then she turned and looked James right in the eyes. He felt stripped by her gaze, even more than by his total nudity there in the hallway. Once again he felt the incredible power of her female body. He looked at her beautiful cunt and felt a twinge of envy. She looked at his tied-up male genital package and smiled. "Let me know who wins," she said, and disappeared down the hall. Monica resumed her tugging on James' balls. With his hands tied behind his back, it was a matter of one or two seconds before he was helplessly following her inside. As every man knows, in a tug-of-war between a woman's hand and a guy's scrotum, the woman always wins. James felt a wave of helplessness come over him as he reluctantly followed his testicle sack into Monica's apartment and let the door swing closed behind him. Rachel stopped halfway down the hallway. There was no hurry, she realized. No reason to rush. She began to think of all these different apartments and all the different families that lived in them. In each one, men and women. And, Rachel thought, very often the men controlled or abused the women. She decided to change that. Rachel knocked on the door of a random apartment. A young white man opened the door and Rachel pushed in past him before he could react to her beautiful nakedness. He began to object, but Rachel wasn't listening. "Is there a woman here?" An Asian woman came out of the bedroom. She was dressed in a business suit and looked like she was getting read for work. The man was wearing more casual clothes. Rachel started at them for a moment and then set to work. She was still carrying the lengths of twine. She kept two lengths in her hands as she assaulted the man. The woman didn't object. Rachel's presence was so powerful that she didn't even need to send out a spark of demon energy. As soon as the Asian woman had seen Rachel, she had begun to feel incredibly sexually aroused. She was filled with the desire to be pleased by a man, any man. And this desire was mixed with anger, all the frustration she had ever felt when a man had failed to pleasure. All those feelings rose up in the woman, who only watched as Rachel summarily immobilized and stripped her husband. Rachel was masterfully strong and quick with the power of the demonic goddesses in her veins. The routine was similar as with James, but even quickly. Rachel shot her right hand down the man's pants and grabbed his testicles roughly. He protested. She commanded him to strip naked, and emphasized the command with a squeeze to his male scrotum. The man looked at his wife, pleading for intervention, but the Asian woman only watched. Rachel squeezed the balls again, and the man began to strip. When he was fully naked, Rachel firmly tied his wrists together behind his back. Then she tied a loop of twine around his ball sack, as she had done with James. The man stood helpless, reduced in the span of a few minutes to the status of male pet. Rachel gave the man's leash to his wife and said: "Enjoy." Then she left the apartment. She didn't care what happened next. Maybe the woman would feel sympathetic and untie her husband immediately. Or maybe she would take advantage of the moment to force him to pleasure her in whatever way he usually resisted. Or maybe she would simply parade him around the room and tie him off to a coat hook so that she could watch his helplessness and tease him. It didn't matter. The point was made. Rachel continued through the building, stopping at each apartment until she ran out of twine. Two kinds of apartment she left untouched: Single men and families with young children. Otherwise, it was all fair game. Husbands and wives, parents and children, brothers and sisters. As long as they were at least 18 years old, Rachel reduced the men to servitude and handed off their new scrotum-leashes to their womenfolk. One apartment contained a young man, 21 years old, still living with his mom. Soon Rachel had him stripped and bound, and she handed his scrotal leash to his mother, who smiled. Every woman who came in contact with Rachel lost her empathetic feelings for the male sex and began to think of the human male only in terms of her own pleasure. Sort of like a sex toy. Normally this woman would never have thought of her son in a sexual way, but as Rachel left the apartment, the woman was taking off her shirt and bra to reveal her immense, maternal tits. It had been ten years since her husband passed away, and in all that time her nipples had never gotten a good sucking. She yanked her son towards her by the nuts and told him to start with the right nipple. Soon the massive pink areola slipped deep in the young man's mouth. He moaned with humiliation at being reduced to this infantile state, once again sucking on his mother's teat and burying his face between her tremendous female breasts. Another apartment contained a father and his two daughters. The mother was out running errands -- too bad! Rachel stripped the man and gave his ball-leash to one of the daughters to hold. Once again, the ladies were not naturally perverts and had never been sexual with each other or with their father before. But Rachel's presence made their cunt lips fill up with sexual desire, and soon their father was lying on the floor getting fucked by the two girls together. The older one lowered her vaginal opening onto his unwilling erection, while the other began to run her juicy vulva on his face, first delicately and then with increasing vigor, her tits bobbing up and down above his head as she enjoyed pushing his mouth against her female intimacy. A third apartment contained a family of four: mother, father, and two sons. The sons were big, strapping lads of 25 and 28, and the large apartment had an extremely masculine feel to it. There were posters of cars and sports all over, as well as empty beer cans and a blaring 32-inch television set. Rachel was shocked to see a pin-up model poster on the inside of the bathroom door! The mother of the family was attractive, but obviously she was completely at the mercy of all this testosterone. Rachel guessed that on many days she probably felt like a maid, full of resentment, as she cleaned up after the three men. Naturally, things were different after Rachel's visit to the apartment. She stripped all three men, tied their hands behind their backs, and looped twine around each of their precious little ball sacks. Then she made them kneel on the ground, leaning forward with their legs spread, so that their large male genitals could be seen dangling humorously down between their thighs, just above the carpet. Then Rachel handed the three ball-leashes to the mother, who took the with astonishment. "It's time they serve you, don't you think?" The woman's eyes slowly narrowed and a look of cruel desire spread across her face. She tugged on the leashes and watched the ball sacks of the three men swing towards her and then flop back towards the front. She smiled. Her pussy was suddenly incredibly wet and juicy. It was going to be receiving a lot of special service today. Rachel spent the entire morning going through the building and knocking on doors, then storming into apartments, stripping men and tying them by the scrotums, leaving their mothers and wives and sisters in charge of their packages and inflamed with insatiable female desire. Around noon, she stepped out onto the street, still naked and still burning with sexual desire and righteous feminine anger. Who would be the next recipient of her vengeful lust and lustful vengeance? Clash of the Avatars Ch. 03 "You skanky ho!" a male voice called out from across the street. At first Rachel thought he was talking to her, and she prepared to run over to him and lift him off the ground by his testicles. Then she realized that he was talking to another woman, closer to him, and neither of them had noticed her emerging naked from the apartment building. The young man was speaking to a heavily made-up woman whose clothes did seem almost excessively revealing. Her tank top rode high to reveal her tummy and low to show the tops of her breasts and a bright red lacy bra. Her skirt was short as well, and her boots very high, framing her strong upper thighs. The man was wearing big jeans and a hoodie and continued to shout abuse at the woman, who seemed unable to think of anything to say in return. Rachel stepped between them suddenly. "What the fuck?" said the man, seeing her beautiful naked body suddenly emerge from between two parked cars. Rachel was behind him in an instant, pulling his arms behind his back and twisting them into a locked position. He protested, but Rachel twisted his arm and he quickly fell silent. Then Rachel locked eyes with the woman in the short skirt. "Come over here," she said. The woman did so, approaching her man at first with fear but then with a growing sense of strength and anger as she saw how completely Rachel had him restrained. He was a strong young man, but no match for the demonic avatar of feminine force. "Pull his pants down," Rachel said. The woman hesitated for a moment, but then quickly leaned forward and easily yanked his loose jeans down to his ankles. They were so baggy, they didn't even need to be unzipped. Rachel didn't care what the fight was about. Maybe they were friends, maybe they were lovers, maybe they were just strangers passing on the street. Maybe the woman really was a prostitute. It didn't matter. What mattered is that the woman learn to demand respect from men, and that the man learn to give it. They guy was wearing fashionable silk boxers. Rachel told the woman to pull them down, and she did. Immediately the man's naked genitals were completely exposed. He struggled harder but Rachel kept his arms firmly twisted and locked behind his back. He tried to kick, but his own jeans and boxers inhibited his movement. "Slap his balls," said Rachel. The woman grinned like a child being given a toy, and give the man's scrotum a gentle slap from below. He grunted and tried in vain to pull away or protect his jewels. "Harder," said Rachel. The man tried to close his legs, but Rachel twisted his arm again. "Keep your legs open wide or I'll break your arm," she said. The man could feel Rachel's naked body against his back. Her breasts were pressed against the back of his shirt. With his pants down, he realized that his butt was practically touching her naked pussy. It made him crazy to think of a beautiful woman controlling him in this way. He wanted to break out of her grip, turn around, throw her to the ground and fuck her senseless. Unfortunately, she was much stronger than him, so his fantasy got him nowhere. The only thing it did was cause his penis to stiffen and stand out erect, making him feel even more humiliated and, incidentally, making his balls a much easier target for the woman he now deeply regretted insulting. The woman's second slap really hurt. She swatted upwards with the flat of her palm. The man felt a dull thud in the lowest part of his balls and wanted to collapse to the ground, but Rachel held him upright. The woman slapped his testicles again, even harder, and he cried out. Then she started to really get into it, knocking them back and forth and from side to side, swatting at them like a boxing bag or a birthday piñata. He could do nothing but moan and beg and foam at the mouth as his tender male bag was knocked around loosely between his legs. Finally Rachel let him go, and he fell to the ground. The woman stood over him and pulled down her panties so that she could lower her cunt onto his face. As Rachel left them, the woman's miniskirt was descending over the young man's head, hiding it completely from view. His head disappeared into the skirt just as his face disappeared into the folds of the prostitute's cunt. For she was indeed a prostitute, and it had been a while since she had felt in charge during sex. The thought of prostitution made Rachel angry. Naked, she walked across town, leaving a trail of humiliated and violated men in her wake, until she came to a seedy area and found what she was looking for: a strip club. Rachel entered The Red Lips and stood in the doorway. On several catwalks there were naked and nearly naked woman walking and strutting and "dancing" in front of the men. The men were staring and drooling, some of them even had their dicks out and were opening rubbing the underside of their cocks. Every so often they would put bills into the skimpy garments of the women onstage. All the same, Rachel began to attract attention because she was naked and obviously not from the club. She wore no makeup and looked like a "girl next door" type, except that she was not wearing any clothes. Several men turned to look at her. Next to the exotic dancers she seemed clean, innocent, and very much in need of defilement. "Hey baby," said one of the men, well into his drinks already. "Did you come to join the party?" "You're wearing the right outfit," said another. "Why don't you get onstage and show us what you've got?" "Why don't you come over here?" said a third, waving his exposed penis at her obscenely. "I've got something for you right here!" Rachel stood for a moment and surveyed the scene. There were about thirty or forty men, all told. She didn't doubt that she could have taken them all on, one by one, or even probably as a group. She felt that fucking strong. But she didn't want any of them to escape either. And she wouldn't be satisfied by just knocking their nuts around or tying them up by the testicles. She needed to do something different this time, something more thorough and more unforgettable. Something that would reveal the true nature of a strip club through the eyes of a woman. Rachel raised her hands and pulled demon-power down from the sky. A strange, eerie light filled the bar. The men and women waited to see what she was doing. Soon the floating energy began to coalesce. It formed golden bubbles around each of the women. There were eight or nine women in the bar, some close together and some further apart. A faint golden ball of energy now surrounded each of them. Rachel too was surrounded by a spherical force field. Still, nobody moved. Then another quality of energy filled the room. There was a pale red color to this light, and it began to snake out through the room in wispy tendrils. It was headed for the men, who stood or sat frozen in position, watching the play of lights. They had no idea what was going on. The tendrils of red light went towards the men and entered them at the crotch, passing right through their pants and into the urethra that opened at the tip of each man's penis. This tiny opening, through which both piss and semen passed, was now penetrated by the creeping red energy. Then suddenly all the color was gone and the room looked normal again. Everything seemed as it had just when Rachel had entered. Had they imagined the strange show of lights? Was this naked lady some kind of hypnotist? Were they all on candid camera? But soon the men began to feel different. Those who had not had erections a moment before suddenly did. Those who had, felt those erections growing impossibly stiffer. Thirty or forty penises stood out straight and were suddenly desperate, wild, insane for a fuck. They absolutely had to fuck. Masturbation was not enough. The man who had waved his dick at Rachel stood up, his pants around his thighs, and began to stumble towards her now, his dick pointing at her like an arrow. He was like an animal, reduced to only one thought. He had to get his penis inside her body. In her cunt, in her mouth, in her asshole, it didn't matter. He simply had to fuck and rub. Rachel stood there nonchalantly as the man approached her. When he was about three feet away from her naked body, he ran into the force field. It was invisible now, but completely impenetrable. He stared at her. She was standing there naked, making no attempt to conceal her female body from his view. He stared greedily at her visible cunt lips and her dark bush. He pushed against the invisible wall and slammed his hand against it, but he could not reach her. He stripped off his pants and shirt and stood there naked, desperate to fuck her but unable to reach her. Unable even to touch her arm. It was maddening. The man finally turned and looked back into the room. His eyes fell on the naked and semi-naked dancers. It would be just as good to fuck them, he thought. He just needed to fuck. There was a raging sensitivity and hardness all up and down the shaft of his outstretched manhood. He knew it could not be relieved except by getting his cock inside another person's warm body. If not this crazy naked woman in the doorway, then one of the dancers. He had been watching them for a couple hours, anyway. Now he was ready to fuck them. But the situation was the same throughout the club. Every man felt the same raging hard-on, the same unbearable need to penetrate human warmth with his cock, and every woman stood protected by an invisible force field, three feet from her body. All the men were stripping off their clothes now and banging angrily against the invisible walls. They wanted in. Their penises raged and poked against the invisible walls. A few feet away were naked women, utterly outnumbered. Every man in the room was ready for a massive gang-rape. But it was not happening. The women were protected. The men were enraged, desperate with desire. For some reason, the women weren't scared. They seemed to understand what was taking place. They had dropped their "erotic" poses and were just hanging out now, as if they had been backstage in the dressing rooms. They leaned against the polls and watched the men go crazy with lust. A couple women sat down on the floor of the catwalk, letting their legs fall open and exposing their vulvas completely. They didn't care. They knew they were untouchable. The men watched the lounging women and grew increasingly desperate. They could actually see these women's breasts and exposed pussies. Nothing was hidden from their view. But they could not touch! Meanwhile the feeling of desire grew even more desperate. There penises began to ache, almost literally to hurt with desire. All of them were naked, it was like a swarming of rock-hard penises around their untouchable objects of desire. Finally, one man could take it no more. He grabbed another man and shoved his penis into his mouth. The women were untouchable and the men needed to fuck. So they had to fuck each other. In an instant, the swarm of men became an insane orgy of homosexual penetration. Most of the men took the easy route and forced their cocks into other men's mouths. A few who had had anal experience in the past took other men from behind. All the men were fucking each other. They were ejaculating in each other's mouths and anuses, over and over, trying to desperately rid themselves of this crazy sexual need. This lasted for about a half hour. Then men came over and over until each orgasm hurt, but they could not stop. The women just watched in fascination as the men raped each other over and over. Every now and then one of the men who launch himself towards one of the women, desperate to get his penis in an actual vagina or grab hold of an actual tit, but the force fields remained in place. Everyone who fucked was male, and everyone who got fucked was also male. Finally the men lay completely exhausted on the floor of the bar. Their penises were utterly spent, their balls loosely dangling. They no longer cared if they were lying on top of each other or holding each other's penises or what. Previously, any homosexual encounter between these men would have been absolutely taboo. Now they had gone so far together that nothing could be taboo. They were all now very familiar with sucking cock and with swallowing cum and with being anally penetrated. They all knew now what it was liked to be fucked. Rachel led the other women out of the bar, leaving the men behind in a moaning, post-orgiastic pile. She led them through the streets towards a large park in the middle of the city. Everywhere they went, men would see them and go wild. They would start stripping immediately, their throbbing erections springing into view, and then they would charge the women like raging bulls desperate to penetrate the enticing female bodies. But always they would be repulsed by an invisible force. The women simply walked on, protected in their nudity, through the city. The men were unable to touch them and so they would start fucking each other. Sometimes they would go after another woman instead, but then that woman too would find herself encased in a bubble of protection. Soon Rachel was leading a large group of women, some naked and some dressed, through the city. In their wake they left tens if not hundreds of naked men, desperate to fuck and ultimately fucking each other and ejaculating in each other's mouths and anuses because all the women's bodies were unavailable to them. Rachel and her group arrived at a concert that was taking place in the southern part of the park. She gestured to her group to stay back and watch the event that was going to happen, and she made her way towards the stage. Onstage was a boy-band, four young men in their 20s, each extremely handsome and each one a total pop star. In the audience were hundreds or thousands of young women, fans of this new pop band. For every 100 female spectators, there were just two or three guys, probably dragged along to the concert by their girlfriends. The music was terrible, Rachel thought as she strode up to the stage. Some of the fans looked at her funny because she was naked, but they didn't particular care. Maybe they thought she was some kind of new age hippie. Rachel got to the stage area and confronted several guards by the steps leading up to the platform. They were big men, bouncers really, charged with preventing any of the screaming fans from running onstage and mauling the boy band. When they saw Rachel, they thought her nudity was a practical joke designed to get her past them to the band. They were turned on by the sight of her naked tits and pussy, but they certainly weren't about to let her past just because of that. "Sorry ma'am," said one of them, trying to be cordial and not stare at her exposed boobs. "No one is allowed onstage during the concert. The boys will be signing autographs afterwards." Rachel passed her hand in front of the guard's crotch, sending a pulse of female demonic energy into his scrotum. Instantly the guard felt as if his two testicles were leaden balls. It was somewhat like being kicked in the balls, except the dull, thudding sensation did not go away. In fact, it was more like having his testicles pulled slowly and steadily downwards with heavy weights. The guard sank to his knees, cradling his ball sack in his hand. He looked up at Rachel with pleading eyes, not understanding what she had done to him but begging her silently to take away the horrible low feeling of heaviness in his male sack. The man's eyes were right at the level of Rachel's pussy. She ignored his gaze and walked past him. There were several guards between Rachel and the stage, as well as several sound technicians. Rachel dropped each one to the ground with the same dull ache and strange, downward pull in the testicle sack. Soon all of the men were kneeling or crouching on the ground, unable to stand, feeling as if their balls were heavy leaden weights that could not be lifted. Rachel passed by them silently and stepped onstage. The boy band had stopped playing as she approached. They saw what she was doing to all the men around them. They saw the guards and technicians huddled on the ground in the unmistakable position of a guy whose tender balls have been hurt. "Take off your clothes," Rachel said to them. The boys hesitated. A thousand wild female fans were watching them. "Take them off," said Rachel, "Or you will feel something unpleasant in your balls." The way she said the word "unpleasant" convinced them. Whatever that sensation was, it was not something they wanted to have inside their scrotums. The four pop stars quickly stripped down to their boxers and stood exposed in front of their adoring fans. Rachel nodded at them to continue, and four pairs of boxers slid down to the ground revealing four dicks, four scrotums, four patches of pop-star pubic hair. Meanwhile, in Rachel's presence, the audience was growing restless. A change of mood circulated among the hundreds of teenage and twenty-something girls. Previously they had been drooling over these boys' faces and imagining going on romantic dates with them. Now the tenor of their desires was shifting. They were starting to think much dirtier thoughts. The screaming fans were starting to want the boys' bodies in a different way. Rachel took the microphone from the lead singer. For a moment it looked like she was going to start singing. A naked female lead singer with four naked boys as her backup band? It could have worked. "Do you want these boys?" asked Rachel. The crowd went wild. "Do you want to fuck them?" she continued. More screaming. "Do you want to rape them? Do you want to suffocate them with your pussies? Do you want them to service your breasts until they have nightmares about female breasts? Do you want to play with their balls? Do you want them to be your sex slaves?" Yes, yes, yes, shrieked the audience. Rachel went to each of the pop-star boys and calmly shoved him towards the front of the stage platform and then over it. It was only a few feet down, but none of the boys made it to the ground. Instead they disappeared instantly in a tempest of female desire. Soon the four naked boys were being completely fucked and explored in every possible way. It was exactly like what normally happens when a large group of fans assaults a celebrity, except that these boys were naked and these girls were really turned on. The few guys that happened to be in the audience suffered an identical fate. Naturally, it was physically impossible for thousands of girls to have physical contact with just four boys. So the men in the audience suddenly found themselves the target of insane female sexual desire and aggression. They too were quickly stripped and then surrounded by heaving, desiring women. Their dicks were sucked, their faces forced to lick and rub against countless pussies. Their balls were molested and played with like toys. Female fingers explored their anuses. By the time Rachel arrived in the northern part of the park, she had with her hundreds or maybe even a thousand women. The mothers, sisters, and daughters from her apartment buildings, whose husbands, sons, and brothers she had lovingly handed to them earlier that morning by the scrotum leash. The prostitute from the street. The exotic dancers from the bar. And all the women from the concert who had been satisfied by Rachel's tricks. (Many of the concert fans were still down at the stage, waiting for their turn to fuck and molest the boy pop stars.) Rachel stood proud and naked, a small army of women behind her. Most of them were naked as well, and those who weren't began to undress in preparation for the battle to come. It was like a sea of vulvas, an ocean of tits, an army ready to stand and fight for the power of womanhood. Clash of the Avatars Ch. 03 On the other side of the field stood Mike with his army of angry and erect men. These were men who had spent all day having their sexual lust satisfied by helpless women, and they were not about to back down now. For every vagina on Rachel's side of the field, there was an erect cock on Mike's side. For every proud pair of breasts behind Rachel, there was a pair of testicles behind Mike. And, finally, there were Rachel and Mike, avatars of the demons, standing and facing each other in the battle of the sexes. Whichever sex won this battle would be the master of the other for an entire year. Whichever lost would suffer a year of total sexual nightmare and domination. NEXT: The Battle